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This chapter is not actually based on an episode, but rather is supposed to be between Volume 2 and Volume 3. Non-canon Episode 6: A Nice Game of Chess
Across the field, two huntresses stood, both wielding their swords out towards the other. Black and white separate, amber and blue connected without so much as a waiver.
In spite of the emotional distress that had plagued them both for days at this point, their eyes narrowed with concentration as Ruby dropped her hands to her sides and cried out. "GO!"
In a flash, their weapons met. Steel screamed against steel as Myrtenaster broke Gambol Shroud's strike, pushing back seconds later with renewed power.
Their fight quickly became a dance, neither willing to back down. To both of them, this was not a battle against their own thoughts, but rather a challenge that had to be overcome. One that just so happened to be the other.
Time and time again, Myrtenaster would slice through the air and time and time again, it could only catch the trail of a shadow.
Gambol Shroud wasn't doing much better, any slash that might have come close pinging off a small glyph or shard of ice.
And still, they fought on. Command of the battle switched back and forth as openings were sought after and blocked methodically.
Weiss cared deeply for Blake, but that didn't mean she was going to go easy on her. To her, they were equals, which meant surrender would not only be a show of weakness but would be unfair to the brunette as well. It was her duty as someone important in her life AND as huntresses. If she had to do so on the field of battle, so be it.
Blake couldn't think of anything but proving herself to Weiss. She'd spent far too much time recently lost in doubt or in nervous arguments with herself about the two of them. She wanted to face off against her. Not a Schnee, but HER. Even if she couldn't quite name their bond yet, she respected the heiress enough to fight with all of her strength.
Seconds ticked by and yet still neither gave ground.
For a great majority of their lives, the two had been puppeteered by those they thought had truly cared about them, when they were merely a pawn in another's goals. Planning out a strategy to defeat a simply painted enemy.
But all they had to do was look across to the other queen, to see a piece that mirrored them perfectly. To reach out and learn about them without manipulation in mind.
How dare you say that of her! What does that make me, then?! Do you think you can just get away with this?!
Get out of my head! You're wrong, I'm telling you! If even she can think that way, then surely-!
All it takes to win such a battle is to lay down your weapons together. To end the pointless charade.
How do you like that? Checkmate in one move.
Yet in this match, there is no checkmate. Instead, there can only be one winner.
It was only a glimpse, but Weiss saw it. A single fire glyph broke open below the Faunus girl, forcing her to side-step the blast, wincing only for a moment.
But that moment was more than enough.
Weiss was already upon her, a hand gripping her right shoulder and pulling the larger girl's weight back as she jumped off a glyph behind her opponent, swinging around and using the brunette's body as a pivot. As Blake failed to counter the sudden shift in her balance, the heiress's hand switched to the other shoulder and assisted gravity in forcing her to the ground, Gambol Shroud clambering down next to them.
The grip holding down on her wrists was pitifully weak considering the snow-haired girl's light weight, but Blake was simply too shocked to push back.
For her part, even as she gripped Myrtenaster and pointed the blade down at her opponent, Weiss's battle frenzy passed quickly and suddenly her conscious mind was thrusted back into reality.
…
…I'm STRADDLING her!
Even though she should have moved by now, part of her DEMANDED she not be the one to draw back. This was her victory. She had to be courageous and not back down over something stupid like embarrassment.
A second passed.
And then another.
And then another.
And then she mentally smacked the part of her that had suggested something so stupid. All this is doing is making it WORSE!
…I guess falling in love really DOES make you crazy.
Weiss almost pushed herself off of Blake, releasing her opponent's bound wrists. Miraculously, her voice came out in a steady and not in any way panicked manner. "So, uh, I guess that's that, then."
Oh, she's DEFINITELY thinking back to last night, isn't she?! Dust, that couldn't have been any worse if I had just kissed her!
For Blake's part, she'd done a rather remarkable job masking her utter mortification at their position, the only outwards sign of surprise being her gaping mouth and the tinting of her cheeks.
Because in her mind, she was shrieking.
WHY DID SHE- WHA-
"Whoa, you two, calm down befor- OOF!"
"Great job, Weiss!"
Suddenly, both of them remembered they weren't alone, moving their heads to see their teammates staring at them off in the distance. Yang was holding her stomach and cringing while Ruby was jumping up and down at her partner's victory.
Slowly, the monochromatic duo got up, Weiss graciously offering a hand that Blake could naught but accept. Luckily for the Faunus girl, Weiss was far too focused on tempering her own blush to notice the brunette's own.
Under her breath, the heiress swore. She couldn't keep doing this, for her own sanity. She didn't want to have to worry about her own embarrassment or messing up or looking like a lovesick idiot in front of her crush.
She just wanted to BE with Blake.
Was that too much to ask from her brain?
A short chapter, but one with themes I wanted to include. Thought about making it another fic but it just fit so well here. Expect Volume 3 to start at some point in late May.
