Alright! Here's a quick little oneshot I thought up today. Just a note, this chapter takes place between chapters 4 and 5 of Broken Wings! Okay? Okay! Hope you enjoy!

Jealousy

"...So you think you can do it?"

"Oh honey, this'll be easier than taking candy from a baby."

Blake was not a jealous person. She was an introvert, that was an uncontested point. Some would even consider her to be stuck up on certain subjects. Even her closest friends could attest to having trouble in holding any sort of sustained conversation with the feline faunus, and so jealously tended to be something seldom displayed. She was almost always cool, calm, and collected.

But seeing Wrath and Coco train together? Well let's just say that persona was quickly losing it's reputation.

It seemed like a good, and at the time innocent, idea to get Wrath more acquainted with the other students of Beacon, but this sort of acquaintance was the last thing she had in mind.

And so here she was, watching as her otherworldly friend and one of the best fighters in Beacon Academy spoke to each other from across the sparring arena, obviously enjoying themselves a little too much.

"Alright pretty boy. You beat up on Winchester pretty easily, but let's see how you do against a real opponent." Coco taunted as she readied her massive suitcase gun, peering over her sunglasses with a sly smirk.

"Ladies first." Wrath replied cooly as he drew his rune blade, shooting the smirk he had been given right back, performing a small blade flurry in an obvious attempt to show off to the chocolate haired young woman.

"Hmm, a gentleman eh?" Coco purred sensually, giving Wrath an innocent smile that transformed into the face of pure concentration, never breaking her gaze from the Death Knight who stood at the ready before her. "Let's see how long that lasts once I beat you."

"I can last longer than you think." Wrath commented, never letting his guard down, though the same could not be said for his opponent, who's eyes widened considerably behind her sunglasses.

It only took her a few seconds to recover however. With a chuckle she muttered, "I'll keep that in mind."

Blake was not sure who she exactly wanted to strangle more right now.

It was nearly a full hour later when the two finally called their sparring match quits. In that time more than a few flirtatious comments had flown back and forth between the fashionista and elven Death Knight.

Halfway through the sparring match Yang had even found her way over to their particular training arena. She was quick to suggest that the group grab coffee once Coco and Wrath were done with their sparring match, an offer both combatants were quick to take the blonde brawler up on.

And that was what brought the group to where they were, all sitting at a table in the campus coffee shop talking about this and that while Blake sat at the far end of the table nursing a cup of tea with a book pressed against her nose, resembling some sort of rookie spy out on her first mission.

"Well, I gotta say, you're not a pushover Wrath." Coco complimented as she idly stirred her coffee, while leaning on her other arm, staring intently at Wrath with a smile, all while the elf in question obliviously smiled back. "Haven't had a fight that good in a while."

"You aren't bad yourself-... Uh..." Wrath suddenly fell silent when he finally realized something rather important. Scratching the back of his head, he gave Coco a nervous chuckle. "I don't exactly know your name miss-..."

"Oh, my name?" The style-centered brunette began, scooting her chair ever closer to Wrath, all while Blake followed her ever move with viper eyes. "It's Coco Adel but..."

Blake bit down hard on her book, glaring daggers at the older girl. 'Don't do it. Don't you dare do it...'

"You can just call me Coco."

She did it.

"Coco hmm? That's a pretty interesting name." Wrath hummed, before taking a small sip from his own black coffee, silently wondering to himself why anyone preferred such a drink mixed with strange flavored milk. "How'd your parents come up with it?"

"Oh well it's a long story, but essentially it boils down to many of us being named after colors. I can't exactly remember the details, but I know it started after a war that ended around 80 years ago named the great war." Coco explained, waving her hand around, seemingly uninterested in what she was saying, instead Self expression or something. So for instance I was named after-..."

"I'm named after black." Blake suddenly interrupted, before realizing exactly what she had said, which resulted in her ducking behind her mug of tea, her cheeks visibly tinted a hot pink.

Yang ended up having to bite down on her lip keeping herself from bursting out in laughter.

