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Edited by Ghost132

Blanka panted slightly as she finished sparring Moss. He was being unreasonable once again, he refused to keep up with Blanka's training regime that she kept for her team and refused to fully acknowledge her as the leader of the team; her form of punishment for this type of insubordination was sparring with her, one-on-one.

The leader wiped her brow of sweat and picked up the sword that had been knocked from her hands during the training. Moss too was bending down to pick up his weapon, an old fashioned sword designed to look like those of the officers during the war but with added runes along the blade and a barrel for the gun function of the weapon. While she didn't like to admit it, Moss was good in fight, both with weapons and with his fists. They fought for 5 minutes before they both were disarmed and then they continued to fight with with their fists until Noir called the match in Blanka's favor as Moss's aura was nearly gone; Blanka wasn't cocky though for her aura was just a hair above his.

"Again." Blanka said with commanding voice. Moss groaned.

"Are you planning on fighting me to the death?" Moss said, half-heartedly as he wiped his own sweat from under his aviators.

"Team MSCV has the upperhand." was all Blanka said as she rolled her shoulders back and cracked her knuckles.

"Not exactly surprising, I mean look at us." Moss started, knowing if he talked for a while he could take a minute to catch his breath, "We have an angel of death here to fight us to the grave as a leader, a pussy cat who has been reading The History of Grimm over and over again for 5 days straight and is the only one to have yet to fight the said angel of death" at this Luka's eyes flashed up in an annoyed glare, "and a rat who hasn't had to fight the angel of death either. We are hopeless if you ask-" Moss was about to finish but Blanka had enough of his faith, or lack thereof, and swept him off his feet with her legs.

"Team MSCV has the upperhand." Repeated Blanka, "We will be the best fighting team in this school."

"If you do not mind me asking, Blanka." The rat faunas said quietly, "what exactly is their upperhand?"

"They are learning to communicate with a language none of us know. Even if we were to fight them in the darkness, the two faunas on the team would be able to still communicate." Blanka started craving a cigar so she pulled one from a pouch at her side and lit it. "We need to be able to beat that. I already have an idea of how but that will come later. After you have learned to start obeying my orders in fights."

Moss lay on the floor still and looked up at Blanka who tapped some ashes off the cigar. He now watched the ashes as they floated down onto his shirt.

"Maybe I would listen if we had a leader who could actually see the team she was commanding."

There was shocked silence as Luka and Noir looked at Moss in shock over what he had said. Blanka's one eye slowly looked down at Moss. He struck a cord.

"Get up." She growled at him. He did so cautiously.

"Let's see you try to fight with one eye, boy." Blanka was calm in her talking now but that only made the situation more terrifying for Noir and Luka to witness. The leader took off her eyepatch slowly, showing the sealed hole where he eye should have been and she tossed it to Moss.

"Put it on." She commanded. He did so.

"At first you'll be disoriented. Your depth perception will be completely off." She said as she punched him in jaw and took another puff of her cigar. He swung his sword but missed her completely. He turned to strike her again but couldn't see her to his side and received a kick to his ribs. Moss fell to the ground and tore off the eyepatch, tossing it back to her. Blanka crouched next to him and said quietly, "That wasn't even a minute of fighting with one eye. If you think you can do a better job leading this team then go ahead but you have to wear that patch at all times. Understood?"

Moss nodded his head and watched her as she put her patch back on. Now was his time to strike. He kicked her legs, making her fall to the ground which gave him time to get up; he then used the opportunity to raise his sword to strike Blanka while she was down but a whip grabbed his hand and held him back.

Noir saw what was about to happen and stopped it before Moss could harm their leader. It appeared though that Luka had had the same idea and leapt forward with her double sided axe to hit Moss. Noir quickly used his whip to pull Moss out of the way but Moss saw this as an attack on him and jumped at Noir, landing a kick straight into his chest. Luka used her dust propelled boots to jump into the action. Explosions were happening everywhere and the three were punching, kicking, dodging at slashing at each other.

