Chapter sixteen: About time
(a/n- some light adult related content in this chapter, read at your own risk. Other than that, enjoy the fluf- chapter! I mean, enjoy the chapter!)
I stared down at the impostor, keeping my gun aimed at her forehead, until she smirked. "No use hiding it huh?" she said, her voice shifting from the gentler voice of Pyrrha to a higher pitched, somewhat more cocky voice. I saw her stand up, her handcuffs spinning around her finger as she rushed towards me. I fired off a shot, only for her to knock me back over the desk, causing me to land behind it. When I looked up, I heard the familiar click, seeing one of the handcuff links locking my wrist to my desk. I grabbed said desk, gritting my teeth as I felt my foot connect to the woman's jaw. She staggered as I moved, swinging my other fist at her. Blake got involved to, pulling out her pistol and aiming at the woman. She grabbed Pyrrha's gun, and I nearly froze as I felt the gun barrel to my head.
"Move and your man gets it."
Blake froze, aiming up at the woman. I saw her eyes flash with hesitation, she wasn't going to pull the trigger. The woman masquerading as Pyrrha just smirked, keeping the gun aimed at me. "Drop the gun, kick it over." she said. Blake slowly complied, setting the gun on the floor before she stood, kicking it over to us. The woman bent down, picking up the gun and aiming it at Blake. "Now… which one of you should I kill first?" she said, smirking slightly as she aimed at both of us. "Me!" me and Blake both said, our eyes widening as we looked at each other. We'd both been thinking the same thing. "If I die, maybe he/she can get out." The woman looked between us, a smirk curling onto her lips. She was enjoying herself, I didn't doubt that for a second. "How cute~ You both think dying will make the other safe. Better idea." I felt her press the gun harder against the back of my neck. I heard her cocking it. "You die first."
"Jaune!"
BANG!
I heard ringing in my ears as the woman staggered back, dropping both the guns and gripping at her right hand. I saw the gun falling to pieces, blown apart by the looks of it. Blake didn't waste time, rushing over and diving for her gun. The other woman recovered though, slamming her foot into the side of Blake's face just as she grabbed it. I reacted, moving around and swinging my foot, connecting with the impostor's stomach. The effect was what I expected, the wind knocked out of her. Unfortunately though, she managed to recover, dashing forwards and slamming her foot onto Blake's back. She jumped off of her, bracing herself as she shattered the window, disappearing in a screen of broken glass. "Knew I should've sprung for the triple pane glass." I thought to myself as I saw the woman falling down into the streets below. I looked up, seeing Blake, sitting there, still aiming her gun out the window. I felt the ringing disappear as I moved around, looking up.
Standing at the door, holding a smoking rifle, was May. She smirked, holstering her rifle. "Still got it." she said, looking towards the window. I looked back at Blake, but all I saw was a blur of black as I felt her wrap her arms around me, forcing my head just above her chest. "Jaune! Are you okay?!" she asked, pulling back and looking down at me. I saw real concern in her eyes, one of the few times I'd seen genuine emotion out of her. I reached a hand up, patting her upper back slightly as I smiled. "I'm fine Blake… man, that looks like it hurts…" I said, moving my hand up and, as gently as I could, laying it on her cheek, where a bit of blood was trickling down, as well as a dark bruise forming. She cringed away, but gave me a clearly fake smile. "It's not that bad." she said. I frowned up at her as I stood, leaning against my desk with one hand as I looked at Pyrrha's equipment belt.
Thankfully I saw the piece of metal I needed, and I grabbed out the keys to the cuffs, quickly unlocking them. I stood, looking over at May and smiling. "Nice shot." I said simply. May just shook her head, smirking slightly back at me. I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say. "Blowing apart someone's gun is nothing. I could make that shot in my sleep." she said, looking at me with, oddly enough, just confidence. I'd expected there to be arrogance in her voice, but no, she just knew her limitations, and she seemed to know them well. "I can't thank you enough." "I'm pretty sure I'm the one that should be saying that." I said, smiling down at Blake. She looked up at me, her cheeks slightly flushed before she turned away, looking down at Pyrrha's belt. "Wonder where the real Pyrrha is?"
