"I knew you would look better without the bow..."
His voice echoed through her head. The cold night air whipped against Blake's face as she stood upon the rooftops, looking out into the city. It had been about a month or so after she had left Beacon, or what was left of it, her team, and him. She wasn't allowed to be happy, her life just didn't allow it. Bags had formed underneath her eyes again, only worse this time. She couldn't sleep, but this time it wasn't worry that kept her awake. It was guilt that riddled her body. Blake's mind began flooding with memories, as it does every night. The first time she met her team, the first time she met Sun, the tournament and the dance all began to come back to her. She let a single tear roll down her pale, saddened face. She decided to take a seat, letting her feet dangle off the rooftops.
She had gone a few days without sleep and its finally getting to her. But she would only achieve her long awaited slumber if the nightmares, guilt, and memories subsided. But tonight was the worst it had ever gotten. She laid back looking up into the night sky, arms fully stretched out, as a certain memory began to run circles throughout her head. It was after team SSSN had beaten NDGO, when Yang suggested to congratulate the dorks on making it through.
Yang walked with a swagger as she held her hands behind her head, a big grin forming on her face. "You must be glad Sun made it," she remarked, turning around to her raven haired comrade. A blush began to make its way across Blake's face, "Just a little..." she said, not looking the smirking Yang in the face. If possible, Yang's grin had increased, she loved seeing her friend happy. It was no secret around Beacon that Blake had a thing for Sun, and vice versa. Yang stopped her feet as she noticed some familiar faces, team SSSN. She moved forward at a quicker pace this time, grabbing Blake's hand, dragging her along. When the girls had finally reached their destination, Yang let go of her partners had and gave a congratulatory punch to the shoulder of Neptune, followed by Sun. "Glad you guys made it," she glowed with happiness, as she meant the words. "It's...it's all for the ladies," Neptune had followed, rubbing his shoulder, trying to recover from Yang's show of happiness. Neptune turned towards his life long friend, "Isn't that right buddy?" he questioned with a grin on his face winking his eye.
Sun saw what Neptune set him up for, and mentally thanked him as he made his way past his partner and the yellow beauty. He stopped in front of the faunus girl, nudging her shoulder with his elbow, "Well, my showing was only for one lady," he teased. Blake had blushed harder this time but returned his remark, "With a performance like that, you got some work to do, oh great stowaway," she beamed back at him, a grin making its way across her face. He was really starting to rub off on her. His tail flicked around back and forth playfully, "Really? All my fans our there thought I performed incredibly," she stated as he placed his fists on his hips, closing his eyes and looking triumphant. She giggled and she pushed him out of his stance of glory.
He recovered from his sudden loss of balance, looking back at the object of his affection, "Aww, don't be jealous," he retorted, his trademark grin plastered across his face. She walked towards the girl, "Don't worry, I'll dedicate my next performance all to the lovely Blake Belladona," he proudly stated aloud wrapping his hand around her should, as he held his palm out in the air. "Well then, looks like I have something to look forward to," she responded, laughing. He was the only one that could brighten her mood this much. She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard a low rumbling sound.
Her eyes perked up at the sound, underneath the bow. She looked at the boy standing next to her, as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, "What? Even the best of performers get hungry," he said trying to cover himself. She laughed at his recovery, "Not as often as you. Want to grab a bite?" she offered. At this point the two were so lost in the presence of the other that neither released their partner had left, giving them some alone time. Sun, once again, wore his bright smile and offered his arm, "Then shall we?" She took his arm in hers, "I'd be delighted to have the company of a no good stowaway," she grinned looking up to her counter part. But is was Sun who wore a brighter smile, snickering to himself, "You admitted I'm a great performer," he said as they began to walk. She giggled again to herself leaning into his arm, "My performer," she thought to herself.
Her eyes snapped open. She could feel the stains the tears had left, as she remembered her times. She was brought out of her thoughts completely as crashing boom made itself apparent, as it echoed through the alleyways between the buildings. Blake, trying to take her mind off things, decided to investigate. Anything was better than living in the past. She got up and jumped the rooftops towards the source of the crash. The sound kept repeating itself over and over again, until grunts of pain began to fill the ears of Blake. She knew this was something she didn't want to involve herself with, but she couldn't leave herself alone, the memories were too much. As she finally reached the center of her new concern, her eyes were met with many sites and each one sending her emotions spiraling. As she looking down, she found herself looking down at a familiar figure. The figure moved with grace as he wielded that 'oh so' familiar staff.
Blake was horrified, another person close to her had been targeted. But she had noticed these were not White Fang members, as they lacked the outfits and masks. Only slightly relieved, Blake wrestled the desire to help the monkey faunus,the one she so adored. But she couldn't bring herself to move. Blake was snapped out of her thoughts once again, she she heard the last crash. She looked back down to see all assailant's of Sun taken care of. The quiet of the night had returned. The only thing she could hear was his heavy breathing, as he collapsed backwards, sitting down. The wounds all over his body had captured the eyes of Blake. Worry, again, made itself apparent on her expression.
"Did you like my performance?" Sun said, eyes still closed trying to catch his breath. Blake's body became paralyzed. She wasn't ready to confront him. Sun used his staff to help him return to his feet, heaving himself up. Blake could see his face, covered is bruises and cuts. "You know, you're right," he began as she wiped his face, "I do have a lot to work on. I did say my next performance was for you." How? How could he be so calm. Blake was not ready, she turned away from him. Her mind was at war, half of her wanted to collapse into the arms of the man that made her feel safe, made her feel special. The only person who would truly understand her. But the other half told her she wasn't worthy of him anymore. She prepared herself to take off, but she was too lost in her thoughts as she didn't notice the infamous monkey faunus had quickly caught up to her position, "Boo.." he teased. Blake, taken aback, and stumbled back. She tripped up on her feet as she feel back. At this moment, of all moments, her strength had left her. "I think it's time we had a talk, Blake," Sun walked over to her and kneeled down next to her. Tears began to form in Blake's eyes as she looked into the eyes of Sun. The urge was too much, as she launched herself into the arms of Sun. She collapsed into him, letting tears fall.
Blake was ice cold to the touch as Sun had noticed. The emotions of the girl he loved were all being let out right in front of him. The cold air wasn't doing either of them any looked down to the girl in his arms, as she still trembled and shuddered, tears still falling. He scooped her up and decided to take her to his hide out, one of many he had scattered throughout the land of Remnant . Blake was too weak at this time to protest, as the lack of sleep and emotional trauma had finally taken its toll. All she could do was cling to the faunus boy, as he began to make his way back to his destination. She had to confront him, whether she was ready or not.