I'm baaaaaaaack! Thanks to my faithful readers, for your patience. To j.c.a.s, you're welcome, and thank you for reading my story. Really, you guys, it means a lot to me. So here we go.
Blake POV
Gotta find her. I thought, trying to concentrate on forcing my muscles to work as they're supposed to. I made slow progress down the hallway, using the wall for support. Ugh. At this slow pace, I wouldn't be able to find her if she had 100 pound weights strapped to her ankles. I grumbled in my head. It turned out that my pace wouldn't be a problem.
I turned the next corner and there she was, leaning against the wall and waiting for me. She turned to me with a broad smile.
"Hello, Black, have you come crawling all the way here to beg for my forgiveness?" I growled deep in my throat.
"In your dreams. Kyra, what did you do to me?" She smiled almost apologetically and held up her right hand at eye level, staring at it.
"You really shouldn't shake hands with strangers, you never know where they've been." I refused to be deterred by her games.
"What. Did. You. Do." I ground out, ready to tear her throat out with my bare hands. She grinned.
"I call it Petrichor. It's one of my favorites. So named because it literally rains on your parade. Makes you avoid the things you want most, driving you further into misery." That explains the sick feeling I get when I'm near Yang. I thought, trying to suppress my rage and think rationally.
"Why are you doing this?" She laughed.
"Consider it a test, Black Cat. You either still have it, or you're completely soft now. You know, your nauseating morals always disgusted me, but I was fascinated with you, obsessed if you will." No shit. I thought angrily.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" She laughed mockingly.
"Why can't you just weeve me awone?" She said in falsetto. "Don't be dense, Black, you know everything about the White Fang. We can't just let you go." I stood taller, adrenaline washing away some of the effects of her poison.
"Well, you don't have a choice. Now fuck off before I'm forced to destroy you." She laughed and pushed off the wall to stand upright.
"I'd like to see you try, Blacky. You of all people should know why I can't be beat." I growled, but said nothing. She's right. I thought. I need to figure out how to end this soon, before anyone else gets dragged in. "Well, it's been fun, Black, but this is going to have to end soon. I have things to do, and as much fun as this is, work is more important." She turned and walked away.
I stood alone for a while, contemplating this. She's going to make a move soon, but not before I get better. She's enjoying this, baiting me and isolating me. Her endgame is almost certainly my annihilation, or my conversion. She'll wait for me to get better to make it more sporting or her, then she'll wipe me out. I choked on tears and sank to the floor.
"It's over," I spat at no one in particular. "We're fucked."
"No." I jumped and scrambled to my feet, whirling around. Velvet stood behind me, hands on hips, looking impressively determined. "It's not over until we're all dead." I sweatdropped.
"Gee, thanks, Velvet. That's very encouraging." She stared at me, her gaze intense.
"There's always hope, Miss Blake." Then she gave me a lingering hug and left. I mulled over her words, and found that she was right. As long as we were still alive, there was hope.
Yang POV
I poked at my food absently, feeling depressed. As if according to my mood, the sunlight seemed strangely dim and no one was talking. I knew Nora was frowning sympathetically at me, but I refused to look at her.
I missed Blake. I missed touching her, I missed her smell, her quietly reassuring presence beside me, and her undeniable logic.
Nora tried several times to cheer me up, but I couldn't muster even a small polite smile. I felt drained and empty. Hollow. A large part of me went with Blake when she pulled away, practically halving my existence. Nothing would ever be the same now that she was no longer with me.
I felt like crying and laughing at myself for being so dramatic about a two day relationship. But it was more than that. . . A little voice whispered at the back of my skull. It wasn't just two days. I loved her from the moment that amazing smirk appeared on her face when we met for the second time.
"Yang. . ." I looked at Ruby, trying not to appear as upset as I was. I could tell I was failing. She smiled at me and nodded toward the door. I followed her gaze and my heart leaped and it was as if the sun was finally shining again.
Blake strode toward our table purposefully, staring unmistakably at me. Ren laughed.
"Well that got your tail wagging." I mock glared at him.
"Did you just call me a bitch?" He grinned.
"There's our Yang. Welcome back." I wanted to say more, but Blake arrived. She stood a few feet away, staring at me and me alone. Suddenly, I was afraid. What if she just came to tell me to stay away from her?! I'd die, no doubt about it. I stared up at her, the scenarios growing worse and worse in my mind.
"Blake?" She stepped forward and leaned down to cup my face tenderly. She stroked my cheek with her thumb.
"Yang, I'm sorry." I opened my mouth to ask her what she was sorry for, but she kissed me before I could get the words out. The kiss was slow and sensual, full of regrets and hopes. Her tongue explored my mouth slowly and deliberately, as if memorizing every inch.
The whistles and cat-calls that filled the air soon after faded to a gentle buzz in the background. I didn't care what they thought, Blake was the only one whose opinion mattered at the moment. Our mouths moved in sync and I drank her in, drawing her scent into my nostrils and her taste into my mouth. Heaven was close enough to touch.
I don't know how long we were kissing, all I know is that when we pulled apart my lungs ached from lack of oxygen and my heart ached from lack of Blake. She pulled her seat out and sat down, casually addressing the rest of the table.
