Chapter 8
Often, when someone asks you to take a walk with them, you walk. But Ashe isn't sure if she should consider it a walk. Ozpin just led her toward the elevators down the hall. At least after she washed and cleaned herself up. It wouldn't do well to look like a raccoon with dark spots under her eyes.
Not like she looked that much better.
On the bright side, he told her there was no need for any school supplies. So, it looks like she's already getting a half day of school.
Wonderful.
Before long the elevator hummed to life for just a moment. He gave her a side glance and smile before exiting out. It was a strange room. Fitting for a strange man. Though it was obvious to recognize that this was his office.
Ashe gazed up in wonder at the soft humming of gears clicking throughout the room. It kind of reminded her of a clock tower. Even the floor was see-through with gears below. There was even a second-floor balcony that circled the room with a full view of the school and city in the distance. The large window panel behind his desk was a nice touch though. It was a half clock that ticked in a soothing tune.
"Ms. Souris, please have a seat at my desk." The sudden voice of Ozpin forced her out of the curious gaze. Straightening her hat once more, Ashe finds Ozpin with two freshly brewed mugs upon his desk. Her nose twitched at the gear inspired desk. It was a half-circle, made of glass, and held gears between the frames. "I insist before the beverages turn cold. Much more exquisite when they are warm."
In her approach, Ashe notices a solar system design upon the ceiling. It was also made up of gears. Just what is the point of it all? Ozpin prepared a chair for her near his own seat on the side. He allows her sit before him, sliding the mug within reach.
A few strands of her hair shift out of position while gazing into her reflection within the dark liquid. The silence is beginning to crawl within her mind. Why hasn't Ozpin said anything yet? He hasn't even questioned about what happened. Isn't this the part where he interrogates her or demands answers? Ashe's thoughts begin wonder in circles, driving her mad. The gears click throughout the room. Why did he bring her to his office and then offer her something to drink? Her eyes clenched shut as her hands tighten further in a shaking grip. So many thoughts are whirling within her mind.
She doesn't want to think. Say something. Don't let her thoughts wander. She's afraid and doesn't know when another memory will break through. And stop that damn clicking, it's growing into a battle drum within her head.
"That reminds me." Ashe whirls in startled shock toward Ozpin with a soft gasp. When did her breathing become so labored and quick? "You missed out on lunch, didn't you?" Ashe stares toward Ozpin owlishly as her honey coated eyes flicker toward his empty desk in confusion.
Her stomach was feeling empty, yet hunger was the last thing on her mind. "Mm…yes?"
"Yes, yes, you must be quite famished." Swirling his chair slightly toward his left, his foot taps against the ground with a soft click. A secret button hidden on the floor. The ground slowly raises into a filing cabinet under his desk with multiple cubbies. A twinkle glistens within his brown eye with a grin. "This will be our little secret."
Ashe furrows her brows in confusion as Ozpin reaches toward the bottom drawer. He then pulls out a pink colored box and sets it upon his desk. Ozpin motions to open the box but comes to a sudden stop. He tilts his head toward Ashe with a mischievous grin upon his lips. "Don't tell the other professors about this."
What is she supposed to say? Just what is going on right now. Her brow furthers deeper into a nod with uncertainty. Why did he bring her here? "Excellent!" With a quick woosh of his arms, he pulls off the pink lid and gently sets it to the side of his desk. Reaching into the box with a childish smile, he hums delightfully before pulling out his object of affection.
A muffin.
"Oh~ A banana chocolate chip, one of my favorites~ Then again, they are all my favorites~"
Ashe was shutting down. Here was the Headmaster of Beacon Academy in his office. Gushing over affectionately toward muffins while munching away like a child. This shouldn't be his priority right now. Muffins should be the last thing on his mind. Ashe clenches her teeth. She's growing angry. What's going on? Why isn't he questioning her? Why is she just sitting here? Why did he offer her a drink and now enjoying a batch of muffins without a care?
Nothing is making sense!
Ozpin holds the box at a slight angle to show Ashe the muffins like a display. "What kind would you like? I have chocolate chip, blue berry, raspberry, and banana nut." Ozpin hums quietly before looking into the box himself, "Never mind about the banana nut, I want that one."
Ashe snapped, "Why aren't you questioning me?!" She has had enough. Just get on with it already. Stop beating around the bush. Her fingers clawed into her knees, stressing herself out.
She had a freak out in front of her new professor. She ran out like a bat from hell and only caused him more problems. The first day hasn't even ended yet. She has been nothing but a thorn in his side since he apprehended her back in Vale. Time and time again Ozpin had to gone out of his way for her. She can't look at him. He should be doing what any proper leader would do with her.
"Why aren't you interrogating me?!" Instead of answering her, he remains silent. There it is again. That damn clicking of gears. Shut up, shut up, shut up. "Answer me!"
"Ms. Souris, do you truly believe I should be interrogating you right now?"
Ashe balks at his retort, slamming her hand upon the desk, her mug jumbles. "What kind of question is that?! Obviously! You are the headmaster of Beacon, I am an anomaly, an unknown. For all you know, I could be a danger to you and everyone around me." Her hand claws onto the glass in a screech. "Why do you keep helping me? I don't understand."
Nothing is making sense.
Ozpin didn't turn her in during the fiasco in Vale. He offered her an opportunity to enroll into Beacon Academy. Then he bought her a few necessities for her living and delivered them to her locker. He no doubt paid for them out of his own money. Ozpin then went out of his way to make room for her after she passed, even when there was an uneven number of students and caused an upheaval of the system. Now, she had a freak out on the very first day, and not only that. It was in front of a professor. A leader will naturally bring it all into question.
