Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction. Enjoy. :)

Cold rain drips down from the murky sky. I look at my mentor, Adam Taurus, who is the leader of the White Fang. We're currently training in an open field, far away from the nearest town, and it has been pouring cold rain for ten minutes now.

Adam sees me shiver in the rain and he frowns. I see him tighten his grip on the crimson-red katana he uses as a weapon.

"You need to harden up, Blake," He says to me. "We just got out here."

We've been out here for an hour already, I want to say, but I hold back my tongue. I know better than to talk back to Adam. I steady myself, and fasten my grasp on my weapons.

Adam and I clash for the next twenty-five minutes. This is nothing new to me; we do our vigorous training every single day. But as a cat-human, I hate getting wet and cold. Man, if only I had a jacket or something…

"Blake!" Adam's commanding voice forces me to go back into focus. And then I realize, my stance is sloppy, my grip is too light, and I'm standing close enough to Adam for him to slice me with a slight movement of his katana.

I see his fist coming straight into my face. I tense up my body, bracing myself for the fist to come slamming into me. But instead, he stops with his hand right in front of my eyes, and pushes two fingers into my forehead. The impact, surprisingly, is enough to knock me backwards, but before I fall back into a puddle of muddy water, Adam catches me by my shirt collar and pulls me towards him.

"Maybe if you'd quit daydreaming," he says sternly, "I wouldn't have wasted my energy for that."

"You did it effortlessly, though." those words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.

I expect him to scold me for talking back, but he just sighs. "Every bit of energy you use a day is precious."

"I'm using up enough energy today by just standing out here in the freezing rain."

He looks at me weirdly. "You've got quite an attitude today."

I stare back. "I do?"

Leaning his face closer, he examines me. I stare straight into his dark-red eyes… he's not wearing his white mask today.

Now that I think about it, I don't think Adam has ever been in love. He's handsome enough to be called boyfriend material, but he's never tried to be one. His eyes express his ferocity and danger, but also show hints of gentleness.

"You're daydreaming again." once again, his voice snaps me out of my train of thought. I focus myself back on him.

"What?" I say

To my surprise, his voice is getting softer and he's leaning more and more into me.

We are interrupted by a member of the White Fang that runs into our practice field. When he sees Adam so close to me like that, he stops in his tracks.

"Uh… sir…" He mutters out. "We suggest that you go back into Headquarters, so you don't catch a cold."

" … You're probably right." Adam backs away from me and I'm suddenly missing him. I'm so confused; I've never felt this way about him before. He turns his head back to look at me. "Blake, training is over today."

Obediently, I follow him and the White Fang member back to our Headquarters, then to our rooms so we can change out of our wet clothes.

It's strange to say, I share a big room with Adam. It wasn't my decision to make; it was his. He believed that mentors had to always keep an eye on their apprentices. I don't really mind much, since I've been living in the same room with him for more than two years now. Nothing special has happened between us. This is all we are… mentor and apprentice.

I grab my extra clothes and head to the bathroom to change. Adam changes in the bedroom. When I'm finished, I open the bathroom door to leave the bathroom. Adam and I bump into each other and we exchange a quiet "sorry" before going our separate paths.

I close our room door and head into the cool hallways. Normally there would be absolutely no sound, just silence, but this evening… the hallways are buzzing with noise. All the White Fang members, male and female, are talking with each other. I prick up my cat ears, and I pick up a conversation…

"Hey, did you hear about Belladonna and Taurus?"

"Yeah, Ivan saw them out in the field making out or something."

"Do you think they're gonna hook up tonight?"

"I don't know. But if they do… things are gonna change."

When I hear this news, my face instantly burns bright red and my whole face feels hot. One of the White Fang members spot me, and she bursts out into a high- pitched squeal. This attracts the attention of everybody chattering in the hallways. All eyes are focused on me now.

"Blake! Is it true that you and Adam-"

"No, it's not!" I answer quickly, trying my best to hide my red face. "We were just training out in the field, and I began to daydream, and he was peering into my face…" My voice trails off when I see Adam's tall figure marching through the crowd of people. The room suddenly falls silent.

"What the hell is this?" his voice booms in frustration. "Aren't all of you supposed to be someplace else?"

