Chapter 3

Tw: same stuff from the previous chapters because this chapter includes all that from Blake's perspective.

"You want me to do what?" Blake rose an eyebrow.

"You heard me." Sun hopped back on a crate amongst the hidden white fang warehouse.

"It could actually work," Neptune added and leaned against the same crate, gently resting his head on his lover's thigh. "I heard from my informant that Jacques has been looking for a new 'pet' to gift his daughter. Something to keep her occupied and closeted."

"Gross," Blake commented.

"Incredibly so, but it is also rather opportune. Because we found out how to break the collars." Sun smirked.

"Ok, but what does that have to do with the Schnee heiress? If we can break the collars, why not just break into one of their compounds, disable all the collars, and stage a rebellion? We could free everyone."

"Yeah, and get captured again immediately. But this time, we'd lose the leader of the white fang a third and fourth time in the past three years."

Blake glared at Sun for his pessimistic talk.

"Look, I know you're used to Menagerie, but things are so much worse here. Grimm have been all over the city, the SDC is only capitalizing on everyone else's issues, and whenever a faunus steps out of line, it's a 'terrorist' charge- more than enough to end up a slave for life now."

"Then we need to bust them out!" Blake protested.

"Blake, it's not that simple!" Neptune snapped.

"You don't think we tried?" Sun punched the crate under him. "That's how we lost Sienna, and then Adam too!"

"At least one of them wasn't a real loss." Blake huffed.

"He's dead Blake." Ilia's soft voice informed as her camouflaged skin changed to reveal her.

"He's what?"

"The SDC killed them both in an effort to dissuade anyone else to lead the white fang. Blake… we're dying here." Ilia looked so small and scared, arms crossed over herself as she shook.

"Brothers…" Blake reeled.

"It's bad." Sun grimaced.

"That's why we need this," Neptune added. "Jacques wants a faunus girl to gift Weiss to keep her in the closet, and he's only getting less and less patient. He asked me three times last month to go back in the closet and publicly say his daughter 'turned me straight again'." Neptune made a face, and Sun's tail wrapped around his arm in a loving albeit mildly possessive gesture.

"Fine… what do I do?" Blake grumbled.

"You, you just have to look pretty," Sun smirked. "Well, look pretty and then go all badass murder huntress faunus and kidnap the Schnee heiress."

"We hold her for ransom, and Jacques will have to yield to our demands," Neptune suggested with a rather notable air of doubtful hope.

"And if he doesn't?" Blake pried at Neptune's uncertainty. She would do anything if it would help her people… but, she did need to know this would actually help.

"Then… we stoop to their level," Sun answered cold.

"No, we go lower." Ilia corrected in a grim tone.

"We…" Neptune stepped forward and away from Sun. "We have plans. Ones I'd rather not use… but… I can't watch this any longer. I can't be scared for… everyone any longer." Neptune clearly said everyone, but from how he looked back to Sun and the way he extended his hand to his faunus lover, it was clear Neptune meant Sun and Sun alone.

"And you're sure this'll work?"

"If you can knock her out and call me before she wakes up? I'll get you two on a plane back to Menagerie before Jacques even notices she's missing. No extradition. You'll be safe." Neptune turned to Sun. "And you, you'll be going with her."

"What? What the hell! No! No chance! I'm staying here to fight!"

"No, you aren't!" Neptune stomped his foot with zero leniency. "With Weiss gone, everything here will only get worse. There will be no safe. I can work from the inside. Tell Jacques what he needs to hear. But I need you back home and safe." With the softest gesture, he kissed his partner and hugged him tight. "You go home, and I'll be there as soon as I can."

"So? I just need to get this close enough to the collar and it'll shut off automatically?" Blake questioned as Sun walked her through the steps.

"Yeah. Normally it's got a special field that prevents the electronics from being fried with a good magnet, but this dust…" Sun stole back the vial. "It'll make a supercharged magnetic field, one strong enough to fry it regardless." He tossed the vial over to her. "Here, give it a try."

"So… what? Do you just expect me to hide this thing up my vag or something?" Blake huffed as she pored some out and quickly fried the collar.

"No… and yes." Sun winced. "We can put it into some nail polish. It'll be more than enough to fry it, but if Jacques tries to remove it…"

"Then I'm trapped as a Schnee's pretty little cat slave forever?" Blake frowned.

