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Bee's Schnees Week on April 9th, combined with lots of other life stuff, means slow progress. Expect another fic for my BumbleSchnee prompts starting on Monday. May need to take a break on this story for a while so I can get all the days of that week done, though I already have all of the ideas shaped out and have two almost prepared.

Who knows, though? My uploading schedule is technically "whenever it's finished" at this point.

Volume 2, Chapter 7, 'Dance Dance Infiltration'


Jaune nudged his way through the crowd of people, looking around wildly for Pyrrha. Seeing a tinge of red, he reached out his arm to grab a hand, only to find a pair of silver eyes instead of the green ones he'd been expecting.

"Oh, sorry Ruby." Jaune quickly apologized to the other team leader, releasing her hand.

"Oh. Hey Jaune. What's up? Having fun?" Ruby rubbed her wrist slightly, though the grip hadn't been that strong. She gave him a warm smile, though her eyes showed confusion when she noticed the blonde boy looked upset. "You okay?"

Jaune gave off a weak grin. "Yeah, looking for someone actually, b-but I'm glad I ran into you! I've, uh, not really been having much fun tonight but I was wondering if you just wanted to hang out?"

When his only reply was a blink, he added, "You know, as fellow 'socially awkwards'?"

Ruby chuckled at this and opened her mouth to accept when she felt another hand rattle hers from behind. Turning around, she came face to face with two amber orbs.

Blake smiled warmly at her teammate. "Care to dance?" She offered a hand out.

Silver eyes shone before the rest of her face suddenly fell. "Sorry, Blake, but Jaune said he…" She turned to gesture to the boy, only to find him pushing back through the crowd. Ruby stood up on her toes, spying a red ponytail in the distance, likely belong to Pyrrha. With her friend's departure, she smiled at her teammate, throwing her arms around the brunette who almost stumbled back into another pair of students as she cried out in surprise.

"I'm guessing that's a yes, then?" Blake teased, being pulled back to the dance floor by her grinning leader.


Though Yang had offered Weiss to dance with herself and Sun, the heiress had politely declined, claiming that at least one of them needed to keep watch over the dance. Technically, she was currently doing so, but her eyes were focused on a certain pair on the dance floor: Ruby and Blake, who were less dancing and more skipping around each other. The younger girl's waltzing skills were completely lacking, but they were both definitely having fun, especially considering how little they usually hung out.

The heiress smiled, a bit of pride in her heart that she'd helped put this event together.

For a moment, Weiss lost herself in Blake's profile. She looked absolutely gorgeous, even if the heiress would never admit so out loud. She took in every detail she could see: the calculating pout she had whenever she predicted and easily evaded Ruby's ill-thought-out steps as they whirled each other around, the little bounces the waves in her black hair would make as she turned quickly, the subtle changes to her face when she started giggling.

Weiss didn't even realize how much she'd been staring until Blake caught her eye and she proceeded to bury her gaze six feet under the ground.

She didn't understand at all why this was happening. Even with her confused thoughts, Weiss couldn't imagine how it was possible that she'd become so socially inept around her crush so quickly, to the point of not being able to look into those golden eyes. It had only been a single day and she'd gone from being slightly nervous at the mention of Blake's name to being incapable of breathing at the sight of those shining orbs.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Weiss walked off to try and find another friend she could talk with in the hopes of getting her mind on something, ANYTHING else. It wasn't two feet until she slammed into another partygoer and reeled back. Rubbing her head and looking up, she didn't even need more than a second to recognize the owner of the neon-blue hair caught in her sight.

Of course.

"Oh, hey! Sup Weiss? Where are your dates?"

Even if this fit the description of what she'd been hoping for, this was NOT what she needed right now. Weiss crossed her arms and let out an annoyed huff. No amount of Vasilias-grade flirting was going to make her feel better; if anything, it would only serve to remind her of the newfound lovesickness infecting…

and now JAUNE is coming this way.

Very close to taking out her frustration out on both boys in a public display that would involve doing grave harm with another body, she froze in shock when JNPR's leader suddenly grabbed Neptune's hand and pulled him away. The heiress could only stand in stunned silence as the larger boy was dragged off, sputtering out Jaune's name several times and a couple of jumbled questions.

Looking back at the dance floor, she saw her other teammate walking up to her.

"We did a pretty great job with this party, don't you think?" Yang asked, her smile large and proud.

"Yeah, uh-" Weiss pointed off in the direction the boys had gone, but they'd already become obscured by the rest of the crowd. Suddenly, her pointing finger was grabbed and a hand was set on her hip, causing her to sputter in surprise as Yang immediately started rocking her back and forth, the grin not leaving her face.

