Chapter Nine

What was she thinking? Waking up so early just to fulfil her need of gratitude and to not be indebted. Ashe is beginning to have second thoughts about this endeavor. With a yawn, Ashe flicks on the kitchen lights. A chill greets her into a shiver. Dragging over toward the sink, her thirst is quenched with water. Sleep was fleeting, a nightmare woke her up earlier than usual.

With a stretch into a soft moan, Ashe decides to get an early start before Ren appears. While she may not be a cook in the least, Ashe at least knows how to fetch ingredients. That's something that experience is not lacking in. The only annoyance comes in a different form.

Where do they keep everything in here?

Collecting all the ingredients, Ashe huffs while placing them upon the counter. Searching for them was quite the chore. Nothing was organized and just haphazardly thrown into cubbies or the fridge. Her nose twitches at the thought of organizing it all. If she were to see how the kitchen was kept, there would be rampant hell to pay. It would be one of the greatest insults to her being.

Now she just needs some utensils. Humming to herself, Ashe approaches the hand draws and pulls open the closest one. A glint of silver catches her eye. It lays bare before her, a silver ladle. Slamming it shut with a bang, Ashe chokes on her breath. Rushing to the sink, water is quickly doused onto her face. Forget what she saw.

The wounds are still raw.

"Oh? Good morning, Ashe. I hope I'm not late." Ren approached with a soft stretch of his arms.

Ashe uses a towel to pad down her face, "Nn, I couldn't sleep. Figured I might as well get an early start." At least she has a convenient and believable excuse. She couldn't help but perk an eyebrow toward Ren.

Draped over his arm was a hot pink apron. After putting it on, she notices a large heart is on the front. Must have been a gift, because she doubts Ren would buy that himself. "I see you already have the ingredients ready. Have you made pancakes before?"

"Nn, I've never really cooked before. I know how to make eggs at least." Not her fault that she wasn't allowed near the kitchen knives. Apparently, being young and having an unhealthy obsession with sharp things meant she wasn't allowed to use them. Ironic that she used daggers, but Ashe didn't have a say in such things. Least she'd get thumped over the head.

Ren beckoned her over, "Alright, I'll show you the basics. Pancakes are simple and easy enough." It was then that Ashe decided that she liked being around Ren. He was soft spoken and to the point. It helped that he knew how to adapt and describe things to suit her best. If you knew where to look, he had a different type of humor. It was hidden, but there.

Him letting her use the whisk to her hearts content had nothing to do with it. She's not that easily bribed.

"Finished." Ren peered over his shoulder, an amused snort escapes in laughter. Ashe has a roll of paper towels offered in her direction. "Mm?"

"You have some on your nose." He couldn't help but grin. Nora has the same issue when she uses the whisk. "With the batter done, I'll show you how to cook them." When he turned around, Ashe instead used her finger to wipe away the left over and lick her finger.

It wasn't long till the glow of sunlight poured through the windows. Off to the side were towers of pancakes. They really let themselves go. One neat and perfectly made stack. The other being wonky and mismatched. If someone pointed at the messy one and said it was hers…She'd deny it vehemently.

Ashe never realized cooking was so difficult. She made it seem so simple and easy. Like it was more of chore than actual work.

Ren hummed toward the clock, "It is about time for Pyrrha to be waking up. I'll head back and wake the others as well." He nodded toward Ashe in his temporary departure.

"Mm." Peering around the counters, she can't help but feel that something is missing. No, not the syrup. They have plenty of that. Who ordered a box full of the stuff? That's when she notices a few eggs left in the carton. Her nose twitches in thought.

"I'll never understand why you love these so much. Ya nag me worse than me mum wakin' me for school. Hag never shut up, she didn't. C'mere, I'll show you how to make em so you stop givin' me that look."

A soft smile worms upon Ashe's lips at the fond memory. With her mind made up, she finds a skillet and gets to work. It wasn't long till she finished her creation with an extra ingredient from the fridge. Leaving the concoction upon the stove, Ashe sets the table in practiced ease. Not a single object out of place.

A phantom pain throbs on her head at the thought of something misplaced.

Not a moment sooner, an orange blur slides into the room in a flamboyant pose. An obvious cowlick still upon the side of her head. Nora stood proudly with pink shorts and a black shirt reading, 'Boop'. "I. Smell. Pancakes!"

Ashe met Nora's gaze. They blinked at one another before a mischievous grin brightens up the room. "Ashe~" The orange torpedo slams into Ashe in a hug. "Morning~"

Ashe squeaked in protest, "Morning, Nora."

Ren approached from the doorway in a sigh, "Nora, put her down."

Nora rests her cheek against Ashe's in defiance, "Don't wanna. You can't make me."

Please, make her. Ashe can feel her bones grinding into powder. "How are you going to eat your pancakes if you are holding onto Ashe?"

Thank the gods for Ren and his wondrous mind. Ashe could hear the gears whirling within Nora's mind. Trying to find a solution to the conundrum. Nora finally scowls into a huff before she nuzzles against Ashe one final time. "Ah, well. My battery is fully charged now~"

A hand clamps down on Nora's shoulder, prying her away into a pout. Ashe could have sworn Nora tried to bite the finger. "C'mon Nora, Ren filled your drink and is setting out the food."

What the hell was he wearing? Jaune was in a light blue footie pajama suit. It even had a cartoon bunny on the front. "What are you wearing?"

Jaune groaned, "Oh, come on~ Not you too. What's wrong with it?" He motions his pajamas in exasperation. "This thing is totally c—"

"Cozy?" It looked warm and comfortable.

Jaune reared back in suspicion. He felt vulnerable when those honey coated eyes looked him up and down. "Um…yea…it is really comfortable."

There was a twinkle in her eye, "Do they come with hoods?"

"Yes…The hooded ones are generally animal themed though."

Ashe nods to herself while Jaune squints in her direction. Not only does it look extremely comfortable, but it can have a hood. With that, she could wear it around her dorm without a care. It would be even more amazing if they have a mouse themed onesie.

She wants one.

Needs it.

"Good morning~" Pyrrha peeked from the doorway before entering casually. That bright smile upon her face as usual. Jaune gave his own greeting before finding his seat at the table. "How are you, Ashe?"

Ashe hums softly, "Mm, I'm okay. How about you? I see you have your combat attire; do you usually wake up this early?"

"I am wonderful, thank you for asking." Pyrrha nods, "Of course, I usually wake up early over the weekends. I like to train in the mornings when it is more peaceful and tranquil."

Ashe perked up, "Training? What do you do for training?"

Pyrrha shyly rubbed onto her arms. "I mostly train alone, so there is not much I can do. Just simple physical work-outs and practice swings."

Ashe's head tilts down while cupping her chin in thought. That is similar to what she's doing. There isn't much else she can do on her own. She is a bit out of shape, but her skills are still fairly sharp. Though, Ashe could use a push to speed up the process. Combat and sparring partners were beaten into her. "Do you mind sparring with me? I'm in a similar state and need a partner."