"Hey." The others greeted her with varying degrees of amusement on their faces. Blake took my hand under the table and intertwined her fingers with mine. The message was clear: Nothing will ever keep us apart again. I didn't know why she was acting so cold in the first place, but I didn't care anymore. I was just glad it was over.
With her hand in mine, my senses seemed hyper-acute. I could feel the hot blood rushing through the veins in my face and the muscles of my mouth stretched to their limit by my idiotic grin. I could smell her delicate scent and I could still taste her on my lips. I squeezed her hand lightly, to make sure she was real and not some sort of concoction of my mind. She was real.
She squeezed my hand back, and she turned and flashed me that magic smirk. The one I fell in love with. I smiled back and we stayed like that for a while. Then I realized Nora was talking to me.
"Sorry what?" I said turning toward her. She rolled her eyes.
"Are you going to finish that? And if not, can I have it?" I glanced down at my untouched lunch, a chicken sandwich, and looked back up at her.
"Uh, sure?" She grinned and pulled it toward her.
"So," She said, taking a bite of the sandwich. "How long has this-"She gestured with the sandwich in Blake's and my general direction-"been going on?" I looked at Blake and she smiled.
"Well, it's a funny story. You see, I was minding my own business, trying not to be eaten by Ursa. . ."
Blake POV
I swung through the air, Gambol Shroud's ribbon wrapped securely around my arm, and landed lightly on a tree branch. Gotta love those faunus reflexes. I yanked Gambol Shroud from the tree and caught it, returning it to my back as I looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of any of the other initiates and wondering if I was the only one to have landed in this particular area.
I was about to give up when I heard a voice.
"Helloooo?!" I scoured my memory, wondering where I'd heard that voice before. It was really familiar. "Is anyone out there? Helloooo? I'm getting bored here!" Then she came into view and I frowned a bit. Isn't she the one with the super energetic, slightly annoying sister? I thought, debating whether or not to go to her, or find another partner.
My musings were cut short by a rustling sound I looked in that direction and caught sight of a couple of mid-sized Ursa prowling toward her position. Obviously the girl (Yang I think her name was?) had heard it too, because she turned around.
"Is someone there?" She turned all the way around and started toward the bushes. I wanted to yell at her to stop, but something held me back. "Ruby, is that you?" She asked parting the bushes expectantly. Her gaze was drawn upward to the looming figures of the Ursa. "Nope."
She dove sideways out of the leaping Ursa's path and rolled, coming to her feet and facing the Ursa without a trace of fear as her bracelets spiraled along her arms to become what looked like gauntlets. The second Ursa charged from the side while she was looking at the first, but she saw it flipped backwards and out of danger.
The first charged again, but she drew back her gauntleted fist and drove it deep into the Ursa's stomach, simultaneously firing off what seemed to be a close ranged shotgun blast. My eyes widened and my breath caught as I watched the first Ursa flip backwards head over heels and the second charge under his flying comrade.
Yang nonchalantly dispatched him with a shotgun infused uppercut and a kick. She watched in amusement as they tried to reorient themselves.
"You guys wouldn't happen to have seen a girl in a red hood, would you?" Of course, the Ursa's only response was a roar. "You could just say no." Yang said with incredible flippancy as the maybe 250 lbs Ursa charged again.
She hopped backward, dodging the first slash easily, then she threw herself into a back hand spring just in time to barely dodge the second strike. She put her hands on her hips and laughed.
"Jeez, you guys couldn't hit the broad side of a buh-" She trailed off and I was worried he'd got her. But she was just watching a strand of hair float toward the forest floor.
"You. . ."She closed her eyes and her fists clenched. "You MONSTERS!" Fire exploded from her body and her eyes glowed red. She's beautiful. I thought, mesmerized, as she directed her gauntlets backward and fired, blasting herself at her would be hair stylist.
She subsequently unleashed an unholy barrage of shotgun enhanced punches and vicious kicks, thoroughly crushing the first creature. I leaped down to the forest floor, behind the remaining Ursa, landing so quietly that neither the monster nor the enraged girl saw me.
"What?! You want some too?!" She screamed at the solitary Ursa. Before either could attack, I threw Gambol Shroud in scythe mode, sinking it deep into the Ursa's spine and killing it. Yang stared at me, surprised by my sudden appearance.
I turned to her as I put Gambol Shroud away, and flashed her the smirk I'd been practicing especially for occasions such as this. Her eyes faded back to their previous light bluish-violet and she shrugged.
"I could have taken him."
Nora stared at me.
"Really? The second you guys met?" I shook my head.
"The second time we met." Ren tapped his fingers against his chin.
"Hmm, adrenaline driven lust turned love." He took out a pen and scribbled something on his arm. Nora, Yang, and I stared at him.
"What is it?" Nora asked, peering at his arm. He looked at us seriously.
"I just had the best idea for a fanfiction story."
Hey guys, I finally wrote chapter 8! It didn't take as long as I thought it might, so hooray for that! But hoe-lee fuck guys, I was just shown the most übernerdgasmic thing that every RWBY fan ever should see, just so they can squeal about how cool it is. If you're like me, and want a RWBY video game, that might not happen, but I just saw the next best thing. And I'll post the links on my profile. In fact, after you're done reading this chapter, go check it out. Tank yous that will be all.