All of Blake's fingers kept moving without missing a beat, pressing down onto the letters and painted onto her keyboard. Right after she'd pressed them, those letters appeared on the bright screen in front of her, exactly as she expected.

No matter how much the darkness within her own room- along with her heavy eyelids -told her to go to rest, the writer kept working, only stopping to drink her cup of coffee, hoping it would rejuvenate her enough to keep going.

Her own yawn interrupted her from working. She let her eyes close itself, but felt a pang of unexpected pain; a migraine.

Groaning quietly, she put her hand to her temple, massaging her forehead gently, wishing the pain would disappear while her other hand rested itself on her desk.

A few seconds was all it took for most of the pain to go away. Blake sighed in solace and looked back to the thin screen of her laptop.

The girl could see that there were letters being displayed on the electronic screen, but she couldn't comprehend what those words were or what they mean. Her vision was hazy, as if she was underwater. She knew it was because of both the brightness of her screen and her lack of sleep.

Blake squinted her eyes, trying to re-focus her vision. Her efforts didn't work as well as she hoped, but at least she could now see better, even if only slightly.

Finding that she couldn't see the digital clock on her screen, Blake looked away from her laptop and onto the wall where she nailed the ideal and most recognizable form of the time-teller device.

She learned that it was 5.07 in the morning.

Oh, was her only thought.

The black-haired girl wasn't surprised, even if she knew she should be. She looked at her window- wondering why it was still dark -and saw the sight of her curtain deflecting the sun from chasing away the darkness from her room.

A chain of knocks made her flinch and look towards the source of the voice. It was coming from her entrance door.

At first, Blake frowned. What kind of person would be awake at this hour? she asked internally, not realizing the irony behind her thoughts.

She was starting to believe that she was in the realm of slumber without realizing it when another chain of knocks was heard, debunking her theory. This time, however, it was louder and faster, and it served to make her more nervous.

"Come in?" Blake was asking rather than telling, mostly because she was confused as to why anyone would come and visit her now instead of later when the sun had fully rose itself.

The door-handle was pulled down delicately, almost as if the person was holding a piece of glass in the midst of shattering. The door itself was opened slowly, no creaks was heard, none at all.

Only one person would do such a simple action in such an elegant manner.

The guest revealed herself as Weiss Schnee; wearing a white ruffle-front shirt underneath her light blue overcoat, her bubble-white skirt and white boot-like heels perfecting her look. It was a gracious, yet modern look, such as the person herself in many aspects.

"Weiss?" asked the insomniac with a muddled frown.

"I knew you wouldn't be sleeping." The woman in heels let go of the door handle only so she could cross her arms.

"What else would I be doing?" countered the girl after she rolled her eyes.

Blake briefly glanced at the clock again, making sure that it really was when she thought it was only to find out that it wasn't. She thought it was 5.07, when in actuality, it was 5.10. What a shock.

She kept her amber eyes stern and still despite her slightly-blurry vision, asking, "What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be at work? Or sleeping?" as she leaned backwards, letting her chair support her shoulders, sticking her eyes into the dazzling blue orbs.

"This early, Blake," Weiss had to correct, of course. Perfection is what she strived, what she yearned. "And I came here for you," the petite girl said, walking towards her blinded window and opening the curtain.

Blake had to bit back a hiss of pain. Sunlight had became a friend to her as much as it was to a vampire.

The suited-woman looked around her room with a sneer that was badly hidden.

Blake looked around her own room as well, although she wasn't as surprised as her friend. She honestly didn't know what she should be feeling.

Her room was never this messy before.

Usually, she would always put all of her novels not only in the bookshelf, but in a systematical order as well. Usually she would gather up all of her unused and wrinkled papers and throw it to where it belongs; the trashcan. Usually, at this hour, she would still be in the bridge between slumber and reality, getting ready to start her day and live her fine life.

But Blake wasn't her usual self.

She hadn't been for the past few months.

Weiss had an opening, trembling mouth. She wanted to say something, but had no idea where to begin.

After only a few seconds, the businesswoman already sighed, giving up on trying to have meaningless conversation.

"I want you to stop doing this to yourself, Blake," the white-haired girl said, straightforward and blunt, her favorite method of communication.

