Chapter 8
Weiss's feet hurt. Years of practicing combat in heels, and she had never regretted them so much. The sun had almost set, and somewhere amongst storming out of beacon's halls and into the forests, she had successfully gotten lost. "Damnit!" Weiss cursed under her breath, exhaustion setting in. Maybe storming off into the woods who knows were wasn't her best idea of the month. Drained and tired of going around in circles for the tenth time, Weiss forfeited and kicked off her shoes. Maybe it was preordained that she would end up at the same lake so many times. It did seem pretty nice, and at least… Weiss was relatively certain that this was the same lake she kept coming across.
With a huff and a swing of her hair back over her shoulder, Weiss marched to the edge of the lake, just enough to soak her feet. Maybe that would help ease her exhaustion. The heiress plopped down, sitting just outside the water's reach, but with her feet still sinking slightly further into the sand under the water. Toes wiggled under the sand, feeling water fill back in the holes in the sand she created. Maybe getting lost wasn't all bad? She did need some time off, personal time, off and away from everything; away from that liar!
Offhandedly, Weiss grabbed one of the hundreds of rocks around her before tossing it across the water, garnering a whole pitiful three skips. "Lying bitch." She cursed as thoughts of Blake brought a shimmer she would never acknowledge to her eyes.
In what was not Weiss's finest moment, the heiress silently wished Blake were hurting just as much as her, more, worse, so much worse. She needed to know Blake was hurting, that the faunus suffered for what she had done, the deceit she perceived Blake to have perpetrated. Or… maybe she just needed to know that Blake missed what they had lost just as much as she did?
Weiss shook her head, certain that would get rid of all the silly thoughts like that she could ever care if Blake missed her too. Outrageous! Unacceptable! What Blake felt didn't matter! She was just a lying dirty faunus! But… even she didn't believe that. All the evidence pointing towards that it had all been lies, that Blake had been playing her… but… Weiss grabbed another rock and tossed it with all her might, managing a mighty zero skips. But some part of her didn't really believe Blake could have been lying the whole time. Maybe the orgasms could have been faked or hidden, sure, but there was no faking everything else. No falsifying those timid kisses they had shared… And at the end of the day, no part of her believed anything about Blake was 'dirty'.
Weiss cringed at the fact that she had used such a word, that she had used it on Blake of all people. Frustrated, more with herself than anything or anyone else, Weiss grabbed another rock. Tossing it up in the air and gently juggling the sole rock in the air. With a deep breath, she tossed it with more restraint than any of the others, catching sight of a good ten or twelve skips at least.
"Damnit Blake…" Weiss cursed emptily. Fourteen skips came next. "W- why did you have to- WHO LIES ABOUT THAT!" Anger and pain surged through her before another two skip plop. As the rock sunk into completely calm waters save all the trouble Weiss had brought to them, the heiress allowed herself to collapse. Head all but colliding with her knees, Weiss broke into heavy sobs, yielding to all the emotions striking at sore and exposed nerves all weekend. Thoroughly secluded from what she thought to be all else in the world, Weiss allowed herself a disgusting and indulgent ugly cry.
Night had officially fallen by the time that Weiss's crying ebbed. Stomach grumbling, chest sore from heavy sobs, her whole body growing cold from how at tome point she had laid back and the ground lost its heat, Weiss stumbled back to her feet. Nearly falling as she struggled to slip on her boots once more, Weiss eventually found steady footing, even if it was on exhausted legs.
The heiress was just about to open her scroll to either assist her in finding her way back or to simply call Penny and have the robot woman assist her in the trip home when she heard something. Initially, she feared it to be the sound of a grimm. They were known to inhabit these woods, and sure she had her Myrtenaster with her, but already exhausted and weary from a far too long day while alone? Not the best recipe for success against a grimm, especially the multitude that could have been attracted by her turbulent emotions and breakdown.
"Yes, yes… right~" A voice came through clearer but still in a whisper, no longer seeming as just a grunt or a growl.
"What!" Weiss huffed, removing her hand from Myrtenaster's hilt.
"Ok, ok, umm…" Weiss could almost swear she heard paper ruffling as the voice she had a hard time finding the owner of panted heavily. "Ok, ok. It's just short, short, long, short, short, short, long, short, long, short, short. Wait ten minutes, long, long, short." Weiss knew that voice… hell, she knew that code! It was… it was!
"Yang!" Weiss yelled only a moment before she heard a moan and the sensation hit. Crumpling to her knees to not fall flat on her face, Weiss brought forth every curse the world may ever know under her breath.
"What!?" Yang's voice called back breathless.
"Yang!?" Weiss yelled somehow even more accusatory.
"W- Weiss? I- what the hell are you doing out here?" Yang yanked the blanket she had brought out with her over her bare core as her eyes darted around, trying to locate where her team mate's voice was coming from.
"You- you are masturbating? Out here? In code?"
"Wait, you are the dumbass who hasn't understood basic morse code?"
"Dumbass!?" Weiss zeroed in on the blonde instantly as her existence fueled with raw fury to direct her. "Dumbass!" She steamed, drawing out her weapon. "Dumbass!"