Interrogation.
That's what he would have done.
Yet, here she is. Sitting at his desk with her at his side, and he gave her a warm drink. Then Ozpin offered her a muffin, of her choice. "I don't understand."
With a silent gaze, Ozpin sighs quietly as he turns his chair to face her. "Ms. Souris, there are plenty of reasons why I choose not to. Allow me to state the most obvious and simplest of reasons. First, say I was to interrogate you, would you even answer any questions I ask you about your past? Truthfully and whole heartedly at that."
The tightening of her muscles was all the answer that he needed. No, she wouldn't want to utter a word about her past at all. "Now, this is only an educated guess. But from what Professor Oobleck has seen and I heard within your dorm. Your nightmares are a form of trauma and withdrawal from your past."
Ah, so he was listening in after all.
"Knowing that, even if I forced you to talk and answer questions about your past. What would happen? Most obviously, you would go into shock and possibly worse. Which will lead me to where? A distressed and suffering young woman, and I would still have no answers. There would be absolutely no merit in such a course of action." Ozpin reaches toward his mug for a quick sip.
Ashe cringes at his logical reasoning. It was sound and extremely accurate. But that still leaves more questions unanswered. She leans forward with her hands upon her knees as her bell chimes quietly, "But that still doesn't answer the other questions. Why are you helping me? What do you have to gain from this? I have been nothing but a burden and liability." The first official day isn't even over yet. She couldn't even make it to lunch.
She really can't do anything right.
Ozpin presses his fingers together before him, "Ms. Souris, whenever you speak of and about yourself, I have found it always to be in the negative. You may have your reasons for such a point-of-view, and perhaps they could be valid in your eyes. I will not attempt to say that I understand nor that you are wrong about yourself, for I do not know."
He then leans forward with a kind twinkle within his eye as he props his elbows upon his knees and gives her a small, but neutral smile. "But what I do know, is that when I look at you. I see a young woman who is scared and terrified. Always looking over her shoulder, and thinking not once, nor twice, but thrice before accepting any kind of aid. Even if it is the smallest of help. And yes, you also seem to have anxieties, nightmares that haunt you from your past, and lack even the smallest of social interaction experiences."
She flinches at every statement. Like a burning blade stabbing into her soul. He was picking and opening old wounds that she is well aware of. Ashe couldn't help but wilt at each accusation. Because each statement was true. It's painful. It hurts so much for him to point out her flaws. Her heart aches within her chest. She knows, she knows fully well about her flaws and imperfections. But, to hear it from someone else again.
It's depressing.
She feels a warm hooked finger gently tap at her chin and forces her watery gaze up, she finds a warm and kind smile upon Ozpin's lips. "Yet, when I look deeper. I see a young woman, who despite all her imperfections, her flaws, and despite the horrors that haunt her. A young woman, who has persevered and thrived. Someone who did not back down, no matter how many times she struggled during her short time here."
Ozpin releases his finger from under her chin as he rests it atop her hand. "I see potential. Potential that no one has ever given a chance. I on the other hand, Ms. Souris, wish to give that potential a chance. That is why I am helping you." Retracting his hand, Ozpin gives a soft shrug. "Whether that choice is correct or not, that has yet to be seen."
Ashe stared up toward Ozpin, her vision swims with pools of tears in the corner of her eyes. Yet the tears do not fall. They were not in happiness or sadness. They were tears of frustration and stress. Because it is impossible for Ashe to accept his words so easily.
"I have…heard pretty words…throughout my entire life, Headmaster Ozpin." Her fingers grasp onto the hem of her skirt, "I apologize…but I find it difficult to fully trust your words. Especially from someone in your position of power. You at least, deserve me to be honest and upfront with you." Ashe clenches onto her fabric as she peers into his chocolate colored eyes behind those spectacles.
"I've heard it before. Lived it. Being told I was special. That I had potential and I would make the world a better place. Pretty words. But that's all they were. In the end, I was stripped of my humanity and turned into just a pawn. A tool." Anger fills into the void of her heart. Her teeth grit at the betrayals she has suffered. He told her that she had so much potential, but Ashe was just a failure in the end.
Time and time again.
No, she won't just trust so easily into honey-coated words. Not from someone in the position of Ozpin. There is always a scheme. A plot. Ashe snarls out in frustration, "And then being told that I wouldn't be alone…that she would stay by my side and take me with her. We would begin anew and start a brighter life. Pretty words." Her fist slams onto his desk in suppressed rage. "Then she abandoned me! Left me to suffer my fate alone. She was like an older sister to me. So, excuse me, if I do not buy into your pretty words so easily, Headmaster Ozpin."
Her anger was smoldering within her chest in a hot breath. Ashe watched as Ozpin quietly huffed in a slow and drawn out breath. A soft frown forms upon his lips. She flinched before a soft growl rumbles within her throat. That look that he's giving her.
It's pissing her off.
She's seen it before.
That look of pity. Looking down on her like she is some kind of broken doll. She's not. "Don't look at me like that." Her breath was low and quiet, but the message was clear. Stop looking at her like that. His eyes flutter into half-lids. Stop it. The gears continue their maddening clicking. Ashe roared onto her feet with a swipe of the hand. Her bell chimed loudly in a rage. "Stop looking at me like that! Don't look at me with pity! I have survived on my own! I am not broken! I won't!"
She's not broken.
