Golden Thorns: Chapter Seventeen
He was surprised at how well the conversation with Weiss had gone. Clearly their respective teams had been good for them. He had lost his rage and she was no longer so arrogant. All in all it had been a good evening. They were walking back to their dorms together, catching up with the latest happenings and the conversation was flowing with relative ease.
"So what were you doing in the east wing anyway?" he asked her.
"Oh my! I completely forgot!"
"What, what is it?"
"Blake! She ran off. I was supposed to be looking for her."
"What do you mean she ran off? What happened?"
"I… we were arguing… we said some things… and she just took off. Ruby, Yang and I have been searching all day."
"Wow. That bad, huh?"
"Coran! Does this look like a joke to you?"
"No Weiss, but I'm sure she'll be back soon."
"I'm not."
"Why? What did you say to make her run off? She doesn't seem like the type."
"Well… we saw this dust shop in vale. It had been robbed in the night and the police were saying it was the white fang." Coran's hand clenched. "I said that they were a bunch of criminal degenerates and then Blake said 'maybe we were just tired of being pushed around' and then she just… ran off." Thus followed a few seconds of silence.
"We?" Coran said quietly.
"Great, if the others find out that I've been wasting time here it'll take some explaining." She carried on, ignoring him.
"We? As in she was part of them."
"We don't know for sure. Coran you didn't here this from me, okay?"
"Didn't hear what? That your friend is white fang?" Coran's mind was racing.
"Coran. Let us deal with this. I intend to ask her when we find her, just… just don't do to her what you did to me."
"What's this?" he said in mock surprise, "Weiss Schnee going soft on the white fang?" he knew he was overstepping a line now, verging on cruel. She was just as much a victim of their attacks as him. Her face was showing her rage like a picture. "I expected better from you." Boom. That hit home. He threw the comment aside as if it was nothing yet knowing just how much it would wound. She was now very displeased.
"You think I'm soft do you?" her words pierced him like an icicle.
"Not in the slightest. Just wanted to make sure which side you're on. When you find her, tell her about me and that I want to talk to her. Is that okay?"
"What?" she was now thoroughly confused.
"I want to find out whether she knows anything about my father. This is the first lead that I've had in years and I intend to follow it up. Please Weiss. I need this, and I need your help."
Nervously, she looked at him, ice blue eyes meeting dark grey. She quietly whispered "Okay."