The girl in purple and black quickly broke their eye-contact.

"Doing what?" Blake asked, pretending not to understand her friend's words. She knew Weiss would never believe her bad acting, but she simply couldn't help herself.

Weiss sighed, slowly shaking her head. Then, she looked at Blake's bed, her diamond-like blue eyes narrowing as she analysed it. The girl brushed off the unseen dust before she finally sat down on it. If perfection truly exist, it would be her posture at that moment.

"The deadline is months away. There's no need to rush, Blake."

A scoff and an eye-roll was the first and second response Weiss received.

"Yes, I am aware, and I don't care," was the third response, accompanied by the action of Blake's cat-like eyes looking back at the bright screen. With no thought nor effort, her hands began typing as she secretly hoped her friend would stop talking about this topic.

"Blake…"

Weiss muttered her name in a very unsettled manner. It was filled with nothing but concern. It bothered Blake immensely that her friend to know that her friend was worried for her.

It upset her.

Her breathing became slightly more erratic and uncontrollable.

"Blake."

The strength she conjure to type was far bigger than necessary. It resulted with a pain at the tip of her fingers and a big volume at the clicking sound of her keyboard. Not that she cared.

"Blake!"

No more clicking sounds. The girl in mention stopped typing only because her hands had clenched themselves into fists.

"What? I'm working," the writer half-shouted half-asked.

"Look at yourself!" Weiss -unlike her friend- had fully shouted, unable to control her temper. "You, Blake Belladonna, are not working!"

Before the tired girl could even try to deny her, Weiss did something very unladylike.

Weiss Schnee, the current president of the largest company in the world, grabbed Blake's laptop, closed it, and pulled it away from the owner.

After blinking a few times, and realizing what her friend just did, Blake outstretched her hands, trying to take back what was rightfully hers.

But the very mature lady wasn't going to give up that easily. She took a large step back, where Blake couldn't reach her precious rectangular device with her own two hands.

Blake stood up, or tried to, anyway, and immediately sat back down as the wave of dizziness flooded over her entire head, filling it with poundings.

The dark-haired girl clenched her fist and growled, "Give me back my laptop, Weiss."

The girl in blue and white simply looked back at her and smiled. It wasn't a happy smile. It wasn't even close to being a genuine smile. It was a smile reminiscent to the one she'd use whenever she was satisfied for succeeding in something. The raven-haired girl had saw the Weiss wearing that smile before. Usually, it would mean that her foe was in trouble, and in this case; Blake.

It was far from a simple smile. No, it was a smile that meant she'd won.

"Not until you admit that there's something wrong with you," she said, her voice cold as ice, reminding Blake of why she was titled the Ice Queen.

But the disoriented and angry Blake wasn't going to give in that easily. She crossed her arms and cocked her head upwards, as if she was looking down on the small-sized woman. It was a way for her to show that she wasn't the only stubborn person in this room.

"There is nothing wrong with me." Contrast to the singer, Blake's voice was filled with such threatening venom.

The writer half-expected Weiss to flinch at the tone and pitch of her voice, but the girl didn't even blink.

Instead her diamond blue orbs narrowed in frustration, accompanied by her perfect eyebrows knitting together.

She suddenly gritted her teeth, her cool composure instantly wiped away from her as she say, "Then what's this?!" gesturing to her room.

Blake could only let her eyes widen: That was far from the reaction she'd expected from the cold woman.

Weiss opened Blake's laptop, and positioned it in an angle where they both could see the screen. She scrolled down on the many pages filled with Blake's chapter that she was still working on.

Now that Blake could almost see as clear as day, she was horrified to know that all those many grammatical and punctuational errors and were created by her own two hands, by the woman who'd published 2 novels which sold over 300 copies.

Periods instead of commas. Caps-lock in all the wrong places. All the mistakes that even a beginner would never made, marked by the many red squiggly lines under the incorrect words; it was all present in her chapter, the chapter that she'd been working on for one night.

The author bit her lip, cringing and hoping it was a good-enough excuse to say, "It's… still a rough draft."

She was given the infamous Ice Queen glare in return.

It was impossible for Blake not to admit the truth after she saw that look. She guessed fear really does control people.

"Okay, maybe there is something wrong with me."

