Chapter 4-
{A/N}:Welcome back nerds. I will be posting these chapters once a week till I am done, they are now covering multiple episodes at once. I already have a few more chapters prepared so I can take it easy on writing for a bit.
Yang was now standing just a bit away from her desk, silently staring at Crescent and Weiss, both disgusted as they looked towards the bowl and milk lying at Yang's desk. Yang clenched her fists and unclenched them, her eyes darted between the milk and them.
Not being able to hold back anymore Yang burst, "See!? Blood! In the milk container!" Another wave of silence came between them; Weiss scrunching up her nose, seemingly unable to accept what was right there in front of her. The blonde lowered her hands and broke the silence again, "So she has to go...right?"
Weiss halfheartedly shrugged and forced a smile, "Well maybe it's a bit odd, but-"
"A bit odd? That's where you are going with this? How many people do you know that take type O with their cocoa crunch?" Ruby mocked.
"W-well we still haven't heard her side of the story yet." Weiss broke her eyes away from the cereal, "Maybe it's some protein supplement?"
Ruby rolled her eyes, paying attention to Weiss, ignoring her sister's rants about death threats and health code violations, "You really just gonna pretend this isn't some kind of freak show?"
"We still haven't given her a chance to explain herself. Again, protein supplement, maybe..." Weiss trailed off.
"For some extreme hemoglobin deficiency? Look, Weiss, I know you want to pretend all the weird here is Doctor Seuss, but in my world the alchemy club press gangs test subjects in the caf. As this floor's…" Weiss glared at her, Crescent continued slowly, "Unofficial truth speaker, i'm gonna tell frosh she needs to wise up if she intends to survive."
Yang finally perks back into the conversation at that, "Ah, see, surviving. Yes, I like that plan. And in order to do that, we need to get rid of Blake." She states firmly, her lips pursing back together.
Weiss interjects, "Well it's not that I don't understand, but maybe you should talk to her first before this gets all blown out of proportion." They both look at her, "A lot of problems can be solved through good communication" Weiss states happily, a little to happy because she is hoping to calm them both down, but she knows deep down her plans are in vain.
"A lot of problems can also be solved by hair and blood samples so you know what kind of freak you're dealing with, sis." Crescent pulls out a syringe and grins.
"Oh wow." She notices the syringe and her face gets back to reality at how far this is going, "Oh yeah, that...okay." Yang pushes the syringe and Ruby's hands out of sight, "Rubes I know you're a bio major, but please don't."
"Crescent." Ruby states, slightly agitated.
"Whatever." Yang thinks for a second, "Ok, if you can't help me then maybe I should go to the Dean."
Weiss and Ru- Crescent's faces share a look of distress and they lock eyes for a moment, Weiss speaks up first, "Well, that's really not a good idea."
"Yeah better just handle this yourself." Crescent adds.
"By complaining to the Dean you'd probably just draw attention to yourself and you don't want that." Weiss says with a smile.
"They could stick you with someone much worse and you don't want to end up with some...draco-pyromaniac, you know?" Crescent laughs.
Yang's confusion is clear, "I'm sorry draco-pyro what now? What's that-"
"Besides your roommate will probably be back soon and then Blake will have to move out."
"It's a distinct possibility."
"It's what happened with all the other girls who went missing…" Weiss' fake smile faltered, realizing that she had made a mistake, she especially knew it when Yang's head slowly started rising to meet her eyes.
"I'm sorry, you mean there were others who went missing and no one has said anything about it?" Yang began furiously, "And how did you two even know before me!?"
"Well you have been distracted…" Weiss started, then she realized she needed to close this matter, "And it was nothing unusual...just, you know...a couple of girls wanting to have fun...and then getting carried away." Yang raised an eyebrow at Weiss, finally realizing that the second this had gotten people drinking blood involved, Weiss had done everything to build down her original support slowly and back out of this situation or try to stop her.
"It was completely unusual." Crescent said to Weiss before turning to her sister, "I know you were distracted, but how do you not know about this?" Yang shrugged, "Both of them went missing for two days and then they just show up in a dorm room or a psych room with no memory of what happened to them." Crescent turned back to Weiss, knowingly ready for the retort.
She was right, "It was frosh week...they had too much to drink."
"Yeah because that causes random disappearances."
"Ruby I swear-"
"Crescent."
