A/N: I'm back, to post another chapter and disappear for two more weeks. Jokes aside, I appreciate all the love I've been getting on this story, and I do wish I could update faster. Enjoy.

Weiss's existence has become orders of magnitude more confusing over the past few days. It used to be nothing more than studying, resisting the urge to murder her teammates, and figuring out vast ancient conspiracies trying to undermine the very fabric of civilization. Now, even studying has taken a back burner to figuring out what everyone's problem is and why all that has to do with her.

Blake is upset with her, and when Blake is upset with someone she's so passive-aggressive that Weiss doesn't have a hope of figuring out what the issue is by talking to her. She tried saying hello, and Blake coughed deliberately and looked down her nose at Weiss, before walking away rather quickly. Being snooty was supposed to be Weiss's job.

There's only one way to get to the bottom of all this. Weiss has to go talk to Sun. He's Blake's friend, and Blake might have talked to him.

It takes twenty minutes of work for her to actually track him down, but fairly soon the security camera footage has narrowed down his location to one hallway. Weiss catches up with him and puts her rapier to his throat, just in case he gets startled and tries to fight her.

"Whoa! Hey, Weiss –" Sun attempts to shuffle away from the point of her sword, currently an inch away from his neck, but Weiss planned things well, and has him pinned into a corner.

"What's going on with Blake?" Weiss asks, in a perfectly reasonable tone that clearly implies that she's not trying to kill him, and might even let him go if he answers.

"Was it really necessary to point a sword at me to ask that?" Sun asks. Evading the question. So he does know something.

"So you do know something," Weiss says, and (accidentally, she swears) swishes Myrtenaster far enough that it grazes Sun's chin. "Tell me everything."

"Are you insane?" Sun yelps. "Why are you threatening me with a sword?"

Ugh, people these days. They can't even answer a few simple questions when they're in a tiny bit of mortal danger.

Weiss reluctantly puts down her rapier. Sun immediately tries to run away, but she blocks his escape route by standing in front of him.

"Care to answer my questions?"

Sun throws his hands into the air overdramatically.

"Blake is upset because you and Yang kissed. Is that a good enough answer? Can I get to the class I'm already ten minutes late for?"

"How does Blake know about that?" Weiss demands. Sun shrugs.

"Well, I certainly didn't tell her. I didn't tell anyone. So it must have been Yang. That sneak, going around kissing her poor teammates and then bragging about it!"

"I know, she's the worst," Sun hastily agrees. Weiss gives him a suspicious glare, since he's always seemed to get along decently with Yang, and he gives her a twinkly grin that's far too innocent. Ah, well, Weiss is too angry to worry about that.

"I am sick of Yang Xiao Long and her – lesbian seductions!"

"Oh, definitely. She's off lesbian-seducing all over the place, shame on her."

Weiss stares at Sun, who smiles again, but this time he looks nervous.

"Why does Blake care if her teammates kissed?" she asks, and Sun freezes.

"How should I know? She's – that's just Blake, you know how she is, she doesn't tell anyone why she thinks what she thinks." Sun tries to slip away again, but Weiss grabs him by the collar and slams him back into the lockers.

"Tell me!" she screams into his face. Weiss has been blessed with an exceptionally loud, shrill scream, and she is not afraid to use it as a method of torture.

"Hey, bro, what's going on over here?"

Weiss hastily lets go of Sun and pushes her hair out of her face, turning around to meet Neptune's eyes as if she hasn't just been violently interrogating his best friend. Appearances are everything, and the Schnees are nothing if not good at looking like they haven't just been doing extremely evil things.

"Hello," she says cheerfully. "Fancy seeing you here."

Neptune gives Weiss a weird look, like he knows exactly what she's doing and isn't impressed.

"That's great," he mutters, then politely shifts her aside. "Hey, Sun! How are you?"

"Excuse me," Weiss snaps. "I was having a conversation with Sun, and I'd like to continue it."

"That was a conversation?" Sun says, and Weiss scowls at him. Both of them were speaking, so by definition it was a conversation. Barely even an interrogation.

"You still haven't told me why Blake's upset about – the event."

"I don't know!" Sun shouts into her face, and while he could use some practice and his voice cracks at least twice, he is well on his way to cultivating a truly epic scream. Weiss is still offended.

"The event? What's going on?" Neptune asks.

This is getting out of hand. All Weiss needed was a simple answer, and now people she'd really prefer didn't know about the event – that's all Weiss is going to call it, even mentally – are getting involved.

"Nothing," she says swiftly. "Why don't you continue on to the class you're already late for. I'll be on my way."

As soon as Weiss is around the corner, she launches into an undignified sprint. It takes her several minutes to remember that she can move considerably faster with her glyphs, but by then she's far too winded to consider any course of action besides leaning on the wall and wondering where it all went wrong.

Clearly, nobody is going to tell her what's wrong with Blake. Weiss has two options: she can ignore Blake, or she can try to convince Blake to open up to her. Weiss can be very nice when she wants to be, and she's rich, and the combination of those two factors and a dose of ingenuity will have Blake falling at her feet and confessing her darkest secrets in no time.