And just like that, slowly, the crowd breaks up. I get a few glances as the people leave, and I'm just standing there, studying my feet. I hope Adam doesn't see how red I am.

"What was that all about?" He asks me.

I don't even look up. I just shrug and begin to walk back to my room. Before I close the door, I catch a glimpse of Adam approaching a random White Fang member. He's probably going to ask that man what happened.

He's gonna walk in here and it'll be extremely awkward, I think. The doorknob turns and he begins to walk in. Moving as fast as I can, I resort to something childish; hiding under the covers of the bed and hoping he doesn't see me.

It doesn't work. He walks in and closes the door and sighs. I hear his footsteps come closer and closer… Then the blanket cover is lifted off my head.

My face is tomato red… And so is his.

When our eyes meet, he immediately looks away. I sit up and lift all the covers off… and there is a long silence.

Finally, I stutter out, "So… y-you heard what happened, right?"

He nods. "It's… ridiculous. I'm going to have to get that White Fang member beaten for spreading rumors."

I get up and walk to the edge of the room. "I don't get it. Why would they do this? We're only mentor and student."

I don't hear an answer. When I turn around to see if Adam is alright, I am shocked to see him standing directly behind me. He's looking me in the eyes now, his face calm but redder than ever. Not knowing what else to do, I just turn my back on him and face the wall in front of me.

I hear his hands go to unbutton his robe, so he's only wearing his pants and a red t-shirt. His hands then go into my hair, softly weaving them through my long locks. He moves my hair aside and I feel his lips touch the back of my neck.

My body is telling him to push him away, but before I am able to do that, he's slipped his arms around my waist.

It feels like electricity is coursing through my body. I turn around to face him and push him away. I'm too afraid, or rather, shy to look him in the eyes. But I know he's staring at me with those crimson-red eyes of his.

"Blake." He speaks softly. He begins to make his way toward me again. I rest my hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away again. He doesn't budge.

"Adam… why…"

He grabs both of my legs up to his waist and pushes my body against the wall. His face expression has not changed… but I can't even look him in the eyes now.

"Adam… Please tell me…"

He grunts out his response. "Shhh. Just don't talk."

And just like that, he begins to nuzzle into my neck. His lips then move from my neck to my face, and he starts to kiss me. Suddenly panicking, I try to move away from his grasp, but it doesn't work.

Frantically, I search for anything- literally anything that can stop him. Then I remember- Adam is ticklish. I move my hands from his shoulders to his waist. I know he can sense something is wrong. Explosively, I tickle him as hard as I can. His lips move away from mine and he drops me.

It's so rare to see him so vulnerable like this. I want to see where this goes. I continue to tickle him. We both tumble onto the ground and laugh. I'm having more fun than I imagined.

I stop tickling when Adam grabs both of my wrists.

He breaks into a mischievous grin. "Now it's my turn."

I jolt in shock when he sets his tickling fingers on my hips. I begin to wriggle and suddenly I'm the one being pinned to the ground. I'm also silently praying that nobody would walk in and interrupt us.

We finally stop tickling to catch our breaths. During this span of time, we're laid flat on our backs on the floor, breathing.

"That was… quite strange." He speaks first.

"I never knew you had a soft side, Adam."

"You're the only one I've ever revealed it to."

"Adam, I…" The mood suddenly shifts. "When we were in that corner, why were you doing that to me?"

"I did it because I hated our relationship." His answer takes me aback for a second. He continues. "I hated the fact that for all those years, nothing has happened or changed between us. Our relationship was as simple as mentor and student… Yet we both share a room, we see each other everyday, and we always have the whole day to ourselves. Even when we're on missions, we're together. Doesn't it seem ridiculous that nothing has occurred?"

"But I thought you never fell in love, Adam."

"That's false. I fell in love with you, Blake."

There is a silence. I am at loss of words. Suddenly, I don't know how to speak. My tongue won't work.

Adam doesn't wait for an answer. He leans over me and kisses me. I don't want to struggle, but at the same time, I do. I just simply stay put.

I want to ask him, were you always this way? It took you all these years to change?

I suddenly remember when I met him for the first time. I was only nine, and he was twelve. All I did was make signs for protest and read books.

I once carried my heavy pile of books I stole from the store and read them all, under a tree on a breezy spring day. There was a playground next to me where the other children faunus were playing. I never played with them. I hated wasting my time.