"I think I can answer that one."
I looked up, seeing Velvet standing in the door, her expression strangely shocked. Though, if I walked into a room and saw a pink haired girl holding a sniper rifle, and a cat faunus hugging my boss to her with a red face, I'd probably be a little shocked too. "There's something you need to see Jaune." she said, looking over at me. I nodded, grabbing Pyrrha's belt in one hand as I walked over there, Blake and May following behind me. When I walked outside, Velvet just pointed behind her. I looked over to, a slight blush creeping up on my confused expression. There was Pyrrha, no doubt it was her, clad in what looked to be bright red underwear. Her hands weren't bound, but she was simply sitting there, her legs spread slightly and her arms at her sides. She looked up, only moving above her neck. "You've got my belt." she said, giving me a little smile, her own face almost as red as her hair.
"Uh, why are you in your underwear… and lying in the hallway?" Blake asked, walking around to the side. Velvet looked over at us, shrugging slightly. "I walked over to the closet to get some wipes to clean my desk, she was just lying there… probably has been for awhile now." she said, considering the fact Velvet only cleaned her desk maybe three times a week. She kept it clean enough that's all she had to do. Pyrrha nodded, "It was just a few hours ago actually. I was winding down in my house after work when someone knocked on the door. I answered it but, the next thing I know I see a woman that looks just like me dressing in my police uniform. The only difference was she stuffed a lot of tissue paper in her bra." she said, her face burning slightly brighter at that fact. I nodded, so whoever did it had a smaller chest than Pyrrha, that narrowed it down to… almost every woman in Vale. Guess that doesn't help.
"Did she strip you down too?" May asked, looking over my shoulder. Pyrrha's face got a little brighter as she gave us a nervous giggle, shutting her eyes for a second. "Well uh… no. I was already like this when I got knocked out." she said. I raised an eyebrow, confusion obvious on my face. I had no doubt everyone else was thinking the same thing. I decided to voice our questions. "Wait, why?" I asked. Her face got even brighter as she looked away. I was rather surprised she wasn't covering as much of herself as she could at the moment. "I was… relaxing, after a long day of work. Let's uh… let's put it that way." she said, looking away from us. Blake and May seemed confused, though my face immediately lit up into a blush brighter than Pyrrha's hair. Considering I hung around with Nora and Ren so much, I had a good guess of what she meant. "What do you mea- ooooooh." Blake said, her face slowly turning redder as she came to the same conclusion I did.
"Umm, again, why are you still sitting there?" "Well… I can't actually move." Pyrrha said, answering my question as she gave me another nervous smile. I looked over at Velvet, who was slowly nodding, as if confirming something to herself. "That would explain why you don't have any binds. No cuffs, no zip-ties, no gag, nothing." I said. Though, the last one didn't make as much sense. Maybe she was just recovering from whatever had (hopefully) temporarily paralyzed her. "If only Ren were here, maybe he'd know what it was and have a cure for her." I thought to myself. The only times I ever really needed him around, he was off having drunk sex with Nora. Par for the course when working with him I guess. "Well, it seems to be wearing off. I don't think we can do much other than let it run it's course." I said. It didn't seem lethal, so hopefully it would leave her system soon enough.
Pyrrha just sighed, "Great… so I'm stuck paralyzed in my underwear until this wears off." she said, looking away from us as I saw her blush get stronger. May just shrugged, smirking over at the young police captain. "Could be worse, she could've stripped you naked and stuffed you in a bear." she said. Me and Blake both smiled, but Pyrrha and Velvet just got the most confused looks on their faces. I walked over to Pyrrha, getting down on one knee and smiling at her. "Should probably get you out of the hallway… in case anyone decides to show up." I said. Pyrrha just nodded, looking over at Blake and May, then at Velvet. She just sighed, looking away and shutting her eyes. "Mind carrying me?" she asked. I just nodded, reaching down and scooping her up in my arms, bridal style like I normally did anyone I was carrying.
