One Year Prior
Blake and Yang entered the economic department, noticing the lights were already on.
"Maybe the professors still up?" Yang stated as the door closed behind her.
Blake only gave her a subtle nod without saying a single word, gripping her bag tight.
Taking note of another bag filled with ingredients on one of the worktops, she assumed another student was here as well.
Grabbing the corners of Yang's shirt, Blake gestured to the other bag. Yang then gave Blake her full attention.
"Sup Blakey?" Her voice was toned down so not to disturb the other student who was nowhere to be seen.
Blakey. The nickname she was given by Yang after the first few months of attending Beacon.
Although Blake wasn't keen on it, she couldn't bring herself to have an argument with a roommate about something as trivial as this.
"I didn't expect to see other students here," a soft-spoken voice called out to the two of them.
Looking further towards the back of the room, a young tall man came forward.
Clad in a white apron, somewhat long hair with a small ponytail.
His hair was black and donned with an unusual strand of magenta.
"Oh hey! What dorm building are you from?" Yang questioned cheerily.
Without batting an eye, he grabbed his ingredients out of his bag and set them out along the worktop.
"Normally. You're meant to give your name before anything else. It's proper etiquette" He didn't so much as look at the two girls who were exchanging glances with each other before turning back to him.
"Yang Xiao Long. Sorry, I just like meeting new people" She tensed awkwardly before backing up behind Blake a little.
"Blake Belladonna" Her voice barely a whisper, yet in such a quiet room it could be heard as loud as day.
"Lie Ren. Please call me Ren, it's easier" He turned to look at Blake. Her arms were tucked inward, practically giving out a very defensive aura. Ren set the stuff down and walked towards the back of the room.
"Tea or coffee, Miss Belladonna?" His voice as soft as butter when he spoke.
"She likes tea with one sugar" Yang cut in, answering for Blake who went and picked a workstation opposite Ren.
The young man cocked an eyebrow upwards at Yang, she caught on to why he'd be confused about answering for her.
"She's really shy Ren. It's taken me months to even get a sentence out of her"
Yang lets her eyes stray across the room to see Blake taking her ingredients out of her bag and loading them onto the worktop.
She took the view in, not of the room, but of Blake's curvaceous figure, her long black hair that looked as fluffy as a kitten's fur.
The most striking feature that Yang had noticed about Blake that rivalled her astonishing beauty, jewel-like eyes, incredible smarts.
Was as Yang called it, "Bellabooty" because after all, Blake's rear was just absolutely mesmerising to look at when she swayed from her hips in a natural fashion.
Ren noticed the way Yang's eyes drifted down the lower half of Blake's body but decided that it would be rude of him to make a comment on it.
"I see, and Yang" His voice snapped her attention to him like lightning.
"Did he notice me checking out Blake? It doesn't seem like he noticed a thing. Phew" Her thoughts providing her with a sense of relief but then realised he had spoken to her.
"Yes, Ren?" Her voice filled with false enthusiasm, trying to hope he really didn't catch her checking Blake out.
"I'm up at that new joint dorm the university had built. The Knights and Rooks dorm" He smiled gently at her, as he made sure everything was prepped for him to start baking.
Yang's eyes lit up "Ah, might see you around then! Blake and I are knights!" The blonde grinned whilst Blake was too busy preparing her own workstation.
Ren came back and placed Blake's cup of tea on the station behind her so that it wouldn't spill while she was baking.
The girl smiled meekly as Ren gave a slight bow, taking note of his gentle predisposition.
Blake blankly stared at Yang, hoping she would take the hint that it was her cue to start helping.
Yang trotted on over to her, Blake thrust the duplicate ingredients into her arms.
"Here's the recipe and ingredients. Now go prepare and get to it" She ordered her, which Yang obediently agreed.
Ren was busy baking some sort of sponge cake with pancakes in the middle, or maybe it was a giant pancake with sponge cake inside it? Blake and Yang couldn't tell.
"What are you baking?" Blake piped up which caught Ren's attention.
"It's an original recipe. Something called Ren-cakes. My roommate and I have a lot of history. It's been fourteen years since we met"
He smiled partially out of joy and partially out of something that told Blake was physical exhaustion.
"So what are Ren-cakes exactly?" It looks like pancakes inside an actual sponge cake, I hope your friend doesn't eat like that daily" Blake voiced some concern for Ren's unknown childhood friend.
"It is exactly that. Besides, she works out every day, goes to the gym and everything" He stated this nonchalantly, getting a quizzical stare from Blake since she couldn't work out his feelings on the topic.
"I heard something about a gym. What are you talking about?" Yang turning away from the batch of cookie dough ready to be put into the oven.