"No. Not forever." Sun denied quickly. "Neptune is friends with Weiss. If he doesn't get your call within two days, he will drop by and conveniently leave some by your cage."

"They're going to put me in a cage?" Blake gave a displeased look.

"Almost certainly. But, no longer than two days." Sun tried to cheer.

Blake nodded slowly, looking over the dust and the broken collar. "And you trust him?"

"Blake… I love him."

"But do you trust him?"

"Of course I do! It's Neptune. He… he's the same wholesome guy we went to beacon with."

"A lot's changed since then Sun. I wouldn't go near this with a ten-foot pole if it weren't for all our history at Beacon."

"I know what you're risking. I'd do it if I could, but-"

"No, no, I get it. Polish me up. Let's go." Blake forced a smile and readied herself for what would come soon.

"You're sure?" Neptune offered Blake one last out before it all began.

"Do I actually still have a chance to change my mind?" Blake laughed dryly.

"Of course you do Blake."

"A chance where you and Sun won't hate me forever- hate me for turning on my people?"

"It's not turning on us- well, them to not become a slave intentionally."

"You know what I mean." Blake frowned.

"No, it's still not too late," Neptune affirmed.

"Did you have to go ahead and say that?" Blake groaned. "Now there's no way in hell I can change my mind."

Neptune took a moment, grabbed Blake by her shoulders and forced her to look him in the eyes. "Thank you."

Blake looked away all too quickly. She swore never to fall down this road again, never to rejoin the white fang… but that had been years ago; almost a decade. Things were so much worse now. And she couldn't turn her back on all of her people. "Just… tell me one thing." She still couldn't look him in the eyes. Neptune didn't know what the white fang had been like all those years ago, he hadn't seen it, but she had, and she knew there was no pride to be found in it all; just more destruction. "This Weiss? She… she deserves it… right?"

"Deserves?"

"We're stooping to their level, right? Ilia… she said even lower."

Neptune nodded a little somber.

"So, whatever horrifying shit we're going to do to her? She deserves it?"

"You want the truth or the answer that will make this easier?" Neptune clearly feared the truth could change Blake's mind.

"I need the truth."

"I don't know. On paper? She's only garnered more power in the SDC over the past five years, but she's not lifted a single finger as her father manipulated all of Atlas into systematically enslaving the faunus to build the walls they'll be left outside of when the grimm come." Blake nodded along as Neptune continued. "Once upon a time? She was my friend. A good person, stuck up but a good sense of humor when it wasn't about her. I know she wouldn't have stood for this. But now she's too scared to stand up to her father; so she's ignored whatever conscience she had. I… don't even know if it's still there anymore."

Blake's nodding continued but slowed. "Ok."

"Ok as in… ?"

"As in, what law do I break to get deemed a 'terrorist'?"

"Uugh, there's a crosswalk a half block that way, and a SDC drone on every corner. Take off your ribbon and cross the street, and they'll tag you for j-walking with intend to interfere with the flow of traffic. That ought to be enough."

"Brothers… Atlas really has gone to shit."

"That is why we're doing this."

"Ok." And Blake stepped forward into her new life.

Getting captured? Stunningly easy. Getting chosen as the Schnee heiress's new fuck toy? Somehow, also incredibly easy. Blake was delighted when she got thrown into the cage with an identical collar to the one the dust had destroyed in the test run, and her nail polish was fully intact. What proved itself to be quite the challenge, however, was breathing! The tight collar certainly wasn't doing her any favors, but the real issue was the wrapping paper Jacques had surrounded the cage in. She'd barely noticed the thinning air at first, but as she felt the ground shaking from the squeaky wheel she was being rolled in on, she began to grow dizzy. She tried to poke a hole through the paper, but when her hand touched the cage's bars, she was instantly shocked. Fuck! It hurt! She gave up on trying to poke through it rather quickly after that pain, but before long she began to feel weak and collapsed onto the floor of her new cage.

Ears perked at the sound of the paper crinkling under hesitant hands. The cage had grown hot and stuffy, each breath felt almost like Blake was trying to breathe in water, no oxygen left to keep her going. Desperate when she spotted the first sign of light, she stuck her mouth to the opening and took as deep a breath as she could. Oxygen deprivation and the stress of it all had her judgment down. She immediately regretted her mistake. She was supposed to play the utterly compliant kitten until she had the privacy to remove the collar and then set up a trap and knock out Weiss. That was the whole point of this… but, with her lungs burning, she couldn't help but curse out the man who had trapped her like that. "Asshole!" A hoarse voice barked out from within the cage. "Ever hear about poking holes in the lid so the creature inside doesn't suffocate?"