Blake followed me as I carried her up the stairs, her blushing all the while. I just took her into the room next to Blake's, laying her on the bed. "You should be okay until the poison wears off." I said, nodding down towards her. She just nodded back, looking ahead of her with a bored expression. She would likely be bored out of her mind until she could move again, but hey, it was better than being dead. I walked out, shutting the door and grabbing Blake's hand, looking at her cheek with a frown. "You uh, want me to look at that?" I asked, gesturing towards her cheek. Blake looked like she was about to refuse, but then just nodded. Either she was getting over her embarrassment, or she was just admitting to herself that it actually hurt. I guided her into the room across from us, Ren had reserved as an area to treat injuries. Velvet ended up in there more often than I'd like to admit, mostly due to clumsiness thankfully.
I guided Blake inside, shutting the door as I looked in. It was like most of the other apartments considering it had a bed and it was about the same dimensions. Though, where it wasn't like in the other apartments, was the shelves of ingredients and small jars, most of which I didn't know the use of, as well as other sorts of surgical implements, as well as simple bandages, towels, and ice packs in and around the small fridge. "Sit on the bed, I'll see what I can do." I said. I saw Blake's face turn slightly red, but she complied, walking over to the bed and sitting down. Meanwhile, I walked over to the familiar black notebook on the table, one of Ren's journal's. Now, as an Arc I was trained in fixing up minor wounds, setting bones and all that. But a kick to the face? I wasn't really sure what to do for it. "Is there anywhere else it hurts or, just your face?" I asked.
"Well, she did stomp on my back pretty hard… it kind of hurts to walk." she said, frowning as she gingerly rubbed it, wincing all the while. She was trying to downplay it, but I could tell she was in a lot of pain. I rushed through the ointments Ren had showed me, as well as the one's in the notebook, until I found it. Something he called Aloe Vera. Mostly used for burn wounds, but it was also supposed to help swelling and sometimes pain. I grabbed it out from the fridge, as Ren liked to chill his for some reason, and quickly dabbed out a bit of it onto my palm, looking over at Blake. "Hold still, this may be a bit cold." I said, moving my hand towards her cheek. She shut her eyes, bracing herself for some kind of impact. Instead though, what I got was a sigh of relief as I rubbed it around. "Better…" she said, showing her cat faunus nature once again by rubbing into my hand, nearly purring.
When I took my hand away, it was my faces turn to go bright red. "Umm… I need to do the same with your back… if it hurts the same way." I said. Blake's eyes widened, her face matching mine as she slowly nodded, standing up. She reached back, her eyes widening as I saw her blush get deeper. "Umm, t-turn around for a second, okay?" she asked. I raised an eyebrow, but complied anyway, slowly turning around. I heard her take off the denim jacket, as well as the top. Strangely, I heard more movement as well. After a second, I heard it stop, and a meek noise telling me to move around. When I turned, I felt my face suddenly resemble Pyrrha's hair. Blake was sitting there, her face pressing into the pillow on the mattress, in only her underwear. There wasn't even a strap for her bra either, the only clothing she had on being the pair of black panties. "Huh?!" I said, looking down as I nearly dropped the jar.
I could hear the nerves in Blake's voice as she spoke. "Just… hurry up so I can put my clothes back on. I gave May my clean one okay!" she said, no doubt referring to the fact that May had had to borrow some of Blake's clothes when we left Mistral. I gulped, slowly nodding as I shakily set the jar down. I got a fair bit of the ointment on my fingers as I slowly reached down, "This uh… this may be a little, um, cold…" I said somewhat quietly. I knew I sounded awkward, but hell in this situation I figured it was warranted. Blake just nodded, and I reached down. I heard a sharp intake of breath come from her, but not a complaint. I moved it slowly around her back, not really knowing where it hurt. I just applied it across her lower back and even hitting her hip. She let out another sigh of relief, but considering the circumstances, this one sounded much worse than the last.
