The police reports didn't take long with Weiss handing out respectful amounts of hush money and Ruby describing the gun in great, slightly concerning, detail (It was apparently a "run of the mill" Beretta M9). But after all was said and done and they went back to beacon get Weiss' car, Blake found herself with clenched fists and laid back ears in the most disgusting, hellish, loud place known to the world.
She was at the dog pound.
While Ruby was running from pen to pen excitedly with Yang to keep her from breaking anything, it seemed that only Weiss was in the same boat. The heiress glared at the ground as if it had personally offended her, her arms folded tightly over her chest.
"Why exactly do we need to get a dog? I thought we were going to your fath- Dad's house?" Weiss huffed.
"Dad always wanted a dog, but we were too broke to keep one. Now that we're like, rockstars and can afford everything, we're gonna surprise him!" Ruby squealed, shoving her hands into as many pens as she could. Blake really hoped that she didn't want to pet every dog, but knowing Ruby, that was extremely possible.
As Blake walked by a pen, one of the dogs threw itself against the door, barking viciously. She hissed angrily at it, puffing herself up to look as tall as she could. She would be damned if that asshole intimidated her! Even if it's beady looking eyes sought nothing more than to tear her limb from limb and long lines of saliva dripped from it's sharp, exposed teeth.
Blake clung to her courage, knowing she couldn't leave her team alone in there. After the incident in the restaurant, it wouldn't surprise her if they came out with five dogs and a public indecency fine.
What really worried her (other than the vicious beasts on all sides with cages of questionable strength) was that Weiss and Yang hadn't so much as looked at each other since they furiously made out on a table.
Blake was not the best when it came to romance, the most she knew had come from her extensive collection of novels, but she didn't think that was how people who made out acted. Unless it was another one of those friendship things she had never heard about. She doubted it, but it wouldn't hurt to ask Ruby later.
She blinked a couple of times when she was drawn out of her thoughts, looking at her band. They were all crowded around a slobbering golden retriever and a small corgi.
"-But Rubes, nobody's going to be intimidated by that little guy. If someone breaks into the house, they'll see him and laugh!" Yang said, gesturing towards the dog.
"He's got a fire in his eyes Yang! I can see it!" Ruby argued, voice full of passion. All Blake saw in it's eyes was a thirst for the blood of the innocent.
Ruby got down on one knee in front of him and pet his head. "You'd do a great job at protecting dad, wouldn't you?" The dog barked once and Ruby looked as if she might explode from glee. "See!?"
"Ruby, he didn't say anything. He barked." Yang put her hands on her hips.
The dog barked again, scampering over to Yang and licking her shin. Blake felt her stomach drop as the blonde squealed and leaned down to pet him. If he could change their minds this easily, he could turn them against her with no problem. Maybe not Weiss, seeing as she was still staring into the ground, but she'd keep her eye on him anyways.
"Okay, I guess he'll do. You'd better not let anything happen to my old man, you hear?" He let out another bark and she patted his head.
As the sisters left to go and fill out the paperwork, they forgot to acknowledge that the golden retriever was left out of his cage, much to Blake's horror. They stared at each other, one panting happily and the other's life flashing before her eyes.
The dog took a step towards her, cocking it's head when she took one back.
"Weiss. Will you please put him back in his cage." She said calmly, never taking her eyes off the fiend. If Weiss heard her, she ignored it.
The dog's tail began to wag erratically as he started towards the pair at a trot. Weiss could definitely handle herself. If she didn't stab the beast when it mauled her, she could probably freeze it solid with an icy glare. Yeah. Weiss was a big girl.
That was, in no way, an excuse to justify herself as she flew at the nearest cage and scaled it, perching angrily at the top near the ceiling. It looked up at her, perplexed. Not today, vile beast.
Blake found herself holding her breath as it's tail resumed it's wagging and the dog ambled over to Weiss. She suddenly regretted abandoning her friend as it panted and barked, pawing at the pale woman's leg. Weiss looked up and glared at it, arms still firmly folded. It stared back, expression unchanging.