"Thank you," The neatly-dressed woman breathed, finally closing Blake's laptop and gave it back to her, like she said she would. Blake was mildly surprised at the gesture, but then she remembered that her friend was a woman of her words. She would always keep her part of the bargain.

Blake didn't bother opening it only to see the train-wreck of a chapter she'd written. She chose to, instead, have a chat with her friend. Her annoying, blackmailing friend. But her friend nonetheless.

"You need something refreshing," Weiss stated, looking at her in a rather strange way.

Unfortunately at that moment, Blake was still in her sulking mode, looking down on her laps, drowning herself in self-hatred, and replying automatically, "Yeah…" her voice almost as quiet as a whisper.

She didn't realize that Weiss was leading her into a trap. Yet.

"An activity being held in the outdoors involving overnight stay-aways from home," Blake heard Weiss say, a frown growing on her face in mild anxiousness the longer the high-classed woman elaborated.

"O...kay?" the slightly disoriented girl heard herself agreeing, not quite understanding why.

"More specifically, a guided activity in the length of days where participants leave developed areas to spend time outdoors in more natural ones in pursuit of activities providing them enjoyment- or, so I was told."

Something finally clicked inside Blake's head. Confused and scared amber eyes looked up and into the shining blue worth millions of dollars, who were staring at her, anticipating a certain response.

"Weiss?" she couldn't help but ask.

Blue eyes widened in realization; realization that her friend didn't understand what she was implying, before frowning in sheer disbelief, deadpanning.

"A camping trip, Blake. You're going on a camping trip."

It was Blake's turn to be frowning.

"Weiss," she said in the most commanding tone she could ever muster, "I may have some issues I need to deal with, but I do not need to go sleeping in a tent filled with strangers for days."

The girl in mention replied as she put her hand on her purse, searching for something, "I knew you would say that-"

"Good, then you shouldn't've recommended that idea in the first place."

"-which is why I already bought the ticket."

"Wait, what?"

A smug-faced Weiss answered her question by throwing a small rectangle-shaped paper on her desk. As Blake inspected it closer, she realized one thing and one thing only: Weiss never fooled around.

"It's too late now," the small yet, terrifying girl said, shrugging, as if this was a piece of cake, although considering how much money she made on a daily basis, it probably was for her.

"Weiss…" Blake said, her eyes trailing from the ticket towards her best friend. "Why?" she asked, looking at the now grinning woman.

"Because," she said, coughing intentionally before she continued, "it's not healthy for you to keep working like this, and..." a blush rose on her healthy pale cheeks, "I'm worried about you."

"Thank you, Weiss," Blake made sure to say.

She knew how emotionally reserved the woman was. So to hear her admit her true feelings would mean two things. The classy girl considered her as a true friend, and there was something seriously wrong with her, so much so for the so-called Ice Queen to be worried this much.

"But why a camping trip?" the writer emphatised, her eyebrows frowning in confusion, begging the other girl to answer her question.

"Going outdoor brings a positive vibe. It is rejuvenating, a feeling that cannot exist while being pent-up inside, as currently. It's healthy both physically, mentally, and, maybe even emotionally…" she trailed off, realizing what she just said. There was a short pause before she continued, "Plus, maybe you'll get an inspiration for your novel."

"Well…" Blake drew in a shaky breath. "Alright."

The woman in heels smirked in return. "Good." She put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Because you're going whether you like it or not."

"I hate you." Blake was smiling despite what she said. Her mouth had failed her yet again.

Blake flipped the page of her book, curious to see the fate of the protagonist. Although she suspected that -since the novel aimed for the younger demographic- he will be fine, and so will everyone else, except for the antagonist. It was unlike real life.

She made sure to flip it quietly, or else the nice tour guide in front of the bus -whose name Blake had already forgotten- would be offended or hurt to know that Blake was never paying attention to her explanation for the past hour.

It was why she sat on the second row on the bus, on the edge of the window, where nobody could see her. Not even the mysterious man in front of her who chose to be sitting in the very front of the bus for a reason Blake didn't want to know.

The redheaded tour guide was standing in the middle of the bus, using a microphone so she wouldn't have to shout out her warnings, not that it would make any difference for Blake, who was going to read her book even if she was yelling right next to her ear.

