Author's note: I want to answer a question about the B in team RWBY. It's an OC of mine. I don't like to insert my OC's in my stories because it bothers me. But regarding this story, I didn't want to put a character from JNPR into the team because then I'd be short a person for them. Their name is Baron. I'll only be mentioning him in my story a couple of times. I won't ever make him show up, unless you guys really want me to. I try to stay away from OC insertions.
Another thing I want to discuss with you guys. It seems I didn't imply it enough. Which I'm pretty sure if I re-read my first chapter I would have fixed it, but the reason why Blake was able to walk out the doors without chains, guards or anything to keep her from running, was the fact that Yang was a well known huntress. The guards could see that if Blake tried to run Yang would be sure to stop her. And Blake, after hearing that from the guards, Decided against any thoughts of running.
Any other questions that have been asked and I haven't answered is because they will be explained as the story continues. I hope you all find some enlightenment in these explanations. And I hope that you all enjoy this next chapter!
Blake awoke early in the morning. The small little window in her room, letting her know that it was just the beginnings of dawn. She sits up in her bed, stretching out her limbs and looks around. 'That's right. Some Huntress bought me yesterday.' Blake stands up and walks over to her small wash area. She picks up a bar of soap and looks over at the shampoo and conditioner that was conveniently left for her to use. 'This master is a nicer than the others I have experienced.'
The Faunas washes up and starts to re-make her bed. Without her master coming to give her orders, she wasn't allowed to leave the room. It would result in punishment should she attempt to leave. Blake wasn't fond of the rules, but she also played the role of a good slave until at least two months time with the human. Most humans tend to reward good behavior, but only to an extent. Blake wanted to know how much she could get out of the huntress before she grew bored of her.
She didn't know how long she waited in her room for. It seemed like ages before a familiar set of footsteps could be heard from the room above her own. Blake's cat ears twitch and flicker at every sound that they picked up from the woman above her. The sound of water running indicated that the huntress was taking a shower.
A jolt of jealousy shot through the Faunas' nerves and her hands clenched up into fists. Blake missed the feel of hot water cascading down her body. The feel of actually getting clean and now she had to listen to this human girl take one. The beginnings of anger slowly start to make it's way up to the forefront of Blake's mind. The Faunas closes her eyes and takes a beep breath and slowly lets it back out.
'Breath in, breath out.' Blake repeats to herself until she finally was able to look like her normal expressionless self again. Her ears flick up as they hear the door to her masters room open and then close. Blake had been so caught up in her own anger and jealousy that she completely missed out on the rest of the woman's morning routine.
Blake half expected the huntress to barge right into her room, instead – much to her amazement – A soft knock came through the door. The faunas had no idea what the hell was going on. So, she decided to play the master role for this part. "Come in."
The Blonde huntress didn't really come in. She just opened the door and then leaned up against the door frame. Her lilac gaze studying Blake. It almost seemed like she could see right through her. That's when Blake noticed the uncertainty in her eyes. Once again Blake got the feeling that this woman had no idea what she was supposed to do with Blake.
Then she finally spoke. "I need you to clean the house. At your own pace, of course. I have a hunt I have to attend to."
Blake tilts her head at the girl. Yang, she recalls hearing her name from one of the guards yesterday. "of course, mistress." Blake replies, taking a silent note at the way Yang looked uncomfortable after hearing the title that Blake used on her. The Faunas, now just assume that the huntress had bought her just to fit in with her peers, decided that she wold have some fun. "And how would you like me to clean the house? With my hands and some dish soap? It won't be very effect but I'd be willing to give it a shot." The sarcasm just rolling of her tongue like whip rolls out to straighten as it uncoils to collide with bare flesh.
The huntress was physically taken aback by the Faunas' comment. Obviously not expecting Blake to talk to her like that. Her eyes narrow a little before lightening up again. "Follow me."
She did not have to ask twice. Blake was getting tired of that room. A new scenery was going to be nice, maybe it would look less like a prison. And she was right. Everything was was so bright, so normal. The hard wood floors, to the way that the Blonde had decorated the house. Everything seemed so, relaxing. Like it was made to make a person calm down and not let emotions get the best of them.
