As per request, I tried to write a longer chapter. Tell me what you think!
After speaking with the police about what had happened earlier, Blake was permitted to return to Beacon's grounds, so long as she was accompanied by a police officer or similar guard while traveling in open space. After being escorted to the dormitory building, she thanked the officer, and headed to her dorm for the first time since arriving. As she approached the door, she could hear scuffling inside.
'That's odd. I wasn't aware that I was going to have a roommate.'
Blake inserted her key, and opened the door quietly. The girl sitting on the bed snapped her head to look at the intruder, before realizing it was her new partner. Blake widened her eyes, when when realized that her roommate for the next four years was none other than the girl who had saved her life.
"Hey, you're that girl that was being shot at! Are you OK?" The blond haired girl queried.
"Yes. I… I'm fine. Are you my partner?" Blake asked in turn.
"Yup! I was told to move my things here after what happened earlier! Neat coincidence, huh?"
'I don't think this was a coincidence.' Blake mused internally.
"I'm glad to meet you formally. My name's Blake Belladonna." Blake extended her hand.
"Yang Xiao Long, at your service!" Yang practically shouted as she shook Blake's hand furiously.
"You know, I think this could be a pun-derful partnership!" Yang quipped, grinning maniacally, while Blake groaned.
'So that's how she's going to be...'
"-ck you, Torchwick. We didn't need those casualties on our hands! All we wanted was the girl out of the picture! Not 400 people dead!"
Torchwick was in a video call with a very, very upset White Fang leader. And if he wanted to keep his life intact, he was going to have to do some fast talking.
"Look, there was Schnee cargo on the plane, and we both have a mutual interest in dragging them down. Their profits will be down for the next two months, at least!" Torchwick pleaded.
"You have to understand! I didn't want those people dead, but it was necessary! Beside, no one will ever trace it back to you! We left no evidence!"
"... Is that so?"
"Yes! We eliminated everything pointing to the White Fang! It's all clear! We're good, really!" Torchwick ranted, hoping that he would survive the call.
"Then what about THE SURVIVOR?!" The figurehead screamed at the gangster.
"...I beg your pardon? No one could have lived through the blast, or the drop! It was calculated to a T- we even removed the parachutes!"
"Then why do we have a Mr. Jaune Arc, still quite alive, and locked in the basement?"
"Eh… Um… I…" Torchwick realized that the jig was up. The leader had found the boy, as hard as Torchwick had tried to hide him.
"Look, we tied him up, the kid won't be able to move!" Torchwick rationalized.
"What are you not telling me?"
"...?" Torchwick was confused by the question.
"What do you mean?"
"You clearly have no issue with killing innocent people, so why is he still alive? What's so special about him that you haven't killed him?!"
Torchwick nervously adjusted his collar and cleared his throat.
"Ahem, well, you see, we can't really kill him." Torchwick mumbled.
"The hell does that mean? Put a gun to his head, and pull the trigger! How hard can it be?!"
"We've tried that." Torchwick hazarded to say.
"HOW IN REMNANT TO DO YOU FAIL TO KILL SOMEONE BY SHOOTING THEM IN THE HEAD?!" The leader screamed at Torchwick.
"See for yourself." Torchwick picked up the scroll he was chatting with the leader on, and walked to the basement.
"What do you want now?" Jaune weakly asked.
"We both know you can't kill me, and I don't have anything to tell you! Please, just let me go!"
"We cannot do that Mr. Arc. You now know who caused the explosion, and we can't let you leave here with that knowledge." The leader replied through the scroll.
Torchwick sighed, and picked up the pistol set next to Jaune.
"I'm sorry Jauney-boy, but I have to show the boss-man what you can do."
Jaune winced, and braced himself for what was coming. There was a gunshot, a scream, and then a blinding flash of light.
"So, do'ya know why that guy wanted to kill you?" Yang inquired, through a mouth full of potato chips.
Yang was done unpacking at this point, aside from the things that she would wait until Blake was gone, so she could hide them in the room somewhere. Blake was just finishing stocking her bookshelf, and admired the work they had done. On Blake's side, she had two fully stocked bookshelves, and a secret one attached to the bottom of the bed, for the novels she'd rather not be seen reading. She had gotten some new sheets for the bed, which was now covered in various black and purple sheets and blankets and pillows. Yang, on the other hand, had set up a mini-fridge, and a nightstand. She had covered the majority of her side of the room with posters, of various bands, scantily-clad girls, and motorcycles. Blake noticed Yang's choices in entertainment, some of which lead her to the belief that Yang may be gay, but she chose to leave that particular conversation alone, until a better time.
"No, I don't. It may have just been another random act of violence, by another random maladjusted psychopath with nothing better to do then inflict his pain on those around him."
"Uh-huh. I think I understand most of what you just said. Love your bow, by the way. It looks great on you."
Blake stopped what she was doing, and looked at Yang.
"Thank you. It's not often I get compliments about my bow." Internally, Blake was trying to keep tears down, as this was just another reminder that she was keeping her heritage a secret, even from those close to her, all so that she could be 'normal'.
"Say roomie, you want to go somewhere? I'm starting to get cramped, being stuck in this room." Yang complained.
Blake happy to get off the subject or her bow, agreed.
"Where are you planning on going?' Blake asked.
"...Uh…" Was Yang's only response.
Blake sighed, and prepared to go out.
"I KNOW!" Yang shouted, startling Blake.
"There's an amazing lazer tag place downtown I've heard about- I could probably get my sister to come too!"
Blake put down the dress she was holding, and picked up a t-shirt instead.
"That sounds nice."
And so, they prepared to go out.
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