Author's Notes: I've officially written an Arkos story now. For some time, I never thought this day would come. I would like to clarify after saying something like that, but I don't dislike Arkos. I was even perfectly content watching it unfold in Canon... until, well you know. I'm just a little late to the party for writing something with it, is all.

Anyways, this isn't your traditional Arkos story... and it's a bit weird, probably even for me. The title for this comes from a chapter in Kami Nomi zo Shiru Sekai, specifically the Megami-hen when he is attempting to reconquer Yui. For those that know what I'm talking, you should already know what this entails.

Perfect Heroine

"Please come again!" Pyrrha waved backwards at the hair-dresser that called out to her.

Once she stepped out from the barber shop, she turned and looked back in the window, using it as a mirror to check herself over once again. She wanted to be absolutely sure everything was perfect. After all, today was the big day.

Today was her very first date with Jaune.

She had almost given up on her feelings ever getting through to him. Until the fateful night of the Vytal Festival Dance. Jaune left briefly, only to return in a dress and asking her to dance. The pure bliss and joy she felt in that one moment… she didn't even think it was possible to be that happy.

So overflowing in emotions, she hadn't been able to contain anymore, she had kissed him very publicly… leading him to asking her on this very date. Of course she had agreed, but… there had been one stipulation.

It wasn't anything drastic, at least she didn't think so. He had been really hesitant to agree at first, so maybe it was. In the end, he did accept her stipulation with one of his own. This was something she had no problem with and so their date was set.

Satisfied with the way she looked, Pyrrha gave a content nod before turning around to scan for Jaune. Checking her watch quick, she confirmed that it was about their agreed meeting time. Despite living in the same room together, they set out separatly so each could prepare and had just decided to meet outside this very barber shop.

So the only thing left to do was wait.

"Hey~ Come on cutie, why won't you say something to me?" Pyrrha tensed up, not so much because of the words, but because she recognized who they belonged to. Emerald eyes scanned the bustling sidewalk, looking for the owner. "If you don't like me, all you have to do is say something." It was when he spoke again she finally located him, Russel Thrush of team CRDL.

The shorter boy with a green mohawk was leaned over, hands in his pockets in a way he probably thought looked cool as he tried to hit on some poor girl. Flanking the girl so she couldn't retreat was Sky Lark.

Pyrrha immediately felt for her. For someone like Pyrrha, it had become a practiced habit to brush off annoying flirts, even the more persistent ones and while it never came down to it, well, she was a world-renowned champion so she could take care of herself. This girl didn't seem to have that same ability.

Looking closer, Pyrrha realized that the girl might even be a little taller than her. She had beautiful, flowing blonde hair that was combed straight. She couldn't see her eyes, for they were hidden by bangs at the moment. As for her physique… well, it was actually kind of hard to tell from the way she dressed.

She wore a gorgeous blue long-sleeve shirt, the whole thing looking to be several sizes too big as it hung loosely off her frame. Then there was the skirt she had on, equally blue but surprisingly conservative, with it extending all the way to her ankles and completely concealing any leg. This pretty much left the girl's whole figure to your imagination… and it appeared Russell liked what his was showing him.

"Since you're not saying anything, that must mean you're free, right?" Pyrrha couldn't stand to watch anymore as it looked like Russell was about to drag the poor soul off against her will. She didn't think him a bad person or that he would try anything, but he was definitely coming across too strong.

The girl was absolutely shivering in fear now, arms held up and hands nearly pressed against her mouth. No one else appeared to even notice her distress, the passing by civilians not even suffering a hitch in their step. So when Pyrrha started towards them, a resolute gleam in her emerald eyes, the girl must have somehow felt it because it was at that moment she looked