"Oh, shut up, beast!" Immediately, the pain came. Blake wondered if they had done something either to the collar or her neck to make it hurt more. Realistically, they probably just made the shock a dangerously high wattage.

"Oouch, fuck." Blake whined and collapsed. It hurt. The burn still in her lungs, the reverberation of the charge shooting through burned-out nerves.

"I said shut up!"

Blake couldn't help as her body seized in the cage, but when she had control again, she was careful not to speak out. Staying on target was all that mattered. All she had to do was kidnap Weiss and they'd have a way to save all the faunus under the SDC. It was… an immense challenge, but, Blake managed to keep quiet after the second shock. The dizziness and pain from everything seemed to help with keeping quiet quite a bit. She found herself fading in and out as the Schnee family continued on jabbering.

"To- to my liking?"

"Yes, to your liking."

"I- what liking? And… does it really matter? I thought the only thing you liked your slaves to do was be seen scarcely and never heard?"

"Well, I don't intend to fuck mine." Jacques's words stunned Blake almost just as much as the shock collar had. Honestly, when she'd heard what Neptune said about Jacques getting Weiss a faunus to keep her closeted was a joke. Did the heiress actually intend to keep her as a personal fuck toy? Just a possession to exert her sexuality on?

"Dad!"

"Father!"

"Well, it's true."

"I know you know that I know this isn't just some college phase anymore, but phase or not, that doesn't mean we can have your tastes getting out into the public eye. Best way to do that? Keep a faunus of your own to satiate that, and call up-" Blake winced, initially for Weiss, then for whatever faunus would initially have been used as Weiss's pet if she hadn't been taken. At least doing this meant no one else would be forced into it- well, no one other than Weiss. That thought initiated some conflict in her stomach. Or more just reignited the same conflict from earlier doubts.

"Please not Cardin…" Cardin?

"Yes Cardin! What the hell is wrong with him?" Cardin? The racist ass hat from beacon?

"Well, I suggested you get on with that Neptune boy years ago, but you dilly-dallied and now he's proud and out as a faunus fucker." Holy shit, they did mean Cardin! It made some sort of sense, he lingered around the same social circles as the Schnees; the same anti faunus circles. If Weiss was really that afraid of being trapped with him, maybe she wasn't so horrible after all.

Still reeling from the term 'faunus fucker' Blake and Weiss's eyes met each other. Weiss seemed almost equally disgusted- though, for someone about to take up a faunus as a fuck pet, that seemed logical to Blake. What seemed less logical, was Weiss's evident exhaustion.

"They're a really sweet couple," Weiss murmured. Weiss was right. Blake was best friends with the two even since before the fall. They fell into their troubles after everything of the festival. The same issues that nearly shattered apart Ruby and Penny; and that killed any chance of Blake's budding romance with Yang. But, they made their way back together, and Blake had only been closer to them ever since.

"What was that?"

"I just… not Cardin, alright?"

"Fine, but now that you have this thing… To expunge those tendencies on, you'll not have more time to find a man; even if you don't act the part at home, I need you to find a husband for the public soon if you wish to take over soon."

"I- yes father." Blake's stomach turned further, any hint of empathy she had for the heiress and what she might soon endure evaporating quickly. She seemed far too ok with this, and what issues she did have with it seemed all too focused on its effects on her own life, rather than the gifted slave's.

"Good; Not as bad as it might seem. Your mother married for name, her father, and even me. You'll get accustomed to it." "Regardless!" "As for the outfit, I figured it fit, and, nothing wrong with showing off her assets a little; let you know what you've received." Blake had seldom had the time to think about the skimpy little bikini that had been forced onto her. It would have been cute if it were seven times the size and if she were back on the beaches of Menagerie, but being as it was winter in Atlas, it felt rather ridiculous. That feeling only amplified as the heiress looked back to her and began to leer at all of her curves. Blake was proud of her body. She was beautiful, and on most days she knew it rather well, but being leered at like… well like a fucking sex slave was by no means something she enjoyed.

