Hazing Black 2 ; Madness within Beauty
Within the fall of peaceful night, Blake could not help but become restless during the sleeping hour. Each time she were to attempt dreaming, all she could see was the invasion of Vale, the white fang attacking, and even worse the injury of her dear friend Yang. The ebony cat sat up from bed to get more insight of the home she's staying in. She wanted to know more of this Heart character since she is resting within his residence. With the silent scraping of the door among the floor board, she walked out to explore more within the halls. It may be spacious, but it still had the interior that was more traditional in older times. Upon roaming, she noticed most rooms never had a door. Blake was letting more of her mind take in more of his home as she wandered in silently.
The walls were cluttered with swords neatly stacked within their sheaths, as well along with a small table with pillows surrounding it. "I suppose he prefers old school." Blake whispered as she walked around the room with fingers running along the open space of the wall. There was something that did capture her eye. A shelf that held framed pictures captivate her as she moved her attention towards them. "Maybe this will tell me more." She picked up one of the frames to scan to get more of a story from him.
The first photo was of him sitting with a girl that looked like her, however her hair was straightened and trimmed with simple style. Blake soon took the picture out of the frame for a brief moment to find something onto the back. All that was there was a date and a name. "Chesire Sayla?" She whispered as she tucked the picture back into the frame to move to the next. The second frame held a picture of Heart with three others, three humans to be exact.
A woman with silver hair sat next to Heart as well as another smiling, posing with shield up triumphantly as well as hand on her hip. The last was a male, his hands tucked away in his pockets having a cold expression. Blake soon looked to the next, which happen to shock her. The final picture was of him though he appeared younger, standing next to a young Adam Taurus. "He knew Adam?" She looked down with a multitude of thoughts racing and colliding with each other. She sets the photo down to continue roaming around the blackened living room. Her night vision proved useful at the moment until her foot hits a table leg. Being only bare, she refrained from yelping, however she was forced to got the the nearest seat to comfort her pained toes.
As she relieves the pain, she looked at the table and noticed a book that lied in the open away from the others within the shelf. A curious hum buzzed between her sealed lips as she reached out and took hold. She soon got up to return to her room silently, hoping that Heart didn't wake to the noise.
Blake entered her room, closing the door as she leaned onto it with book pressed onto her chest. Her eyes soften to the cover as the title of the book was labeled Trace of Memory. She waltz to her bed to lay back down, lighting a candle to prepare her reading.
She opened the begining where she saw a photo taped onto the other side of him and that girl that looked like her. Along the photo was a small message that she read aloud. "I'll be your night as your smile shines like the moon, I may be reckless, but I'll remain your loving sister. Love Sayla." She discovered that he has a little sister that would appear to be on a journey on her own. What journey would that be? That question is for later discussion. The night was driven to late morning, she remained awake as she skimmed through the pages. Her eyes were growing heavy, however they formed sadly as the last page came to an end. The sun peaked through the curtains which signaled her as a new morning as well as causing her to scurry back to the living room to placed the book back in it's original spot.
As she placed the book back to where it belonged, she ran back to her room swiftly, closing the door behind her. Her heart raced with pumping pulses, her mind with more about his past as well as her concern. It was exhausting, but she dared not ponder on it now as she was to get rest now. Blake walked to the bed and laid with eyes finally shutting for her to sleep.
Her mind was at ease, she dreamed of twin roads. One leading to a destroyed beacon as well as one shrouded within a violet haze. Blake felt the most uneased tension within her as the air was mute with the cawing of small nevermores. A voice rang out, being the utmost familiar. "Blake?" She heard her name as she turned, seeing Yang bandaged and stumbling. Her eyes welled with grief and nawing sorrow. "Yang...?" She responded. Before Yang could speak, a stern voice of brutal familiarity rang out. "Hello darling."
Fear had shook her as she turned to see her former partner Adam walking up with blade out. He grinned as something nudged her, something giving her courage like before. "Will you run?" Adam asked as he taunted, now being behind her. He made steps toward Yang. "No...Adam..." She pleaded for him to stop, but it was nothing more than silence to his ears.