Her blood was boiling and smoldering. Ashe's heart was beating like a war drum on a field of battle. She's not some weak-willed doll. She's not who she used to be as a child. She's survived and thrived. Lived and grown.
She will not break.
Ozpin remains silent. Only after a long moment, does she finally re-take her seat. But it was a struggle for her to reign in her anger. Slowly breathing in through her nose before exhaling through her mouth. She is suddenly startled by Ozpin's soothing voice, "You know, I originally brought you to my office in order to offer you a position of sorts. A job if you will."
Ashe couldn't help her eyes from blinking in confusion as she frowns to herself. The sudden change of topic was obvious and drastic. He was not subtle with it at all. Perhaps he knows there's no use in hiding it from her and there's no point in further talking about the issue at hand. This is why it's a struggle for her to trust those in position of power, there's always a slight of hand. "What do you mean?"
That mischievous smirk once again appears upon his lips, "Why, I have found myself to be in quite the predicament as of late, and I could use some assistance."
She watches as he casually sips out of his hot beverage. "What kind of help do you need?"
"Nothing too extravagant I assure you. Just an office assistant of sort."
What?
Did she just hear that right? "Um…Pardon?" Surely, he was not asking her if she wanted to be his student office assistant. She is a freshman, and possibly be handling sensitive documents. Ashe has never worked a day of clerical work in her life. Why would he even trust her with such a thing?
"An office assistant, a personal aid, secretary, however you wish to call it. Lately, I have found myself to be falling behind on such trivial things." Ozpin raises his mug, hiding his mouth from view and speaks softer like a whisper of the wind. "Goodwitch demanded I find one or she will take out my coffee maker."
"What was that last part?"
"Hm? I didn't say anything."
"No…I could have sworn you said—"
"You must be hearing things. Anyways, I believe it would be good for someone like you." Ashe balks at the remark as she finally reaches toward her mug and takes a quiet sip. "Honestly. It would be a new skill for you to learn that can be used just about anywhere. You will also be working along beside me, and sometimes along with the other Professors in the field, but most importantly. It will be a positive distraction for you."
A distraction? What is he talking about?
Ashe rests the mug within her lap as she tilts her head in thought. The warm beverage was helping to soothe her emotions. What kind of distraction could he be talking about? All she would be doing is focusing on paperwork and anything else he would dump onto her. She would have homework to deal with, her own training to work on, and the office work that would now be thrown into the mix. She would be too busy to even be distracted.
Then it clicks.
Of course, and that is what he means. During the day, she will be having to deal with classes and possibly any homework or studies that comes with them. The only thing she will need to be wary of, are sudden triggers to a past memory. So long as she has her guard up, that shouldn't be much of an issue. But what about during the evening or weekends? Of course, there is training, but her mind can still wander on her lonesome. Maybe going out into the city or talking to someone to keep herself occupied, but that would only work for so long before it becomes redundant.
"What exactly…would I have to do?"
"Oh, nothing much. Little bit of this, little bit of that. One of the perks, is that if I need you, I could always give you an excused absence from class. But you will still need to make up the work. Which may occupy your time during the evening." There it is, that knowing little twinkle in his eye.
That sounds like it would be a great deal though.
With a tongue in cheek, "If…If I accept…would I get paid for this, or is it just extracurricular?" Having a small amount of income would be a boon for her. Currently, she has no means of obtaining Lien, other than pilfering around Vale. She doesn't have a sponsor, nor family to rely on. But it would not take long before authorities become suspicious of the constant pilfering around Vale.
"Of course, you will be well compensated in monetary funds, I assure you. It all depends on your performance. It may seem like small pocket change in the beginning, but the more clearance you earn. The more your pay increases." Another sip of his mug, how much liquid does it contain?
It is a no-brainer. She can earn Lien while living on campus. Legally at least. This would solve all her issues regarding income, and she would be able to buy new clothing and restock her dust supply. Maybe even hire a professional to do a performance maintenance on her weapons.
She never really was the brightest at such delicate things.
Ashe fiddles with the hem of her skirt in slight embarrassment. This must be his attempt of an olive branch. There is little risk on her end, and more high risk on his end. The position isn't that difficult to mull over. "I…accept the position. Headmaster Ozpin, you have been…most kind to me. You did not have to extend your hand to someone like me, but you did. And I want to show my appreciation, but it is difficult for me to fully trust you. Not for you as a person, but because of the power that you hold."
How could someone not? He is a Headmaster of the most prestigious Academy. Huntsman and Huntresses at his beck and call, a champion most beloved in the political arena who has their ears, and a powerful huntsman in his own right.
She has seen how such power can twist someone.
Felt it.
Yet, she nibbles onto her bottom lip and gives the tiniest of nods. "I am willing to give you a chance. Just as you have given me." Ashe gazes toward Ozpin with uncertainty, the silhouette of a behemoth behind him. In a blink, it is gone. "Don't make me regret this."
Not again.
Ozpin remains silent. With a soft shuffling of his clothing, he turns and reaches for the pink box. With it in hand, he faces toward Ashe once more. Ozpin holds it out toward her at an angle. A warm smile upon his lips as his eyes crinkle upward into curves. "Muffin?"
"Mm." Ashe took the banana nut muffin.
Ozpin didn't complain in the least.
The rest of the day flew by in a blur. Ozpin spent the rest of the time showing her what the job entails and what she is to do. It took her longer than usual to read over all the files and labels, but he was patient with her. The most exciting moment was debating where they would bring in her desk. Ozpin wanted her near the coffee maker.
"No. I refuse to be anywhere near that thing." She knew trickery when it wasn't even hidden.