"Yang. How did you make that batch so quickly? You did take your time right?" Blake slowed her speech so Yang couldn't pull her dumb blonde trick.
"Yes, I took my time with it. I used to help my mum bake cookies loads of times. So this is easy as pie!" She put up her thumbs up at Blake only for Ren to look at her funny.
"Pie? Cookies are not pies?" He puzzled over this whilst Yang turned back to her station.
"Well, I'll clean my station now that I've got my cookies in the oven. So, what's this about a gym and who's doing what?" Excitement building in the brawler's voice.
"My roommate, she goes to the gym every day. Then again, I have two who go to the gym, though she is- "
"Ren! We've got a problem!" Another student came bounding into the room, interrupting Ren mid-sentence.
Yang and Ren turned to the door whereas Blake jumped several feet into the air when they barged into the room.
An incredibly tall woman, long scarlet red hair draping over her roughly shaped shoulders and upper body.
Wearing a red jacket, a pair of auburn jeans complete with black steel toe boots, she stood in the doorway.
Ren only sighed as he gave the girl his attention.
"What's wrong Pyrrha?" He sounded as if he was directing his irritation to another person who wasn't present.
"It's Nora! She's doing it again!" Her calming voice screaming concern and worry was a complete contrast to Ren's expression, which made it look like he wanted to die.
"Hold her off for five more minutes, got to add one more detail then it's done" He explained, pulling the monstrous sponge cake out of the oven, making a grab for the several icing pipes.
Pyrrha nodded and headed towards the door, turning back just before leaving to face Yang and Blake.
"I'm so sorry for barging in so suddenly!" She turned tail and left the three.
"Holy smokes! She was tall! Yang blurted out in shock to which Ren simply nodded in response. Too focused on icing the Ren-cakes to pay attention.
"She gets that a lot. A lot of people find her height intimidating. Except for Nora, she took to her immediately" He stated half-haphazardly.
Ren was adding icing on top of the cake, a green layer with a pink hammer in the centre.
He finished the edible decal with some black icing in the shape of a lightning bolt in the middle of the hammer.
"Finally finished, just hope she doesn't wolf this down" He calmly thought.
Roughly five minutes later, Pyrrha comes bounding in after this other student zips into the kitchen at blinding speeds just before her.
"REN! WHERE IS IT!" Her voice bellowed in the virtually empty classroom.
The young man gestured to the counter where he had moved the cake away from the worktop.
The girl, who Yang and Blake assumed was Nora. Wore a short grey skirt, a black shirt with "Boop" in bold plastered on it.
She wore some simple white pumps that looked completely ditched. Laces were missing and they looked as if a dog had chewed them apart.
She made an athlete sprint for the Ren-cakes. However, stopped dead when she noticed Yang and Blake were in the room as well.
Making a sudden beeline for the two of them, Nora stood in front of Blake.
Blake started getting a little skittish around the bright orange haired girl. Nora looked deeply at Blake almost as if scanning the girl.
"Nora Valkyrie! Nice to meet ya!" Beaming at her, Blake stood frozen unsure as to what to do.
"That's Blake. She doesn't talk all that much" Yang spoke up which caught Nora's attention.
Looking back behind the dark-haired girl who was avoiding eye contact, she shot off towards Yang.
Nora perked her head up to get a good look at Yang's face. "Who might you be?" Yang smirked as she looked down at the rambunctious girl.
"The name's Yang! Compared to the girl over there, you are so damn small" Yang joked, making a note of the height difference between Pyrrha and Nora.
"I think she's secretly a giant" Nora whispered loud enough for her to hear.
Smiling and taking Yang's hand in her own she shook it with extreme vibrancy, before resuming her primary objective that was the Ren-cakes.
Eating was not the word to describe the sight everyone else had to witness. Nora devoured the cake in a manner that left the others both horrified yet intrigued.
"Are you a living vacuum cleaner? I've never seen anyone eat something like that so quickly, you crammed it all into your mouth at once" Blake questioned Nora who only started cleaning up her mouth with a napkin Ren had offered her.
"Don't vacuum cleaners suck in smaller quantities and not whole cakes?" Pyrrha responds with a confused expression at Blake and Nora.
"That's what he said!" Yang chimes in, grinning ear to ear from her remark. Nora, who catches on just starts laughing, whilst Blake who pulls out her batch of cookies that she finally managed to get done with all the chaos happening around her, out of the oven.
Blake then turns to Yang and gives her this look.
Now, by Yang's definition, this look is usually never a good one. She always gets it when she tries to impress Blake with her witty retorts or puns, only for it to fall flat on its face.
The other times she gets that look, is when Blake generally isn't happy with her at all.
"Yang" Blake pauses after she says her name, Yang assumes it's the former. Yang is quick to say something about it.