Whitley snickered. "Looks like sister likes her new toy a little too much. You sure you don't want us to run so you can enjoy your new kitten?" Blake's stomach turned. If they left now, she'd either be robbed of time to plan a trap and have to risk just overpowering the heiress, or she'd have to stomach fucking her.

"No! No, of course not! We will not be leaving any time soon." Confusing, but it was a relief.

"What?"

"Come now princess! I'm four drinks deep! You can't expect me to drive home tonight. You have a perfectly comfortable guest room down the hall, and this way, we can all enjoy a good brunch before the business meeting in the morning." Fuck! Another whole day? Blake would have to play the eager pet a whole extra day? She wanted to force her way out of the damn cage that trapped her, but that wasn't really something she could do or something that would jive with the plan. "Come on Princess, you can wait to get dirty with your toy at least another day, can you not?" He laughed jovial, but shot her a pointed eye.

"Of- of course not father! I- I just… wasn't expecting…"

"Perfectly fine," Jacques announced, downing his drink. "Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll show myself to bed. It's been a long day, and we have an even longer meeting tomorrow. The council needs to approve the vote on… alternative discipline methods for the still rebelling captive faunuses." Blake stifled and quieted a snicker under her breath. There was something beautifully ironic that while they planned how to abuse the faunus people, she'd be planning the Schnee heiress's kidnapping.

"More?"

"I'm sorry, but did you not see your new toy lash out even with the collar on?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or are you simply not up to the task… these things are important for the Schnee Dust Company." He announced the name with all his bloated drunken pride on display.

"O- of course I am up for it." Weiss stammered. "And… I- what about dinner? Weren't we supposed to get-"

"I'll buy us all a nice brunch in the morning; for now I am tired. Happy birthday. Enjoy your new pet."

"I- and… The kitten." Gross. Blake had been called that plenty of times before, but in a cage, with a shock collar? Yes, it felt infinitely more disgusting. "Has she eaten yet? Does she need dinner?"

"I don't know. She ate yesterday, so she could last till you get home from work tomorrow." Blake's stomach growled. He was right, she'd not eaten in quite a while, and the topic of food only brought hunger back to the forefront of her mind. Maybe she should cook herself something while they were all off at the meeting they mentioned. She'd need her strength to subdue the heiress quietly.

"I take it you'll be staying the night too?"

"What? Are you actually so impatient to fuck your new little slut?" Whitley sneered and approached Blake and her cage. He kneeled next to her, eyes leering disgustingly. "You think father would hook me up with one of these if he finds me fucking some boy toy?" Blake wanted to spit in his face, grab him by the nostrils and ruin that shit-eating little smirk of his.

"Do you need to be soooo gross?" Weiss shook her head. The look in her eyes made Blake think back to what Neptune had said. It did seem like there might have been a good person with a decent sense of humor in there. But… knowing what else she knew, that felt… far away at best.

"No, then I'd probably get a little twink faunus boy."

"Whitley."

"Not necessarily the worst thing, especially if he's this pretty."

"I'm going to make dinner for her and I. Do you want anything?"

"Ohh, do you have kibble for her? I'd like to watch her eat it!" Some sick portion of Blake decided in that moment that if she was once forced to eat kibble, Weiss would be lucky to eat anything that didn't come out of a can or a bag with the picture of a cat or a dog on it for the duration of her time held captive.

"Gross, she'll have whatever I have. Now, do you want any or no?"

"You got a steak house in there? Chef and all? Cause I was expecting father to take us somewhere nice."

"No steak house, but I did prepare some salmon in case father decided I should cook for my birthday like last year." Blake couldn't help the way her ears perked up. Salmon had grown rarer as of late; for the people of Menagerie, it might as well have been a delicacy. Grimm had grown bolder in recent years and the seas had never been the safest to begin with, so salmon fishing was truly a danger. And with the amount of cat faunus? Even Blake's family could rarely afford it.

"Ha! Your new kitten looks so excited! She knows she's going to be spoiled." Whitley cheered.

"I don't much consider this being spoiled." Weiss frowned as she pulled out the prepped fish. Brothers, it smelled phenomenal. Blake could already hear her stomach growling. "I- I'm sorry, what is your name?"

Had Weiss just asked… Blake looked up to the heiress, wide-eyed, and shocked that the Heiress had actually asked.

"Well! Answer her!" Whitley hit the bars of the cage harshly. "Dumb cat!" He turned back to his sister. "Where'd dad leave the remote. I want to shock her! Teach her some damn manners!"

