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Chapter 11: (Torchwick) Round Two

"People will do the right thing because they can!"

-Unknown

Warning: Foul Language in this chapter


Two Days Later..

Sometimes I think that some deity had decided to pit me against big problem at random. In the past by being a simple civilian the issues would have been solved diplomatically and were actually solveable.

Thing is that dealing with the alliance of Torchwick and the White Fang together with half of the VPD was certainly something I had been set to experience. The once semi-pristine dockyard had turned into a warzone and the battle was far from over.

When the massive police convoy had reached the place, the dual criminal organisation were dealing with two intruders. One of them being a well-known Cat Faunus.

Once the real fight had started, I pulled the girl and his new blond friend aside with a stern look. I had given a death glare to the Monkey Faunus "Leave now!" My tone was icy cold and the fact that the teen had not complained but complied the order was a statement of how my mind felt right now.

Turning to Blake I softened my visage, feeling a bit of empathy of her reckless action.

"We are going to talk later, you and I." Just a bit.

Glancing one last time to my friend, I saw her a bit disheartened by my attitude. I wanted to say I'm sorry or that I was stressed enough with the importance of this capture operation but she left before I could explain.

I returned my attention to the thugs and started to help the other agents out. I heard the distinct sound of Bullheads approaching, knowing well enough that the VPD had reached Air Superiority of the area. Nobody enters.. Nobody leaves.

Dealing with those grunts was fairly easy thanks to experience and training. As I keep beating the crap out of those cannon fodders, I saw a glimpse of something familiar. Something I had the opportunity of encounter before.

Racing through the mass of criminals, I saw someone I would have liked to NEVER encounter. EVER.

The petite form of the Icecream-themed girl waltzed among groups of agents, all of those falling unconscious to the ground. She caught sight of me and that dreadful smile of her was signaling much pain for me.

As I remembered, her attacks were 'hidden' to the naked eye but still easily perceived by the other senses. She tries to stab me, forwarding her umbrella's sharp tip. Using my baton, I start to counter with a strike directed to her face. As expected the umbrella's path changes to intercept the strike.

After the first encounter, I had started to study what I might have to use against her in a possible round two. And now, with a calculated change, my baton parried the weapon away and landed an hit to her arm.

Her face shows little of the pain I had inflicted her. She distance herself from me, trying to assess the damage on her arm. Sadly, I had other plans.

As she tries to run away, I intercept her with a quick sprint and attempt to land another strike. This time she just dodge the attack, not bothering to attempt to block. It seems that the damage I had inflicted had stunted her skills for a little bit.

As I press the advantage, I notice something close coming from my blind side. As I turn, I see a big thug with a chainsaw-like spear directing a killing blow to my stomach.

He's moving to fast and I was not going to dodge that assault. I could see parts of a sadistic smile from his Grimm mask. It was closing in slowly and my mind was remembering all good things I experienced in this place. All the good people that I have befriended and those who still counts on me.

Then the most important memory shows fully. I had someone waiting home.

Someone I truly care about. Someone that is waiting for me, knowing that I will not die here.

AND I WILL NOT ACCEPT DEATH. NOT NOW!

I felt a foreign sensation embrace me and I notice a bluish aura covering my body. The Chainsaw Spear hit my body.. and brokes down. Increduly, I look at my chest and I see no visible danger.

Instantly, my baton was directed towards the big man's mask. Surprisingly even more, my baton destroy the mask and knockoff the big thug.

Oh.. HOW?!

While my training had made me more durable, I am sure I was not that much strong to actually make a thug of that height and body KO in just one hit. I glance at my baton, nothing new on it.

A soft giggle came from my side and turning I saw the petite woman looking at me with a normal smile and.. was that a blush?

As I was about to resume the fight, in a blink of an eye the girl was nowhere to be seen.

Am I the only one who attracts weirdo or is it a natural rule here?

Pausing my musings, I notice how many of the grunts had been subdued and that Torchwick wasn't among those.

What did I miss?

Two hours later..

Looking at the report I was a bit skeptical about what truly happened in that really weird skirmish. Seriously, I know how some huntresses' semblances were OP but that one was able to do some Sword-Kamehameha seemed a bit farfetched.

I was walking towards home, not feeling to use the custom car. It had been a stressing week and I felt the need for a simple walk.

As I paced I remembered about the discussion I might have to have with Cat Faunus. Sometimes she was unnerving with her mood swings. I asked Adam about this attitude of her and the shoe hit on his head following his muttering of women and period, discouraged a further continuation of that explanation.

Picking my Scroll, I decided to try.. something new.

VPD's Appartments, Blake's POV

I felt pissed towards one Eric Dresmond.

Sure, he was right to feel concerned about my wellbeing and yes, she shouldn't have headbutted into a big heist like the one in the dockyards, but the tone he used left a bitter taste.

From her experience of a month in this appartment, Eric had been not so much strict in rules relative to his house. He was helpful, not only in simple problems but also those that were consuming me sometimes.

He was so caring..

The former pillow covered the blush rising up in my face from the invisible audience. It had started with a simple share of ideas and things in common, but the more time passes and the more Eric would disprove this simplistic identification of my infatuation with more kind actions of his.

I felt pissed towards one Eric Dresmond.. because I love him and I cannot say it to him. It felt embarassing and none of her books had prepared me to the proclamation of those three important, heavy words.

In Ninjas of Love the characters were directly paired and not much characterisation of their mutual love was given in the lines of the piece of literature. That was something that also came from one of the discussion with Eric.

Groaning, I was thankful that Adam had been outside doing god knows what. I was not ready to teased by him about this.

I was silently looking at the dark blue ceiling and was about to sleep a bit before Eric's return when my Scroll rang a call.

Annoyed I glanced at the caller and was surprised at who it was.

Eric's POV

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"Eric?"

YES!

"H-Hi Blake. I wanted to.. apologise for my attitude back at the dockyards and-"

"Don't worry. I mean- I understand that your were stressed and-"

"And I wanted to ask you if you wanted to drink some coffee next time you have a free day at Beacon."

The bomb was dropped and I waited for a response. I waited.. and waited. I was starting to worry she was upsetted by the question when I heard the sound of someone dropping to the floor.

Cursing softly, I closed the call and speeded back home. Maybe, she was too tired and I stressed one too much with that question.

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohg-

I opened the door and I noticed that the lights were turned off. Then-

Ohgo-Gah!

Something/Someone fell on me and tackled me to the floor. Looking up, I could see two familiar yellow gems looking at me.

"Hi Bla-" "Yes." "Wha-" "YES!" As she yelled her reply she snuggled on my chest.

God, why love needs to hurt physically..


AN

And that's the end of the chapter.

Yes, Eric has unlocked Aura (WHAAA) and he is still not knowing about it.

About my attempt at Blake's personality, I humbly ask for forgiveness. While I have watched all 4 (and a half) Volumes (more than once) I still have not clear how Blake's mind works.

I mean, she expresses so little of herself it's a bit difficult to recreate it in different situations that the series. Thankfully she's not the most difficult. In my opinion Yang will be more difficult to write and characterise because she mask her pain in a happy facade.

As I have promised the poll now is finished and the victorious side is... Subdued Yandere Neo! With a jump of 3 votes, the Ice Cream Murderer will be less inclined to rape her senpai. (Don't worry I don't plan any lemons.. for now. Maybe in a separate LEMON-only story.)

I hope you all enjoy this chapter and See Ya SOON! ;3