The light that radiated from that beaming smile was nearly blinding. "Yes! That sounds lovely! I would love to have you as a sparring partner." Pyrrha awkwardly rubs onto the back of her head when Ashe rears back. "Sorry for being over-excited. Not many people like to spar with me, if any. I don't know why."

Ashe could only stare awkwardly. Not quite sure what to say in response. "Hey! If you two are done yapping, my tummy is having the rumbles that only pancakes can satisfy. If Momma Nora doesn't get her fill, she's gonna get cranky. You won't like me when I'm cranky."

Pyrrha whirled toward Nora, "I'm sorry, we will be right over." With a soft grasp, Pyrrha takes Ashe's wrist and drags her forward. "Come, before Nora gets cranky. You won't like her when she's cranky. Trust me."

Ashe couldn't really find it in her to comment. The curiosity of a cranky Nora was enticing. Pyrrha sat her beside a beaming Nora. Not like there was any other seat, considering Nora was patting the cushion in a speedy earnest. She then turns toward Ren, "Mn, did you mention anything about why we did this?"

Ren shook his head with a polite bow, "I did not. I believe that honor is for you. All I did was assist you in this endeavor. I just mentioned 'Pancakes' and the rest is as you say, history."

Jaune leans back into his chair as he gazes toward Ashe, while Pyrrha politely clasps her fingers within her lap. Nora leaned her elbows upon the table, legs kicking in excitement, "You didn't need to do all this if you wanted my love~" Nora theatrically places a hand over her chest, "You already have my heart~"

Ashe snorted in amusement. Leave it to Nora to chase away the jitters. She is like the sun that pierces through the storm clouds. Nora was the one who shattered and demolished the wall that Ashe attempted to build. Otherwise, she would have completely closed herself off. Nora will always be one of her favorites. Even if the other students find her odd and overwhelming.

Looking over the table, team JNPR was peering at her in various smiles. Jaune's carefree, Nora's beaming and excited, Ren's polite and mannered, while Pyrrha's warm and friendly. Ashe twirled her thumbs around each other, "Mm, I just…wanted to do something to thank you all and show my appreciation."

She first turned toward Jaune and Pyrrha, "Pyrrha and Jaune, if it wasn't for you two, I may not be a student here at Beacon. If it wasn't for you Pyrrha, I may not have made it to the stage at all, so Thank you."

Pyrrha awkwardly motions her hands to waves it off as no big deal, but she caught Ashe's gaze. A silent conversation conveyed between each other. It would be easier to just accept. "You are most welcome."

Jaune was awkward and tense when Ashe turns toward him. "Jaune, were the first person to reach for me on the stage. Thanks." Ashe couldn't help the amusement when Jaune rambled on about friendship and how he doesn't need to be thanked. She didn't feel like interrupting his rambling, so she allowed it to continue before turning to Nora.

Aqua met honey and stared toward her curiously. It was a strange sight. Nora was calm and quiet, but her lips were in a soft smile. "Nora, I do not know how else to say this, but…Thank you." The orange haired girl twitched slightly, "If it were not for you, I may not be as social as I am now."

Ashe can vividly remember when she went back to class the next day in the morning quite well. It went a little something like this…

The door into Professor Port's class was left open. Peeking inside, she found some of the students already within their seats. Clenching her studies, Ashe sneaks into the class with her head down silently. It wasn't difficult to sneak pass team RWBY at the front.

They seemed to be getting along rather well. Ruby was having a one-sided conversation with Weiss, but the heiress wasn't giving her a cold shoulder. Even going so far as to hum out a response when it was required. Of course, Blake and Yang were having their own conversation while occasionally dragging Ruby into it for a tease.

It didn't last long. The room distorts and warps further away from her. The voices growing dull, her head spins within her seat. Clenching her teeth, Ashe whimpers and fights the growing nightmare. A hollow laughter rings through her head quietly. She can not afford another freak out. Luck was on her side the first time. It might not be again.

Ashe already knows how they will look at her. Whisper behind her back, point and stare with those crooked grins. A freak, monster, demon, they will call her these names again. Classify her, label her, she doesn't want to be those anymore. 'I have to keep my distance. I'm going crazy.' Clenching at her head, Ashe withdraws into herself. Cutting herself off from the class and reality for what little peace she can grasp.

Bang!

Ashe jolts at the sudden sound. Her bell jingling quietly into the room. The shadows nip and gnaw on the back of her mind. Yet, she finds an orange haired Nora staring in the direction of her bell. A mega-watt smile upon her face when she finds Ashe at the top. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Mm?"

Like a predator of happiness, Nora stalks up the stairs toward Ashe in glee. It wasn't long before she stood before Ashe, fists upon her hips and stout. "Listen here, Mousy. I dunno what happened yesterday, and I don't give a hoot." Ashe recoiled in surprise. "All I know is that you were sad, and now you're up here by your lonesome. Momma Nora ain't havin' none of that!"

Eh?

Before Ashe could comprehend, a warm hand wraps around her wrist and lifts. Pulling her up onto her feet and dragging her down the aisle. Only out of instincts, did her hand reach up to still her hat. "Nor—"

"Nope!" Nora rejected her future plea with the force of a hammer. "You're sitting with me, and I ain't taking no for an answer!" Nora dragged her along like a child about to be scolded.

Ashe didn't mind sitting next to Nora, but… "My supplies…"

Nora falters for a moment, "Oh…" It didn't take long for her to think of a solution. "Ren!"

Said male sighs quietly, but a smile is on his face none-the-less. "I'll get them."

A big smile and chuckle escapes Nora's lips. "Thanks, Ren! You're a sweetheart." And like that, the issue was solved. Ashe was then forced into a seat next to Pyrrha. Said girl mumbled a greeting and apology for Nora. The orange haired power plant plops down on the other side and nuzzles her cheek against Ashe.

Just what is going on? Even so, a small smile worms upon Ashe's lips in bewilderment. The shadows that once gnawed on her mind are gone. Chased away by the energetic sun. Ashe doubts she will be able to hide away from Nora through out the school years. May as well get used to it. At least, that's the excuse she will use to stay in her company for now. Ashe never did notice the light blue eyes staring at Nora's overzealous affection with a tight expression.

After that, Nora never let Ashe out of her sight. She dragged her around between classes and lunch. Even if her body was still weak and tender, Ashe never complained. It was nice to be wanted.

Back in the Kitchen, Ashe's expression softened, "Even if the others call you weird or an energy freak. To me, you will always be the warmth of the sun." When Ashe would sneak around the halls, it wasn't difficult to hear the other students talk about Nora. Mostly about how overbearing she can be. It's amazing how people can just bad mouth anyone when the person isn't around.

Nora for her part, was silent with a calm smile. She did not say anything, but she did turn toward Ren. He in turn, stared back. An unspoken conversation between the two childhood friends. A moment later, his lips twist upward with a nod. Nora then turned back toward Ashe.