After a few seconds I stopped, but then I looked down at her back. It was strange, a scar by the looks of it. It seemed to be the only one, near the side of her hip. It looked almost like a bullet wound. I gingerly touched it with my finger. "OW!" I heard Blake yell, her nearly jumping up as I fell backwards, falling to the floor from the sudden imbalance. I rubbed the back of my head slightly, "Jaune! Are you alright?" she asked. I opened my eyes, about to answer, when I suddenly froze, my mouth hanging open slightly. I looked up, seeing that I'd apparently taken Blake with me, as both her hands were to the sides of my head. I looked up, trying to keep my eyes on her face, and not on her bare breasts that were freely exposed not a few inches away. "Yeah… Um, Blake?" I said, nodding down towards her chest. She looked towards it, her face suddenly matching mine as she stood, sitting on the bed and grabbing the blanket, pulling it almost up to her chin.
"Where'd you get that scar?" I asked, standing up and looking over at her. She looked back up at me, then she turned around, facing the wall as I saw her exposing her back to me. "I got it from Adam during a… disagreement of ours." "Blake, it's a bullet wound. What did he shoot you because he disagreed with you?" I asked, concern flashing across my face. What kind of human, no what kind of anything would shoot someone just because of a disagreement? Seriously? "That wasn't the worst thing he did, it's just the only mark that hasn't healed yet." she said, lightly wincing when she touched it. I knew there was nothing for it, it was a scar, and unless Ren was here I doubt there was much I could do for it on my own. "I want to do something to help you but, for a scar… I can't even begin…" I said, letting my eyes fall to her scar. This time I slowly moved my hand over it, spreading some of the Aloe Vera onto it. She sighed, "That doesn't help really… some wounds just never heal." she said, frowning down at the ground in front of her.
I moved up, gently wrapping my arms around Blake's stomach, not wanting to accidentally touch her breasts, as I leaned closer. "Blake… I understand. You're just like I was… Adam broke you didn't he?" I said, gently setting my chin on her shoulder. I heard what may have been a gasp or a hiccup from Blake. Though, when she turned her head to look at me, her eyes were swimming with tears. "How… how did you-" "Because my mother did the same thing to me. My body, my mind, my soul, all broken and twisted almost beyond recognition and then built back up in a way that better suited the clan. I was heartless, remorseless… powerless. So believe me when I tell you that you can heal. Maybe not to what you were before, but you can heal Blake." I said. Blake's eyes were getting wider and wider, and I don't think either of us cared much for her nudity at the moment.
"You don't understand. In that room he-" "Chained you up? Whipped you until your back bled? Fed you non-lethal poisons while forcing you to insult yourself if you wanted even the slightest bit of food?" I said, giving a little smile. She blinked a few times, moving back away from me slightly. I just pulled her closer, turning sideways, and laying my head on the base of her neck. "Blake if there's anyone that knows what being broken is like, it's me. They may all have different methods, but the people that do it all want the same thing. They want you to think they've won, they want you to think they're invincible. They want you to think that you can never heal. If you believe you can never recover from what he did to you, you're right. You may as well give up." I said. Her ears dropped at that, I hadn't notice her drop her bow earlier. I held up a finger, pulling back out of the hug. "But if you believe that you can recover, then you're right. The problem isn't if you can heal Blake, it's if you will heal." I said, smiling at her.