Weiss' lips were pressed into a thin line as she began to shake. Was she afraid of them too? Blake opened her mouth to tell Weiss that there was room for on more up there, but snapped it shut as the heiress dropped to her knees and began petting the thing.
"Aren't you just the sweetest wittle thing ever!" She squealed, scratching behind it's ears."Yes you are!"
Blake hissed in frustration but stayed up in her sanctuary. They had Weiss too.
"If they won't take you, I'll just have to bring you home myself."
That rose the red flags. "Weiss if you bring that thing home I swear to god I will throw it out the window."
Weiss gasped and held the dog protectively, "You will do no such thing! Don't worry wittle guy, Blake won't hurt you." The rest trailed off into unintelligible cooing noises that made the faunus want to gag.
Suddenly, something occurred to her that made a smirk pull at her lips. "Dogs aren't allowed at Beacon. It was in our contracts."
The heiress glared up at her, but sighed and led the beast back to it's cage.
When Ruby and Yang came back with the small corgi in tow, the Ice Queen had resumed her usual posture. This time, she wasn't staring at the floor like it might steal her wallet.
Ruby smiled at her, but began to look around frantically, "Where's Blake?"
Weiss smirked and pointed up at the blushing faunus. They stared up at her for a moment before filing the experience away in the "Don't ask" folder.
"Um… are you gonna come down anytime soon? We can leave now."
Blake had to hold back the urge to cry out in happiness, getting down and making a beeline for the exit.
The fresh air was heaven compared to the stench of the pound. But, as they all got into the car, Blake was met with another obstacle. She scrunched up as far as she could against her door, trying to avoid coming into contact with the beast sitting triumphantly in Ruby's lap.
She contemplated throwing herself out of the moving car. She could probably survive it. It wouldn't be the first time either.
Before she could decide, they pulled up to a modest little house. It had two stories and probably an attic. And it was painted annoying neon green, making it stand out from the other houses on the street. It could only be Yang and Ruby's house.
"Stay out here for a little bit, guys." Yang said as they got to the door. Blake raised an eyebrow, but didn't follow as she walked in, crouching low to the ground. Weiss looked on in confusion and Ruby sighed.
"She does this every time. Once she learned that he could fight, she's been trying to beat him." She said, pressing her ear to the door. Did all families do that? It seemed kind of… barbaric.
Blake's ears flattened at the sound of a loud battle cry and breaking glass, followed by a few thumps and a deep, hearty laugh.
"Okay, it's safe!" Ruby laughed, walking in.
The house was warm on the inside, and smelled strongly of cinnamon. The walls were painted in bright, flamboyant colors that made Blake wonder if their dad had let them paint the entire house. Ruby led them down a purple hallway and into a pink kitchen.
The kitchen was large and had a small table in the corner, a broken plate near the sink, and, more importantly, Yang on the floor with one large shoe planted firmly on her stomach.
"Ah, I knew The Dragon had to bring The Flower." The man said, smiling at Ruby. He was a little taller than Blake. Thin, but she could see the coiled muscle where his sleeves were rolled up. His bright blue eyes looked over the other two and the small dog curiously, before looking to Ruby for answers.
"Dad, this is Blake and Weiss. Weiss is our singer and Blake plays the bass." She said with a smile, gesturing to each of them in turn.
He stepped off of his other daughter, walking forward to shake each of their hands. Blake found that his grip was pleasantly firm and his hand warm. "Nice to meet you. My name's Samson. And who's this little guy?" He asked, bending down to pet the dog.
"Don't know yet." Yang said, grinning widely from her spot on the floor. She didn't seem very eager to get up. "You need to name him first."
The man cocked his head, running a hand through his short salt and pepper hair. "Why me?"
"Cause he's yours now!" Ruby squealed. "We brought food and everything."
His eyebrows shot up, but a wide grin split his face. He picked up the tiny beast and inspected him closely. After a few moments, he hugged the dog. "I think I'll name him Zwei."
Weiss cocked her head slightly at the name, but shrugged when the dog barked happily, his tiny tail wagging. Blake wasn't quite sure how those two were raised by him. She had honestly expected some excitable, muscle bound, pun making, puppy dog. Though, she definitely wasn't disappointed by how it turned out.