The small faunus then found herself being embraced in a soft and warm hug. Not like her normal overbearing and squeezing bear hugs. Ashe tensed at the sudden affection. She herself not being used to such things. Her fingers twitched and flexed at her sides. When Nora pulled away, Ashe felt a soft and warm finger upon her nose.

"Boop."

Just like that, the warmth is gone. Nora is back in her seat with a goofy grin. Ren leaned upon his palm with a knowing smirk.

"Uh, Ashe?" Jaune awkwardly reaches for a motionless Ashe. One would think that Nora broke her with the boop. However, before he could shake her loose, a hand smacks Jaune's away. "Ow! Nora! What was that for?"

"No! No touchy! Only look. In fact, don't look either. She's mine. Get your own!" Nora and Jaune stared each other down in a challenge. Pyrrha chuckled at their antics. "Enough sappiness! Time to feast! I'm famished!" Nora beat the table with fork and knife in hand.

"Mm…just one more thing." Team JNPR turned in her direction. Scooting out of her chair, Ashe retreated toward the stove. With the skillet in hand, she returns to the table. Ashe couldn't help but shuffle upon her feet under their scrutiny. "Ren helped me make the pancakes, but I still wanted to make something on my own."

Taking the plastic scoop ladle, she found in another drawer, Ashe gives each a serving of her creation. Their plates now had yellow and fluffy scrambled eggs with some melted cheese. Jaune, Nora, and Pyrrha then glance toward Ren who only shrugs his shoulders at their gaze. Ashe shuffled away quietly. "I apologize if it isn't that tasty. I have never cooked them for anyone else before. Sorry if it tastes bad."

Each member of JNPR takes a taste test of the yellow fluffiness in their own manner. Pyrrha's polite with her fingers covering and resting upon her lips. Ren's eyes closed as he quietly chews. Nora stabbing into the eggs before shoving them into her mouth with a nom.

Jaune of course being the most normal and laid back. He waves his fork around in a circle before pointing it toward Ashe casually. "It could use more seasoning."

Smack. Flop.

Jaune is suddenly assaulted on both ends. A hard slap on the shoulder courtesy from Pyrrha. She gave him a disapproving glare. The other smack was from a pancake colliding with his face from a certain booper. Ren just shook his head disapprovingly. Pyrrha turned toward Ashe with a strained smile, "They are delicious, thank you."

Nora beams a smile with a nod, "Yea! They taste great! Don't listen to what that bonehead over there said. His taste buds are screwy." She speared a glare toward Jaune in righteous fury, slamming a palm onto the table. "Isn't. That. Right?"

Ashe wilted away at the criticism. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea after all, but it is her favorite dish. Then again, she was only shown how to make it a few times. "Nn, you can throw them away if you want. Don't force yourselves." She really can't do anything right, and it's a simple dish. How would that person react to see her failure? Probably scold her and tell her to make it again.

She made the gesture to return the skillet to the stove, but a hand clutches onto her back. Glancing over her shoulder, Jaune is looking at her with a slight embarrassed expression. He seemed stuck on exactly what he should say. "I want seconds."

"Why? They are not that good. Didn't you say they need more seasoning?" Her feet shuffled with a retreating glance.

He released his grip and rubbed onto the back of his head awkwardly, "Well yea…but I never said that they were not good. The opposite in fact. I think they are good." With a chuckle, Jaune scratches onto his cheek. "I would like some seconds."

"You don't have to force yourse—"

"Another serving, please." He held his plate out toward her, not taking no for an answer. Staring down at the plate like a foreign object, she slowly grants his wish. Another serving is added. Jaune offered a soft smile and sat back into his seat, "Thanks."

They could only stare in silence. Watching him silently eat the extra serving and when he was done, he asked for a third.

It was at this moment a shriek emitted from a familiar orange haired power plant. "Oh no you don't! You're not taking them all for yourself!" A second plate was thrown into Ashe's face. "I want some more!"

Rationality was thrown out the window, and Ashe complied. Adding more food onto their plates. Like two starved hounds, they scoffed down their servings in competition. It was then that they were once more thrust into Ashe's face.

"Another Serving!" "More!"

Nora and Jaune glared at one another, lightning flashing between their eyes. Turns out they have quite the rivalry in mundane things. Ashe then found two more plates before her. A smiling Ren and Pyrrha asking politely for extras. There was only enough for perhaps two more servings. The tiniest of smiles breaks onto her lips. Giving them the remaining eggs, Ashe watches team JNPR stuff their faces in contentment. With the skillet now empty, there was no need to keep it around.

Breaking away, she retreats toward the sink. Autopilot controlling her limbs and washing the pan with practiced ease. Ashe would have liked a portion of her own food, but she doesn't mind. This time at least. It made her feel happy, and she's grateful for that. Next time, she will just have to make a bigger portion.

Also, getting some seasoning advice from Ren would be nice.

By the time she returned, team JNPR found themselves in another predicament. Ren, being a little mischievous, pointed out the uneven pancakes are the ones she made on her own. It was a strange and interesting sight, to see Jaune and Nora using their forks to fight over the stack. They were really having it out.

Yet, the sight of them with smiles and having a good time, brought warmth to her stale emotions. To know that something she created brought them happiness. Was this how she felt every time she cooked for Ashe? Or did she feel something else? Pyrrha glances in her direction with a smile, "What's the matter? Aren't you going to join us?"

"Mm." Ashe will never know now, but she would like to believe. That perhaps she felt the same warmth at seeing people enjoying her cooking so much. When Ashe took a bite from her own pile, a hollow laugh escaped from her lips. Yet, she soldiered on regardless.

They were a bit overcooked.

Time was lost in their feasting. When Ashe finally noticed the time, she stood and grabbed her plate. "Mn, I need to clean up. I have an appointment to keep."

"What'cha talkin' about?" Nora pointed her fork toward Ashe with a slice of pancake on it. "You don't have to do anything. Leave the cleaning to Jaune, Pyrrha and me. Jaune mostly, but schematics. Ren and you did all the cooking, it's the least we can do." Nora chomped down on her fork in earnest.

"But—"

"I agree, leave the cleaning to us, please." Ashe found Pyrrha rising to her feet and piling the dirty dishes upon one another. "It is the least we can do for such a wonderful meal. Thank you for the food, Ashe and Ren."

"What they said." Jaune stretched up into the air, being mindful of his stuffed belly. "We will handle the cleaning, so no worries. You know, we should do this again next weekend. Let's invite team RWBY as well. This was fun." Jaune looked between Ren and Ashe, "If you two would be willing that is."

Ren nodded to Ashe, "If she is willing, then I would be honored to lend my culinary skills in another endeavor."

Ashe couldn't help but feel pressured under their hopeful expressions. There was no need for such drastic measures. She would have agreed regardless of the peer pressure. Although, she's not sure why Ren is leaving it up to her. He's more of the cook than she is. Ashe is mostly just an assistant.