"Oh? But it would be the best position for your desk. Your back would be up against the wall in safety, and you could see the whole room. What's the problem?" Still, he had to keep pressing on.
"That may be true, but you only want me there for one reason. That's where your coffee maker is. I know you'll just constantly badger me to pour you a mug every few minutes." You would have to be fool not to realize that. Ozpin chugs coffee like a fish to water.
"Ms. Souris. I am shocked and appalled, that you would accuse me of such a mischievous desire. I would never stoop so low as to do such a thing. I assure you."
"Oh? Well, let me just call up Professor Goodwitch and get her opinion on this."
"N-no-no, there's no need for such drastic measures. How about a compromise?"
Her gut was telling her to avoid it at all costs.
Regrettably, it was in one of the few spots with her back to a solid wall and a location that was ideal. Thankfully, they came to a compromise. So long as Ozpin oversaw brewing and making the beverage, she wouldn't mind pouring and getting him a mug every so often. Every. So. Often. Not every few minutes that he would probably expect out of her. Thankfully, she learned Goodwitch is a weapon that he fears.
She is going to abuse the hell out of it.
And if he didn't brew anything, well he was out of luck then.
Before long, night fell upon them before he ushered her out of his office and to go grab herself some dinner. Soon enough, Ashe found herself pacing toward her door with a plastic bag. It gently bumped against her thighs with each thoughtful step. Her eyebrow perks at a dim light flooding from under her door. Did she leave it unlocked?
She can't remember.
With a shrug, Ashe grasps onto the handle and quietly pries it open. Apparently, she did leave it unlocked.
When she creaks the door open, her eye squints at the night, searching for her nightly intruder. Ashe finds the culprit within a desk chair. A familiar shade of white and blue from one Weiss Schnee. Looks like she is still wearing her combat attire and scribbling away at some papers with her books open.
Ashe sighs quietly to herself before shuffling into her room. It locks with a soft click, her bell chimes quietly into the night. That apparently does the trick, the scribbling comes to a sudden halt as Weiss perks toward the entrance. "Ashe?"
When she meets those light blue eyes, she could only awkwardly wave with a curl of her fingertips, and an awkward chuckle. "Mm…Hi?" Weiss continued to stare. It was difficult to read her expression and thoughts. Keeping her expression neutral, Ashe approaches her desk with dinner. Sinking into her chair, Ashe could feel those eyes digging into the back of her head. It made her hair stand on end.
"Ashe…." She perks up and glances over her shoulder to find Weiss glancing downward awkwardly. "I apologize for coming in here without your permission. I came to see if you were here after classes, but I found your door unlocked. So, I decided to study here and have some alone time to myself."
Ashe shrugs her shoulders softly, "Mm, it's alright. Just, send me a scroll message next time. This way I know not to expect an intruder or something."
"Of course."
Turning back around, she opens her plastic bag as she pulls out a fruit salad with grilled chicken. What can she say? She loves fruits and meats. Grasping her plastic fork, she prepares to dig in before a voice interrupts her once more.
"You know…we are alone in here and the door is locked. If…it makes you more comfortable, you can have your hat off. This is your room, and I do not want to intrude and make you uncomfortable."
Setting down her fork, Ashe fully turns toward Weiss. Her dinner forgotten for the moment. This is a different side of Weiss that she hasn't seen yet, and it's a bit weird. Why is she being so considerate and nice? That's not like her reputation or what she's seen so far. "Are you alright, Weiss?"
A small scowl forms on her lips but it's not directed to Ashe. "Yes, I just had a…lecture from Professor Port earlier today and I realized that I may have been acting…undignified. So, I would like to improve and become a better person." Weiss nods to herself but shifts her focus toward Ashe. "I should be asking you that. Are you alright, Ashe?"
With a release of a heavy breath through her nose, Ashe nods quietly, turning back toward her food and munches quietly. "Mm, I'm…better." And she was, after the discussion with Ozpin, everything else was a blur. Her mind was preoccupied with work as her thoughts once more dwelled into their dark depths.
Weiss half turns toward her desk. Shuffling around her books and papers, she finds her notebook and takes it into hand. Standing quietly, she briskly struts toward Ashe and plops it onto the desk. It startles the faunus in a mouthful of food. "Here, I am trusting you with my notebook for our afternoon classes. Read over my notes since you missed those classes. Return it back to me first thing during morning period."
Ashe looked between Weiss and the notebook in confusion before nodding once, "Mm…Thank you?"
Weiss's smile was strained, "You are welcome." Handing over the notebook was difficult for her. Weiss doesn't like to give what's hers to others. She's greedy. Returning to her desk, Weiss collects her belongings and walks toward the door. "I am returning to my dorm now. I need to have a word with Ruby." Opening the door, Weiss peeks a glance over her shoulder, "Have a good night."
"Mm, night."
The door clicks shut quietly.
Ashe curiously turns toward the notebook. Making sure to clean her hands, least she suffers Weiss's wrath, she opens it. The handwriting was crisp and neat but written in cursive. Fun, she can already tell. She couldn't help the slight shiver at the cold within her silent room. Finally, alone she removes her hat to make herself comfortable.
The next few days passed in a blur.
Apparently, people caught wind of her freak out. She's not sure how, but it probably had something to do with Yang bulldozing people. Thankfully, no one tried to bring it up. Once again, probably due to Yang. The blond has been hovering over her like a protective mama bear. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about that in all honestly. Part of her felt insulted that she needed protecting, and the other half was thankful she warded off unnecessary social interactions.
