Author's Note: Okay, I know I've promise the St. Patrick's Day chapter, and rest assured, it is complete (I'm just holding onto it to release on the actual holiday) but in the meantime, I just thought this might be fun, so I hope that you enjoy.

"Let's see… That's Russell Thrush, Dove Bronzewing… Jaune…." Weiss huffed with resigned exhaustion, turning to Blake, who presently held the appallingly lengthy list, "How many are left after that?"

"Three hundred seventy-two,"

Weiss' eyebrow twitched, "That can't be right,"

"I'm afraid it is," Blake answered calmly, "And we've only got eight hours left to get this done,"

"Remind me again why we're doing this?"

"You're doing this because all of these people gave you chocolate on Valentine's day, and you blew them off," Blake corrected, "I'm doing this to make sure you show each and every single, solitary, lonesome disappointed one of them the proper courtesy this time around."

Today was White Day, so Blake had informed Weiss when she'd woken up this morning, and then went on to explain that, on White Day, it was customary for anyone who had received chocolate or other such gifts on Valentine's day to give a gift in turn to their admirers from the previous month. Blake had further enumerated that this was self-evident to everyone else, and that generally most people would secure their gifts in advance, and give them at the earliest opportunity, and until that morning, she'd thought that Weiss would've known. Mortified at this gap in her knowledge of a holiday after which she was practically named, Weiss had scrambled out of bed and dressed before begging Blake's help. It had been at that point that, a smirk on her face, Blake produced a list of names typed on a quite depressingly lengthy piece of paper announcing that printed upon it were the names of each and every last love-struck and heartbroken admirer who'd given the heiress chocolate on Valentine's day.

At actually seeing the list however, Weiss' resolve had ebbed, and she'd tried to come up with excuses like: "But I don't like any of them!" or: "Nobody actually gave Me the chocolate! They just shoved it into my locker without asking!" Despite the Heiress's protestations about invasions of privacy and other such rationalizations, Blake had simply shook her head saying: "I don't make the rules, Weiss,"

So it was that Weiss had dragged Blake along with her to the first airship departing Beacon for Vale, entered the first candy shop that she could find, buying out the entire inventory, as well as those of the next three in a panic, lest her failure to reciprocate on this occasion damage her or her family's reputation. It was only at the point when Blake found herself obliged to carry approximately two metric tons of chocolates and other assorted sweets that the thought crossed her mind that this might not quite be worth it, but with a shake of the head, the Faunus dismissed the thought the first time she got to watch Weiss bow awkwardly and hand chocolates to a total stranger solely because their name was on Blake's list.

Diligent as she was, Blake had ensured that, joke though this was, none of the names on her list belonged to people that hadn't actually attempted to give the Heiress chocolate; this however, was a consideration born not so much out of honesty as of the possibility that having Weiss approach anyone else could result in a premature end of the joke, but then, joke though this was, it was also revenge; the small mountain of chocolate which the heiress had pawned off on Yang had meant that Blake hadn't gotten the chance to give the Blonde her own gift. Thus, Blake liked to thing that she was exacting penance from the dismissive heiress, both for her own benefit and that of all the people who'd worked up the courage to get predictably spurned a month ago. Admittedly though, after six hours… the joke was starting to wear thin, and she'd long since lost feeling in her arms.

"We don't have to…"

"No!" Weiss proclaimed, a crazed look in her eye, "This damned holiday will NOT BEAT ME!"

"Okay then…" Blake sighed, adjusting the load in her numb arms and concluding that this probably wasn't the best time to tell Weiss that White day was, in all actuality, more a commercial cash-grab than anything else on the part of confectionary companies with very effective marketing departments, rather like Valentine's day… but with less history… Indeed telling Weiss as much after having come this far definitely wasn't a good idea, and judging by the look on the heiress' face as she pinned the next victim on the list to his locker and jammed a box of chocolates into his solar plexus… It probably wasn't safe either…

Ruby was heading down the hall, having recently returned from the campus convenience store despondent in the knowledge that there would be no cookies available until the next shipment arrived. It was truly awful; she'd been looking forward to buying those cookies all day. As she melancholically ambled along her way back to the dorm room, Ruby imagined the way that the perfectly baked chocolate chip cookies would taste; how they'd be sweet, with just the right concentration of chocolate chips, how they'd still be soft, maybe even warm if she got their fast enough… It would be absolutely dreamy…

"Come now Blake! Who's next?"

Speaking of dreamy…

"Um…" a visibly exhausted Blake trailed behind Weiss carrying an impressively large armload of sweets, "Let's see…"

Before Blake could answer the question though, Weiss' attention snapped Ruby's way, and her heart skipped a beat, "Ruby Rose!"

Oh my gosh! Are those for me? Is she…"

"I have something to give you…"

A hug? A kiss? Wait, don't' tell me… Ruby's eyes went wide, her desire for the cookies forgotten.