But she had fun. This would also be a good learning experience. Learning to cook would be a good way to remember her by. "I would like to do this again..." A small red tint flares upon the tips of her ears in embarrassment. "If that's okay." When Nora gave Ashe a flying tackle hug, she knew they agreed. It didn't take long to hash out the plans for next weekend. Once more checking the time, Ashe quickly makes her escape at the cost of Nora's plight.

Wandering the morning halls made her feel at peace. Not many people roamed through the halls. If they did, they kept to themselves in silence. With her gloved fingertips trailing along the wall, she finally makes her way toward team RWBY's dorm room. Ashe attempted a polite knock, but the door suddenly flung open to her shock.

"Ack!" Ruby tumbled away in fright with a fluttering cloak. Apparently quite the shock to see someone on the other end.

Ashe tilted her head in confusion at what just happened. Blake was on her bed, casually flipping a page while reading a book. Yang was sprawled on her side, playing a game on her scroll upon the floor. Peering up at the commotion, Yang barks out a laugh. "Hah! Would you look at that. It worked this time."

Confusion etched onto Ashe's face. Blake rolled her eyes from behind her book. "Ruby has been flinging the door open since early dawn. Just to catch you by surprise. Ironic, that she was the one to be caught by surprise instead…Morning."

Yang grinned, "Yea, she's been at it for a while now. I think about twice every minute or so. She's really excited to look at those weapons of yours. That's the only thing Ruby has been talking about since last night."

Ruby straightened out her combat-attire before pointing accusingly toward Yang with a scowl. "Okay, first-of-all, I have not been opening the door that often! Maybe…Every two minutes or so. Second-of-all, that's not the only thing I've been talking about." Ruby angrily stomped her foot on the ground in a pout, "I had a bag of cookies I was saving for today, and someone ate them! I know it was you!"

Yang waved her off, "I have no idea what you're talking about, my precious, baby sister."

Ruby growled and pulled down Yang's blanket from her bunk. "There are cookie crumbs in your bed!"

With a shrug, the blond lazily scratches her belly, "Well, they didn't have a name on them, so I assumed they were for anyone."

"They were in my dresser!"

"You know Dad's and Uncle Qrow's rules. No name, fair game."

Blake lowered her book, speaking toward Ashe in exasperation. "If you don't interrupt them, they will just continue to bicker through out the day. Trust me." She then returns to reading like this is an everyday occurrence. Which, it probably is.

Ashe knocks on the opened door. "Mn, Ruby?"

Ruby snapped toward Ashe in misguided anger, "What?" Her silver eyes then widen in realization. "Oh! Sorry!" Ruby skipped over toward Ashe with glee. Both hands rose to her chin in excitement, "So, did you bring them? Did you, did you? Oh! I'm so excited!"

With a nod, Ashe reaches for her daggers and calmly hands them over toward Ruby. The red themed girl had sparkling eyes in anticipation. With the daggers now in hand with gentle care, a dreamy expression wormed onto her face. "Aw yea…That's the good stuff." Ruby's eyelids fluttered in joy.

In a blur of red, Ruby is at her desk and gently sets the blades upon the top. Ashe inched away from the door in Yang's direction. A brow perked when Ruby began to coo toward the blades. "Nn…Does she always do that?"

Yang took a moment to stare out the window with a faraway expression, "Yep." Back to the scroll game she went.

An awkward silence filled into the room. Ashe was left standing and looking around the room in curiosity. A sudden thought crosses her mind. Better to mention it now before she forgets. "Next weekend, Team JNPR and I are having a breakfast party. Team RWBY is also invited to join us."

Yang rolls and lays upon her back, scroll above her face. "Yea, that sounds great. Count me in, I'll never pass up free food."

Blake's amber eyes flicker toward Ashe with a shrug, "Sure, I'll come. Are we having pancakes? Because you smell like batter." Silence. Widening her eyes, Blake hides behind her book. Yang stared at Blake with an arched brow. Ashe cautiously sniffed herself, wondering if she smelled.

She doesn't stink, does she?

"Sorry, forget I said anything." And like that, Blake clams up in the corner of her bunk.

Yang gave Blake with a lingering gaze, "Uh huh…Anyways…Ruby is gonna be at it for a while. Trust me, she covers every nook and cranny, but its worth it. So, feel free to linger around if you want."

Ashe shakes her head while looking at the posters on the wall, "Nn, thank you, but I have a date around noon with Weiss."

Thunk. Smack.

Blake had her hands up, a book missing from her grasp after it slipped out onto the bed. It was opened and sliding down her thigh. Yang was in a similar state. Hands held above her face with a red mark upon her nose. The scroll left beside her head, sounding out that she lost her game. But she had more important things to worry about now. "Say that again…I don't think we heard you right."

"Mm, I have a date around noon with Weiss."

Yang snapped to her feet, striding toward Ashe with purpose, she places both hands upon the small girl's shoulders. "Tell me everything. Why are you going on a date with Weiss? Where are you going? Who asked who out? I need details. I live for this stuff!"

A soft chime rung out from each shake. "Mm…We are going to a café for a drink. Because there's something I want to tell her. I believe it was me who asked her out? Why all the questions?" She didn't understand the sudden interrogation.

Yang recoiled in disbelief, "Because this is Weiss! She's already being hailed as The Ice Queen of Beacon. People have been asking her out on a date repeatedly. Weiss shot them all down mercilessly. I mean some of them were funny, others were just plain brutal. Like, she made one guy cry. That was both hilarious and sad."

Ashe tilted toward Blake in confusion, "It's just a date, right? I don't understand the issue. Dates are just plans to meet up, right? I still need to ask Yang out for a date afterwards. There's something I have to tell her as well."

Yang sputtered and recoiled, "M-me? Why are you planning to ask me next? First Weiss and now me? What are you trying to do? Conqueror team RWBY or something? I like you, but not in that way."

Ashe hummed in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Realization slaps Blake on the back of the head. "Wait, Ashe. Is this about what we talked about earlier?" Yang snaps toward Blake in confusion. "I understand now, so why a date? There's no need to call it a date. It's just a friendly outing or get-together."

Ashe fiddled with her thumbs. "Nn…that's what Weiss told me. That it's called, a date. Is that not correct?" The more they talk; the more Ashe begins to doubt herself and her plan. Perhaps this was an error in judgement. Since when were social interactions so complicated?

Yang casually leaned against their bookshelf, "Ashe, a date is when you're interested in someone. Like, in a more than friendly way."

Ashe scratches onto the side of her head in confusion, "Mm…What should I ask then Yang? There's something I want to talk to you about, and Blake told me you like to dance. Should I say something else?"

Drumming her fingers against the bookshelf, Yang quietly hums. "Well, you could say you want to go for a girl's night out, or an outing. Or a get-together. I suppose, you could, say a date, but it is universally understood as something you ask someone that you're romantically interested in."

"Mm…so a date then?"

"Wah? No, I mean…yes…it could be…Blake! Help me out here!"