Samson grinned at them gesturing to the table. "Go ahead and have a seat. I'll get some coffee."
They all took a seat, but when Yang went to join them he shoved a broom in her hand and pointed to the broken plate with a smirk that made Blake want to take back the nice things she thought about him.
"Sorry kiddo, but you've shattered any hope at relaxing."
Even Yang groaned.
Though his puns were worse than Yang's, Blake found him to be very good company. He seemed to catch on quickly about how little she talked and that Weiss' neutral face was a scowl. She actually enjoyed just sitting with everyone as they talked about everything that had happened since the band was thrown together and making the occasional comment.
When they left the house later, it was almost dark outside, the sun just resting on the horizon.
Blake walked slightly behind her friends. Meeting new people was always tiring, even if they were as friendly as Samson.
A gust of cold wind chilled her to the bone, but more importantly, blew the scent of her team towards her. That faced her with another problem, her entire team stank of dog.
"Wait." She said, surprised they even heard her with how quiet her voice was. They looked at her curiously as she studied them, trying to figure out a way to fix this.
If they went home now, the smell would be all over the house. She supposed she could spray freshener everywhere when they went to sleep, but that sounded tiring. Anything that cut into her sleep was a bad idea anyway.
She steeled herself, walking up to Ruby first. Ruby, she'd admit to herself, was the one she was most comfortable physically touching. Though the girl was over affectionate, she was gentle and soft.
Blake leaned down, sniffing cautiously as confusion played over the girl's features. Finally, she put a hand on her shoulder. "Ruby, don't freak out."
"About wha- BLAKE!?" She nearly yelled as Blake began to rub herself against her. Though it wasn't the best, she would much rather have them smell like her than that dog.
"B-BLAKE WHAT ARE YOU DOING OH GOD WE'RE IN PUBLIC!" She cried, putting her hands up in the air. "My sister is right there Blake!"
"Get that Bellabooty, Rubes!" Yang cheered, her hand clamped tightly over her eyes.
Blake stopped, giving Ruby a curious sniff before nodding to the woman as red as her namesake. "You smell better." She said, smiling slightly.
She turned to and walked up to Yang. Luckily, it was only Yang's hands that smelled like dog. Blake took them carefully and rubbed them on her stomach for a few seconds before leaving the confused girl and stepping over to Weiss.
Weiss glared and Blake glared back. Weiss was the worst. It was no wonder, considering that she practically cuddled with one of those things.
They stared at each other for a moment before Weiss narrowed her eyes."It's the smell, isn't it?" At the faunus' nod, she sighed heavily, "Just get it over with."
Blake nodded and began to furiously rub herself against Weiss. She forgot how light the other woman was and ended up pushing her back against the car. With a soft apology, she continued to wiggle against her as the pale woman tried to keep her squawking to a minimum
When Weiss was as good as new, she looked back at the other two, cocking her head at their various shades of red. "Are you ready to go?"
"If you're done grinding on everyone, yes." Yang said, bringing a hand to her face.
Blake blushed slightly, her features staying neutral. "I have a very sensitive nose. I didn't want you guys getting the smell of dog all over the house."
Ruby covered her red face as Yang began to laugh loudly, "You know I have some perfume, right?"
Blake groaned.
"So then I told him, 'if you didn't want me to eat it, you shouldn't have set it on fire!' and he threw a lemons at me. Lemons!" Yang huffed as they walked down the hall. "Who the hell just throws lemons at people?"
While Yang's energetic storytelling was amusing, the long, stressful day was beginning to drain the rest of the team. Weiss was already starting to lapse into her zombie-like shuffle and Blake's ears were beginning to droop. The only person that kept up with (and exceeded) Yang's energy was her little sister.
"That's so wasteful." Ruby said, shaking her head solemnly, "He could've eaten them!"
"I ate them! Caught every lemon he threw, right in my mouth. That made him even angrier." The blonde laughed.
Weiss scrunched up her face slightly. "That doesn't sound very enjoyable."
