Amber orbs gazed upwards onto the sky that lacked the sun. She held her gaze towards the seemingly endless black dotted with infinite stars and one shattered moon.

She didn't count the stars, she'd never does. She only looked at them one by one, admiring what made them all individually special.

There was always something special about them.

Blake had always loved seeing them, especially when she was like this. When her mind was clouded over in a dark mist of thoughts that were less than pleasant.

Gazing at the stars had always helped her.

It helped her now, even if only a little.

Letting out a sigh that was neither of sadness nor relief, the noirette leaned forward, putting most of her weigh onto the old railing.

It was unfortunate she didn't bring a book. She didn't have time to think about that, not when-

There were footsteps.

Two cat ears instinctively and fearfully perked up, directing themselves towards the source of those sounds.

Many questions, doubts, and dark thoughts plagued her.

She quickly drew herself away from the railing. Her entire body tense for a good reason.

But after a few seconds of intent listening, the feline girl stumbled into a realization far from unpleasant. It had something to do with who those footsteps belonged to.

She returned to her previous position, sensing no harm.

Her arms were crossed. Her body was leaned forward. And her right leg was bent. It was the perfect pose to struck when you were on a balcony. Even if it was an old balcony, even if she was alone (until now, that was) and even if no one would take pictures of her…

At least she hoped so.

The thudding sounds of those footsteps were now louder. But, judging by the volume of it, it sounded like the person was still quite far away.

'Person'?... no. That wasn't just any person, not to her.

That was Yang Xiao Long.

And who was that?

A fan. A friend. And a crush.

How did Blake know it was her and not anybody else?

From her footsteps, of course.

Everyone has a distinct way of walking, directly relating to the sound of their footsteps.

Weiss' and Glynda's were an evenly sound and timed rythmic beat, and they also almost always wore high-heels also mattered.

Sun's and Neptune's were slower, more lax, like they had all the time in the world, which was, unsurprisingly, not that unfamiliar with their actual personality. In fact, it perfectly described them in every way.

And Yangs… Blake had grown accustomed to her style of walking after doing it alongside her. And during these past few days, the faunus had been walking with her extremely often.

The noirette couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what it was that made her footsteps special, but it just was.

Blake prayed that maybe Yang wasn't here to see her. Maybe she was just here to come and grab something - anything - and left.

Hell, maybe she was here to take pictures.

… Blake knew it was an idiotic hopeless prayer.

There was a thud.

The girl's eyes widened ever so slightly, and she flinched at that sound because of its unexpectedness.

"Damn it," a very familiar, and very furious voice hissed. "Turns out you really can trip over a wall."

Blake relaxed slightly, knowing the blonde was alright. She even let out a small giggle, partly wishing to be there to see Yang 'tripping over a wall'.

But that smile withered. In fact, her whole mood did, the moment her footsteps stopped.

Yang saw her. And she was many steps away.

Blake knew this, but still, her eyes continued to peer up at the black sky.

There was a shift between the blonde's boots and the dusty concrete before she began walking again, only stopping again when she was much closer, but still a few feet away.

Resolutely, Blake turned around to face the taller girl, wearing a face of no emotions.

Yang Xiao Long was there, surely.

She was dressed in a black tank-top covered by a brown leather jacket, followed by black jeans as well as a pair of black boots.

Overall, the choice of clothing alone looked casual. But… when Yang wore that outfit… it might as well be an outfit worth thousands of liens.

Amber eyes slowly narrowed as she mentally slapped herself. She wasn't here to check out Yang - as much as she would've loved that - and Yang certainly wasn't here to stare at her.

As much as Blake certainly appreciated the thought of Yang coming all this way at this hour just to find her, the noirette wanted to be left alone.

And Yang, she… seemed nervous. Much like how they'd first meet each other, which was odd since the awkward tension between them had mostly been whisked away.

The blonde was gently biting down her lip which Blake noted - with worry - had small cuts on them. One sleeved hand was holding a key, which Blake assumed must be one for whatever transportation she decided to ride here, while the other was fidgeting with the hem of the leather jacket she wore.

Pools of lilac widened upon finally realizing that she owed the faunus an explanation.

"Um, hiya, Blake!" She released her jacket only to timidly wave at her.

Blake gave her a half-hearted smile in response.

She really didn't have the energy to be polite and mannered. Not tonight.

She wished Yang would just do whatever it was she planned to do and simply leave her be.

But, unsurprisingly, that was not the case.

Or rather, what Yang planned to do involved having to talk with her.