Weiss held in a very obvious huff, "Really? Fine. Cresce-"
Yang had to stop this, more info was becoming a very big desire of hers and this story was starting to get really interesting, yes she wanted to help Coco, but she couldn't stop her closet thrill-seeking attitude, "Whoa whoa whoa. Okay, I need to talk to these girls, like right now."
"Oh...yeah. You should talk to them, except maybe-" Weiss started.
"Except maybe what?" Yang snapped, her eyes flashing a slight red.
"Um, maybe not right now. They weren't hurt or anything, just a little shaken up and you're a little intense." Weiss lectured.
Yang wasn't having any of it, "Intense?"
Ruby put a hand on Yang's shoulder, "She means they're traumatized and you're on a mission sis."
"But i'll talk to them and see if they feel like meeting you, ok?" Weiss rhetorically asked.
"Yeah...okay. Wait, Weiss, how are you getting all of this information and running all of this?" Yang asked.
Weiss shifted a bit, almost nervously, "I got the title of floor don...for this floor...in every building actually I run this specific floor."
Yang nodded, she didn't know why she asked that question, maybe to break the tension, but she couldn't help to think of those girls and what clues they might give her bringing her closer to finding Coco. Wait...she runs this floor in every building? Why?
A dark aura entered the room redirecting their eyes to a golden eyes girl looking extremely moody.
"You must be Blake." Weiss addressed, shifting nervously again.
Blake sighed and turned to her bed after dropping her bag, "Must I be?" She replied, beginning to remove her shirt and switching it out to another.
Weiss ignored the small comeback, but not without a slight scrunch of the nose, "Well, so nice to have you on the floor. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of you." A brief pause passed, "We'll be off now…and Yang, remember...communication." With that she spun on her heels and made her way out.
Crescent walked towards her sister to give her own advice, but when nothing came to mind she gave her a slight nod and followed after the silver haired girl. Blake had finished changing and was currently unloading her bag; Yang walked to put away the disgusting bowl of cereal and the box, eyeing Blake suspiciously all the way back to her chair. Blake found her own way to the fridge when Yang commented, "You won't find your 'soy milk' in there."
Blake's face drained of what little color it had, "It was a prank."
"You put blood in a milk container as a prank?" Yang argued.
"It was food coloring and...and corn syrup." She countered.
Yang groaned, "Urgh, you're such a freak."
Blake scoffed, "There are worse things to be."
"Sure. How about a, uh, Blakey Cold Sore?" Yang shrugged, "That could be worse."
Stopping Blake looked at Yang who had a devious grin on her face, but it faded when she saw the lack of caring on the raven hair's face. "Ohhh, were you the one spreading those stupid rumors? Nice try." Blake fell back on her bed, "By the way, that scrunched up little face you make when you're angry is hilarious, buttercup."
Yang rolled her eyes, "We'll see how hilarious it will be when I get the Dean of students to kick you out."
A rare laugh and smile escaped from Blake, which Yang was surprised to find...cute? "You whining to the Dean? I'd pay to see that."
"Think I won't?" Yang hissed, pulling out her phone.
"Be my guest." Blake mused.
They were interrupted by a knock at the door, Yang snapped around to get a look. "Sorry. Are we, like, interrupting something?" It was a girl shorter than Yang with short orangish-pink hair and a wide smile to her face, there was another behind her with long straight brown hair looking nervous.
Blake shifted on her side to get a more comfortable position as she read her book, "Really not."
The orange haired one nodded, "Okay cool." She replied, her eyes then widened at Blake, "Hey don't we know each other from an intro class?"
Blake glanced at her, "I doubt it."
"Okay..um i'm Nora and this is Velvet. The floor don said Yang...Yang wanted to talk to us?" Nora explained.
Yang popped up, "Oh, yeah. Yang, that's me. Please sit down."
"Thank you." Said Nora.
"Oh and ignore my roommate, she's a sociopath." Yang commented. She pulled out a pen and a notepad, just in case. "Okay, so there was this thing earlier in the year where you guys disappeared." Nora nodded, while Velvet cautiously played with her hair.
Blake laughed, "Devastating interrogation technique there."
Nora looked at Blake oddly, but then went back to address Yang, "Yeah. It was freaky okay? One second i'm at the swim team's under the sea party. I'm uh, downing Fizzy Dagons. And then the next thing you know, i'm in my dorm room, i'm waking up, all these people are yelling at me, saying i've been missing for two days…"
"And the same thing happened to you, Velvet?" Yang asked.