Blake snorted in amusement, Yang running to her in assistance. "Yes, but it depends on the concept. It could mean something friendly, or romantic. You didn't do or say anything incorrectly. I'd say Yang is more at fault here." Blake jabs a thumb in Yang's direction. "Yang is actually a romantic at heart."

"What?! No way!" Yang picks up Blake's book and flops it onto her lap. "I'm a stud! A bodacious vixen!"

Blake smirks and flutters her gaze toward Yang, "Oh? I seem to remember you intently watching your soap operas." Yang sputtered, "I think you even cried."

"Shut up!" Red in embarrassment, Yang throws a pillow onto Blake's chuckling face. That's the last time she will ever watch her dramas in anyone's presence. If she hits her hard enough, will Blake forget about it? Sadly, Blake is her partner, so she can't exactly do that.

Ashe frowns and grunts for their attention once more, "About that date?"

Yang groans at Blake's smirk. "Yea, fine. Whatever. Not like I have anything else to do tomorrow. There's a club I know in the city, it's great. Loud music, shady people, and alcohol!" A grin works upon the golden girl's lips. "I'm kinda getting stoked for this now that I think about it. Blake, you game?"

Said girl rolled her eyes, "Join you in a late-night outing to a club, with annoying music, creepy people, and drunks acting a fool?" Blake leans against her headboard, disinterested and going back to reading. "No thanks, maybe next time."

Yang huffed in annoyance, "Tell me how you really feel. We'll just have fun on our own then. You're gonna wish you came with us. We're gonna light the town on fire, bet on it!"

Blake hardly even listened to Yang anymore, "So jealous."

"Who left the door open? You're letting the cold air out. I room with savages I tell you." Ashe perked at the sudden voice with a jingle of her bell. "Oh, good morning Ashe, you are early. I was not expecting you till later." Weiss fluffs out her hair in grandiose, "At least some people have manners and a concept of time."

Yang growled and picked up her scroll, retreating onto Blake's bed on the other end. "Bite me, Princess."

Ashe looked between Weiss and Yang, though they spoke to each other rudely, there was no venom in their words. Perhaps, that's just the way they interact with one another. Oil and water so to speak. Even her squad members acted that way toward each other.

Her specifically.

"Mm, sorry if I'm too early. I wanted to drop my weapons off to Ruby before we left. She's doing a full performance maintenance for me." Ashe points a gloved finger in the weapon enthusiast's direction. When did Ruby put on a monocle magnifier? And is that a carton of strawberry milk on her desk?

Weiss perked at Ruby, said girl was humming and swaying her feet. Lost in her own little world. "Well, I suppose she is good for something. I must admit, Ruby is one of the best in this academy." Weiss isn't so conceited as to not give praise where it is due. "Just a moment. I'll freshen up and then we can head out." Without a pause, Weiss disappeared into their shared bathroom.

Team RWBY are buried deep into their own little bubbles. Curiosity begins to settle within Ashe. With a twitch of her nose, she shuffles over toward Ruby. She's never been that great of a mechanic, but she can do a few basic maintenances. She wonders how Ruby is working and peers over the lithe shoulder to take a closer look. Her bell chimes quietly into the girl's ear.

"Ah! Don't look! They aren't presentable!"

Ashe leaps away when Ruby shouts and covers the weapons with her body. What just happened? Why can't she look? Those are her daggers. Turning to Yang for an answer, it was all for naught. Said girl had a faraway gaze out the window before massaging at her temples.

So much for that.

Retreating to the entryway, Ashe finds herself quickly growing bored. Before she could go crazy, the bathroom door opens. Weiss holsters her weapon within her cloth belt. "I'm ready, shall we take our leave?" Fluffing out her asymmetrical ponytail, Weiss strides passed Ashe.

A perfume tickled on Ashe's nose. It was fresh and cool. Reminding her of some white flowers she saw growing during the winter snow. She doesn't know what they were called. "Mm." At least they can finally leave. It's been an awkward experience for her.

"You kids behave yourselves!" Weiss twitches at Yang's teasing voice. "Make sure to bring our Princess back at a reasonable time Ashe and be on your best behavior Weiss. Remember, hands to yourselves!"

Ashe found herself quickly dragged out of the room with a slam behind her. "You told them, didn't you?" Weiss looked annoyed with a frown.

"Was I not supposed to?"

Lips shining in gloss parted to speak, but hesitated. Light blue eyes flickered in thought. Weiss recalls their conversation from before. Not once did she mention that it was to be kept secret. "My apologies. It's an oversight on my part. Forget about it." Weiss stalks off, annoyed that she will now have to deal with Yang's teasing later.

Maybe she will avoid coming back to the dorm anytime soon.

When they made it to the bullhead docks, a familiar figure was waiting for their arrival. Weiss made herself prime and proper. Fluffing out her skirt and stood poised, respectable. Looking every bit of the elite she was.

Ashe on the other hand.

"What do you want this time?"

Weiss balked at Ashe's blunt and rude tone. She didn't just talk like that toward the Headmaster. Now he is probably gonna get angry and lecture them both. Probably drop her prestige down to a delinquent. This is not how her day is supposed to go. Weiss slowly inches away from Ashe. Ozpin glaring toward her behind his spectacles.

"Come now, Ms. Souris, perhaps we just coincidently bumped into each other. Being the gentleman that I am, I simply offered my polite and sincere greetings." Ozpin leaned onto his cane with an amused grin.

"Mm. Coincidently happen to be standing at the entrance to the bullhead docks. Coincidently, on the same day that we decide to have a date out in the city." Weiss flushed and sputtered. "Coincidently, at the exact same time." She's calling him out on that bullshit.

This entire week, Ozpin was a thorn in her side. Randomly appearing during passing period and asking her to run an errand for him. The first time she thought nothing of it. He asked her to retrieve his spectacles from the library. Nothing too difficult, but then he showed up again. This time he asked her to scour the docks for his scroll. Apparently, he dropped it during a call. How? Then, he had the gall to ask her to search for his favorite mug that he misplaced.

Somewhere through out the entire academy. That took hours, and many intense moments of rage. It was a pain in the ass to scour every teacher's lounge and classroom till she found it. He forgot it on the roof. How did it even get up there? Why was he up there to begin with? Its been nothing but chores for her in the disguise of work. Now, he wants to say he was here on coincidence.

Coincidence?

The audacity.

"Ms. Souris, you wound me. To believe that I, your beloved and most trusted Headmaster, would have an ulterior motive for approaching you this day? I am shocked and hurt by such a baseless accusation. I would never."

Ashe glared at Ozpin suspiciously. Weiss could only stare owlishly at their exchange. Wondering if they were also so casual with one another. "Why are you here?"

Reaching into his tux to pull out an envelope, Ozpin hands it to Ashe. "Why, I merely wanted to give you your weekly pay of course. I had no prior knowledge of your date. Merely a coincidence that I just so happened to be handing you your pay before your day out." His spectacles shine in the light.

Reluctantly taking the pay, Ashe pockets it suspiciously. Ozpin isn't even trying to hide his lie. He knew exactly about their plans. Not sure how, or why, but he did. So, why is he giving it to her now? Her nose twitches in thought. He could have given it to her yesterday, she worked late after all. Seems like it's an excuse to just bump into her.