I saw a flash of white as Blake dropped the blanket, moving around and wrapping her arms around my back, burying her head in my shoulder. I could hear her faint cries as I just wrapped my arms around her, feeling the cold from the drying Aloe Vera on my hands as I heard Blake speak. "How do I heal? Please… I want to heal, I just… I don't know how." she said, pulling back and looking up at me. I smiled at her, moving my hands up and cupping her face in them. I used my thumbs to wipe away at the tears on her face, smiling at her all the while. "It's not easy, nothing worth doing ever is. It took me years to, even now I'm not done. Having people close… having friends or a good family… it really helps." I said. Blake's tears seemed to stop as I felt her squeeze me to her tighter, smiling at me. I saw her face burn slightly as she moved slightly past my hands, leaning towards me. I leaned closer, our eyes meeting again. "Is this going to happen again? We get so close and then somethin-"
Rather than us being interrupted, I interrupted her, by pressing my lips against hers. Her eyes widened, but then they shut, and I shut mine as well, feeling my heart thundering in my chest. Unless I counted Velvet's little 'incident' a few years back, I was having my first kiss with Blake, while she was on a bed, mostly nude at that. I ignored it, moving my hands up, one tangling in her hair as I kept the other on her back. I felt her take my hat off with one hand, likely tossing it somewhere. I really didn't care, I just focused on Blake. She was a good kisser, no question of that much. I tugged on her hair slightly, letting my instincts guide me for a change. Although, it had to end eventually. I felt a burning in my lungs as I strained to keep our lips connected… but I knew it was a losing fight. The two of us pulled back, both panting as we gazed at one another, our faces bright red.
"You taste like smoke…" "You taste like fish…" I responded, smiling down at her as I tried to regain my breath. She smiled right back, and we just sat there for a moment, our arms wrapped around each other. "When did you first want to kiss me?" me and Blake both said in unison, our eyes widening before we smiled back at each other. Blake held up a hand, nodding slightly as she spoke. "After that night at the hotel, in Mistral. I was tempted to kiss you right when we woke up." she said, smiling up at me. I just nodded, the first time I ever saw her show some real emotion around me, other than annoyance that is. I took a breath, calming myself as I prepared my answer. "Well… when we first met, in the bar." I said, looking away from her. Blake's eyes widened a bit, her face tinting brighter red before she smiled, leaning up against me again. "Why didn't you just ask?" she said.
"You're way out of my league. You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen, I didn't think you'd go out with someone like me." I said, looking away from her. I felt a hand on my chin as I was pulled back towards her. I looked down, feeling reality come crashing in around us as my face went bright red again, and I became very aware of the two pressures against my own chest. "Blake… you're still topless." I said. Her face tinted red, but oddly enough, she didn't pull away. Instead, she pulled me closer to her, pressing most of her body against me. She looked up, our faces inches from each other. "Well, if they're against you, you can't see them, can you?" she said, smirking slightly at me. I felt blood rushing to my face and, obviously, other places. I could tell she was enjoying herself, and I was kind of glad for it. Considering what she'd been through… hell, what we'd been through, I think she deserved to have some fun once in awhile.
"Hey Blake… when we get this whole case with Yang sorted out and, I work a bit on some other cases… how about we go out? Just you and me?" I asked. Blake just sighed, a small smile on her face as she slowly shook her head. I frowned, thinking she was saying no, but then she spoke. "Leave it to you to ask me on a date when I'm topless on a bed." she said. We laughed at that, and when I stopped, I just listened to her. I'd never given it much thought, but her laugh… god it was pretty. It was almost like listening to a song. When she stopped, she reached a hand up, lightly twirling her finger in her hair. "Oh, and I'd love to go out with you Jaune. But, on one condition." she said, holding up that one finger that was playing with her hair. I raised an eyebrow, "What?" I asked.