"It wasn't. I did it just to spite him."
Weiss cracked a tired smirk at that, hand coming up to cover her mouth.
As Yang and Ruby continued to talk about lemons and angry bartenders, Blake looked down the hall. The elevators in the building were malfunctioning, and with the odd way the stairs were placed they had to cross every floor just to get to the next flight. Blake blamed Ozpin. That shifty, mysterious bastard.
When she saw four men coming down the hall, her muscles tensed and her ears flattened against her head. She pulled lightly on the edge of Yang's shirt, cutting the girl off mid sentence. She looked at Blake curiously before following her gaze down the hall.
A sharp growl burst from Yang's throat as she stepped in front of the other three, alerting them that something was not right.
"Hey look, it's the animal and the bimbo." The man with the copper colored hair sneered, "Looks like they have friends too."
"Listen here fuck bucket," Blake still wondered where the hell she came up with that, "I beat your ass once, do you really think I won't do it again?"
"You surprised us last time. You really think you can take us in a fair fight?"
Blake looked around. Shouldn't there be security? They were in a building full of famous musicians, you'd think there would be at least one on each floor.
"Who are they?" Ruby asked cautiously, peeking around her sister at the towering men.
Yang folded her arms, baring her teeth. "Those are the guys that tried to jump Blake."
Ruby's face contorted in rage, her hands curling into fists as she began to stomp forward. Yang pulled her back, wrapping her arms tightly around the girl in a way that kept her arms pinned to her body. "Hey, hey. Remember what I told you about thinking first?" Ruby simply growled in reply.
"What's wrong, don't want the little girl to get hurt?" He egged.
Weiss stepped in front of Ruby and Yang, Blake right beside her. "I really don't think you should be one to talk." Blake monotoned, raising an eyebrow, "I'm surprised anything below the belt still works." She remembered kicking him. It was a good kick.
His sneer turned into a grimace before morphing into a heated glare. "That was a cheap shot."
Weiss snorted, flipping her hair in a way Blake would find annoying if it wasn't aimed at them. "So you're telling me that attacking a lone woman, with a gang of four, isn't a 'cheap shot'." She asked idly.
His face contorted with rage and he took a step forward, "That's not a woman, that's an animal. That one," He said, nodding his head in Yang's direction, "Is definitely a man."
Weiss' lips thinned and the chill of her glare turned arctic. "I don't trust the judgement of someone who's never even touched a woman."
"But of course you have, bunch of dykes."
Insults rolled off Blake like water on duck feathers, but she saw every muscle in Weiss' body tense before suddenly relaxing. Weiss stepped back, laying a hand gently on Yang's arm. Yang looked at her, eyebrows knit together. Ruby had only grown more and more upset at the conversation, struggling in vain in Yang's iron grip.
"Let her go."
Yang's eyes widened, mouth opening only to shut so fast Blake heard her teeth click.
"Let her go."
The blonde looked at the group with pity before releasing the snarling girl in her arms.
Blake looked on with a vague sense of wonder and horror as short, no more than 150 pounds, Ruby darted over and lifted a grown, heavily muscled, man above her head and threw him to the ground with an enraged scream. It was safe to say that Ruby was fucking pissed.
"I need this." Weiss said behind her.
As Blake turned away from the carnage, her eyes widened at Weiss undoing Yang's belt. Yang's face was the perfect mixture of confused and turned on. Blake was really going to have a talk to her about her arousal in the worst situations
"Wow, um, Weiss, I really don't think this is the time for-"
Yang was silenced as Weiss turned away, belt in hand, and stalked toward the man with the blonde mohawk.
Blake heaved a sigh at the pair, turning towards the man she couldn't see last time. She saw now that he had slicked back hair, that looked like a combination of mud and grass, and eyes of similar color that were wide as he watched Ruby, who was now on the ground, punching their leader repeatedly in the face.
Blake smirked, she may not be as heavily muscled as Yang, professionally trained like Weiss, or completely enraged like Ruby. But damn if she couldn't fight dirty.