But her presence of course means that team RWBY is never far behind, nor team JNPR. It is like they go hand in hand. You can't have one without the other apparently. Jaune and Pyrrha always made casual conversation with her when they could. They never brought up the incident, even though the worry was in their eyes.
Ashe attempted to build a wall around herself to avoid any more social interacts, but that idea was completely smashed on the next day. Let it be said, Nora will not be denied and demolished the wall that she didn't even get to finish constructing. All with the grace and poise of an enraged Ursa in a glass shop.
Morning classes? Nora was bellowing out her morning greeting before giving her a flying hug. Of course, Ren was Ren, he was never far behind. Always beside Nora with an understanding look of empathy before giving his own greeting. As days passed by, that embarrassed look turned into resignation.
Lunch time? Nora would plop and smother onto her back while she was eating and then eat with her. Usually followed by all of team JNPR before team RWBY joined. That was always a loud mess of conversations. She could never keep up with any of the conversations going on. They always crowded around her in the middle. Ashe would at least prefer to sit at the end and fade into the background. But of course, Nora would not have any of it. If Ashe disappeared, she would flip a table looking for her.
Literally.
At one point, Ashe attempted to sneak away during their conversations. For the most part, she was quite successful. It wasn't till she was almost out of the cafeteria, did someone yell her name. It was at that moment; a table was spiraling through the air. Food flinging in every direction with cries of shock and fright.
Professor Goodwitch was not pleased in the least.
Passing period? Nora was dragging her around by the wrist and telling her all kinds of whimsical fairy tales. Some of them were strangely interesting. She even told her the first time Ren and Nora went to a coffee shop. Apparently, they were forever banned from the cafe when Nora ordered an expresso. That was Ashe's favorite story of destruction. Though, it did explain why Ren banned Nora from drinking any kind of energy drink.
It was proving difficult to avoid the orange thunderstorm.
Don't even get her started on during classes. If Ashe couldn't get Weiss or Blake to sit next to her, Nora would zero in on the unclaimed seat like a bloodhound. Sometimes she would drag along Ren. Most of the time it was Jaune. Probably due to the fact that he was a chatter box when you got him worked up. And boy, could Nora push all his buttons like a whack-a-mole machine. But she could tell that it was always in good jest as they would always be smiling. But like all Nora induced energy.
It can be completely overwhelming.
Which is where she is now.
Ashe plopped onto her bed in distress while wearing her combat attire. Her last period is with Professor Goodwitch, and she has been unable to partake in the sparring sessions due to her Aura problem. So, all she does is sit there and watch. Sure, she can study and dissect their fighting styles, but it was still boring. Yet, she was grateful that she wasn't partaking. Ashe doesn't know how she will react within the center of the arena. Sadly, today was the last day she couldn't partake. Once she rests over the weekend, she would be allowed to join in their sparring sessions. Professor Goodwitch just wanted to make sure there would be no further issues or injuries with her Aura.
She's a complete mother hen.
Don't tell her she said that. Professor Goodwitch would drown her in homework and paperwork after school. She gets enough lectures from Goodwitch during work. There's no need to add more to it. Ozpin may be the head honcho, but Professor Goodwitch is The Boss. Thankfully, ever since Ashe took up her new position, Goodwitch has been in a more…accommodating mood. Don't get her wrong, she is still a complete grouch, but less so.
Her scroll beeps and vibrates within her pocket. With a groan, Ashe kicks her feet against the bed in annoyance. Glancing over the message she reads it aloud to herself, "Hey Ashe, may I come over and read? Weiss and Yang are bickering, and Ruby is attempting to defuse the situation. She left her video game playing on her scroll. It is really loud in here."
Ashe shrugs her shoulders before typing out a response and giving her approval. Thankfully, she left her door unlocked as she doesn't feel like getting up. Tossing her scroll next to her head, she buries her face into her quilts to rest her eyes. She didn't mean to fall asleep, but the sandman was a worthy foe.
Eventually, she stirred in bed with a soft yawn. How long did she doze off for? Propping herself up onto her hands, Ashe rubs the sleep out of her eyes, a blanket slipped from her back. Did she put that on or crawl into bed? She doesn't remember putting a blanket over herself.
"Did you have a nice nap?"
Shaking her head of weariness, she turns to find Blake sitting on the other bed with the pillow prompt up behind her. She was nose deep into her book. Blake is probably the one that put the blanket on her. "Mm…How long was I out for?" She would take a nap after giving her permission to come in. That's just her luck.
A thumb turns her next page, "Close to an hour. Give or take. Long week?"
"You have no idea. I have been under constant severe Nora thunderstorm warning." Ashe stumbles onto her feet, stretching up with a soft pop of her joints. Thankfully, she feels her hat upon her head. "I haven't been able to catch a break. If it's not school work, then its office work, or it's Nora. I still have to train also." Honestly, it isn't so much Nora that is the issue. It is everything else piled up on it. Overbearing as Nora is, she is a welcome distraction and quite warm.
Blake hums quietly, peering over her book, Ashe paces toward her bathroom to wash up and wake herself. "Have you been reading my book lately?"
The sound of running water echoes along with Ashe's voice from the bathroom. "Mm, I am about half-way. Sorry it is taking so long, I'm not a very fast reader."
"That's alright, take your time. I am just glad that someone else is interested in my books. No one else seems like the reading type." And it's true. She tried to get the other girls into books, but they wouldn't give her the time of day. At least someone is interested in her hobby.
Ashe approached out of her bathroom in pajamas with the tips of her ash colored hair damp in moisture. Opening her desk drawer, she pulled out her loaned book and plops onto her bed with a soft bounce. Her hat tilted at an angle.