"Blake, I'm sorry. I know you don't like my humour at the best of times but- " Blake was quick to cut her off.
"Yang. Behind you" Blake's terse tone was unusual for her. Yang turned and caught sight of this small amount of smoke leaking out of the oven she had been using.
"It can't be that bad. Can it?" Yang feigned a laugh as she rushed over, turning the oven off.
She was certain, she hadn't left them in that long, had she?
As the group were gawking at the most certain fire, another student decided to join them.
Tall, blonde, and scrawny were only a few words to describe him. Pyrrha saw him enter the room and her eyes lit up with joy.
"Jaune! Are you ok?" She quickly asked before looking back to Yang.
"I'm fine Pyrrha, my back hurts is all" He responded, glancing at Nora before cowering behind the tall red head.
As Yang turned to the new addition, the oven decided it was not going to play nice.
It did this by proceeding to make a rather sudden bang, followed by smoke starting to grow into a thick smog.
Yang opened the door and the miasma of smog gushed out into the room, tripping the smoke alarm.
"Ren! Fire extinguisher! Pyrrha move Nora away!" Jaune commanded and his friends followed suit.
Ren grabbed the fire extinguisher as instructed whilst Pyrrha dashed to Nora, picking her up and hoisting her over the shoulder making her way back to the door.
Blake pulled Yang back away from the oven just as flames burst outwards and nearly set her on fire. Well almost.
The apron Yang was wearing had partially caught fire. "I know I'm smoking hot, but this is ridiculous"
Yang quickly gave herself a pat down putting out the embers whilst smirking at her own pun.
"I don't know your names so I'll go off the situation" Jaune spoke out to the group, assessing every little detail.
"Scatty, take the extinguisher from Ren and put the fire out, while he turns off the smoke alarm" Despite the fact the noise from the alarm was blaring the group kept focused.
Blake sighed, she didn't have time to ask why he came up with Scatty, she just prepared herself to take the extinguisher.
"Burnie, use the oven mittens to grab whatever the hell you've got in there, then get Scatty to put it out" Jaune ordered.
"One. Two. Now!" Jaune called out and in the next few moments that had transpired, anyone walking by would have assumed they were performing a synchronised dance.
Ren took out the pin and handed Blake the foam extinguisher. In one swift spray, she blasted the fire that was spreading on the worktop.
Yang reached in and pulled out the tray of cookies, although they were literally on fire to which Blake put them out.
"Jaune! The inside of the oven is also on fire!" Nora cheered as if she were lighting the fires to a revolution.
Jaune, took matters into his own hands at this point, running up to the spare extinguisher, with a squeeze of the trigger he doused the insides of the oven completely.
The oven looked like it was now spewing foam rather than spewing fire like something from a horror film.
"Nice coordination everyone" Ren stated in his calm demeanour as he watched Nora try to wriggle out of Pyrrha's grip.
Blake grabbed Yang by the shoulders and spun her around to face her.
"How the honest fuck did you set the inside of the oven on fire?" Blake screeched as her fingers dug into the blonde's skin.
Yang looked away sheepishly, "I must have left them in there too long? I'm sorry"
"The oven was on fire. The inside of the oven was on fire! The fuck did you put in there, gasoline?" Blake was furious.
Jaune and the others looked at the busted up equipment, that looked like an oversized toaster now.
"The alarm is off, but chances are, a professor is going to be on their way here" Ren killed the mood, depending on the professor, would depend on the punishment for damaging university property.
The doors opened and a tall slender figure, in Nora styled fashion, zipped to each of the students questioning them.
"Right! What happened here?"
Blake decided she would have to take responsibility, she did ask for Yang's help after all. She took a few steps forward before Yang bounded for the professor.
"Sorry Doctor Oobleck, I was helping Blake do some extra baking. I forgot to keep an eye on the oven. I'll pay my debts where they are due" She stood stern and looked at him with a fixed expression.
"Usually, Yang tries to avoid getting into trouble. She never willingly gives herself up for something like this" Blake thought as she watched the man prop his glasses up to his face and zip over to the oven.
"I can't let Blake lose her privileges of being able to bake here whenever she wants or needs too," Yang thought as she expected the young green haired man to shout at her.
Instead, he dashed over back to Yang and raised a finger at her.
"Would you mind describing how the oven became...this?"
After about five minutes, Doctor Oobleck had been informed of the events that had transpired. "I see. Well, if the fire has been dealt with and no one is harmed. I will be more lenient with your punishment Miss Xiao Long"
He stood and walked to Ren who was stood under the alarm with a ladder stood up against the side of the wall.
"I'll turn the alarm back on. If you are all done here, take your things and go" His voice had no emotion as he spoke.