While rubbing her neck, the blonde muttered loud enough for her to hear, "You know, your bratty friend's worried about you."

At the word 'bratty', amber eyes shimmered with great familiarity.

"Weiss," she whispered ever so faintly. Yang walked towards her again, this time, more confident and much more intent of getting closer to her. With a raised eyebrow, Blake asked the question that had been bugging her ever since she knew of the girl's arrival, "How did you know I was here?"

Yang positioned herself similar to her, only, it wasn't the stars she was gazing at.

With a non-committed shrug, she asked more than said, "Lucky guess?"

Blake gave her a hard look. Hard enough for the taller girl to break from her nonchalant act.

"When we were talking about this place," she began, looking around at the pillars resting in-between them and the view below. "This… 'concert-building-place'." Her air-quoting was followed by a fond chuckle. "I noticed how much you really like talking about this place… so, when I heard that you just up and go and that you weren't in any place they thought you'd be in, I wondered if this was where you are."

Blake blinked at her, not sure if her own face perfectly showed how shocked she was by the girl's words.

Yet once again, Yang had proven the world that she was not who she appeared to be. Far from it.

"You know," the blonde suddenly said, her voice solemn and low, "you could've told them where you were." Her head tilted to look at Blake again. "The girl I talked to - the one using your phone - she… blames me for what you did." Yang gave her a cringy grin.

Blake cringed along with her.

With a sheepish smile, the noirette said, "Sorry, Weiss can be like that sometimes, especially when she's worried," Blake shook her head, "but it doesn't mean she doesn't like you or anything like that."

Yang blinked. With a nervous frown, she asked, her voice rising in pitch, "Wait, Weiss, as in, Weiss Schnee?"

"Yes…?" Blake raised an eyebrow, wondering why the blonde paled at her answer, and why that seemed to be important.

Yang slapped her forehead with her hand, the other on her hips. Leaning away, she muttered a curse, sounding very regrettable.

Orbs of amber blinked twice before she pieced the two and two together.

Blake laughed. She didn't even need to know what happened, she could already picture what happened; how Weiss and Yang made an enemy out of each other through one phone call.

Yang smiled alongside her.

But as time went on, that smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, her face spoke none of her usual cheerfulness nor lightheartedness.

Her eyebrows were flatted. Her jaw was clenched. Her lips were pressed together, curling downwards ever so slightly. There a kind of deep, rooted presence of wisdom in those shaded lilacs. It was a wisdom that came from experience.

Blake knew whatever Yang would say next, it wouldn't be something meant to be said so casually or as a joke.

"Why did you run like that?"

The noirette drew in a shaky breath.

She knew the blonde would ask that sooner or later. She should've expected it sooner rather than later, judging by what kind of person Yang was.

Blake was all set to explain, but her explanations died in her throat when the next question was asked.

"Was it because of me?"

Blake's jaw unclenched.

"What? No!" She shook her head furiously. She didn't know what was worse, the question itself or how sadly Yang had said asked it. "Yang." She looked up at the now equally confused blonde. "Why would you say something like that?!"

Looking very taken aback at the answer she certainly was not hoping for, Yang stuttered before saying, "I don't know, maybe it's because there's no other reason I could think of?" The faunus looked at her, baffled. Seeing this, the blonde, wanting to lighten the mood, joked, "Other than there's a really good sale on some books?"

Blake flashed her a forced smile. She looked down moments after, frowning sadly.

"No, it's… it's not that…" she mumbled, one hand subconsciously trailing onto her stomach. She realized what she'd done shortly after, and pulled back. Fortunately, the blonde didn't notice her seemingly unimportant gesture.

And even if she did, Blake doubted she'd have a single clue as to why.

"Then… what is it?" Realising she'd been getting lost in thought, Blake deeply breathed.

She leaned over the railing again, contemplating on whether or not she should actually explain it to Yang.

It was something she rarely talked about with people.

Only a few know of this story.

And she'd like to keep it that way.

But, Yang wasn't just any person, was she?

After amber found its way into lilac, Blake had her answer.

"... What do you know about Adam Taurus?"

What did Yang know about Adam Taurus?

Only three things: What she'd read in the printed newspapers and other articles, what she'd watched on the news, and what she'd heard from others.

Overall, what she knew about him was what any average person would know.

"The… lead singer of The White Fang," she started.

The White Fang.

The first band to ever openly had a faunus as, not just any member, but the most important role of all; lead singer.

Of course, even before they publically performed, everyone was already talking about them. Faunus, of course, were all very excited because, to them, it was a very important news.