The point was made as she ran up behind him and swept his legs out from under him. He hit the ground with a dull 'thud' and she took the chance to launch a vicious kick into his side.
Unfortunately, he was a bit more skilled than she had foreseen, taking her ankle and giving it a sharp yank that had her tumbling to the ground with him. A flash of pain washed over her as she landed on her tail wrong, but she grit her teeth and threw herself at him with a low growl.
He landed a punch to her shoulder, but she clenched a hand in his disgustingly greasy hair and bashed him in the nose with her forehead before another could come. His soft cry of pain was made louder when she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, hanging on like a rabid dog when he tried to punch her off.
She could hear the vague sound of yelling, curses, and, oddly enough, the noise of a whip. Most of her surrounding was drowned out by the tang of blood in her mouth and the rapid pounding of her adrenaline filled heart.
When she finally managed to pin the man's shoulders to the ground with her knees (a hand still clenched in his hair for good measure), she looked up to see how her team was faring, her breath coming out in short gasps.
Ruby smiled at her from her seat on the unconscious leader's chest, giving her a little wave. Blake was relieved to see that she had calmed down, but her sister was still waging war. Though it was decidedly short, ending with her jumping into the air and crashing down on the man with the rich haircut. Blake couldn't help but wince at the sound he made.
"Oh god, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
"You sound more sorry that you got your ass kicked. I want a real apology." Weiss deadpanned, her voice followed by a 'CRACK' and a yelp.
Blake knew she would regret it, but she looked over at Weiss, her face paling slightly. The woman had a heel planted on the back of the man's neck, keeping him on the ground as she held Yang's belt in both hands. Blake felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw Weiss' icy blue eyes and the self satisfied smirk on her face.
"I-I'm really sorry, I won't do it again! Just please let me go!"
"You call that begging, you filthy scum?"
"P-please! Please let me go!" He cried. Blake could see tears building up at the corners of his eyes. Blake felt a warm swell of pride at how well her group of friends had handled the situation. They could protect themselves (and more) just fine. It gave her an odd sense of security to think that they were probably the scariest people in the building.
Except for Goodwitch.
No one was scarier than Goodwitch.
Weiss' smirk grew and she removed her foot. The man quickly picked himself up off the ground and sprinted down the hall to safety, bumping into a very intimidating, very angry, woman on his way out. Blake felt all pride leave her, replaced by an unearthly chill. Think of the devil, and she shall appear.
"Would you mind telling me what the fuck is going on here." Growled Goodwitch, looking at the group with a violent scowl on her face. Blake didn't understand how an expression could be violent, but Glynda pulled it off perfectly.
They were all silent, looking at each other pleadingly. Not even Weiss made a move to speak. Blake reasoned that it was probably because Glynda was the senior dominatrix.
Finally, Yang raised her hand slowly, waiting to be called on as if the checkered hallway were a grade school classroom.
Glynda nodded towards her, allowing her to speak. Yang cleared her throat, giving the woman a sheepish smile. "Talk shit, get hit."
Glynda's eye twitched.
The gym was usually brightly lit and welcoming. The sound of metal clinking through her headphones almost always cheered her up. The smell was pretty terrible, but comforting in an odd way. At least, it was most days. Lately, all of it just served to drive her up a wall.
Yang pushed the weighted bar back onto the rack, letting out a sigh. She had been working herself ragged for the last three days and it was beginning to take it's toll.
Working out usually provided a good distraction, or at least exhausted her energy, but it didn't seem to be working today. Her blood had been on fire since the restaurant and the fight with the asshole brigade (she now knew as CRDL) only made it worse. Unless she completely exhausted herself, the thoughts would keep her up late into the night.
The raw, passionate look that Weiss gave her when they kissed and the feeling of the woman's legs around her waist wouldn't leave her mind. She didn't want it to leave her mind.
It wouldn't be so bad if Weiss was just sexy, or gorgeous, or smart. But with her being all that and more, Yang didn't even stand a chance.
Now, Weiss would barely look at her! For three! Fucking! Days!
If there was ever a time she hated her poor impulse control, it was now. Weiss was finally talking to her and she ruined it with one lapse in judgement. She hated how stupid she could be sometimes.