"I! No!" Weiss yelped, turning hastily to take it.

"Hey! Give it here, just one! Show her to talk when she's told to!" The brother rushed Weiss and tried to snatch the remote away.

"No! Whitley! Stop! I! Fuck- forget it!" Weiss grumbled and grabbed her scroll, placing it and the remote together. The two fumbled with the scroll and the remote, but Blake couldn't make out much about what she was seeing. "There! Now only my scroll can do it! Good luck figuring out my code." Weiss huffed and threw them both down on the counter.

"Are you fucking kidding me! Fine, I'll just discipline her the traditional way!" Whitley stormed off and towards Blake.

Blake panicked for a moment. What the hell was the 'old-fashioned way? What was Whitley going to do? She caved. "Blake! My name's Blake!"

"Better!" Whitley smiled. Blake wanted to puke.

"Blake, when was the last time you ate?" Weiss asked polite and caring; a tone Blake hadn't expected of her.

"I- breakfast yesterday." Blake coughed out, still caught off guard.

"And do you like fish? Salmon in specific?"

"Yes. Very much so." Blake nodded. She loathed to admit it, but for such a perfect looking cut of salmon? She might have swallowed her pride and volunteered for this mission, faunus freedom or no.

"Good. We'll have dinner ready for us soon."

"You're no fun." Whitley pouted.

"Here." Weiss offered up the smallest fillet to Whitley.

"Uugh, gross! I hate fish." He stuck out his tongue.

"Fine then, Blake's not eaten in far too long." Weiss pushed the fillet off to the third of three plates she made. "She could certainly use the extra." Blake nearly began to drool.

"Wait! What? You're going to give it to the faunus! That's a two hundred lien cut of salmon."

"Yeah, any cheaper and dad would have cursed me out for not treating the family."

"Fine then! I'll eat it!" If Blake hadn't been trapped in the cage, she'd have been willing to fight the preppy boy for the extra portion.

"No, you hate fish, remember?" Weiss gave a light huff, and Blake couldn't help but smile to herself. The heiress really did have a sense of humor.

"What?"

"Just order a pizza or something if you're so hungry."

"No! Give me the salmon!"

"You just said you didn't want it!"

"Yeah, of course, I didn't want it when I thought it would be leftovers or just thrown in the trash."

"Oh shut up."

"Give it to me, or I'll tell father what you're feeding your new slave!"

Weiss stopped just a step short of delivering Blake her meal. Blake could see her whole salmon dinner slipping away right then and there. "Fine! Have your damn fish!" She stormed back over and dropped the extra filet plain on the table in front of him, no plate, no napkin.

"Thank you." Whitley smirked.

"Whatever." Weiss huffed. She walked over to Blake's cage There was trouble getting the plate through, but a little finagling, and Blake actually got a good meal. Even if it wasn't the double portion of decadence she'd been eyeing.

"Thanks," Blake whispered thanks and moved to devour the filet by hand. It shocked her how honest her thanks had been. She really did appreciate the meal, even if she felt like a savage about to eat it with her bare hands.

"I- wait!" Weiss interrupted.

Blake looked up, a fearful look on her face. Could this small treat really be taken from her already?

"I- first off, be careful, don't eat too fast. And… uugh." She revealed a knife and fork in her hand just outside the cage. "I can give you this knife and fork, but please don't use it to stab me or anything later?"

Blake nodded and smiled. She almost felt guilty for a moment. It wasn't quite right to take them if she was going to use them to assault and knock out Weiss later. But, she figured it'd be a moral wash if she gave it back and used some other weapons to assist in her dirty work.

"Ok, here you go. I- don't hurt yourself. Eat slow." Weiss warned again with far more concern than Blake saw as predictable of the heiress who seemed to be taking to owning a new slave a little too well.

The salmon was phenomenal. There were few things Blake had ever eaten so perfect. It almost helped her forget where she was and why. She loathed Whitley all the more for not eating his. She felt a little better when she spotted Weiss boxing it up to be eaten another time, but she still despised that it couldn't be eaten fresh.

"Ahh! I'm tired." Whitley yawned. "Sure you don't want to let me steal your bed for the night?"

"No thank you, enjoy the couch; better yet, go home! It's not like you and dad drove here in the same car."

"Couch it is." Whitley sighed.

"Good, and help me get Blake into my room in the meantime."

"Her cage is on wheels."

