Golden Thorns: Chapter Eight
It had been two weeks. Lessons were dull and people were annoying. It was evening and his team mates were in their dorm room. Dev was struggling with some of his work but the girls were helping him through it. Coran was on his bed, attempting a tricky essay on the pack behaviour of beowolves for professor port.
"How were the Faunus able to beat the general again?"
"Come on, Dev, you know this." Said Jo encouragingly
"Wait, night vision, right?"
"Yeah, loads of them could see in the dark so the surprise attack was beaten." Coran said from his position in the corner.
"Thanks guys."
"Hey, I need to do something. I'll see you guys later?"
"Yeah, sure Coran. Don't stay out too late or you'll be locked out."
"I'll be back before then, don't wait up for me."
He had been thinking for a while. He couldn't avoid Weiss any more. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate. He needed to talk to her. Coran walked to the corner leading onto her corridor and waited. He knew that she often got back late and was counting on it tonight.
It took half an hour for her to arrive. She was walking at speed with books under one arm and immaculate ponytail just starting to deconstruct. It had been a hard day then. He kept to the shadowed corner until she was right next to him when he quietly said "hello Weiss."
She started, spun round dropping her books, drew her sword and let the point hang an inch from Coran's neck. "Easy there, princess," he said, knocking the blade out of harm's way with the back of his hand, "I not going to attack you."
"Who are you, and how dare you speak to me like th-"
"Same old Weiss." Coran interrupted "I don't expect you to recognise me. I'm taller, my hair is longer and, so I'm told, my eyes look like they've seen some pain."
"What do you want? You degenerate."
"Oh please, degenerate? Really?"
"If you don't tell me why you're here then I'll-"
"Coran Silverthorne!" he shouted in her face. That shut her up. He could feel the rage overflowing as he grabbed her collar and pinned her to the wall causing her to drop her sword. She was stunned into silence. Her lips quivered and voice shook as she spoke.
"I-I had no idea tha-" she started but Coran was already speaking.
"That what, Weiss! That I was at beacon? That I would not remember? That I was still alive?" He stopped himself, let go of her. He could see that she was scared. "Well I am." He said, his voice no more than a whisper. "I do remember and I haven't forgiven. We were friends once. Never again." And with that, he turned and walked away leaving her stood there in the hallway, sword and books at her feet.