"Enough!" Blanka yelled and they all stopped where they were and stared at their leader. They expected to be yelled at or to fight or do some sort of rigorous training exercise but instead of a yell, they heard a laughter arise from their leaders throat. Blanka laughed, how long had it been since she had laughed? Who knows but the whole ordeal was hysterical to her. Moss cracked a smile and fell to the ground as he too started to laugh at the mess that had just occurred. Soon Luka and Noir joined in on the team laughter.

"That was great, but seriously. 50 laps around the training room. Now." Blanka ordered. Groaning, they all started to run and Blanka joined in on the run. At the end, they were all panting and sweaty and fell to the ground in exhaustion.

"Your baking may suck," Moss started, breaking the silence, "but your fighting is on point."

"Excuse me? My baking is perfection in itself. I'll have you know that dozens of five star restaurants wanted me to work as head chef instead of going to this academy." Luka scowled.

"Not this again." Noir rolled his eyes and put a hand over his eyes. At that, Moss and Luka couldn't help but start to laugh again. Blanka and Noir joined in on. Maybe they were laughing so they didn't pass out, maybe they were laughing because they knew if they didn't they'd all be fighting again. Who knows, but the laughing continued.

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In Doctor Oobleck's class, everyone had a hard time keeping up. He was really just a whirl of green hair, dashing around the room. Luka was the only person on team BLMN actually capable of keeping up with this highly caffeinated professor. Because of this feat, the team elected her to take all notes in class so they could catch some shut eye but the cat didn't seem to mind. Oobleck's class was a favorite of hers and she looked up to him a lot.

Unfortunately, today Blanka couldn't sleep in class; she was too busy eyeing team MSCV. She couldn't get her mind off of the team, the communication they had in battle had increased significantly since the first week of school. It made it incredibly difficult to try and form counter attacks or better strategy. Looking over the team her eyes stuck onto that ram faunas, Sable. The way her hair flowed over her face and how she tucked it behind her ear as she looked down at her notes made Blanca speechless. Sable's eyes flashed up to Blanca, making brief eye contact before Blanca looked down at her lap with burning cheeks.

She finally understood why she was so determined to beat team MSCV and it made her slightly disappointed in herself, the most feared leader of the new Beacon graduating class wanted to impress a certain faunas.

"Why are you red?" Moss whispered, leaning over a sleeping Noir. His eyes looked over to team MSCV then back to Blanca. "No" he said trying to hold back a laugh.

"Shut up!" Blanca snapped a little too loudly. The entire class looked up at her. "Sorry, Oobleck. Please, continue." Sable smiled slightly and shook her head before looking back toward Oobeck as he continued the class.

"Like you would ever have a chance with someone. Look at yourself and be honest." Moss said blandly. As if perfectly timed, Noir woke up and sat up, hitting Moss's chin with his head.

"Serves you right." Blanca glared at her teammate. She looked back at Sable then to her lap again. He was right, she was could never catch someone's attention with her appearance or personality. Blanca couldn't deny the truth, she was alone and she would always be alone.

For the rest of the day, Blanca was in a haze, just walking around with her team in utter silence. She called off their practice so they could study, separately. Luka took this as an opportunity to walk around with Noir to talk about her favorite books.

Noir was a great listener, Luka had noticed. The two also shared an intense interest in the Grimm which was all they really talked about. Luka would discuss what she knew and Noir was able to keep up and ask questions. The rat and the cat made a great pair and everyone could see it. The two were walking back to the room, in deep conversation about a fictional book in which a doctor injected a serum into himself to become a Grimm.

Noir listened intently as he opened the door to their room then stopped suddenly, his face turning red.

"Noir? What's wrong? Why are you-" Luka asked then looked at where he was looking. A shirtless Sable was sitting atop their leader, kissing her.

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