Silence fills the dorm with an occasional crinkle of paper being turned. It doesn't take long for Ashe's mind to wander. Lately, people have been kind to her. It's a strange thing for her lately. She hasn't shown her gratitude for their kindness yet either. Ashe absolutely hates being indebted to someone or feeling like she owes someone. "Hey, Blake, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
Laying her book upon her lap, Ashe nibbles onto her inner cheek, "How do you properly thank someone?"
Blake blinks her eyes rapidly before she looks up from her book toward Ashe with a puzzling look, "What do you mean?" That's a strange question to ask.
Leaning back against her headrest, Ashe drums her fingers in a soft tap against the book's hardcover. "Mm…There are some people that I need to thank, but I feel like just saying thank you, isn't enough of a repayment." She's never had to thank someone outside of the pack. The customs are more than likely completely different in society and there are a few people she would like to show her gratitude toward.
Social awkwardness rearing its ugly head once more.
Blake hums to herself while resting her opened book against her stomach. "I'm not really sure how to answer that. I mean, it all depends on the person you are trying to thank. But in most books that I have read, most people generally thank each other differently." She perks up at a sudden thought.
This is an opportunity.
Books.
She can finally talk about things that she has read. Exciting! Blake power walks toward Ashe with her book in hand. Sitting across from her with crossed legs, Blake enters her gossip mode. "Like, there was this one book where the protagonist went on a date and gave the lady a lovely card. Nothing special, but it was cute. One of my favorites from the series. There was also another series that I absolutely adored. The heroine woke up super early and prepared her love-interest a surprise breakfast after staying over during a storm. Apparently, he was a major fish lover, so it was a banquet of salmon and tuna. Doesn't that sound dreamy? Oh! And there was this one, where two friends simply went out to a coffee shop and—"
A bell chimes frantically before Blake finds a sudden hand pressing up against her lips. "Nn, thank you, Blake. But would you mind slowing down a bit? I can't keep up." Receiving a red and embarrassed nod, Ashe retracts her hand and shuffles back into a sitting position.
"Sorry, I got a little carried away. I don't really have any opportunities to talk about my books. So, who are you trying to thank? Perhaps that would be the best place to begin."
"Mm…I have a short list of people I would like to show my gratitude toward. Namely, Nora, Yang, and Weiss." Ashe raises a finger at each of the given names. She would say Ozpin, but she highly doubts Blake would be of any help in that regard. He's weird.
Blake tilts her head to the side in thought, wavy black hair cascades down like a waterfall. "Hm…I don't know much about Weiss, but I do know she loves coffee. Maybe take her out for a drink. Yang loves to snack, have fun, and play games. She'll like anything you do for her, I bet. Oh, she really loves to dance."
Ashe hooks a finger under her chin and nods to herself. Those are simple enough, and nothing to complicated. "Nora?"
Blake shrugs her shoulder in uncertainty. "I don't know. Pancakes?"
Pancakes?
That's…actually a good idea now that she thinks about it. Huh, that's easier than she thought. Alright, that gives her a good base for those three. Now, she has one more person to add onto her list. "What about you?"
Blake tilted her head curiously, "Me?"
Ashe nods, "Well, yea. I also have you to thank. You lend me books and you are helping me with this. What would you like?"
Blake flutters her eyes quietly with a slight red tint to her cheeks. "Ashe, you don't have to thank me for anything." Blake rests her chin upon her knees, "You're my friend, it's what friends do."
Ashe narrows her eyes into a pout before she points down to her loaned book, "If you don't answer seriously, I'll go buy you a lewd book and present it to you in front of team RWBY in gratitude. I'll even read the summary."
Amber eyes narrow in suspicion. "You wouldn't." Honey coated eyes remained unflinching. "You would. You have no shame." Silence is all Blake receives in response. With a huff she rolls her chin upon her knees in surrender. "I like tea, books, and fish. So, I guess anything related to those would suffice."
Ashe nods in victory, "Mm, I'll keep those in mind. Thank you for the help, Blake."
Blake stretches out her legs in a soft purr. "Anytime. I should probably head back to my dorm now. Yang is probably turning the room inside out looking for me. She's taking the partner thing seriously." Swinging her legs off the bed, Blake motions toward the door. "I'll see you later, thank you for letting me come over."
"Mm." A soft click of the door signals Blake's departure. Ashe's stomach grumbles in hunger. "I should get me some food." Sliding into her slippers, Ashe heads toward the cafeteria in her pajamas. She doubts anyone will judge her for that at this time.
It wasn't long till she had a tray of food. Apparently, she was not the only person here for some food. She has never really had a one-on-one conversation with the girl. This might be a good time for a private conversation. After all, she's a nice girl, but always hanging around Yang or Jaune. It's a bonus how Yang bragged about her being an expert with weapons. She could use some help in that profession. Ashe approached her from behind, "Hey."
"Oh g—Hurk!" Ruby sputtered in shock before clenching around her throat, choking on her beloved cookie. Ashe slightly panicked before slapping Ruby onto her small and slender back. The poor girl was turning into a living blueberry. Not for long if something wasn't done. The chunk of cookie soon pops from her mouth. Gasping for sweet, sweet breath.
Ruby whirled angrily toward her, "Ashe! What the hell?! I've told you not to sneak up on me like that! I just saw my life flash before my eyes. They put, 'Slain by Cookie. That's how the Cookie Crumbles.' on my grave! Do you know how humiliating that would be?!"