Yang had lead the Faunas to a closet next to the kitchen where she keeps all the cleaning supplies. Again, it surprised Blake how much cleaning supplies the woman had. As if she was reading Blake's mind, Yang answers her unspoken question. "I'm normally the only one in this house, so I had to keep it clean myself. I like being prepared for anything." She shrugs, "Whatever you think you'll need to clean something, it should be in this closet. If it isn't then I'll go get it for you next time I'm in town. Just let me know." Blake watched as Yang's steady gaze slid over to the oven and the time. She lets out a sigh, "I have to go now. I'll be back in a few hours. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen for lunch. Just try not to go overboard. Alright?" Without so much of an answer from Blake, the Blonde walks to the front door, grabbing her trench cost off from the Jacket hanger, she walks out the front door leaving the Faunas alone in the house.
Blake was Alone. She was never, EVER, left alone in any of the houses before. There was always supposed to be someone here to keep an eye on her. Just in case she got the guts to run for it. The thought crosses her mind. With the huntress gone, she could probably put quite a distance before she was getting hunted down by her or the slave hunters. Though without aura she wouldn't get very far.
She lets out a sigh and starts to grab what she thinks she'll need for the time being. 'Might as well begin.'
Blake was trapped inside a rectangular cage, surrounded by dozens of humans – much to her distress – who are holding up wads of cash and yelling on the top of their lungs. There was a few other humans dressed up more like bodyguards, making sure that non of the others would get to close to the cage.
Anger, despair, sadness, and anxiety. That was what the Faunas was feeling all at once. The anger winning over all of them, she lashed out at one of the guards. Her nails scratching his cheek. The sound of him yelping in pain caused the crowd to stop. A small smile forming it's way on her lips. Then there was a sharp pain on the back of her head and the world went swimming.
When her vision came back, she was chained up against a wall, her upper body on complete display for all those worthless humans to see. She would have felt exposed and embarrassed if it wasn't for all the looks of anger and disgust on their faces. Blake stared back at them with a cold, dead stare. Her cat ears reacted to the sound of leather hitting the floor behind her and she knew.
She knew before the first strike slid across her back and her face contorted in pain. Yet she still did not give any of them the satisfaction of crying out. She was a proud member of the White Fang! The right hand to the leader! She would not let these humans see any weakness come from her.
Another swish, another smack to her back and she felt the water in her eyes start to build up. Blake swallowed them back, she would not show any of them weakness.
Again, there was a swish, a smack. And Again. And again.
At some point her head had hung down as she stared at the floor. Pain radiating through her back. Once in awhile her muscles would twitch involuntary, causing another rush of pain. Her ears flickered at the sound of one of the humans talking. "Ha! Not so tough now, aren't ya, you stupid animal."
Blake slowly lifted her head and stared out into the crowd with the same look she had given them before the whip made contact. There was no tears. No signs of her being in pain, despite the pain through her back. Her eyes made contact with the one who had said that. And she felt her give him the most sadistic evil smile she could muster. She watched as all the humans took a step back in fear. Trying to distance themselves from the monster that was chained in front of them.
Again, her ears flickered at the sound of the whip hitting the floor before it was lifted up again. This time, the man who was in control of the damned device spoke. "Looks like the kitty needs another lesson." her eyes settled back out into the crowd where she say a flash of gold*. Her eyes widen at the familiarity and she opens her mouth to scream out to it, but just then the whip made contact with her back again.
Blake slowly opens her eyes. She saw the ceiling fan of the living room first. Then her other senses came into play. She lets out a yawn as she sits up from the couch. The last thing she remembered was that it had hit noon. She had cleaned most of the house and the living room was all that was left, but then she felt the nice heat radiating from the sun that was coming in from windows and she suddenly felt sleepy. The Faunas must have decided to take a nap on the couch.
She covers her eyes with her hands and lets a sigh slip from her mouth. Again she dreamed of that gold menace. The thing that had condemned her life to this. She hadn't had dreams like this in years. The Faunas had thought that she had gotten over it, but with the return of the events from her pass, the return of the one thing that haunts her, told her that she was far from over it.