Something's not quite right…

Ozpin turns his focus toward Weiss. She straightens up under his gaze. The glint within his eyes, mischievous. "Ah, Ms. Schnee, good morning, and how are you this fine day?" Ashe glared, the wheels beginning to churn within her mind.

Politely smiling, Weiss follows proper protocol, "Good morning, Headmaster Ozpin, I am doing well. Thank you for asking. How about yourself, sir?"

Ozpin perked up, far too enthusiastic for Ashe's taste. "I am simply wonderful! It is such a beautiful day today. In fact, this calls for some coffee or tea and sweet delights. Why, there's this little café I know that has the best drinks you could ever have. It is a must for all coffee enthusiast. I'm sure Ashe knows the one, correct?" His lips twist into a smirk.

Realization dawns onto Ashe. He's using Weiss to dictate where they are going. But, why? What does he have to gain?

Weiss's curiosity was peaked, "Which café is that? If Headmaster Ozpin recommends it so much, I would love to go." She fell for it quite easily.

Ashe tensed with a tight expression. She was going to take her there regardless. Because that is the only café shop that she knows of. That isn't part of the shady side of town. Why does Ozpin need for her to admit it though? "If you're referring to Miyako's café, that's where I was planning to go in the first place."

Ozpin is quite pleased with himself, "Yes, yes, I highly recommend it. I am sure she would be delighted to see you again. I don't want to delay you girls any longer. Enjoy yourselves and have a wonderful date."

Weiss twitched before giving a polite bow. Ashe stares at Ozpin when she strides passed him. With her back finally turned to him, Ozpin suddenly coughs for her attention. "That reminds me, Ms. Souris. Since you're heading in that direction…"

God damn it. She knew it.

Begrudgingly, she turns back to the headmaster. He had a bright smile at a job well done. Cheeky bastard. "Give this to Miyako if you will. She will know what to do." A pink envelope is extended toward her.

Ashe snatches it from his hand. He never coincidently bumps into her. There is always some errand he throws toward her. How did he even know they were leaving? Sometimes he is quite creepy. Surely, he didn't just stand here till they showed up. How has Professor Goodwitch put up with him for so long? "Is that all?"

"Yes, yes. I must make a hasty retreat now though. Before Professor Goodwitch finds I am missing from my office." Without another word, Ozpin power walks at a brisk pace. Even he doesn't want to test Professor Goodwitch's patience.

"What was that about?" Perked Weiss curiously.

Ashe sighed and gave Weiss a tired expression. "You fell for that so easily." Weiss tightened, "There's only one café that I'd be comfortable taking you to, and that's Miyako's. He couldn't outright say it, because it would prove my point. He used you to publicly say you wanted to go there. This way it gave him an excuse to make me run an errand for him on my day off."

Weiss felt a sting against her pride, "He wouldn't do something like that. Ozpin is the Headmaster of Beacon."

"Try working with him for a week." Ashe passes Weiss by to board the bullhead. There was no need to even speak to the pilot. The doors closed and the vehicle lifted to their destination.

Ozpin knew how it would play out. Clever boy.

Along the path, both girls made small talk. Mostly Weiss speaking and Ashe listening. She was quite the window shopper, and constantly made Ashe stop to peek. Weiss dragged her into clothing stores mostly. Though, nothing caught Ashe's eye. Everything was impractical. Frilly and high-end. Nothing but dresses and skirts, she hates them.

Academy Uniform included.

Looking through a window on the sidewalk, a jewelry store catches her eye. Within the glass is a small jewelry box. Two blue earrings rest within. Shaped like tear drops and simple. Tilting her head, Ashe's nose twitches. That color matches Weiss quite well, but then she notices the price tag. With a grimace, Ashe continues.

It was a weird experience. Weiss wanted to be the one leading, but she didn't know where to go. Making Ashe point out the directions, letting Weiss lead her on. Strange.

Finally, a soft chime of the door signals their entrance. A cool breeze greeting the two teens with a fragrance of sweets, coffee, and teas. The lights were dimmed with opened windows, letting the sunlight illuminate the store.

A familiar voice calls out to them from behind the bar, "Sit wherever you'd like, I'll be with you momentarily."

Weiss turns toward Ashe, expecting her to choose. Instead, the faunus shrugs and motions for Weiss to choose. May as well let the Heiress do it, she wanted to lead them around in the first place. It's a good excuse to not upset the high-maintenance princess. Last thing Ashe wants to do is choose the incorrect seating.

She has a hunch; Weiss would nag about it endlessly.

Ashe should have thought it through. Weiss chose front seats along the large window. While the sunlight was warm and felt nice in the air condition, she hates being so exposed. A booth in the dark corner would be much more fitting.

With a grimace, she sucks it up and sits on the other end of the two-person table. It's to show her gratitude anyways. "This is nice." Ashe perked up toward Weiss. "Quite comfortable, and the aroma is nice. I don't smell anything burnt, so the barista is at least up to standards."

Is she some kind of critic? Reflecting on everything she knows about Weiss, it's an easy yes. She criticizes everything and everyone. Quite rudely as well.

"I'm glad you approve. I hope to live up to your standards, Ms." Cup holsters are placed upon their table. "Welcome to my café. My name is Miyako, and I am the barista." Turning toward Ashe, Miyako's head tilts before giving a warm smile. "Oh, I remember you. You came by with Ozpin a while back."

Wait, she remembers her? Not many people remember her when she doesn't return. It is kind of nice to know Miyako remembered her from that one night. "Mm, that's right. My name is Ashe, I am surprised you remember me. I didn't exactly talk that much."

"Of course. Recall what I told you. I remember everyone that comes into my shop. It would be bad for business if I couldn't." She turns toward Weiss, "And who might this young lady be, a friend of yours?"

With the class that she was born into, Weiss politely bows at Miyako with grace. "Weiss Schnee, pleased to meet you."

"My pleasure, Ms. Schnee."

Weiss shakes her head politely with a dismissive wave, "You may call me Weiss, I get enough of the Ms. at the academy and everywhere else I go."

"As you wish, Weiss." Hands upon her hips, Miyako glances between the two girls. "What brings you two ladies here this afternoon?" Turning into a more friendly and casual approach.

Weiss attempted to leap over the small table and cover Ashe's mouth, but she is too slow. "I am here on a date with Weiss."

Thunk.

Both Ashe and Miyako hear Weiss flop against the table in an undignified manner. She shutters and releases a deep breath in defeat.

A grin tugs onto the Barista's lips, "Well, well, allow me to take your orders and I shall give you two ladies some privacy."

Ashe recalls the drink she had from before, she very much enjoyed it. "I'll take the peached tea with peach garnish again, please."

"Of course, and for you, Weiss?"

Said girl sat in dignified manner as if she didn't just flop against the table. "May I have a flat white, please."