"Uh yeah. She's named after the color black." Coco muttered, peering over her sunglasses at the blushing faunus, who seemed to shrink further behind her tea mug, seemingly trying to vanish being the porcelain container.

Wrath, unfortunately for Blake, was not nearly as subtle in his observance of her strange behavior. Tilting his head in curiosity he asked, "Um... Are you alright Blake? You're acting... Strange."

Blake was up in a second, accidentally knocking her book off of the table in the midst of her rapid assent. "Uh, I'll be right back!"

Yang couldn't hold it in anymore, she began guffawing like a hyena while Blake made what could almost be described as a dash for the table where sugar and coffee stirrers were kept ducking behind it, all while Coco smirked victoriously and Wrath stared at the retreat form of the faunus in bewilderment.

After the group finally broke their attention for Blake finally peered around the corner, resuming her glare session at Wrath and Coco while she silently began to pour milk into her mug of tea in a constant yet thin stream.

Yang was not nearly as preoccupied as Wrath or Coco however, and soon found herself strolling over to where Blake was standing.

"Hey kitty-... Woah." Yang gasped, causing Blake to look down to see that she had failed to notice that she was still pouring milk into her cup, which resulted in the milky coffee running over the lip of the mug, creating a small puddle on the counter that grew in size with each passing second. "Well I guess I don't need to ask whether or not you're okay."

"What're you talking about?" Blake, the blush on her face resurfacing, muttered as she snatched a handful of napkins from the table, soaking up her spilt drink. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Oh really?" Yang chuckled, leaning against the table, swirling her own cup of coffee in her hand, creating a small whirlpool out of her drink. "You wanna know what I think?"

"What?" Blake asked, picking her mug up from the table, taking a small sip from her milky coffee. Or rather her coffee flavored milk.

"I think you're jealous."

Several patrons in the coffee shop jumped as Blake's mug shattered against the tile of the floor, spraying shards of china and coffee in every which direction. Even Wrath and Coco glanced over to see what had transpired behind the table.

"Jealous? How could I be jealous? What do I have to be jealous about? I'm not jealous!" Blake reasoned as she glared at Yang, attempting to keep her usual emotionally void tone in her voice present, though by the faces that watched her from every angle it was more than obvious she was failing.

"Man, I've never seen Blake act this way." Wrath muttered, glancing over at Coco, who seemed to be enjoying the situation just a little bit too much judging by the satisfied smirk that rested upon her face. "Any idea what's causing this?"

"Oh... I may have a theory or two." Wrath suddenly felt the warmth of another persons hand running atop his own, and when he glanced down, saw none other than Coco's hand laid on his own.

And that was the last thing he saw before he looked up and saw what he would later describe as 'darkness incarnate' stalking towards the two of them.

Wrath heard a low whistle from beside him. "I would run if I were you pretty boy..."

Yes, Blake was certainly an introvert. A calm and collected individual who could always be counted on to keep a cool head even in the most chaotic of situations. However a lesson was learned by Blake that day. An important lesson that no one in that cafe would soon forget.

Even she was not immune to the beast inside so many call jealousy.

"Hope you enjoyed the show." Coco, who was leaning against the wall of her dorm hallway, said as a hooded figure strolled over to her.

"You know it. Here's your lien." The figure replied, forking over a small stack of cash to the brunette, who eagerly plucked it from the hooded figure's outstretched palm, counting it quickly.

"Nice." She said after she verified that all of her money was present. After a few seconds of consideration Coco turned back to the hooded figure with a calm smirk etched on her face. "You better go make sure your buddy is still alive. Blake looked pretty miffed when she dragged his ass outta the cafe."

"Eh, kitty-cat won't kill him." The hooded figure laughed. "Just chew him up a little."

"Good." Coco laughed, before opening her dorm door and stepping inside. "Night."

"Night Coco." The hooded figure happily replied before turning on their heel in order to make their way to their own dorm room, eager to see if Wrath had indeed survived Blake's vengeance.

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