Despite her fervent insistence that at least one of them should be watching the party, she eventually resigned her efforts. It only took her a minute to calm down from the sudden initiation of contact she received, unwarranted, from the blonde girl; eventually, Weiss got into the swing of the movements and began actually enjoying herself. Her mind focused on the rhythm of the music as she and her fellow teammate moved through the groups of students on the dance floor. She smirked as Yang brought both their hands above her own head to twirl herself around, almost lifting the smaller girl off the ground due to the difference in height.

Weiss then let out a yelp when she was ACTUALLY lifted off the ground, though. Now able to look down at her larger dance partner, who was grinning warmly back up at her, she brought up a hand to try and muffle the light giggle she let out.


"…and that's how it is. So please stop flirting with Weiss, for Blake's sake." Jaune finished, eyes searching the other boy to confirm that the message had been received.

Neptune made no signs that he'd actually heard any of it, instead opting to continue his open-mouthed shocked expression he'd had on throughout most of the conversation.

Jaune sighed. "Look, I know it's a lot to take in, but she practically said so yesterday. She doesn't seem to be interested in anyone else, so flirting with her now would only get you on her bad side. And trust me…" he rubbed his back that he'd landed hard on when she'd thrown him during the food fight, "you don't want to be on her bad side."

His brain still playing catch-up, Neptune shook his own head several times to make sure he was still conscious. "Sorry, hold up." He put up his hands. "You're telling me that she's after kitty girl? Not this?" He gestured down to his abdomen, which sported a sleek black tuxedo.

Jaune simply put a hand in his face.

I can't believe I thought this guy was cool.

He couldn't really blame the guy, though, seeing as he himself had been in the boy's position only a week or so ago. It would be really hypocritical for him to return Neptune's comment with anything more than a dismissal.

He'd just talked with Pyrrha and was about to go do the one thing that could make it up to her. Unfortunately, he'd never have the opportunity if Neptune didn't get the point. "If you don't believe me, ask Sun. He and I talked about this yesterday. Or, if you have a death wish, cause trust me she wasn't happy about hearing it from me, you can ask Weiss herself. Maybe apologize for it."

Neptune frowned as his mind began working. "…if they've liked each other that long, that means I've just been a thorn in her side since I met her." He rubbed the back of his head as he stared at his feet. "If that's the case, then she… probably hates me. How do I make up it up to her then?"

"Look…" He rubbed his temples as he repeated the word for what must've been the fifth time. This conversation was too mental draining, though he pushed the exhaustion down and smiled at the blue-haired Mistral boy. "You're smart, right? Didn't Sun call you a nerd before? If you want to make it up to Weiss, just leave her be. Let her follow the path she wants to. If it really bothers you… well, you can just start over by being friends with her. I'm sure it would make her feel better about everything that you did before. That make sense?"

Neptune glanced upwards, his mind working. "Yeah. I guess you're right. You're a pretty cool guy, Jaune." He held out his fist to let the other boy bump it.

The other boy chuckled, brushing knuckles. "Thanks but, you don't need to lie to my face. Now…" He turned and charged off towards the door. "I got go get a dress. Be cool, man."

Neptune smiled and waved him off. "Thanks!"

A few seconds later, however, he realized something. "Wait. Nerd?!"

"WAIT. DRESS?!"


It was a few hours later, after the rather unexpectedly awesome spectacle that was Jaune, in a white dress, leading team JNPR in an incredibly impressive dance after he'd made up with his partner.

The blonde boy and Pyrrha were currently sitting at one of the tables with Nora and Ren as Jaune talked about the seven Arc sisters. The redhead let out a loud laugh at something he said, causing her leader to blush and bunch up his shoulders. Ren brought up a fist to stifle his own amusement, while the ace's face shone brighter than the first couple days after she'd arrived at Beacon.

On the dance floor, Yang and Ruby were definitely having the most fun out of anyone; their giggling could be heard across the room. Weiss, on the other hand, stood near the main banquet, perfectly content to stand back and enjoy the rest of the party on her own after being otherwise exhausted by Ruby's particular style of dancing (she hadn't been as skilled at dodging feet as Blake).

Not that she hadn't enjoyed it for the most part, of course.

About halfway through her and Yang's dance, she'd replaced her tiara with the black ribbon (on Yang's demand after she'd almost accidently impaled her on it, though that was the blonde girl's own fault, really), tied into a neat little bow at the base of her off-center ponytail.

After the sisters finished their dance and Ruby made for the exit like she said she would before (to go find better footwear, apparently) she jolted at a light tug on the shoulder of her dress. Silently praying it wasn't Jaune or Neptune (though she certainly owed the former a fortune for dragging the latter off before) she felt her throat go dry as she found the hand's owner to be none other than her brunette teammate, reaching out for the heiress's own. "I believe I owe you a dance?" She smirked.

Weiss could've swore the other girl was blushing. She couldn't tell, though. After all, concern over her own flustering was the reason she'd picked the pink-tinted lights for the floor, having to relent on many other decisions for her blonde co-worker to agree. She only hoped it was working for her, and that her own blush was more pink than scarlet.