"Just help." Blake thought it was all stupid. If they just let her out, she could walk, but… she understood that wasn't much the point. The point was to humiliate and belittle her by forcing her to stay in this useless cage.

"Whatever." Whitley followed and assisted Weiss.

Not long after Whitley left, Weiss spoke up while getting prepared for bed. "Hey, sorry about… well, my brother's a dick. You won't ever have to deal with him again tho."

"Uugh, thanks?" Blake answered unsure.

"Again, I'm sorry about that." Weiss emerged, her hair down and nightgown flowing prettily. Blake couldn't help but think she was kind of pretty for a Schnee scumbag. "I- uugh, I saved the extra salmon he didn't eat tho. If you want it tonight, I can grab it for you? Or I can just save it for tomorrow? You seemed to enjoy it?"

"It was good. Maybe tomorrow." Blake answered quiet and calm. A moment of awkward silence passed, she offered up the silverware she had been given earlier. "And, thanks for not making me eat… like a cat."

"Course not." Weiss shook her head. The heiress looked disgusted, but Blake explained that to herself with the logic that the Schnee probably feared using the same fork, a faunus had. Writing such an overzealous story in her head made proceeding with her plans easier. Weiss left for a moment to put the silverware away, and it wasn't long before Blake realized how cold the heiress's room was. Weiss must have left a window open or something because before long Blake felt herself shivering. She didn't normally get cold so easily, but then again, she usually had actual clothes to keep her warm; not the nipple pasties with string Jacques had given her.

"I- are you cold?" Weiss questioned almost as soon as she reentered.

Had Weiss really just asked if she was cold? Sure, Blake was chilly, but she wasn't at risk of hypothermia or anything- something she was fully aware that the Schnees carelessly ignored to the point that many faunus had died before.

"Course you are." Weiss sighed. "Give me a second, I'll find you something… Are you more of a nightgown girl, bra and panties, or tank and soft pajama pants type of girl?"

"What?" Blake coughed out.

"How do you like to sleep normally?" Weiss called back from inside what Blake could only assume was a closet.

"I… have a robe- well… had." Blake sighed. She missed her soft robe. It was probably sitting on the tarmac by one of the white fang's stolen jets, just waiting for her to escape with the heiress and retreat to the safety of Menagerie.

"Uugh, I have a nice fluffy one if that's alright? Maybe an oversized t-shirt with it?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Blake agreed. Oversized anything sounded pretty nice after the tight bikini.

"Good good. That… bikini is cute and all, but ridiculous."

"Yes, yes. It is."

"Sorry. And… I'm extra sorry because I can't take off the collar, but if you want, you can sleep in the bed. There's no need of the cold hard cage." Weiss leaned in and unlocked the cage.

"You… want me to sleep with you?" Blake reeled but did her best to subdue her outrage. Calm! Obedient! Subservient! Remember? She needed to play the part of the good little pet. This whole operation hinged on her playing the part and Weiss being caught off guard when she attacked.

"We can split the sheets if you want?" Weiss shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I need my sleep tonight for work tomorrow, so I can't just pass up the bed entirely. If you aren't comfortable with it, I can get you down some of my extra pillows and blankets. It'll probably work out to be more comfortable than my couch is for Whitley even if you're on the floor."

"I…" Blake hesitated. It was more than she'd expected. She imagined the night would see her still stuck in the cage- that she'd have to pick the lock while Weiss was out at her meeting tomorrow. Being out of the cage was a real boon to the plan, and if she did this… it could go a good while to lowering Weiss's guard. But was it really worth it?

"Whichever you are more comfortable with."

"I- I can join you in the bed," Blake answered before she'd really even decided.

"Ok, here's your shirt and robe. I hope they work for you?" Weiss offered the clothing up and ran away into the bathroom or something. Blake appreciated the privacy.

"They fit, nice and soft."

"Fantastic." Weiss smiled for a moment before the happy expression fell. "I- I'm sorry, I really do need to sleep now. We really should… talk about all this, but I'm in a bit of a rush with work and finishing school. Tomorrow? After I get home?" Weiss suggested.

Blake just nodded and slipped into the bed just behind Weiss.

"I'd be surprised if you can with all this, but… I hope you sleep well." Weiss whispered before slipping off to sleep.

"Yeah… ok with this… I'm definitely ok with this… I have to be."

End of Chapter 3

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