Blake smiled at me, pulling back as I looked away, seeing her move down out of the corner of my eye. I felt a pressure on my lap as I looked down, seeing Blake's legs curling up behind her, her head placed in my lap and her chest pressed against my leg. "You pet me." she said, smirking up at me. I just sighed, moving my left hand over her ears. The effect was instant, Blake purring as she shut her eyes, acting almost like a cat again as she moved around, rolling her head around on my lap. I just smiled, enjoying the feeling of her soft ears and hair beneath my hand as I grabbed the Aloe with my other hand. I saw Blake seem to shiver a little as I laid my hand against her lower back, slowly moving the cream around to try and sooth her bruise. It wasn't hard to see where it hurt, considering it was leaving quite a large purple marking on her. We kept this up for awhile, Blake purring against me as I rubbed her ears, only for her to suddenly gasp. "Why did you… oh, right." Blake said, looking back with a red face as she noticed the tips of my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, still following the bruise she'd received. "Sorry, I can't really see where the bruise ends." I said, giving her a sheepish smile.
"Then take them off."
I felt my face explode into blush as I looked down at her, finding that her own face was the same way. "What?!" "Not all the way! Just… slip them down enough you can see the edge of the bruise." she said, looking away from me likely trying to hide her blush. I just slowly nodded, looking over and carefully pulling her panties down, just enough that I could see a little soft and unblemished skin beneath the darkened bruised skin. I moved my hand around, making sure they would stay, before I grabbed more of the Aloe, rubbing it along her bruise as she sighed. "My ears Jaune?" "Right, right." I said, petting her again. She smiled, going back to purring as I rubbed along her ears. I smiled right back, watching her rolling her head around my lap and rub against my hand almost like a real cat. When I looked back at her back, I noticed that her bruise had faded slightly… at least, the inflammation had seemed to go down anyway.
It was maybe thirty minutes later when I felt Blake move, letting out a yawn as she stretched her legs out a bit, looking up at me. "What time is it?" she asked, looking out the window, thankfully that still had the curtains drawn, and seeing no sunlight coming in. I looked above the door, my eyes widening a bit as I saw both hands near the nine. "It's almost ten o'clock. We should uh… probably be heading to bed soon." I said, looking down at Blake. She looked up at me, her eyes saddened as I felt her ears droop down beneath my hand. Then she smiled, leaning up and pressing her body against my side. "Then let's head to bed… how about you stay with me?" she asked, smirking once she saw my face turning slightly red. I just slowly nodded, still finding it hard to believe that the gorgeous black haired bombshell was asking me to sleep with her… okay maybe it was in that way but still, it was happening… again.
I just stood up, feeling a breeze on my arms as I looked back, seeing Blake holding my trenchcoat up to her, smiling slightly at me as I turned around, laying my katana, the real crocea mors, on the counter. I heard what sounded like a gun being cocked as I slowly turned around, my eyes widening and my face burning at what I saw. Blake was sitting upright on the bed, my trenchcoat loosely draped over her shoulders, exposing a line down her chest, only a few inches from flashing her breasts to me. In her right hand she had my gun, and my hat was on her head. She was smirking at me. "Go ahead, take it off." she purred, smiling at me as I complied, slipping my shirt over my head and laying it on the ground. I heard the bedsprings as I looked over my shoulder, seeing Blake stand up and walk over, casually holding the gun. I could see that it wasn't loaded, she wasn't that stupid.
"Now the rest." she said again. I smirked as I looked away, reaching down and tossing my belt in front of me. I grabbed my katana, Blake freezing as I held it up, nearly shining in the light. I smirked at her, "'Give me my coat, princess. Perhaps I'll let you live~'" I purred back to Blake, causing her face to burn even brighter. That was more than likely since she knew what I was quoting. None other than her favorite novel, Ninja's of love. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't read them too, and that I'd always wondered how this scene would play out. Blake just smirked, laying the gun on the counter and reaching up, gripping the edges of the coat. "'But it is the only warmth I have! My flesh is bare beneath it.'" she said, smiling the entire time. I hadn't thought she'd actually follow through with it to be honest. I moved my blade back around, cupping her face with one hand as I moved forwards, our eyes meeting. "'Then I shall warm you, my beloved.'" I said.