The group did so, they gathered their belongings and headed out of the room.
As Yang reached the door Oobleck spoke up.
"Yang Xiao Long. You will see me at the end of your classes in my office tomorrow" His speech was rather slow, so she knew this was not a good sign whatsoever.
"Yes, sir" She felt awful as she left the building. Blake and the others were waiting just further out of the economics department.
Present Day
"You've got to be kidding me?" Weiss' mouth was open agape, in sheer disbelief that someone could mess up making cookies.
"No, I'm not. Yang chose not to help me again" Blake got up and walked over to the kitchen.
"Come to think of it, wasn't Jaune somewhat afraid of Nora? Why was he?" Weiss asked as she watched Blake make a cup of tea for herself and a cup of coffee for her.
"That's because she used to bench him" Blake stated blandly. Weiss took a moment to process that sentence.
"She benched Jaune? What?" She was so baffled by that statement her facial expression had turned a tad sour and scrunched up.
"Yup. She would pick him up, use him as a weight and do squats" Blake brought over the cups of tea and coffee and set them on her bedside table.
"How the hell is that even possible? She's so much smaller than him!"
"Jaune apparently doesn't weigh all that much. So, Nora didn't have much difficulty lifting him" Blake added as she sipped at her tea.
The two girls sat there, talking about previous memories and experiences until Blake brought up a sensitive topic.
"Weiss?"
The heiress looked at the girl with glistening amber eyes with bewilderment. "Yes, Blake?"
"How did you get that scar?" Weiss slowly lowered her mug back down slowly, she began shaking a little.
Nerves being poked and jabbed, anxiety swelling in the pit of her stomach. "I'd rather not talk about it" Her voice shaking in fear as her hands trembled.
Unable to hold the mug still, Weiss attempted to set it back down, however nearly spilling it caused Blake to grab hold of it and place it down for her.
"Please Blake. I really don't want to talk about it" Weiss' voice grew darker, she was on the verge of tears but held back so not to show weakness.
Blake pondered on what could have happened to Weiss for her to be so reserved or scared, it worried her.
"Weiss I'm always here should you ever need me" Blake walked over to the other side of the bed, sat down and pulled Weiss into a warm hug.
Certainly, she was caught off guard by Blake's sudden display of physical contact but returned it nonetheless.
"You really are a good friend Blake. I'm sorry I'm such a nuisance to put up with" She feigned a laugh only for Blake to scowl at her after pulling away from their short embrace.
"Weiss. Why did you chew Ruby out so much? Compared to previous roommates, it was almost like you singled her out for a reason. Though, you weren't actually being mean?" Blake inquired.
"Promise me you won't tell a soul. Not Ren, Pyrrha or them lot," She paused as Blake's mouth quirked up a little at the potential juicy information.
"Yang must never know ok?" Blake nodded at this.
"This is going to be great" Blake casually thought as Weiss mentally prepared herself, to tell the truth.
"Truth is. I didn't want to be so cruel nor intend to come off as so malicious. I couldn't ignore the fact she technically shouldn't be attending"
Blake's ears perked up at this. "Didn't want to? Explain?" Blake tried to pry some gossip out of her roommate.
"Well," Weiss gave a brief sigh before speaking. "When I first met Ruby, it was that girl who bumped into me and knocked me over. That girl who kept apologising to me as if she had committed a heinous crime,"
Weiss shuffled over and reached for her coffee, grasping the mug firmly with both hands she looked at the dark liquid flowing ever so still.
"The girl with the flip phone? I remember you mentioning about it" Blake interrupted her. "Sorry, continue"
"When I looked at her, I saw she had silver eyes. That wasn't all I saw" Weiss brought her knees up to her chest and handed her mug to Blake.
Wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her head on her knees, Weiss continued.
"I saw someone else in Ruby's eyes. I saw myself"
"What do you mean?" Blake asked as she placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Ruby's eyes look so bright and dazzling, but behind that cheery persona. Is someone who has been through a lot. It reminds me of what I went through"
Blake didn't say anything else, instead, she just listened to Weiss ramble on about her thoughts on the matter.
"I'm tough on her because I don't want her to end up like how I was back then. I really do care about Ruby's well-being" Weiss let out a weak laugh as she forced her body to lay backwards.
"I'm the worst friend anyone could have" She brought an arm over her eyes hiding the tears falling down her face.
Weiss whispered to herself, not realising Blake heard what she had said.
"I'm becoming more like him"
A/N: A lot more dialogue in this chapter I think than my previous ones. I do hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Also, Pyrrha finally appears (sort of) I have plans for Pyrrha. Let me know what you think of this chapter, I'd appreciate it very much.
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