"Very well, I shall have your orders up momentarily." Before Miyako could walk away, Ashe perks up in recollection.

"One more thing." Ashe digs out a familiar pink envelope. Eager to be rid of the cursed item, she hands it to Miyako. "Ozpin told me to give this to you. He said you would know what to do."

Miyako rolls her eyes with the parchment in hand. "Of course, he would. I swear, that man always sends an unwilling delivery person. I'll never understand why he does not just come in person." She grumbled and paced off to start on their orders.

"How exactly do you know Headmaster Ozpin? She said he brought you here a while back, but you never left the academy. So that would mean before the enrollment."

Ashe found Weiss staring with chilling and curious eyes. Why is she so observant? Over the week, she has noticed that Weiss has an unyielding thirst of curiosity. Always wanting to learn new and unknown things. It is like her hobby and desire. Not only that, but Weiss is not afraid of confrontation to get what she wants.

Commendable, but annoying.

The last the she wants is a determined Weiss Schnee poking around for her past. There's no telling what she could dig up with her detective skills. It would just make her life uncomfortable, and she doubts Weiss would stop till she figured it all out. Weiss Schnee always got what she wanted.

For the most part.

Ashe tilts her top hat back straight, "Mm…did Ruby ever tell you how she enrolled at an early age?"

She remembered asking Ozpin about that tidbit of information during her second day. Considering what she saw that night, and already knowing most of what happened. Ozpin filled her in on the missing pieces.

It was then she decided that he just did whatever he wanted at a spur of the moment pace without any thought. How has Glynda Goodwitch not snapped yet?

Weiss nods a soft hum, "Yes, she told us about that night. How she put a stop to that Roman Torchwick person from robbing a dust store. I have always wondered about the authenticity of it, so I suppose it's true then?"

"Mm." Ashe rests her arms on the table, letting her thumbs whirl around each other. She may as well tell her a bit of what happened that night. Not like Ozpin said it was classified, and what he doesn't know, doesn't hurt. Weiss is good at keeping secrets anyways. No one else knows she's a Faunus, right? "What I am about to tell you, keep it a secret. The only other person who knows, is Ozpin. That I know of."

Cold, light blue eyes focus into Ashe's honey, searching for something. "Very well."

Before she could continue, a drink is placed upon their cup holsters. Ashe gave a tiny smile at the sight of the peached tea. Only her second time to see it, yet it feels familiar in a strange way. Weiss's gaze lingered a bit longer than usual at the soft, ghost of a smile.

The sound of porcelain distracts Weiss from Ashe. Miyako also placed condiments for her personal use, if she so chose to do. Their hostess must be great at reading the atmosphere. She quietly departs without a word of interruption. Keeping a professional smile all the while. Ashe is starting to realize why Ozpin brought her here.

"Continue." Demanded Weiss, inhaling the aroma of her coffee in grace.

Ashe snorted. Leave it to Weiss to never lose track of what she wants and to stubbornly push the issue. Weiss narrowed at the snort but kept quiet. "Well, let's just say, that Ruby was not the only one there that night. I was too."

"That makes sense." Ashe fluttered her eyes in confusion at the easy acceptance. Weiss's eyes flickered in habit of her deep thought. Ashe is starting to notice it is a habit and easily noticeable if you know where to look. "Ruby said she took down four of them, but in the official report, there was a total of ten. So, that left six unaccounted for in how they were taken down. A piece of the puzzle was missing, but I couldn't figure out what it was. That's why I found it difficult to believe Ruby's story in the first place. It did not add up. But the piece that I was missing, was you, wasn't it?"

Wrapping her hand around the cool beverage, Ashe brings it to her lap. Looks like she made the right decision. If Weiss went and dug up information about Ruby's story, no telling what she would do if Ashe kept secrets from Weiss. Especially if she doesn't know what to look for. No doubt, Weiss would turn over every rock, just because.

She will need to be careful on what she finds out. So long as Weiss doesn't know about something, she won't dig for it.

"Mm, I was the one who took down the other six." Ashe told Weiss how she took them down. It wasn't a very grandiose tale. Just a group of riffraff that anyone could deal with. "Afterwards is when Ozpin found me. And, well considering my previous affiliation, you can assume how I took to the headmaster sneaking up on me."

Ashe took one of the peach garnishes and pops it into her mouth to suckle on its juices. She could physically see all the gears whirling and turning inside of Weiss's head. Letting her come to her own conclusions is the best solution. Weiss will convince herself that she's figured it out, and more than likely, sate her curiosity.

Weiss focusing into her coffee, Weiss's long and snow colored hair strokes along her cheek, "From what any sane person would do...You would run away. But it's Headmaster Ozpin. One of the greatest huntsmen around. You did not escape, right? That much is obvious, because she said he brought you here."

Ashe had to give her credit. Weiss is extremely smart. More than people give her credit for. She would make for a great investigator or detective. It is kind of scary when she thinks about it. Then again, it does make sense considering she is the heiress of the Schnee company. Either she learned how to utilize her intelligence or be taken advantage of by others.

"Mm, correct. You are an intelligent woman, Weiss. Makes me envious if I am to be honest. Afterwards, he brought me here for questioning. Basically, he knows everything you do. What's under my hat and what I used to be a part of. Then he gave me the option to enroll into Beacon, which I accepted."

The tips of Weiss's ears burned a tender red, "Well, yes. That is obvious, I am an intelligent woman. I did not spend all my time goofing off like a certain team mate of mine. I spent all my youth hitting the books and learning. I thank you for the praise, none-the-less."

She couldn't help the twitch of her lips from amusement. Ashe had forgotten, just how 'humble' Weiss was about herself. It looks like that part of her did not change in the slightest. Well, at least she does not flaunt and lord it over others like she used to, so maybe she changed a tiny bit.

Weiss peered out toward the window and into the street. A few pedestrians pass along the sidewalk. The mid-day beginning to pick up and people enjoying the warmth. This is…peaceful for her. She will admit, she had doubts about going for a beverage with Ashe. The girl isn't exactly what you would call social. But to her surprise, she's enjoying herself. Ozpin was correct as well; the coffee was delicious. Miyako really knows how to brew. She wouldn't mind becoming a regular patron here when she has the free time.

Placing her elbow upon the table, Weiss's chin rests within her palm with fingers curled under her lower lip. This is what she enjoys about coffee so much. While the drink is it, it is the atmosphere she enjoys. Basking in the sun and letting her mind rest. The soft hum of the coffee maker helped drown out the useless noise.

Weiss loved the tranquility and peace that it offered. It is seldom that she gets to enjoy a respite like this. She lives a busy and demanding life.

"You are really pretty."

Weiss hummed quietly. An eye flutters into a half-lid with her head tilting to peer over her slender shoulder. Peeking toward Ashe from the corner of her eye, long and silky hair glistened like snow that flowed like a calm river. Weiss couldn't help but to stare toward Ashe with her light blue gaze.

