76 The Storm (1/2)

Shadow looks everywhere for Jaune. He first looks around the campus grounds next to the balcony where Jaune always goes. He wasn't there. Next, he figured he would just ask Pyrrha where Jaune is at.

He knocks on Pyhrra's dorm room door. ”Hello? Who is it?” Pyhrra softly says as she slightly opens the door. Her voice was welcoming and warming. She had no evil in her. A true goddess.

”Its Shadow. I was wondering where is Jaune?” He asked while taking in Pyrrha's illumine beauty. It was the first time he had seen her in gym clothes. She was wearing a tight white tank-top shirt that was very short, her massive breasts were bursting out from her tight shirt. Her 6-pack abs were showing and shinning. She had been working out in her room of all places. Her muscular glistening chiseled thighs were also seen since she was wearing black compression sports shorts which nicely hugged her plump ass.

”I thought Jaune was with you?” Pyrrha said with her eyebrows furrowed.

”He isn't with you?” Shadow replied while rubbing his chin in the insight of the situation.

”No, he hasn't been here for 3 hours,” Pyrrha informed him in a sad tone. She was waiting for Jaune to ask her out to the prom, but he didn't even mention going with her once. He would only talk about Weiss and had completely forgotten that Pyrrha was there by his side. It was like she didn't exist.

Shadow could see the sadness in her bright shaking emerald eyes. If he had a choice he would take her to the prom in a heartbeat. But alas that would be very messed up if he did. He knew how much Pyrrha cared for Jaune, he was the only one who looked at Pyrrha for who she truly was.

”Don't worry I will find Jaune,” Shadow reassured Pyrrha with a smile as he went on his way. Pyrrha gripped her chest, she was slowly falling for Shadow. He was everything she wanted in a man and more!

”Wait! Um-ah...um are you going with anyone to the prom dance? Ma-maybe we can go together...” Prryha blushes while curling her scarlet hair and cutely poking her fingers together. She let one of her hair-bangs gently fall over one of her eyes. Even when she was flustered she still looked gorgeous.

”I have no one to go with. I will think about your offer.” Shadow smirks and waves bye to Pyrrha. He was acting so fake with everyone. If only they knew the truth about him. About how many huntsman and huntress he so cold heartily slaughtered.

Shadow bumped onto Cinder on the way back to team RWBY's dorm room. ”I have been looking all over for you! Our plan to take over BeaconAcademy starts tomorrow. I need you to disguise yourself when you go to the prom while I sneak into the Beacon Security Tower. I want you to cause a commotion so everyone can focus on you and be distracted” Cinder commands Shadow as she fiercely pokes his chest. At this moment she was wearing the Beacon Academy uniform( Black dress shirt and black skirt).

”Why should I listen to you. Last time I checked you have no control over me. I don't need to follow your bullshit commands any longer.” Shadow pushed aside Cinder.

”Why you little brat!” Cinder goes to smack Shadow in the face, but in a blink of an eye, he swiftly grabs her arms. She is blown away at his incredibly fast speed. She didn't even see him move a damn inch.

”Now I do whatever I want. I will do everything my way.” Shadow holds Cinder's hands tightly almost crushing her arm off.

”Argh!!! You will pay for disrespecting me! And not following my orders! You filthy mongrel!” Cinder snags away her hands and storms off into a crowd of students who were looking at Shadow and Cinder arguing with each other.

”Man that new kid has a different girl every day.” Whispers some of the girl students while giggling and blushing.

”Yeah, I wouldn't mind being with him. He is the strongest boy huntsman in our school!” Chants out Samantha with a snarky grin. It was the same girl who was picking on Ruby and making fun of her role as a leader. The bully girl with short hazel hair and dark brown eyes.

Shadow shakes off their words and goes to the Beacon Academy Garden. 'Maybe Jaune might be here.' He thought to himself.