Everyone knew about those. And he was what made them popular, so everyone knew about him.

He was the star of the band, the main reason why people loved their music, whether or not they'd admit it.

And he was the first ever faunus to openly admit to the public that he was, in fact, a faunus and he still wanted to sing.

It was no wonder people admired and supported him…

Yang studied Blake's gaze upon her, afraid that her choice of words might've been discriminating especially since the girl herself was a faunus. She found that the girl's face didn't seem to be withholding any negative emotions. Then again, it didn't seem to hold any emotions at all.

The blonde cleared her throat before continuing.

"I heard from many people that he used to be very passionate about what he stood for, equality for Faunus, that is, but…"

He turned aggressive as time went on.

Fame caused many people to change, Adam was the prime example for that. Maybe it wasn't just fame that changed him, but he did change the more his band became famous; the more he became famous.

Fame consumed him with arrogance and rage. It took him away from what he once stood for.

"There were rumors…"

He didn't just turn into what he was perceived as now in a flash. No, not like that.

The change was slow.

At first, Adam merely yelled at people. He'd claimed it was humans who thought and treated faunus as lesser than humans. Upon further inspection, many others could confirm what he'd said to be true, and how those people deserved to be yelled at.

Most people understood his reasoning. The faunus didn't want to be discriminated anymore.

They were done with being pushed around by humans all they want.

So his fans - humans and faunus - didn't think much of it, guessing that he was like that only because of the humans.

… If only that were true.

Then… he started fighting humans. In a bar, or out on the streets, or even in one of his own shows. What's more worrying was how he didn't care who he was fighting, so long as they were humans.

It mattered less and less of what these particular humans did to him, it only mattered that they were humans in general, so they were, in his eyes, in the wrong.

Humans started to fear his actions more and more.

But faunus… they were inspired by it.

Adam's actions - his actions of sprouting how much he was sick and tired of being treated like animals and how all faunus should stand up for themselves for once - caused many of his kind to riot.

There were lots of humans who suffered. Mostly only verbally, but a few psychically.

And that… that wasn't even the worst part.

The part where everything truly changed, the part where everyone - even faunus - saw him for who he truly was and was mortified of him was when…

When he was found beating his own band member and stabbing the other, putting both of them in a hospital.

Yang had seen the pictures…

"Do you know we were in the same band?"

Yang froze as if the blood in her veins stopped circulating. She numbed, barely able to feel her rapidly beating heart.

No. That… that was impossible, right?

Why would… Why would Blake even tell her this?

What was she trying to suggest? That she…

No.

Please. Anything but that.

Yang re-looked at the noirette in front of her; the girl who, despite what she'd just insinuated, still managed to have some control over herself, to look calm as ever, as if she were explaining everyday things.

Suddenly, Blake smiled understandingly.

It was… sickening to see. But, at the same time, Yang marveled how beautiful it was. She was in a whirlwind of emotions, and she wanted to get out of it. She wanted to clear her head. But she wasn't able to do so without knowing anything.

So she listened intently.

"No, I guess not," Blake continued. She looked back up at the sky. Yang's gaze lingered on her before she averted it onto the same darkness as well, but for entirely different reasons. "Back then, Adam was the only one that matter. It's still him that matters, even until now. Plus… No one knew I was a faunus."

Yang stole a glance towards the faunus.

She... couldn't quite place what the girl was feeling; what the right word would be to describe the noirette's look.

Neutral would be what anyone would say at first glance. But, if one looked closer, they would see how tense she was through how stiff her shoulders were and how she knuckled both of her fists.

Yang swallowed; whatever it was that Blake wanted to tell her, it wasn't going to be something she should ever take for granted.

"Two years ago… still can't believe it's already that long." There was a sad chuckle. Yang noticed how that sentence made her frown deeper but didn't comment on it with how quickly disappeared. "Back before I truly know Weiss and the others. We were… doing just fine, despite Adam's… aggression towards many people… in fact, we all kind of… liked it. Me, especially."

There was a pause. Yang knew it was rude to interrupt, and very wrong to assume such a thing, but she spoke out, "You were one of them, weren't you?"

The noirette's hand, much to her disturbed horror, landed on the left side of her stomach.

That alone had already answered enough for Yang.

Yang had seen it earlier tonight, and even a few times during their lunch, but didn't think much of it, guessing it was merely a habit.

It ached her chest to know how far she was from the truth.

She didn't need to hear any more words. She didn't want to. And she absolutely didn't want Blake to relive any of those gruesome memories.