She grits her teeth in anger, about to just let it explode, until she smells a nice scent coming from the kitchen. It wafted through the house. Food. Her stomach growled and she looked up at this hand clock up on the wall behind the couch. Her eyes widen when she sees that it is now five o'clock in the afternoon. The huntress should be back by now and she had fallen asleep on the job!
Blake springs up from the couch and dashes into the kitchen. Her fears are confirmed when she sees the beautiful gold mane of her current master, standing behind the stove with a skillet bot cooking some food. In the back of her mind she had noticed the Blonde had made enough food for two people. Right now she is more worried about what her master was going to do to her.
The Huntress didn't even turn around to the presence of the girl. "Hello there sleeping beauty!" Her voice is high and chipper. Happy even though Blake was sleeping on her couch. "Did you have a nice cat nap?" And the huntress giggled to herself. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."
Blake's ears twitch and she frowned. 'Was that... Was that a pun?' she thinks to herself. The Faunas shakes her head, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I'll finish cleaning the house immediately."
That made the Blonde stop and look at Blake. Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "The house is cleaned. Actually really clean." She rubs the back of her head and gives Blake a million-watt smile, "It's almost TOO clean if I was being honest with you. What did you do, get on your hands and knees and just start scrubbing everything like Cinderella?"
Blake blinks slowly at her, giving the woman her dead-span stare. "That is what you asked for. You said to clean the house."
The Huntress' mouth hung open for a few moments before she collected herself and turned back tot he food she was making. "I didn't mean to go over board with it." She mumbles, probably thinking that Blake couldn't hear her but her cat ears helped her out with that. "A simple dusting would have been enough to make me happy." She continues to mumble. Then the Blonde turns off the stove, searching the cabinets for some plates. Blake noticed how unorganized the kitchen is and she suddenly really wanted to fix that.
After she had found some plates for the both of them she serves Blake some stir fry. It wasn't much but her stomach isn't one to be picky at the moment, so without Yang having to tell her to eat, Blake sits down at the table and digs in. At the back of her mind she knew that she looks like a pig scarfing down the food, but she just doesn't care.
The Blonde decides to sit across from her and slowly eats her own food as she watches Blake curiously. "They... Didn't feed you much?"
The Faunas pauses in devouring her food and looks straight into those curious lilac eyes. Something about those eyes seemed really familiar but she couldn't place it. "No." One word. She isn't inclined to give a full explanation about those slave camps. Nor did she really want to.
The woman hums in understanding, taking a bite of her food. "So, What is your name?"
Blake's head tilts to the side, which causes the Blonde to quickly look away from her. Did she see a hint of red on the Huntress' cheeks? No, it was just her imagination. "You should know my name. They wouldn't just give you a random slave. Even if they did, they wouldn't have given me to you. I'm a very specific... Faunas."
"Yeah, I know. But maybe I just want to hear you say your name. Like a real introduction." The Blonde looks straight at her. Again, Blake feels some anger returning to her. This isn't how humans are supposed to act towards her kind. They are supposed to be degrading. She was supposed to beat her for falling asleep while she was supposed to be cleaning the house. This... This Blonde demon was doing everything wrong!
Blake swallows her anger, "Blake Belladonna."
The Huntress smiles at her, "Yang Xiao Long."
"I know."
Yang's eyebrows shoot up, "You know?"
"I over heard one of the guards talking about you when we were leaving. I was curious on why they weren't helping escort me back to your place." Blake shrugs.
That is when Yang's gaze fixes on her cat ears. "Oh." It would seem that she completely forgot about them. What is wrong with this human?
Having finished with her food, Blake stands up from the table, grabbing her plate and placing it in the sink. "If you'll excuse me, I would like to finish the order you gave me this morning."
Yang looks as if she wants to say something but just nods her head and continues to eat. It seems like she finally remembers exactly where their social status is at. Blake turns and walks back into the living room, bent on getting this done and then she was going to organize that damn Kitchen.
Author's note: Okay, I may or may not really like this idea. And I may or may not already have some of these chapters already written. I'm going to be updating Brawler's Den next though, so be prepared for that. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Leave a review and I'll see you guys next time!
* ← I had forgotten to mention the gold flashes and stuff in the first chapter. It very significant in my story. I went back and added it in the first chapter. I just wanted you guys to know.