Blake moved her hands up, and I shut my eyes as our lips met again, I just barely heard my coat fall to the floor as I ran my hands through her hair, trying to remember how the scene went next. I had no doubt Blake would go through with the whole thing if she could. Then again… I wasn't about to do that with her in the room we reserved as a clinic. "Rouge's tongue played against the lips of his beloved princess.'" I recalled from the novel. I blushed slightly as I did the same, not really expecting much. I felt my heart nearly stop when Blake's tongue met my own. That same, fishy taste was accented only by the small traces of smoke, even some milk within them. I forgot about the scene for a moment as our tongues fought for dominance, one she seemed to let me win. I let my tongue explore her mouth, and I flinched a bit when I ran it over her canines, they were sharp.
When air interrupted us again, I pulled back, keeping my eyes on Blake's face as I saw her own blush, her arms wrapping around my neck. "That was… wow." Blake said, dropping the scene as we went back to reality. I picked her up, spinning her around slightly as I laid us back down against the bed. I felt air on my legs as I looked back, seeing Blake's own legs moving around mine, pulling off my pants and kicking them back off of me, down to the base of the bed. "Woah… guessing that takes some skill." I said, looking back at Blake. She leaned against my chest, pulling up the blanket from above us and quickly waving it down to where it covered us. I felt Blake drape one of her legs over mine, her arms moving down around my waist as mine just stayed at her back. "I've had some practice… I haven't done that in awhile." she said, smiling up at me as she leaned in, pressing her lips against mine. It wasn't as long as our other two kisses, but there was just as much passion behind it. "'Shall we slumber, Rouge?'" she asked, pulling the scene thing on me again. Instead of responding with 'Our night is just beginning my princess', I did something a bit different. I kissed her forehead, pulling her closer as I laid my chin between her ears.
"Yes, we shall. My little kitten."
~~~ - For anyone wondering this means POV changes from now on.
I watched as Blake laid her head against Jaune's lap, asking him to pet her. I'd seen enough. I jumped back, landing on the roof as I pondered his words. "You can heal Blake… I wonder…" I thought to myself, taking the red extensions out of my hair, revealing my own pale green mop in it's place. Jaune had been broken, Blake had been broken… they both seemed to be doing so much better than me and Mercury. "Can we heal? No… we aren't like them. It's been happening my whole life, there isn't a chance." I thought as I walked over to the edge of the roof, walking down the fire escape as I suddenly shifted from the police captain of Vale to a random, green haired girl, with a bra that fit out over her… oh, wait. "I knew I forgot something." I muttered, reaching into my shirt and pulling out the wads of tissue paper I'd had to stuff into Pyrrha's bra to make it fit me. When I was done, I pushed the bra down, smiling as it fit into my shirt again. I stepped down from the stairs and started walking out of the alley, where Mercury had his motorcycle waiting. "How stupid am I getting? We can't heal." I muttered. But now I had it, that spark of doubt in the back of my mind.
"Can we?"
(a/n- this may shock some of you but I hadn't even intended this story to be a Nightshade fic in the first place. Originally I'd planned for this to be… well I hadn't gotten that far yet, but the Nightshade thing just sort of happened on it's own. I didn't even realize it until I read a review saying, Ehhehem (terrible clearing throat sound effect-
Anyways (Squeeeeeeee!) loved the chapter it was so good! Man I am shipping Knightshade so hard it physically hurts! I need to bite my finger to stop from giggling like a little girl, it's just so well done!
Until I read that bit of the review (You can pretty easily find out who wrote this one), I hadn't even really thought of Nightshade being a pairing… or there really being any pairing besides Renora (come on, it's too cute not to ship and it's basically the only canon pairing we have… at least where both are… no! No feels here!) but then I realized… huh, it actually does work really well with this. And now… here we are. Also, for anyone wonder, the Rouge and princess thing… I just got on wordreference and looked up the color red in french. Figured Jaune was yellow in french so, hey, if he's going to pretend to be him for a second why not make their names come from the same language. Anyway, that's all for this chapter. See you on the next one!)