Then he approached me. Out of all the other female faunus, whom were more talkative and bright and beautiful, he chose me.

At first, I didn't want anything to do with him. But when he offered me bread, I looked at my bony body and was forced to accept his kindness.

Adam always talked to me. At that time, he never wore a mask. He hated masks. His eyes were so beautiful, and his hair was a deep scarlet that was nicely combed back. His voice was so soft and so sweet; no wonder why all the female faunus liked him.

Whenever we met under that tree, he'd always have bread, or fish, or cheese with him. His family wasn't rich, but they had a wheat farm where they'd grow wheat and turn it into these warm, rich loaves.

"Do you have any siblings?" he asked me one day.

"No, I don't have a family."

"So there's nobody in your life that you love?"

It took me a while to answer that. Finally, I shook my head. "Nobody. I don't love anybody."

He took my hand. At this time, he just turned fourteen and I was eleven. "Do you love me?"

I never understood love at that time. I didn't know the true meaning. To be honest, I still don't think I know love. So all I did was stay silent. He didn't let go of my hand. All we did was sit under the tree, hand in hand, staring at the beautiful sunset.

Before I know it, he and I are on the silky sheets of the bed. We just finished our "session", and I find myself almost naked- all I have on is a white shirt and my underwear. So much time went by and all I did was daydream, I laugh to myself.

I don't know what Adam is wearing because my back is pressed to his stomach. But he feels… slightly bare. And his hand is slowly creeping up my shirt.

"Adam," I say. "How long have we been here?"

"In this room?" He sounds a bit groggy. "Well, all night."

I look at the clock. It's 2 o'clock in the morning. I sigh. "Adam, did we…?"

"No we didn't." he responds almost immediately. He presses his lips onto my shoulder, sending a small chill through my body. "Don't worry about it. I announced, tomorrow is break day. So you don't have to wake up at six 'o'clock in the morning as you normally do." Adam snuggles into me a bit.

"Adam. Don't squeeze too hard."
He groans a bit, and releases me. Shifting my position in the bed, I turn around so that we're facing each other. The moment my eyes adjust to his face, he leans over to plant his lips on mine. Again, I don't know why my heart still beats fast when he does something like this. I think it's mostly because I never knew his soft side.

He continues to kiss me. "Adam," I say in between kisses. I realize I'm running out of breath. My heart beats faster. "A...Adam…"

I finally gather myself to push him away. It's pretty dark in the room, so I can't see his face expression. "Adam. I need to ask you something."

Adam sighs a bit, and says gruffly, "Alright then. Ask."

"Were you always like this?" I question him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, did you always have a soft side like this?"

"Well… I…" He seems to have a hard time opening up. In an attempt to get him to soften up a bit more, I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his. "Tell me."

"When I was young, my father would beat me. He beat me till my bones cracked, till there were scars all over my body. There was this one time when he hit me so hard in the back of the head that I got amnesia. After coming back from the hospital, I met you.

"Before meeting you, I was a bitter and quiet boy. But after coming back from the hospital and remembering so little, I forgot all about the hell I went through. After getting to know you, I fell in love with you instantly. But as the years passed, I began to remember again… and it all went downhill from there."

I don't comment. I remember when Adam and I grew up, and he invited me to join the White Fang. His life and the way he talked became darker and darker, and once he got promoted to leader, we almost acted like strangers. We drifted apart. But now… why would he do this now?

"Why would you do this now?" I ask him.

"I don't know. It's just… impulse. I had to find a right time. All those nights, after you fell asleep, all I could do was watch you. I missed speaking to you."

For a brief, fragile moment, he looks sad and distant. If we never… kissed each other tonight, I wouldn't have cared. But now… I miss the feel of his lips against mine.

As I lean towards him to kiss him, I savor every second and kiss him as if it was our last day together. Our lips stay together for quite a while, setting my heart back on a fast pace again.

He slowly runs a hand up my white shirt. I squirm a bit, but I give into his warmth, sighing between kisses. He gets on top of me and pins my hands over my head, so I can't snap back into reality and push him away again.

"Do you love me, Blake?" he asks in between kisses. I sigh, because it feels so sweet.

"Yes," I respond. "I love you, Adam."