She did another page flip and was getting closer and closer to the ending of her book, much to her displeasure.

And another.

And then another.

Before she knew it, Blake had already finished her book.

Damn it, she thought. This was probably the first and only time she cursed herself for being such a fast reader.

After letting out a breath of discontent, Blake closed her treasured book, finally deciding to take a look at where she currently was.

She looked through the window, and squinted at the bright yellow light, before dropping her jaw in amazement at the scenery.

Sometimes, Blake forgot how beautiful nature could be.

It was as if the leaves on the trees were dancing, letting the wind guide their movements.

The clouds were like cotton candy. It was a combination of pink, red, and yellow, creating the perfect hue, far better than the one she would usually see in movies or paintings.

However, a bump caused her to stop gazing at the beautiful scenery, snapping her attention back to the tall redhead.

"Wow," the tour guide grunted, then chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood, "it appears we are getting closer to our destination."

Blake sighed internally, knowing that she should be paying attention, not because she actually cared about this whole trip, but because she pitied the nice tour guide.

"So, remember, always stay hydrated. Drink water at least every half an hour, or else you'll be easily tired and sometimes catch a dehydration."

Then, the girl kept rambling on about the basics of what they should be doing, and Blake was already starting to lose interest. She almost forgot why she'd been ignoring the woman's words in the first place. Her words were so boring everyone would choose to read the encyclopedia instead of listening to them.

She was deciding whether or not she should just re-read her book when she caught a glimpse of the person in front of her, raising their hand.

The tour guide noticed the gesture in an immediate sense and asked, "Yes, do you have a question, Miss Xiao Long?"

Blake frowned. For the past hour that she sat on this bus, she thought that it was a man.

Curious if it truly was a woman, the girl looked up. The headrest part of the seat between them blocked Blake from seeing the woman's face. But she could see that the person had long blond hair, which Blake quickly noted, blended in extremely well with the light of the rising sun, almost making it appear as if it was glowing.

"Yeah, I have a question, Miss Nikos."

The voice clearly belonged to the female gender. It was loud, confident, although slightly raspy. Blake guessed that the mysterious woman was at least 2 years older than her, which would make the blonde 22 years old.

"Oh, just call me Pyrrha," the tour guide piped in with a cheerful and honest smile.

Oh… so that's her name, Blake thought, thankful that she could avoid another conversation with a person without mentioning their name.

"So, um…" the blonde's voice fade away. Blake imagined that she currently was holding her chin.

"Will there be carnivores in the forest?"

What?

Blake was certain that she wasn't the only one thinking that one word of question. In fact, she was extremely certain that everyone on the bus -except for the girl asking the question herself- was smacking their head with their hand.

And the only people who weren't doing that were the minority, currently laughing, thinking that the question was meant to be a joke.

It better be a joke, she thought dryly.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" Even the tour guide couldn't believe what the girl was asking.

"You know, predators like bears and wolves and stuff. Are we gonna see them in the forest?"

Oh my God this isn't a joke, Blake told herself as her eyebrow raised, wondering who this woman was and why she was asking such an… odd question.

"Well, some of them do inhabit the forest, but we will not be seeing any and all predators. We will only be crossing the safe paths of the forests, we will not be stepping into their territory," the poor girl tried to explain. "I assure you, as long as all of you don't stray too far from the path, you'll all be fine."

"So…" the girl wondered, "wolves and bears do live in the forest?"

Nevermind odd, it was a very idiotic question.

"Yes, Miss Xiao Long," Pyrrha confirmed, wavering, too embarrassed to continue this conversation.

"This tour…" the blond-haired girl said. Her voice had suddenly became low and serious, as if she was a completely different person.

Blake, along with everybody else, turned their head to look at the girl, or at least, part of the girl that their respective visions allowed them to see. The atmosphere of the bus had changed. Everyone knew that. They also knew that whatever the woman would be saying next, it would be very important.

In those short few seconds of silence, Blake could only hear the loud buzzing sound of the bus engine. But that sound was non-existent when the woman called 'Miss Xiao Long' finally spoke.

"Bear with me guys...It'll be a… howling experience. I can smell it."

