Next bit for my chainsaw man crossover.
Vale :Arc Homestead & Dust Shop Crossover
Training Session : Late Afternoon, Arc Homestead
The late afternoon sun dappled the homestead porch, bouncing off the old wooden beams and the forest beyond. Roman Torchwick adjusted his coat and tipped his hat at Jaune Arc, who stood across from him, fists clenched and hood low.
"Alright, kid," Roman said with a grin. "Time to stop swinging blindly and start swinging smart. Aura's fine, but it can do more. Heal faster, move faster, hit harder. And don't just punch things, let the devil inside you do the heavy lifting."
Jaune swallowed, nodding. He could feel it: a low, insistent pulse beneath his ribs, hot and eager, itching to be unleashed.
Roman sparked a tiny controlled explosion in his palm, just a flare. "See that? That's controlled chaos. Now layer your aura over your blood. Let it mend you, let it sharpen you. But control it. You must be the master, not it."
Jaune's hands tingled as golden light seeped along his veins. The pulse beneath his skin throbbed, responsive, alive. Roman clapped. "Good. Now move."
Jaune bolted forward. Each step Roman punctuated with a small detonation beneath his boots, boosting him. Landing hard, Jaune nearly fell, and Roman caught him easily. "Careful, kid. Don't break yourself before you break someone else," Roman teased. "But you're learning fast."
Neo, sitting cross-legged nearby, signed: 'Too fast. He'll outrun you.' Roman laughed. "Let him. Maybe one day he'll save my hide."
By the time the sun dipped below the treeline, Jaune's aura burned gold and red, and the devil's pulse in his blood thrummed with energy. Roman smirked. "Good. Now let's see if you can use that outside a homestead."
The Dust Shop Job – Vale, Late Evening
Rain streaked down the streets, turning the neon signs into liquid fire. Roman, Jaune, and Neo approached From Dust Till Dawn, the faint glow of Roman's cigarette cutting through the mist.
"Easy job," Roman murmured, his grin sharp. "In and out." Jaune's hood was pulled low, golden aura simmering just beneath his skin, the devil's pulse thrumming faintly, eager and restless. Neo gave him a sidelong glance, signaling silently for him to keep cool.
Inside, hired men moved crates, unaware of the storm about to break over them. Roman's grin widened. "Take what I mark. Nothing else. I like my crime curated." Then the bell over the door chimed, and the world shifted.
Ruby Rose stepped inside, humming softly, small and unassuming in the chaos. A merc reached for her, and in the next instant, the shop erupted. Her scythe bloomed like silver petals in a hurricane, each strike precise and impossibly fast. Every merc fell in seconds, some barely registering the motion before they hit the floor.
Jaune froze. She moved like lightning, her aura bright, exact, and alive. His pulse jumped in response, a strange resonance echoing between them. Roman's grin widened, the corners of his mouth twitching in approval. "Now that's art."
Ruby's gaze swept past Roman and his explosions, past Neo's silent presence, and landed on Jaune. Their eyes met, and for the first time, the storm paused, just for a heartbeat.
Ruby's silver eyes widened. She blinked, startled by the sudden heat she felt radiating from the figure half-hidden in the shadows. He seemed ordinary at first glance, but there was something else, something raw, dangerous, and alive coiled beneath the surface.
Jaune's aura flared, gold mixing with red, and the devil's pulse in his blood responded, throbbing insistently under his skin. He felt a pull, like recognition, like some unspoken understanding stretching across the distance between them.
Ruby's breath caught. Her small frame stiffened, yet her eyes lingered, curious and alert. She felt the faint metallic tinge of his blood, glowing faintly from where a scrape from training had drawn it, and it drew her gaze even closer. Her heart beat faster, a flicker of something she couldn't name stirring deep in her chest.
Jaune's pulse matched it, a surge of heat and tension that made him suddenly aware of how small she looked, how precise she moved, and how frighteningly capable she was. He instinctively shifted, lowering his hood just enough for the silver of her gaze to find his, and the world seemed to narrow down to that single, electric connection.
Roman noticed the exchange but simply smirked, lighting another flare beneath his palm. He ignored the subtle flicker of something between the two, content to watch the play unfold while detonating the chaos around him with perfect rhythm.
Ruby's silver eyes lingered, tracing the line of Jaune's jaw, the tension coiling in his posture, the faint pulse beneath his skin she could somehow sense. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. He wasn't like anyone she'd seen before. Dangerous, yes—but also human, strangely familiar, and compelling in a way she couldn't shake.
Jaune felt the devil's pulse stir in response, a heat that made him aware of her gaze in a way that was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. He wanted to step forward, to reach out, but the instinct to hide, to stay in the shadows, kept him still.
Roman's explosions flared in the background, detonation after detonation, yet for a moment the chaos dimmed to the edges of Jaune's and Ruby's awareness. Time itself seemed to pause as they simply looked at each other, two souls recognizing something in the other that neither could name aloud.
Then Ruby blinked, shook herself slightly, and lunged forward. She attacked Roman with her scythe, precision slicing through the air, forcing him to dance, flitting between controlled detonations. Jaune stayed in the shadows, his pulse still high, aware that she was more than just another opponent—she was a force he couldn't ignore.
Roman's boots sparked, sending flames and fragments of controlled explosions into the air, and with a final, calculated detonation, the last of the hired men fell. Smoke and dust filled the shop.
Ruby lowered her scythe, chest heaving. Her gaze immediately returned to where Jaune had been, scanning the shadows. Her silver eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued and unsettled. Her lips parted, almost in a whisper, "Who… is he?"
Jaune remained still, hood pulled low again, heart hammering in a rhythm that matched the devil's pulse in his veins. He had no words for her, only the awareness that her eyes, so bright and alive, had seen something in him, and he hadn't been able to hide it.
Roman caught the glance and smirked, shaking his head slightly as if reading a private joke. Neo gave Jaune a subtle nod to move, pulling him toward the door, and the world outside resumed its storming pace, but the spark between Ruby and Jaune lingered, a thread neither of them could forget.
Before the trio could leave, Glynda appeared, aura crackling, crop glowing. "Roman Torchwick!"
He danced between her attacks, explosions flaring around him. She lashed with her crop, smashing into his chest and for the first time, a gash split his coat. Steam hissed as his flesh knit itself back together. Blood bubbled, sizzled, and vanished.
Glynda froze. "Aura… doesn't…"
Roman straightened, smirking. "I told you. I'm built different." Jaune shifted instinctively, devil's pulse thrumming. He could feel the tension of the fight, the danger radiating from both sides, and the thrill it brought out in him.
Roman fired off one last controlled blast and then stepped back. "Enough for tonight," he said, rolling his shoulders. "We move."
Ruby's silver eyes lingered on Jaune, curiosity, admiration, and something softer dancing in her gaze. Jaune felt the pulse beneath his skin spike one last time, a silent promise of more to come.