It was an interesting sight. Ashe was fumbling around in embarrassment, before shoving a peach garnish into her mouth to shut herself up. Weiss couldn't help but let the corner of her lips turn upward. Strange, that she's finding herself learning more about Ashe's peculiar habits. She tends to blurt things out without thought when she finds something interesting. It's flattering to know that Ashe finds her interesting.

But Weiss likes that she blurts out what she really feels on the inside. Though it may be on accident or without meaning, she's truthful about it. That's all Weiss really cares about.

She's an honest girl.

Something that Weiss rarely comes across. Of course, Ashe keeps her secrets. She's not dumb to presume otherwise, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. Everyone has their secrets, and Weiss is no different. She would be a hypocritic to judge her otherwise.

Weiss will never be a hypocrite. She avoids it at all costs, but she's not perfect. Not yet. Weiss also understands, that she is a difficult person to get along with. She is self-aware about herself. Yes, she is pushy and always gets what she wants. She's stubborn. Weiss knows this very well.

Yet, Ashe never complains and always goes along with her whims and demands. She may do it begrudgingly, but she's accepted Weiss for who she is.

Something that Weiss has longed for people to do. To see her. That's why she accepted Ashe's offer for a drink. If she was being honest, Weiss was curious to see how Ashe would react to it being a date. She did not expect the response and easy-going attitude about it. It was refreshing.

Though, she did feel a small pang of guilt when Ashe asked what a date was. Just how socially depraved was the girl to not even know that much? Karma decided to retaliate for Ashe. Yang and Blake now know about their date and are going to torment her later about it. She just knows it.

While she may deserve it, like hell she's going to take it lying down. Those are thoughts for later. Weiss has kept quiet long enough. Poor girl is doing all she can to meld into her chair. "Thank you. I appreciate your compliments, because I know they are genuine. Not like the other students that have been vying for my attention lately. It's nice."

Weiss fully turns to Ashe. Said faunus perks up like a board under her scrutinous gaze. Weiss takes the time to actually look at the girl. She never really took the time before and always gave her a quick gloss over. She doesn't wear any make-up, which is odd considering about everyone wears some form of it in Beacon.

She notices Ashe's lashes are naturally long and those honey colored eyes are quite mesmerizing if she stares at them for too long. Warm and enticing. She has natural and soft looking light-colored lips. They were not too pink but matched her skin color. Which looked soft and smooth.

Ashe looked cute. Maybe adorable?

Weiss weighed the words within her mind. Deciding, which is a better fit, and chooses on cute. For some reason, she kept imagining someone pointing a finger at Ashe and calling her adorable. Only to have her bite at the offending finger.

"You know, you're pretty cute."

Weiss softly chuckles when Ashe further sputters in embarrassment. Nearly choking on the peach garnish, she was chewing on. She had to chug down her cool tea with a crimson shade to her human ears and nose. Weiss couldn't help but find some enjoyment in that reaction. Is this why people flirt? To see such reactions from people they are interested in? She will have to investigate this, but it is more fun than she thought.

Although, it is time to find out why Ashe invited her out here in the first place. "So, what was the reason you asked me out for a drink?"

The red hue slowly fades when Ashe chugs her tea. Weiss crosses her legs under the table with a smirk. Oh yes, this is much more fun than she realized.

Invigorating even.

"M-Mm, I brought you here, because I wanted to show you my gratitude for what you've done for me. But I didn't know how. I heard that you loved coffee, and I heard that buying someone a drink is a way of showing appreciation."

Weiss takes a tender sip of her coffee, "Well, I remember you saying something about gratitude, but for what? I do not remember doing anything worthy of appreciation." What she does remember, is snapping toward Ashe about showing gratitude once or twice. Not very becoming of her. "In fact, I would say I owe you. First, you saved me during my fall. Second, we all left you behind, which we should all apologize for. Thirdly, if it were not for you, that third Grimm would have interfered and possibly killed us all."

Her light blue eyes stare into those shocked honey orbs as they shimmer in confusion. Weiss couldn't help but arch a brow tenderly, 'Does she truly not realize how wrongfully that was for everyone to leave her. Just for her to turn around and help us?'

Ashe shrugged her shoulders, withdrawing into herself with a faraway look into her tea. Her voice was softer than a whisper, "That doesn't mean anything. Everyone leaves me behind; I wouldn't expect anything less."

Weiss visibly frowns and tightens her fingers around her cup. What's that supposed to mean? If not that, then what is she trying to show gratitude for? The only other thing she's done is keep her secret. Weiss perks up and sets down her cup. Realization finally dawns upon her.

"Ashe, if you're trying to thank me for keeping your secret, then do not even bother." Ashe flinches away, "There is no need for gratitude, because that's something an normal person would do if asked. It's easily noticeable how uncomfortable it makes you, so there's no way I could ever break your trust. However, to avoid any further debate about this, that would either A) Nullify one of the three previously mentioned, or B) be paid for by you allowing me to use that wondrous bathtub of yours whenever I want. As far as I see it, I still owe you."

Weiss was of logical thought process. Mathematical and strategical. Working out solutions into formulas. That is just how her mind worked. It hasn't failed her yet. So, using an equation for this issue, she would still be the one that is in the negative and the indebted. It only nullifies one of her debts. Why would Ashe be the one offering to buy her a drink? It should be the other way around.

This doesn't make sense.

It's illogical.

Weiss should buy the drink instead. It's not like money is an issue for her. She has more than plenty of it. But she knows Ashe can be stubborn when she wants. Best to avoid that issue for now and offer to treat her out next time. Would it be a date? Maybe, so far it has been quite enjoyable, and the coffee is marvelous.

"What has you so hung up on showing people gratitude today?" It was quite a mystery, and she does so detest, but love, mysteries. "I bumped into Ren on the way back to his room in the hallway for a nap. He said you and he cooked a breakfast buffet to express your gratitude toward team JNPR."

What has her so caught up on this course? Ashe is going to tire herself out by the end of the day. She has to deal with schoolwork and lectures, her little office gig with Ozpin, and make time for training. Does she really have time for little detours like this?

No.

There's some deeper meaning that is making her do this.

Weiss caught sight of Ashe's left hand sliding across the table. Her right hand rubbed and applied pressure upon her temple. Like she was in pain. "Why…am I so fixated on showing my gratitude?" Everything was a haze for her. When Ashe's eyes closed and muscles tensed, something happened.

A sudden panic engulfs the petite faunus. Hyperventilation and sweat breaks out with a quivering lip. She whimpers in a soft cry when those eyes peer open for only a moment, but Weiss saw them. Desperate and pained, asking for help.

Before Weiss could call out to her and reach across. Those once warm and honey eyes, now dull and lifeless, roll into the back of her head. Collapsing onto the table. Weiss cried out for Miyako.

The last thought Ashe had, was a childish cackle within her mind. It pulled her once more into a nightmare.

(A/N)

I'm not entirely sure why, but this was quite a fun chapter for me to work on. I wonder how many people got that WoW reference. Or was it just an illusion? What am I hiding?

Oh-hohoho~