Her lips were so soft though...
Yang let out a frustrated growl, stacking a couple more weights on the bar.
"Hey! You sure you can handle that much weight, blondie?" A voice from somewhere behind her called. She huffed, taking out her earbuds and turning to find a man with sunshine blonde hair and an equally yellow tail swinging behind him. His shirt hung open, revealing tight muscle and a hairless chest. A mischievous smirk played across his face as he stared at her.
"First of all, you're just as blonde as I am." She pointed out, frowning. "Second, I could probably bench like, five of you."
His smirk fell, turning into a mildly offended glare. "Bullshit! I see those little sissy weights you put on there."
She took a step forward, her eyes narrowed. "Sissy weights? I bet you couldn't even do twenty reps with that bar."
"You are so on!" He growled, making his way over to the bench. She grinned, all teeth. Her blood was running hot and burning through her veins. She could use a little (not so) friendly competition.
As he got under the bar, he looked at her with a smirk. "I'll do a set, then you do one. First one to screw up loses."
Yang grinned.
An hour and two sweat streaked blondes later, the bar laid cast aside with both of them on the ground, matching each other rep for rep in one handed push ups. Yang grinned as he began to pant, glaring heatedly at her.
"Getting tired monkey boy?" She grunted.
He tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a gasp. "You wish. I just- Hey! That's out of form!"
"Bullshit!" She growled. She always made sure her form was perfect! "If anything, you're out of form! You're leaning to the side!"
"Nu-uh!" He said, very maturely. "You're the one leaning! I knew you were weak!"
She jumped up onto her feet, a little dizzy from adrenaline and exertion. "Go eat a dick!"
"You go eat a dick!" He yelled, stumbling a bit as he stood.
"You go eat two dicks!"
"You go eat three dicks! AT THE SAME TIME!"
She glared, the fire in her blood flaring. "Are you trying to start a fight?"
"So what if I am!?"
"Then fucking fight me!"
She stumbled a bit as she got to the door, her leg almost giving out, but the bruised arm around her waist kept her upright. "So you're a drummer? I'm a singer."
"That's pretty cool." He probably wasn't as cool as their singer. Hehe. She opened the door to the apartment and started towards the freezer to get some ice packs for them. She threw one to him and he pressed it to his eye. "What's the name of your band?"
A door opened somewhere in the apartment, but she paid it no mind. It wasn't everyday she made a new friend in the gym. "I'm the leader of SSSN."
"WHAT!?" A voice screeched from the hall, the sound of swift footsteps following after.
Red and black streaked out and stopped at the edge of the room. Ruby looked up at him with big eyes and a hand clutched to her chest. "O-Oh my god. It's Sun Wukong."
"That's my little sister, Ruby." Yang added, cocking her head slightly and joining the two in the living room.
"Hey, Ruby. What's up?" He said, smiling brightly.
She let out a squeal and promptly dropped to the ground, unconscious. Sun looked at her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
Yang shrugged, sighing "The same thing happened with Pyrrha…"
They heard muttering from the hall followed by a quiet "What the fuck?" before Blake stepped over the girl and into the living room.
"What's wrong with… oh my god." Her eyes grew almost as wide as Ruby's.
Yang looked over at Sun skeptically. Ruby was known to overreact, but if it was Blake, His band must've really been famous.
Blake stepped forward cautiously, "Sun Wukong?"
He looked at her, his smile returning "The one and only!"
"Oh my god." She murmured again, ears flicking erratically. "I just want to say that I've always been a fan of your music. Even your solo career was-"
"SIGN MY FAAACE!" Came the screech from Ruby, causing everyone in the room to jolt. She got to her feet as if she hadn't just been unconscious, bouncing over to hand a pen to Sun. He shrugged and began to scrawl his name on her cheek.
Yang pressed a hand to her face. "Little sis, that is so not punk rock."
She whirled around to face Yang, a look of outrage on her (now scribbled on) face. "You're so not punk rock!"