With an awkward chuckle, Ashe claims the seat next to Ruby, "Mm, I forgot. Why are you here by yourself?" She munched down on her fish. Tasty.
Ruby looked away awkwardly, "Ah…Funny story actually. Let's just say that Weiss needed help opening a new coffee jar, and Yang helped her out." Ruby points a half-eaten cookie toward Ashe, "Never. Ever. Let Yang help you out opening a jar. Things go bad, so fast. Like, you wouldn't understand the devastation that she can do just opening a jar."
A vibration rubs onto her thigh before pulling out her scroll. Ashe reads over a quick message from Weiss stating she will be using her tub. Slipping it back into her pocket, Ashe turns back toward Ruby, "Mm, I'll keep that in mind. Honestly though, I was wanting to ask for your help with something."
Ruby perks with surprise in her wide, silver eyes. "What? Me? You want to ask for my help? No one has ever asked for my help before. Everyone says I am too young and childish and—I'm rambling, aren't I? Yes, of course, I'll help you! What do you need? Slaying a Grimm? Beating up a bad guy? Aw, yea~, I'm getting so excited just thinking about it." Ruby suddenly jerks away in caution and suspicious eyes, "It's not about homework is it? Because if it is, then count me out. I am struggling enough and I'm the last person you should ask for help with schoolwork."
Ashe couldn't help the small snort at the comment. Ruby is quite the chatter box, just like Jaune. Not like she minds though, it's nice to have someone talk enough for her. "Don't worry, it's not about homework or anything of the like. I heard you were good with weapons and their maintenance. Right?"
Ruby takes a smug chomp on her cookie, "Ah, well, ya know. I don't like to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm the greatest around. When it comes to weapons and their maintenance, I have no equal in terms of skill!"
Finishing up most of her food, Ashe tilts her head toward Ruby once more, "Mm, that's what I heard. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a full performance maintenance on my—" A hand slaps onto the table.
"I'll do it!" Ashe startles when Ruby lurches forward with her cute button nose a bit too close. She was vibrating like Nora after a cup of coffee. "You want me to maintenance your daggers or bow right?! I'll totally do it!" Ruby grasps onto both of Ashe's hands. "No, you HAVE to let me do it! Please, please, please! I'll be your best friend!"
Ashe leans away awkwardly.
Ruby leans forward even more, not letting her escape.
"Mm, I was going to let you do it anyways." Was Ruby always this excitable and pushy? It explains why Weiss is always so cranky.
Ruby shrieked out in joy before jumping up to her feet in excitement. "Aw yeah! This is gonna be so awesome! I have so much to do and prepare! You can bring them to me first thing tomorrow morning and I'll have everything ready." Ruby vibrated like a burn dust about to explode. "This is going to be so much fun!" Ashe doesn't even get a chance to respond before Ruby disappeared in a flutter of rose petals.
Ashe palmed her face into a sigh, "What just happened?" Seriously hoping she doesn't regret this, but the need of a full maintenance on her daggers is a priority. She can only do so much on her own, like grease and oiling. The more delicate components need a professional hand.
Finishing up her food, Ashe cleans her mess before returning to her room with a block of cheese in hand. Her bathroom door was closed and lit from the bottom. A twitch of the nose reminds her that Weiss sent a message earlier. Lately, she's hardly had any alone time. At least it's a healthy distraction lately. Her social anxieties have improved around team RWBY and JNPR. Everyone else could jump in a lake for all she cares.
Improvements.
Ashe climbed into bed and made herself comfortable in a pillow nest. Cheese and book in hand to pass the time till she drifts asleep. Though she didn't get to read that much. Her mind began to formulate a strategy for showing her gratitude. Nora loves pancakes, so an early breakfast would be a good idea. There's just one problem with that.
She doesn't know how to make pancakes. If only she knew someone who could show her how to make them. Ashe perks up at a realization.
She does know someone.
Reaching for her scroll, Ashe quickly looks for her person of interest. The scroll is brought to her ear after giving him a quick call. The ringing soon clicks to a halt when a sudden voice greets her on the other end. "Hello?"
"Mm, Hello, Ren. I'm sorry for bothering you, are you free?"
"Of course. I just stepped out of the shower, so I am free at the moment."
Ashe shuffles her legs under the quilts, her fingers rub over her thighs. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me with something tomorrow morning."
"If it is within my power, I would be delighted. What may I help you with?"
"Well…" Pulling her knees up under the quilts, she rests her chin upon them. Ashe told him everything that she talked to Blake about. Mainly about her wanting to thank Nora for everything she has done so far. As she talked, Ren was mostly quiet. It was starting to make her feel worried and embarrassed. Maybe asking for his assistance wasn't such a good idea after all.
"I would be honored to help you. However, I would like to ask one thing in return. Allow me to invite the rest of team JNPR and I'll help you with everything in the morning."
That doesn't sound so bad. In fact, that would clear up most of her debts in one swoop. She does still owe Pyrrha for carrying her to the stage, and Jaune for helping her during the enrollment ceremony. Ashe hates the feeling of being indebted. It leaves a bad taste in her mouth. "Mm, I don't mind that at all. I'll meet you in the student lounge in the morning then. Night."
"Sounds like a plan, have a good night."
Ending the call, Ashe leans against the headboard with a soft sigh. Well, that's one down. Tossing her scroll toward the side of the bed, the bathroom door creaks open. Weiss steps out of the bathroom in a blue nightgown that reaches toward her thighs. It is simple in design with sleeves and white frills all along the trims of the gown. A white Schnee emblem upon her right chest. "I thought I heard someone."