As he prepared to end her burning comrade, she lunged at him from behind with gambol shroud piercing his chest. Blood was soon spilt of the monster that only was her partner. "W-Why...must you...hurt me.?" He spoke his last words as of now his body breaks to black petals and gastly smoke. She did what she had to do, protect her teammate. As she stared up to Yang, she noticed something off. A smile on Yangs face with the gaze of a pleasurable delight. Why was Yang smiling? It wasn't like her to smile at death of someone in the wrong. Just then, there was laughing behind her. She didn't know who but as she turned she was a figure dressed in a coat as well as a mask of chesire. "Who are you?" Blake demanded to know the masked one, even though she was afraid knowing it was only a dream. The figure soon removed the mask, revealing that it was Blake herself, only she was smiling eerily. She stared in horror as she realized she killed someone and saw that her own reflection was enjoying it.
Her copy chuckled as it built up to a laugh. Black smoke emits of of her as Blake stepped back, only to fall of an edge. She heard herself laughing as soon as she saw the bottom. The mark of Chesire, the mouth soon devouring her which snapped her awake.
A gasp was lodged within her throat as she exhaled the trapped breath. Once again with heart pounding ache, she noticed the room she was in. The dark haired huntress soon shed tears as to remembering her injured comrade, feeling that the blame was on her. She hushed her name in concerning words that slipped from her voice. If only she could turn back time, but this is the reality she faces.
She gets out of bed to walk out, smelling something sweet that filled the halls. She couldn't help but follow, suprisingly that sweet scent delivered her to the kitchen. Heart was in the room as well, prepping a meal. His ear twitched as he heard her stepped into the room, turning his attention away. "Did you sleep well?" He asked as he arranged the dishes of neatly stacked sushi and other delicacies. Blake nodded to him silently as she made her way further in. A captivating smell of fish hypnotized her. All of it being Tempura, Sashimi, Capelin, and above all, her favorite fish, Tuna. Her stomach began to growl, her tongue begging to grasp the flavor. She blushed at the fact that the food caught her onto her Hunger. He smiled at her as he pulled a chair out for her. "No need to hide your empty stomach." Heart said with smile that was pleasent and inviting. She walked over to the seat that was gestured to her, sitting as the the spread in front her lulls her. She took nearly all the tuna instead of trying the others. Heart smiled as he sat happily with his white chocolate strawberry tiramisu.
Her plate was nothing but tuna and rice as she ate, which brought a smile upon his face. He was amazed that she prefers tuna over the other types of fish laid out. Dinner went well as the two looked at each other. "That was great, thank you." Blake gave a gentle smile as he nodded, smiling in return. Heart stood and collected the dishes, stacking them as he carried them to the sink. "Do you need help?" She asked as she stood as well. Heart soon responded "No it's alright, you should rest."
Blake didn't want to appear to be a freeloader, even if she's injured. She took it upon herself to help anyway. Heart sighed and smiled at her as they both worked together on the dishes. In time she would ask questions, thoug all it would do was make him see her as a meddler or even some type of spy. She wanted to see him this way, the way he was as he was kind, gentle, and very hospitible toward her.
They managed to finish the dishes. Heart smiled in delight at her as she smiled back. "That takes care of that, now then, back to bed with you." He said as he walked her back to her room. She couldn't help but allow him to do so, seeing as she has yet to fully recover. As they walked, then stepped passed the living room where Blake discovered something on the table. The female felines eyes peered to the surface where she saw her weapon Gambol Shroud lying still in the open. "My weapon..." She stopped to see her on weapon was there. Heart himself stood with no surpise, he just smiled at her. "I've polished and sharpened the blade." The announcement caught her off guard. Not only he cared for her, he refined and tended to her weapon. All she could do now is question the very moment. "But why?" Heart smiled as he smiled hearing that, turning to walk away. "I want to train you to let your heart be one with your instincts." He said as he left the room. A whirl of questions spun within her mind, she picked up Gambol as she went back to her room. The male went to his room and followed a path to a desk that had thread and fabric. "I hope she likes it, her current clothes are reek of blood still." He glanced over to a white coat laying onto the next table that he made.
The day soon dimmed as the moon rises to greet the upcoming dreams of Blake while Heart preps new clothing for her, awaiting the day the training will begin.