Gasps were heard from around the room and Yang's jaw dropped. Ruby's eyes became watery and she all but threw herself at her big sister, wrapping around her like a koala.
"I'm so sorry, Yang! I didn't mean it!" She cried. Yang couldn't help but crack a smile, patting her back gently.
Weiss chose that moment to make her appearance, walking into the apartment and raking her eyes over them for a moment. Suddenly, the fire was back and Yang had to fight back the urge to cry in frustration.
Ice blue eyes focused on Yang, narrowing and looking her up and down in way that made her blush and try not to squirm. "Why… do you have bruises everywhere?"
Yang grinned weakly, jerking a thumb towards Sun. "I totally kicked his ass."
"I don't even want to know." She muttered, shaking her head and heading to the kitchen.
"Yang!" Ruby gasped. "Why did you beat the shit out of Sun?!"
"He started it." She huffed.
"You're the one that-" He started, but his phone going off stopped him. He looked at it and smiled a bit before looking back up. "That's Neptune, I gotta go guys. It was nice to meet all of you. What's your name, by the way?" He asked Blake.
"Blake Belladonna."
"Blake Catastrophe Belladonna!?" He gasped. Yang giggled quietly, but stopped when she saw Blake's face. She expected an eye roll and a sigh, not for the blood to drain out of her face and her muscles to tense. Something in the kitchen banged, Weiss stopping to stare at the monkey faunus.
Sun continued, grinning. "Bass player for the White Fang?! That's amazing! I knew you looked familiar. Where are the rest of-" His scroll beeped again. "Sorry, I'll talk to you guys later. He says it's important."
Then, oblivious to the deathly silence in the room, he walked out with a bounce in his step.
Yang's eyes slowly traveled over to Blake. The woman was frozen in place like a deer in the headlights.
Anyone who watched tv or listened to the radio knew who the White Fang were. Yang would've believed it no problem a couple of weeks ago, but knowing Blake now, it was hard to picture the girl doing anything violent unless she was pushed into it.
But Blake didn't deny it. She didn't look offended or confused or even angry. She looked guilty, her ears pinned back and her face turned towards the ground.
Yang sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"Blake, we need to talk."
"-And victory is in a simple soul!"
The ending of the song rang out through the dark room. Only the streetlights outside shone in. It was very inconvenient, but the group played along, if only to avoid a scathing glare and biting remark.
A woman turned off the radio, leaning back in her chair. "See? I told you they picked up some new talent."
The man next to her snorted, rolling his slate grey eyes. "New, sure. I don't know about the talent though."
"Well, you have to admit, they do have potential. We gotta strike while the iron is hot." She said, smirking.
"She's not wrong." The man with bright orange hair muttered, raising his cigar.
"Think about it, Mercury." She said, waving a hand in front of her face to dispel some of the smoke. "If we go to them now, before they get egos and ambitions, they'll become an asset."
Mercury groaned, but didn't add anything. The other man rolled his eyes at her. "And how are we supposed to get around Ozpin and his pet bitch?"
She laughed, "You know as well as I do that those contracts aren't binding, Roman."
"I meant physically. Have you seen their security?"
"We could always act like we work for beacon?" Mercury volunteered.
She sighed,"That's fucking stupid."
"I don't see you with any bright ideas, Em." He growled.
She made a face at him.
Roman sighed, "Children, please stop fighting."
"Yes mom." Emerald groaned.
"We'll check it out." came a sultry voice.
Emerald turned to look at the window. The woman sat there, the red cherry of her cigarette glowing and Amber eyes scanning the streets below. Always too damn dramatic for her own good, but damn if she didn't make it look sexy.
"If they're worth it…" She paused, tendrils of smoke curling out from her lips and being whisked out the window. She ran a hand through her pitch black hair, a dark smirk twisting her lips.
"We'll take them."
AN: I hope you guys liked it!
I really appreciate how thought out and sincere all those reviews were. Thank you guys so much for taking the time to write those out!
I'm going to be starting a new job pretty soon (my writing doesn't pay the bills yet), so my updates might be a couple days slower for a little while until I get used to it.
Until next time friends!
-Vox