Yang already felt sick from the realization, she couldn't begin to imagine what Blake must be feeling.

"Adam's songs became less about equality and more about… spite. His anger infected everyone, even me. But one day… he wrote a song about killing humans. And it was… terrifying to listen to. I think that's what snapped us out, what made all of us realize the Adam we knew was no longer."

Blake was now visibly shaking. Her breath came out labored and her eyes were wide with sheer terror.

Yang needed to stop this.

She put a hand on top of the girl's own.

A silent plea for her to stop.

A plea which Blake couldn't hear nor understand.

"I…" A shaky breath. "I still remember it…" Yang looked down and found the hand that previously was only brushing against her stomach - where her injury lay - was now gripping it tightly.

Blake was going to hurt herself.

She already was hurting herself.

"Stop."

Yang's voice was firm as she pried away from the hand that clutched the injury. It pulled Blake away from those - no doubt - horrible memories. She blinked a few times before looking up at her, amber eyes refocusing and readjusting to where she currently was. And that was good.

"Don't force yourself," was all she said.

Pools of amber looked at her quizzically. But, seconds later, they widened slightly with newfound understanding.

"Thank you... "

Yang managed a smile for her. It was half-hearted at best, but she hoped it would put some semblance of ease for the noirette.

"I'm sure, after that, you know how we all quit from the band and how quickly Adam was thrown into jail…"

Yang nodded, so far, everything seemed to be heading in the right direction… until Blake's next words:

"But now he's back."

Blake took a step back, suddenly shying away from the world, and worst of all, shying away from Yang herself. The faunus hugged herself tightly and took another step back, head and ears dropping down in an intense emotion Yang didn't want her to feel.

Yang wanted so badly to just… come to her and hug her, telling her everything would be alright.

But she was afraid that it would scare her away.

"What do you mean?" she, instead, wondered.

"Adam is out of jail," was the weak murmur. "And he's making a new White Fang, with new members, he's still…"

Blake's posture made her appear so... vulnerable.

Then it all clicked for Yang.

"That's why you ran away."

A small, weak nod.

"The thought of it, it just… I can't handle it."

Yang had to struggle to listen to her soft words, but the message was clear: Blake simply was afraid.

Yang took a step forward, tentatively.

"... You shouldn't be scared, you know."

Slowly, but surely, Blake's head tilted upwards, their eyes meeting each other. Ambers was filled with sadness and curiosity, while lilacs were of assuredness and warmth.

At the phrasing of her word, Yang flinched and corrected her own words, "Well, yeah, you should kinda be, but…" She took a deep breath. "You don't need to stress about it, not like this." She gestured towards the faunus, who looked away in a small hint of embarrassment in response.

Yang cleared her throat; this was not what she wanted to say.

"Adam just got out of jail," she stated clearly. "And he probably doesn't want to risk going in again." Yang waited until Blake looked at her again before saying, "He won't try to hurt you. And even if he is, I… Your friends won't let him."

It must've struck a chord within Blake because calmly, Blake's arms uncurled, and she took a deep steady breath. Managing a smile which made Yang's heart flutter, the faunus said sweetly, "Thank you, Yang, I needed that."

Yang's heart and mind were too much in shock to form a proper response. So she only did a gesture which she hoped looked like a nod.

She couldn't take this anymore.

She simply couldn't.

Yang needed to tell Blake about her feelings, if not… she wouldn't be able to live with herself.

But she couldn't simply say it, not with the tension in the air that was still heavy due to their previous topic.

So Yang waited.

She looked down, finding the stars to be too many to count, and instead interest herself with the vehicles that passed by on the roads below them.

Afterward, she settled to enjoying the cool night air. She rarely ever took the time to appreciate it, but now she did. It wasn't as windy as the breeze of the day, but there was a certain darkness to it that made things… calmer.

Yang didn't know how much time had passed.

But she did know this was the right time to confess.

If she didn't do it now, she would never do so in any other time.

It was now or never, quite literally.

"So, um…" Yang rubbed her neck and looked away. "Since we're on the topic of confessing and stuff," her eyes found Blake's, "can I confess something?"

Blake blinked at her. One ear flattened. Her head tilted itself to the side.

Yang, of course, took that as a yes.

"I, umm…"

Man, why was the air suddenly so hot?

She blamed that instead of the more obvious and honest reason for her sweating forehead and clammy hands.

"I sort of…"

Maybe this is all a dream.

That would certainly explain why she was so sure of herself when she was about to confess.