"Mm." This is her room for crying out loud.
Weiss had a towel wrapped around her head and a hair dryer in hand. The heiress took a seat at the desk before plugging in her hair dryer. "I didn't know if you needed to use the bathroom for anything, so I just took a quick soak."
"Nn, I think I am just going to turn in for the night. I have an early morning tomorrow." Now she just needs to wait for Weiss to leave. Ashe does not like to fall asleep with people in her room. It is bad enough she took a nap with her door unlocked for Blake to sneak in. But she's an opportunist, so may as well make use of this privacy. "Weiss, can I ask you something?"
Weiss begins to blow dry her hair, "Technically, you just did, but yes you may."
Ashe huffs at the sound, Weiss remained sitting with her back toward Ashe. She can be annoying, like a spoiled brat. "You like coffee, right?"
The heiress hums quietly in question, "Yes, I am quite fond of coffee. That's a peculiar thing to ask, why?"
"I was wondering if you were free tomorrow around noon to accompany me to a café for a drink. I know a place and would like to treat you out as a show of gratitude for what you've done for me so far." Ashe has been meaning to go back to that café. The peach tea was delicious.
Weiss turns toward Ashe, using one hand to brush her long snow-colored locks. The other continued to dry her hair. "Are you asking me out on a date?" What a strange way to go about asking her out. People are generally more flamboyant about it.
Ashe perked owlishly at the question. "Um…I don't know? Would it be considered a date? What constitutes as a date?" She didn't think of it like that. Ashe just wants to show her gratitude, but would it be a date? Just what is a date anyways? Not once has ever had the notion to date or even remotely think of such things.
Weiss rolled her eyes, "A date is when two people go out somewhere or do something together privately. There could be a variety of reasons behind the date, but that's my opinion at least." Weiss pondered the thought if Ashe was leading her on, or generally asking.
With a tilt of her head, Ashe hums softly in thought. "Oh…Then yes I am asking you out on a date."
Her hand pauses from brushing her hair for a moment. Straightforward and honest. While others have asked the same, it was usually with honey coated words and ulterior motives. "Alright, sure. I have a few matters to attend to in the morning, so I'll send you a message when I am free." But how she said it, and the genuine expression made Weiss curious.
"Mm." Well that's another one down, all that's left is Yang. But she can deal with that tomorrow. Ashe turned back to her book and read in silence. Weiss on the other hand, continued to pamper herself. The book held quite a bit of romance, but none of it made sense for Ashe. There was, however, plenty of smut. Why does Blake like this series again?
When the blow dryer grinds to a halt, she looks up to find Weiss brushing onto her hair quietly. Ashe couldn't help but grimace. 'Nn, I could never see myself with long hair. To much maintenance for me.' Ashe watched her in silence. Her nose twitched softly, instincts blurting out in comment. "Don't you get tired of that eventually?"
"Hm?" Weiss partially turns and continues to brush her long snow colored locks. "Brushing my hair? Not really, I am used to it by now. Plus, it feels good and has a nice, soothing effect. It feels much better when someone else brushes it for you. Haven't you ever had someone brush your hair before?"
Nestling down into her bed, Ashe adverts her gaze from Weiss.
A frown works its way upon Weiss's lips before standing to her feet. With a few steps she soon stands before Ashe on her side. Brush in hand, Weiss places both hands upon her hips and points at the edge of the bed. "Sit here with your back to me."
"What? Bu—"
"Sit."
The stern stare from Weiss forced Ashe's mouth to click shut. Those light blue eyes made her cold stare, piercing. With a soft huff, Ashe does as she's told and sits with her back toward Weiss.
Weiss rolls her eyes when Ashe sits before her. Top hat still upon her head. Well, she can't win them all. Yet. She will let her have that one. Weiss can at least brush the back of her head for any tangles. A peaceful tranquility glides into the dorm. Soft strokes of the brush echoing in the room. Weiss couldn't help but notice how Ashe's hair faded to a lighter shade at the end of her tips. Sun exposure perhaps.
Ashe couldn't help but remain stiff and rigid. Having someone behind her at such a proximity was awkward. She had to fight the urge to whirl around and shove Weiss back. Especially when an occasional stroke would jerk her head at stubborn knots. Ashe perked up at the sudden voice, "You know, this reminds me of when I was a kid."
"Mm?"
Ashe feels smooth yet cold fingers gliding through the tips of her hair and stroke onto the back of the neck. It left a tingling feeling on the base. It felt nice. Soothing even, "My sister used to brush my hair like this, but she would never let me brush hers. I always wondered, what it would be like." Before long brush strokes disappear when the warm presence upon her back inches away. "That should be good for now."
Reaching upward, Ashe fingers along the tips of her hair and notices how soft and smooth it is. Who knew a simple brush could do such a thing? "I will head to my dorm now. I shall see you tomorrow around noon. Good night." Ashe turned at the sound of Weiss leaving her room with a click of the door.
"Night." Weiss was already gone before she could say it.
Ashe made sure her door was properly locked. Turning off the lights, she returned to her bed in the dark and shuffled into the covers. Her bell softly chimes when she shimmies into the sheets. Hat removed and resting upon the bed next to her. Ashe's soft and slim fingers tenderly play with the tips of her soft and smooth hair.
It felt nice.
A/N Chapter Eight completed
This was an interesting chapter to work on. Hopefully, I am getting their personalities down correctly. I am trying to give them character and life, so feel free to leave a review with a comment on if you believe if characters are being portrayed accurately or not.