Closing her eyes and putting up her best front, she huffed and threw her wrapped ponytail over her shoulder in an extravagant display of elegance.

Her words, though, were far more serious.

"You owe nobody ANYTHING." Weiss tempered, allowing her hand to be taken.

The girls moved out to the dance floor, but as they set into position, the music began to slow. Weiss immediately began panicking, despite being able to set her face in stone.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Yang near the music system, give her a thumbs up and the smuggest look she'd ever seen. All the blonde got back was an icy glower.

Slowly, Blake pulled them together, her expression unreadable except for the slight curl of her lips upwards.

It took all of Weiss's willpower to keep herself from shaking as she drew into the embrace, the pair slightly swaying back and forth within a gently rolling sea of other students and faculty.

The heiress dared a look up at her companion. Thankfully, the golden circles that normally made her heart flutter were sheathed, giving her a good look at the purple eye shadow the other girl usually wore. It wasn't the first time their faces had been this close but it was the first time Weiss ever really noticed how well the makeup accented Blake's features.

Looking down, the curtain of jet-black hair surrounding her certainly didn't disappoint either. It cascaded over the girl's shoulders like a waterfall with amazing detail, likely the result of her long morning routine when she'd hog the bathroom mirror with her hairbrush. It looked sleek and the aroma coming off of it was faint (probably to accommodate for her own heightened sense of smell). It's fruity, tropical aroma felt somewhat taut.

In simple terms, she was absolutely breath-taking. And Weiss could testify, as she was already becoming lightheaded, trying to keep herself from gasping out for air and drawing the Faunus's attention. Of course, being in the brunette's arms complicated those factors drastically.

And then, there was the matter of what was pressing right against her chest.

Were Blake's breasts ALWAYS this big?

Weiss was very glad her lighting choice had fallen through. She could already feel her ears burning.

As her blush rose, she pushed herself into the white ribbon hanging low in her teammate's hair, trading flustering at direct physical contact for the hope that Blake wouldn't think to look down at an angle to see her face as her stone facade crumbled easily under the weight of her embarrassment.

Blake, meanwhile, was rather enjoying the slow dance she was having with her smaller teammate, her eyes closed and humming to herself. Her head just about fit perfectly on top of the white, silky mass of fluff that was Weiss's hair, nuzzling slightly into the black ribbon keeping up the heiress's signature hairstyle.

The slow melody and the gentle sway had brought back darker memories, a part of her life that she knew she'd never truly escape from as it continued to haunt her memories. Still, Blake quickly evicted them from her mind.

She wasn't dancing with Adam; she was dancing with Weiss. And she knew who Weiss was.

She'd put her faith in the white-haired princess as she had done many times for others, but unlike most of them, she knew that this stubborn young lady wouldn't stray from caring for her as her bond had proven many times.

She opened her eyes to look at the bow in front of her, a solid black against the icy strands it held tightly. The contrast made her think back to their relationship, her thoughts moving more to the girl wrapped in her arms.

They were so different from each other, yet she could easily count many parallels between herself and Weiss, even if she wasn't willing to admit every single one quite yet.

Just like our colors.

With the theme of contrast on her mind, a thought on the scar across the heiress's eye came up. She always wondered how Weiss had gotten the adorable mark, though she'd wager had something to do with the White Fang from the night of their fight. All the more reason to not ask. She sighed, wondering if her white-haired teammate still harbored any, likely well-deserved, negative fe-

adorable?

Wait, when did I start describing Weiss as 'adorable'?

Blake suddenly became aware of the fact that she was purring, though a quick swivel of the head showed nobody else was paying her any heed. The one person who probably could hear it, however, was laying directly against her heart, just as her pulse started to rise.

Slightly panicking at the thought of Weiss hearing her quickening heartbeat, Blake restored to lightly squeezing the heiress's waist, causing the other girl to shift around.

Yet Weiss's head never left her body.

Blake felt very self-conscious about their positions for the first time since they'd started dancing.

Briefly, she wondered if this was the feeling that her books described when they said the main character started falling for their love interest. She certainly hadn't felt this way when she'd fallen for Adam (he'd already been so close to her heart, she'd supposed, which made everything even worse in the end), but Weiss wasn't her 'love interest' or anything like that.

right?

Just as both girls reached the point where steam would've likely started coming out of their ears, they quickly broke away from each other as the hall's doors slammed open and an elderly old hunter with long grey hair and a trench-coat ran over to Professor Ozpin, who looked surprised at the dance's interruption. The headmaster looked over at the other professors when the hunter croaked out his message.

"Sir, there's been a break-in at the CCT Tower!"


Dang it! Monochrome date ruined! Let's hope that doesn't happen again!

;)