"... Have a crush on you, like an actual crush on you for at least six months."

There. That was it.

… As much as she would've loved it, Yang knew this was far from a dream.

But, she was glad. Very glad.

Blake was currently looking at her with an expression Yang wouldn't dare hope was even remotely true: relief.

"Wow, Yang, I…"

The noirette seemed to be struggling to find the right words. It made Yang chuckle brightly; how unsure Blake seemed to be in terms of answering her, when in fact, she didn't really want any answer.

She just wanted to say those things, that was all.

"I was planning to tell you tomorrow, actually." Yang sighed, her smile faltering, but not entirely gone. "Didn't think you'd leave so soon yet." She looked back at Blake, who was still wide-eyed. "So, um… that's that… just wanted to get this off my chest."

"Yang, I-"

"I'm not saying we should hook up or anything," Yang cut her off immediately, raising a hand with a grin, trying to hide the strong embarrassment she actually felt, "I know we literally just met and I don't expect you to just-"

"Yang."

Blake's voice was firm. Yang swallowed before asking a simple "Yeah, Blake?"

"Can you please let me talk?"

The blonde blinked.

"... Okay, yeah, that sounds fair."

After all, she'd literally just confessed to the girl about her feelings for her without even letting that girl spoke out her thoughts of any of it.

That… hardly seemed fair at all.

Blake looked nervous, but not the kind of nervousness she'd displayed before. This one was less… darker than before.

Yang could only guess as to why.

"... This tour won't last forever, you know," was Blake's first words.

Yang blinked at that, surprised that out of all the things she'd said, that would be it. It certainly was far from what the blonde had expected. "In fact, after it's over, there'll be another tour…"

There was a pause.

"It'll take place in Vale, and only in Vale."

Yang's breath hitched.

Blake's amber eyes were sparkling with shyness, embarrassment, but those all were fluttered away, replaced by a great sense of determination Yang had only seen once from the girl.

At their first meeting. When Blake told her they would meet each other again.

Her look currently was far more intense, but to Yang, it was no different from that day.

The world quieted down.

It seemed to be disappearing as well. At least in her eyes.

"Yang…"

The blonde in mention shouldn't hope, she shouldn't bring herself to, but… those eyes - or, moreover, how they looked at her - were all too familiar…

Blake's gaze at her.

It reminded her of a gaze a certain someone used to have.

Her gaze. Back when she first found out about Blake. When her feelings only started to develop.

It was all too familiar.

"I… may have a crush on you too…"

A crush?

… No. What Yang felt for Blake was far from just a simple crush. Blake might've not realized that. But… that was okay, in fact, it was for the better.

And it didn't entirely matter. Not here. Not now.

What mattered was what Blake was insinuating… what she was hinting at…

"... Is this… are you…?"

Yang needed her to make it clear. She needed everything to be clear.

The girl nodded. Slowly, the distance between them shortened. Maybe Yang was the one who leaned in. Maybe it was Blake.

"If you want us to," was the whisper from the noirette. Their lips were inches apart. With this distance - or rather, the lack of it - Yang could feel the girl's breath. It was warm and cool at the same time. And it smelled of a mint… a flavor which she knew was at the back of her head. But she couldn't quite place what it was…

Blake's eyes. They were rooming upon her, silently waiting for permission.

Did she want this?

… It was instinctual for her to quickly answer, "Of course, yeah, I- I mean, are-"

A finger on her lips. A deadpan expression from Blake. Redness in both of their cheeks.

"Yang, I'm trying to kiss you, so please, shut up."

A gulp. "R-right."

And with that, she closed her eyes, fully enjoying the taste of the girl's lips on her own.

It was soft, gentle, warm.

The rest of her senses dulled down. She couldn't hear anything, not the vehicles passing by, not the rustling of trees and bushes; they were all forgotten.

In fact, everything was.

Her problems. Blake's problems. How this won't last forever. How this felt like it would last forever.

… Yang finally realized what that minty smell was, and internally smiled…

Blackberries. Huh.

They pulled away, a little out of breath, but mostly giddy, Yang more than Blake.

Blake sighed, trying to compose herself.

"That is a promise," she said. "If, in the future, our feelings for each other stayed or... blossomed," she looked away with a blush, "maybe we can have this."

Yang stared at her, dumbfounded. Seeing this, Blake sighed less fondly.

"I can't date you, not while I only know you for this amount of time. Let me learn more about you. Let us learn about each other. I don't want to rush this."

Yang's eyes narrowed. It was her turn to look away.

"Me neither."

