"Are you sure you wanna do this? There's a very realistic chance that we'll just fuck things up even worse." Yang called as she turned away from girl changing behind her. "We should just ask him to give it back, or better yet let him keep it. Maybe this was fate's way of finally making a man out of him.

"Of course we have to do this." Blake shot back over her shoulder, carefully selecting her attire for the upcoming events "Do you know what will happen if he discovers it?"

"It'll be slightly awkward for everyone involved?"

"No! He'll tell his friends, and they'll tell their friends and then everyone will know about it."

"What friends? This is Jaune 'Vomit Boy' Arc we're talking about, right? The kid can barely manage talking to Pyrrha and she spends more time draped over him than his uniform. And besides, who cares if everyone finds out about your under-the-sheets habits? I thought your 'literature' was nothing to be ashamed of?" Yang clearly wasn't approaching this situation with the appropriate seriousness, and that last remark was not without a healthy dose of snark.

"I said it SHOULDN'T be something to be ashamed of. Not everyone understands life properly like me, most people would rather mock what they aren't clever enough to understand"

If Blake's attention was so entirely devoted to her wardrobe, she would have borne witness to the world's greatest eye-rolling to ever take place, it's for the best that no mortal ever laid eyes on it.

"Whatever Hemmingway, just run me through your 'master plan' again, I'd hate to let the team down." Blake exaggerated a deep sigh and turned to face her partner in crime. It had been rather easy to get Yang to help out with this, she even seemed pretty enthusiastic and had to be told quite explicitly that "No, she could NOT film it", but getting her to take it seriously was a feat beyond mortal ability.

"I'll run you through it one last time, so please just pay attention. So later on tonight JNPR should be leaving for their combat practise."

"So their room will be empty?"

"No, Jaune never joins them for training. Honestly I've never seen him in the gym like other students, but I guess that's just his thing. The point being, we can only assume he's still in their dorm. Which is why I can't just sneak in-"

"Break in"

"SNEAK in and get the book myself, I need you to distract him"

"And of course you don't have any actual ideas for how I should do that. You've got your side of operation: Home Invasion down to the details but you just want me to 'wing it?'"

"Oh come on, how hard can it be to keep him busy. You could probably just stand there and... You know, jiggle. I expect he's be adequately mesmerised."

"Oh look at you acting all high and mighty like I've never caught you staring. And besides, I'd rather not have to resort to sex appeal for Plan A, I have other skills."

"No, you aren't allowed to punch him."

"OTHER other skills! Forget it, I'll find a way to handle it. And what will you be doing will I handle the important work?"

"I'll be scaling the building so I can enter through the window while you have him distracted at the door. I'll locate and reclaim the target, and I'll leave without anyone knowing I was there."

"Okay then, and why are you tearing apart the wardrobe?"

"This is of course, a STEALTH mission. And I will be attired for the occasion. I can't afford to be detected and must blend in with the shadows; and I have just the outfit in mind."

"Really, you're not just going to go with the usual 'goth, cocktail waitress' like always? Hell, I didn't know you even had a set of clothes outside of that and your uniform. You been holding out on me?"

Yang probably kept on snarking for the a few more minutes, but Blake just didn't care anymore. She had a big night ahead of her, and she needed all her mental faculties focused and ready. Also she was having a lot of trouble finding her ninja outfit and that was frustrating enough with Yang's commentary.

"-And how flammable can these dorms even be? Hey, are you done back there? Interesting as I am, even I can get bored of talking to myself... y'know, eventually."

"As a matter of fact, I am done. Take a look." Blake spun around to reveal her attire with just a hint of pride. Owning a historically accurate outfit was always one of her greatest achievements, and all the time she spent studying that era of history gave Blake the knowledge she felt required to wear it. Any casual historian could throw together some weak attempt of a period piece. But a true academic like Blake goes all out when it comes to accuracy. Why she could go back in time to the Moum Dynasty era and fit in perfectly, it was like-

"Wow, and you say I'M the one who dresses like a slut? Talk about the pot calling the kettle Blake."

"Wha-! What are you talking about? This is a historically accurate outfit designed for stealth and tradition. Ninjas would wear outfits like this to blend in-"

"At a whorehouse, right? Seriously, that thing doesn't even count as clothes, it's just a few strategically placed strips of black leather, covered in superfluous zips, belts and ribbons. I don't quite know how, but it would probably be more stealthy for you to just wear no clothes." At this point Blake was fuming. How dare she insult this pristine condition tribute to culture! Just because she didn't understand the significance of what it represented.

"Well it doesn't matter what you think, sneaking in is my department, your job is distraction."

"Are you sure? Because trust me, you look plenty distracting; I can't even meet your face... so this is what it feels like."

"ENOUGH! This is NOT just any outfit. This is a lovingly recreated Moum Dynasty era ninjitsu raiment, the very same that would have been worn by Chitami Chabosa in "Ninjas of Love 4: The Death of a Ninja, the Birth of a Secret" and just because you don't appreciate, it doesn't mean it still isn't an important secondary source of information regarding that part of history. And all have you know that several of my fellow academics agree with me."

"Wait, fellow academics? You mean other people have seen you like this?"

"Well yes, my outfit has being very well received at the annual NinjaCons and I-"

"NinjaCon? You mean that smut convention that comes to town every year, filled with a bunch of sketchy creepers dressed as schoolgirls? YOU'VE been to one of those?"

"I'm a regular there, as a matter of fact. And you should know that it's a gathering if like-minded individuals with an interest in history. And they all seem to think this outfit is worth documenting."

"You mean they take pictures of you in it?"

"Well yes but-"

"Okay, this "history" thing has to stop. It stopped being funny and veered into unsettling and tragic territory. Blake, when you go to the book store to buy these books, what section are they in?"

"Well technically they're under the counter but-"

"Well that's telling. Hypothetical situation, say these books were suitable for normal eyes; would they be in the fiction section, or the non-fiction section?"

"Well the story itself may have some embellished details, but the setting is-"

"Nope, I don't want to hear it. You're so deep in denial you've got crocodiles nipping at your ears. I don't know why you don't want to admit that it's smut but you don't need to pretend like this. There's nothing wrong with what you're doing, it's natural for people our age."

"I know there's nothing wrong with it! And I told you it's not smut! I didn't ask your opinion on this; I asked for your help. So can we go do this while we still have a window of opportunity, or do I have to do it myself?"

Yang sighed, it was pretty clear she wouldn't be able to force this issue. The more she pushed, the harder Blake dug her heels in. Whatever, her neuroses were her problem and Yang's big sister instincts could only take so much before they gave up.

"Yeah, okay. Let's get this over with."

This night was nowhere near as hilarious as it was supposed to be in her head.