"I've been doing this for months! God, how long should it take? And what's up with the twice in a row thing on Friday nights? At least I had a code and stuck to it." Yang griped, hopping to her feet with not a care in the world for the fact that she wore nothing from below the waist.
"You- you've been cumming twice in a row on Friday nights?"
"I, well, yeah. I think once or twice it was three times? This past Friday it was just the one though"
"Oh my god, Blake!"
"Does all this have something to do with Ruby asking about our dad and how his soulmates changed?"
"It's not just an old wive's tale." Weiss went white as snow, pale, and struck with the reality of what had occurred.
"No, course not it-"
"Which way back to Beacon!"
"Huh? Wait, are we not going to talk about this? You are my sou-"
"I will deal with you later!" Weiss brandished her sword threateningly. "But now! I need you to tell me which way to get home to Beacon! B- Blake needs me."
"West, due west, about two miles." Yang rose her hands in an attempt to not get stabbed.
"We will talk about this later." Weiss glared, turning ever so slightly on her heels as her semblance revved up and assisted her in picking up speed on the sprint back towards Beacon.
"Like this?"
"Mhmm, close! So close!" Velvet groaned.
"More?"
"L- less. Ah! A little to the left!"
"Here?" Ilia tested cautious.
"Better!"
"My hand is getting tired." Ilia warned.
"Up, up, up! Just a little more. Right there! Right there Oh god it's perfect! Don't stop! Don't stop! So close!" Velvet cheered in pure joy as she caught it just right!
"You got the picture?" Ilia's eyes flickered back to Velvet, checking, but not wanting to ruin the pose she had been trying so hard to perfect.
"Got it!" Velvet checked the picture once more before tackling Ilia out of her pose presenting her weapon.
"Hey! Don't attack a girl while she's holding a weapon!"
"Attack? I hugged you!" Velvet snuggled into Ilia with enough vigor to knock the faunus over and onto the common room's couch.
"This, this is the definition of an attack. And lord am I weak to it." Ilia nuzzled back into the other woman.
At that, Velvet decided it time to launch an all-out war by simply looking up and pressing her lips to Ilia's.
"Velvet." Ilia mumbled into the other faunus's lips as she began to kiss back, immediately turning something innocent to something desperate.
"I think I like attacking this way." Velvet cheered into the kiss, returning everything Ilia gave.
"Where is she! Where is she!" Weiss came charging in with so much speed, Ilia initially thought she wouldn't be able to stop in time.
"Huh?" Both the faunuses turned their heads to see Weiss panting, white dress stained with green from tree branches she couldn't have cared enough to avoid colliding with on the way back; that would have involved taking longer to get back home, something Weiss simply wouldn't accept.
"Blake! She, where!"
"I- my room, last time I saw?" Ilia answered.
"Thank you!" Weiss barely had an opportunity to get out her thanks before she was gone and lost.
"What happened?" Ilia's eyes widened, attempting to take in the dramatic shift from the last time she had seen the heiress.
"I still don't exactly know what happened between them? They seemed to be doing well together in class after the game night we all did, but then all of a sudden Blake wasn't in classes today and I walked in on you and Weiss talking."
"It's a long story, but… it seems like we might be spending a lot of time together from now on, so…" Ilia smiled with her eyes flickering between her core and Velvet's.
"Time to spare." Velvet settled in, snuggling tight to Ilia for storytime.
Weiss staggered, having twisted both of her ankles through the sprinting to get out of the woods. Between that, her exhausted existence and the heels she swore she would swap for flats if only she could finally find Blake, the heiress barely kept herself upright. Entirely out of aura, she stumbled to Blake and Ilia's dorm room. In nonuniform slugged patterns, she knocked on the dorm room door. Then again, and again, but no answer. Nothing came from behind the door, not even a whimper. "Blake." She spoke up. "Blake, it's me. Open the door." She called for the faunus as she rested her head against the cool metal covered in a fake wood decal to make it look nicer. "I- it's me, Weiss, you- your soulmate. So, so please open the door." Her voice wavered as she began to realize how much she had done wrong, how much she had hurt her soulmate; how this time. How it was Blake who had the choice to accept the apology or not, to listen, or to leave Weiss out in the cold as she had done to the faunus all too easily.
"Blake please! I'm so sorry! Blake!" Weiss tried again, tears forming in her eyes once more. "I should have believed you, I- I'm so sorry I didn't." Weiss banged unceremoniously on the door to an empty metal clang; a sound that felt all too apropos. "Blake! Blake! Please! Please just talk to me. I- this, it is all my fault. So, so please just talk to me. We can-" Weiss's pleads caught in her throat as she realized that if Blake hadn't come to the door yet, she never would. Whatever they had… What if Weiss already destroyed it? The heiress collapsed into the door, slipping down to the ground by it.
If she had done so much damage that Blake wouldn't open the door, Weiss would just have to wait till Ilia returned and opened it for her. Then, then she could at least plead her case in person; or give one earnest apology and a goodbye.
End of Chapter 8
So! As has been the trend with this fic, I am posting one extra chapter ahead for free elsewhere, and then there are another 5 chapters beyond that that you can find on the web somewhere... hint hint, the links will be on my Tumblr: hopefulbadgerjunara