The soul of everyone in this bus -save for the blonde- just left their own body, realizing how meaningless life is.

Their laughs were hollow and filled with no emotion other than pain.

The bus driver, who had said nothing during this entire ride, sighed loudly.

They all just died internally.

They all wished they'd died externally too.

The soul-crusher blonde stood on her feet by jumping from her seat, grabbing the hand-grip and letting herself dangle around as if she was in some kind of theme park.

The worst part was how the irritating woman grinned, almost like she had done such a world-changing event.

"And please, don't call me 'Miss'," she said, her bright smile putting the sun to shame. "I'm Yang, Yang Xiao Long. I hope you'll all be able to bear my puntastic jokes, otherwise this trip'll be pretty unbearlivably boring."

This time, almost everyone booed at her. Pyrrha was the only one who didn't show any signs of annoyment, and that was only because she was the nicest person on the bus. She did, however, show a small sign of awkwardness by smiling sheepishly at her.

But Blake, who previously was shaking her head in disapproval, was now perfectly still; eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

If the girl's beautiful golden mane was like the opening dish, then the rest of her would be the main course. The delicious, drool-dripping five-star main course.

The first thing Blake noticed were her eyes, like the amethyst gem, shining a bright purple light with a hint of crimson red around her pupils, possibly due to the morning light.

The second thing she noticed was her clothing, or, rather, her lack of one.

While Blake was currently wearing three layers of clothing, she only wore a simple yellow tank-top. Blake was concerned for her, hoping that the poor girl would not get a cold, but she was also deadpanning, wondering why she would wear that type of clothing, especially since it was written in the brochure that the activity was going to be held in the mountains, where the air was always chilly.

But there was a part of her that was thankful of what the blond-haired girl was wearing, thankful because it showed some diamond rated goodness.

Mildly tanned and definitely toned.

The perfect combo.

No more needed to be said.

Blake's mouth was opened even though she didn't plan on saying anything.

Hot damn… she thought.

She didn't know how long she was staring, but when she actually began to question it, she noticed something that she should've noticed earlier, far earlier.

It was something unspeakably horrible and embarrassing.

The woman called Yang was looking back at her, lilac eyes sparkling with an intense emotion Blake couldn't be caring at that moment.

Blake had been checking the girl out. And she was caught by the girl herself as she was doing so. And she did not notice it until moments later, until it was too late.

The only way to describe how the author felt at that moment would be the gut-wrenching scream coming from the depths of hell, and even that wouldn't be enough.

Closing her mouth was the first thing Blake did. Then she attempted to look back on the window, pretending as if nothing happened, and failing. No matter how much she tried, her eyes kept looking back onto the blonde girl, who wasn't even hiding the fact that she was looking right at her.

Hundreds of thoughts filled with worry and anxiousness racing around in her head. But mostly, she was worried what the girl would think of her. She didn't want the two of them to end up in a bad term, especially since the writer didn't intend to do it.

But. All of those worries were instantly erased when she saw what the girl named Yang did.

She grinned.

And winked.

At Blake.

The thoughts in her head, along with her heartbeat, got even wilder than before. She was filled with so many intense emotions all at once, all because of two simple actions.

She was slightly turned on. But she was confused and worried of why she was turned on. And she was mad at what the blonde just did. And she was embarrassed to know that the blonde just did it in public.

To put it simply, Blake morphed from a cool, composed, and mysterious author into an awkward, flushed, and mess-of-a-person in mere milliseconds.

Quickly, she rummaged through her small purse, and found what she was looking for; the brochure.

Her eyes darted on the thin, slightly sticky paper until she find the information about how long this trip was going to last. 5 days.

Fuck! How am I gonna survive this trip if she keeps messing with me?! Blake thought, horrified and still slightly aroused, even if she would never admit it.

Author's Notes : Hello~ and welcome to my fresh and new fan fiction! If you didn't know, my old story called "Humans and Demons" got delayed because I have some... issues which won't be fixed in a short time. So, during this time, I'll give you this!... whatever this is.

Special thanks to Kvithr for helping me plot out this entire story. Without him, I'm probably still stressing over everything.

I hope you enjoy reading this story, because I certainly enjoyed writing this story. Have a nice day, and goodbye! 3