"Which is why we'll wait." A hand was placed on her shoulder. Yang looked only to find Blake staring at her with a gentle and pure gaze. "Six months."

Wow. So long.

Would she even have the same feelings for Blake? Moreso, would Blake still have the same feelings for her?

Lilac refocused onto amber. Calm, sure, and warming amber.

"Yeah…" she found herself saying while nodding. "Yeah, six months. I can do that."

Blake smiled almost challengingly.

"Six months."

Yang gave her a cocky grin.

"Deal."

After all, she'd been crushing on the girl for six months. She could handle another one.

And she was also sure that she wasn't the only one who wanted more of that kiss-

Her phone rang.

Yang, after groaning widely (which caused Blake to chuckle) picked it up from her pocket. Realising it was a message, she, with narrowed eyes, read it.

An excited grin formed seconds afterward.

"Oh, this is just perfect."

"What?" Blake curiously asked, sensing the sudden change in her mood.

"Turns out, Ruby's going to perform tonight, in like, twenty minutes!" Yang waved with a smile. "It's something about the original guy being sick or something," she looked at Blake excitedly. "You should come with me!"

Yang thought she couldn't be happier after what had transpired tonight.

But, after seeing the way Blake chuckling and saying unenthusiastically, "Alright…"

… She realized how wrong she was.

Author's Notes : An alternative title for this chapter would be "Blackberry" ... *winks with both eyes*

Also, I learn a new word. Noirette... it means black hair. I like the sound of it. Think I might replace it with the plan old "black-haired" this and that.

Alright, I hope you don't mind the very late update. I have this band thing going on and it proved to be far more… serious than I thought, even though it was worth it (apparently it was rare to see a 14 years old girl playing a guitar left-handedly)

And after that was all over… exams week. Like, very serious exams week.

Like, "holy shit" serious.

It might take another month from me before I can upload another chapter. Sorry, but it's not just any exams. It's gonna be the exam which determines whether or not I pass middle school.

So, yeah… that serious.

Also, I feel like I need to explain a few things about this chapter.

Some of you might be a little upset that Bumblebee didn't turn entirely official. But, think about it: Is it really realistic for Blake and Yang to suddenly become a thing after they only meet like, 4 days?

This is the most realistic outcome.

Blake does have feelings for Yang, but they're still not that great. Blake doesn't know much about her, unlike Yang.

Even though this might disappoint some of you (I hope you can forgive me), this is the wisest decision, at least in my eyes.

They're not 100% cannon yet, but they will be… in the future.

Don't worry, it won't take that long.

Blake still has her tour. And Yang, her college.

None of them is going to sacrifice anything for the other. If you think this story will end that way, you're wrong, because in my opinion, a relationship doesn't always have to include sacrificing something as vital as your future, in fact, it is the opposite.

*Ahem* sorry, I got a little carried away there, but still.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter. I certainly have mixed feelings while writing it.

As always, I hope you have a good day or night (depending on your timezone) and I wish you all the best! In, like, everything.

Reviews are always welcomed and appreciated! Byee~!

Karvost : Exactly! I'm glad you noticed the reference! Haha, it's fine, just reading your "professional-sounding" review already makes me happy :) Oooh, so 0 was you! Cool!

Lokfun1995 : So, hey, um, it's been almost a month… how are you doing in that lamp, buddy? You doing good? Xp

FoxyFoxation : Wow, so even an adult likes my story! Hehehe, I feel so confident now! But anyways, welcome aboard to my… well, whatever this is, hehe… I hope you enjoy it here! In this… thing that's supposed to be a story.

RyuNoMe24 : Hmm… I'll put that in mind, honestly, the "thou" part was unintentional. I simply forgot to put the "gh" in it because when I was thinking about the dialogue in my head, it sounded like "thou" so I write "thou". But I'll keep that in mind as well as the "couldn't've" thing. Thanks for the advice! And I'm glad you think that chapter's great!

THATANIMOKID : Yep, one of the best things about writing these kinds of fanfictions is the first meeting between the two characters. The more the meeting goes down-hill (in a good way), the more it's fun for me to write their growing feelings and for the readers to watch it.

Rapter267 : Took your advice and, wow, did not know I made this many mistakes regularly. Thank god for grammarly.

meeyaaargh3412 : So… now that Blake has been found, what do you think of it?

Mattricole : Fun fact, Ruby's meeting with Weiss is kind of inspired by a real life experience… in which, I am the Ruby… So yeah… Just putting that up there… Hehe… He… T_T