A/N:
Hi friends! Once again, welcome back to RWBY: The Selection (after our brief intermission to check some chemistry stuff). Speaking of chemistry, BUMBLEBEE am I right? (Sorry). What awkward bees are these.
I ship Bumblebee, but also I'm not going to hate on Blacksun, like there's some solid substance there that I will *thoroughly* devour in any Blacksun fanfic. Also, Monochrome. Like, *so good*. I have plans for a Monochrome Christmas fanfic so stay tuned if that's your passion. But also Whiterose. Just a head's up, along with shipping literally everyone with Jaune, this fic does contain a fair amount of slow-burn (so slow you won't even realize you're on fire) Bumblebee and Whiterose. If this is not your thing, don't worry, because a lot of this fanfiction is friendship fluff and shipping everyone with Jaune and also plot, but if you DO ship Bumblebee and Whiterose, you are in for an extra treat.
What DO you people ship? Let me know in the reviews! And also let me know any thoughts/comments/questions/concerns/anything else that strikes your fancy!
Stay tuned, and enjoy!
Chapter 15: Blake
Blake Belladonna had always been afraid of planes. She wasn't sure if it was the height that bothered her, the claustrophobia, or the fact that these machines relied heavily on immoral products like Schnee Dust Company dust, but something about them made her uneasy. That was why she read: to take her mind off of her uneasiness, whether it was associated with the plane ride, or with what would happen when she landed.
Ilia grasped her hand, and she looked up from her book into her friend's eyes. Ilia was the one silver lining in this mission of terrifying flights, pompous princes, and the inevitable murder that came at the end of it all. She might not have had Adam, but at least she had Ilia. At least she had someone at her side her when confronting obstacles, whether it was a fear of heights or an annoying blonde human.
"So… Blake, was it?"
Blake looked up. The girl was leaning over the back of the seat in front of her, smiling. Blake did not smile back. "Yes."
"And, what's your name?" Yang asked, turning to Ilia.
Ilia gave Blake a pained look that said 'Do I have to?' Blake nodded. They didn't want to make any enemies this soon in the competition. "Ilia," Ilia finally, reluctantly replied.
"Nice," Yang nodded, grinning. "I'm Yang,"
"I know," Blake replied, turning back to her book.
"I- I like your bow," Yang stammered.
"Thanks,"
"It goes great with your… shirt,"
"Okay..."
Yang struggled for a minute to think of something to say. "Is that a good book?"
"Yes,"
"What's it about?"
"Isn't there anyone else on this airship that you can annoy?" Ilia snapped.
Yang held up both hands in surrender. "All right, I gotchu. I'll go talk to Ruby." She glanced at Blake and smiled again. "Talk later, Blake?"
"Sure," Blake muttered, annoyed. She turned a page in her book.
"Great, it's a date," Yang winked and turned back around.
Blake blinked, suddenly no longer able to focus on the words on the page. She glanced at Ilia out of the corner of her eye to see if she had heard what Blake had just heard, but she was fidgeting with something in her bag, so either she hadn't heard Yang, or she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary with her words. The girl had definitely called it 'a date' though. Had Blake just imagined it? Maybe Yang hadn't meant anything by it. Maybe she was just overreacting…
"Of course you're overreacting," she thought angrily, "everyone here is here to compete for the heart of Prince Jaune, for one reason or another." She sighed, and tried to focus on her book. "It was just the turn of phrase of an awkward, Prince-obsessed human bimbo…"