Sadly, Ruby's hypoglycemic delusions were interrupted as Weiss took a single item – a box of really fancy cookies by happy coincidence – and shove it into Ruby's hands, "Happy White Day, Blake, who's next?"

"Um… White Day?" but Weiss had dragged her bow-wearing pack mule away before Ruby had even asked the question, so she just shrugged an opened the cookies; a confusing episode perhaps, but at least she didn't have to wait two hours for her fix now.

11:30 PM…

"How… How many was that? Are we…. Are we almost…?"

Blake set down the now considerably reduced basket of sweets and checked her list, her body shaking with exhaustion, "Y-yeah… just… just fifty more…" Blake's arms went slack; this had been fun when they'd started, but now… It just wasn't worth it… "We could just… just hand out the rest tomorrow?"

"NO!" Weiss exploded, breathing heavily and shaking with rage, "I am the heiress of the SCHNEE DUST COMPANY, damn it! Business, much like this holiday, is founded upon give and take! Reciprocity Blake! The compensation for goods or services rendered!" Weiss paused for a few ragged breaths, chest heaving and eyes bloodshot, "How can I let it be thought that Weiss Schnee, of ALL PEOPLE, doesn't respect that principle! The company would be ruined! It'd be like dragging the family name and Grandfather's legacy THEROUGH THE MUD! And if the company goes down because I was so incompetent, who'll mine the Dust? Civilization as we know it will be laid bare before the Grimm Hordes and Humanity will come to a horrible, horrible END!" Weiss was seething now, facial features twitching madly as she made no effort to suppress the similar manic twitching in her hands, but then continued with a frighteningly flat voice, "So no, Blake, this cannot wait until tomorrow…"

No, Blake had taken this much too far to come clean now… Not if she valued her life…

"Hey Blake!" Yang burst into the room, returning from a late-night gym session, "Did you hear this crazy rumor that Weiss is going around throwing candy at…"

"It's not a rumor…"

"Oh my God, you look like hell!" Yang exclaimed, "What happened?"

Blake's mind raced for a possible explanation that would satisfy Yang and spare her own life, but Weiss spoke first, "I… I didn't know today was White Day, so Blake was most generously assisting me in the conduct of Operation Reciprocity,"

"Operation…?" Yang cocked her head, and Blake braced herself, "Wait… What the hell is White Day?"

Weiss blinked once.

"Well you see, Yang…" Blake feebly tried to play damage control, but an entire day of hauling candy up from Vale and all over Beacon had sapped her strength and dulled her wits as no battle ever could have, "It's like this…"

"Weiss Schnee blinked a second time, and then turned to Blake.

"It is White Day…"

Weiss Schnee blinked a third and final time.

"So maybe it's not really a Vale thing but… Doesn't it feel good to return all those favors…?"

What followed was the most genuine, heartfelt, and sincere act of violently passionate reciprocity to transpire that day.

Roman Torchwick leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk. It had been a long day of swindling, calling in favors, and smoking his favorite cigars; truly, it had been a rough day indeed. Yes, it was tough to be Vale's most notorious and successful crime lord, but it was nonetheless that he found himself wearing a self-satisfied smirk on this most amusing of occasions.

"Any minute now…"

As if on cue, there came a short, one might say timid, knock on the door.

"You can come right on in, Hot Stuff," The door opened, and there in the threshold did indeed stand Cinder Fall, but rather than the fireball that was her preferred intimidation tactic she held… a teddy bear, "Aww… Is that for me?" He asked with disingenuous surprise.

Still forcing her usual scowl, it was nevertheless somewhat gingerly that she offered him the adorably fluffy little brown bear with sparkling eyes, "D-don't get too full of yourself Roman, this is just in exchange for the one you gave me last month!"

"It even matches," He grinned.

"T-that's ridiculous! A total c-coincidence!"

"Of course, Hot Stuff," His wicked smile broadened, "It's just an exchange,"

"Yes; just good business…" Cinder looked away, face reddening to match her dress, "Just remember Roman, you're just a tool; I can replace you at any time," She turned to leave.

"Whatever you like Babe," Roman called after her, "See you tomorrow; maybe we can do dinner?"

"Y-, I mean-!"

"See you tomorrow," Torchwick's grin persisted broader than ever as a very flustered Cinder Fall stormed out, "Best twenty Lien I ever spent,"

Author's Note: Okay, so admittedly White Day is more of a Japanese thing, but as an Anime nut, I didn't want to pass up on this opportunity. Admittedly, I may have taken a few liberties with the manner in which the day is celebrated (generally it's a case of boys who received chocolate buying gifts for the girls who got them the chocolate on Valentine's Day, if I understand correctly) but I hope that it was nonetheless amusing; you'll have to tell me – Reviews are always welcome.