She shyly nodded, "Yeah, like, I was at a wine and cheese and then I was standing in the middle of a lecture hall a day and a half later. Like, nothing in between."
"Right." Nora said.
Yang shook her head extremely confused, "And you guys don't remember anything!?"
Velvet straightened up, sighing and Nora shook her head, "No."
"I dunno, someone that you saw, something that was...odd?" Yang asked, digging deeper.
"El zilcho." Nora jokingly replied, "Although, Dagons have a ton of sambuca in them right? So…" She said, shrugging it off.
"Well there's the scoop of the century." Blake added.
Yang pursed her lips, "Feel free to stuff it."
"No, nothing from the time I was gone. Nothing I can remember...but, before that there were the dreams." Velvet gushed.
Yang raised an eyebrow, "The dreams?" She questioned.
Velvet shared a look with Nora, "Yeah, like, I kept on having the same dream before. Like, i'm awake in the dark and there's something like a cat or a lizard on the floor by the bed prowling. Sometimes it was this strange figure with dark hair and a white dress standing over me. Then the darkness is in my eyes and throat and I can't...breathe." Blake whistles the twilight zone theme, still reading her book. When they all look at her, she looks up from her book and whistles the X-files theme as if trying to clarify her point.
"What is wrong with you?" Yang exclaims.
"Right now i'm out of soy milk." Blake replies mockingly. Yang mumbles a few choice words then turns back to her notepad.
Velvet and Nora with wide eyes ignore Blake until Velvet shakes her head, almost as if coming from a trance, "Um...um...i'm...i'm sorry. Um...I...I, I used to be...but now...I'm not, like. I, i'm sorry. I can't be here anymore, I have to go. Um...I really hope it passes over you and doesn't touch your face." Velvet runs out of the room Nora turning towards her fleeing friend.
"Velv!? Um, sorry guys. Nat's like PTSD about the creepy dreams," She pauses when she looks at Blake, "but i'm gonna go. I'm gonna go talk her down. Sorry." Yang slowly turns back to her desk, confused expression sprawled across her face.
"If someone is going around kidnapping girls I see why they threw those two back." Blake chatted. Yang scoffed and spun back quickly to let off on Blake, but the golden eyes beat her to it, "Oh i'm sorry did I ruin your big break there, Yangonica Mars?"
"I'm going to kill you!" Yang exclaimed, hair almost flaring.
Yang had to breathe deeply, her eyes following her hair, gaining a red glint slightly behind those lilacs, "That..was a real, actual person, who had something terrifying happened to her and all you can do IS MAKE CRAPPY JOKES!" Once calm, she loosened her grip on the milk carton she had just a moment ago been strangling. "Are you really so damaged you are incapable of caring about anything?" Yang questioned, honestly surprised by the amount of concern in her voice rather than anger.
"And do you think you're really doing anything to help that girl? To help poor Coco?" Blake jeered.
"Well at least i'm actually trying to do something!" Argued Yang.
Blake rolled her eyes, "Oh, are you trying your very best? Because i'm sure if you stay pure of heart and really believe that, that'll make a difference." Blake smiled slightly at her own comment and began to smile wider as Yang began to retort.
"Well its better than lounging around all day pretending to be all cool and disinfected when really you're miserable and alone." Golden eyes narrowed followed by a fleeing smile.
"And you really think you're doing a lick of actual good? Do you know anything you didn't know the day before she vanished? You're a child. And you understand nothing. Not about life. Not about this place. And certainly not what it takes to survive in a world that-" Blake groaned, "You know what? The sooner you stop playing Lois Lane, the better off you'll be."
Yang sighed, she knew she was right, but she just couldn't. "No."
"What?"
"No. I'm not just gonna give up." Yang stated, shaking her head all the while. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I am a child. A nineteen year old who had never left her limits before she got here. Who thought that university was gonna be some big adventure full of books to read and parties to dance at. Who thought that nothing bad could ever actually happen. Well, the world doesn't exactly turn out like I thought it was going to. My university is creepy. And parties are full of numskulls getting hammered and girls going missing and no one seems to care! So, maybe that's just the way it is, but that does not mean I have to accept it. I deserve better. Coco deserves better. Hell," Yang looks back at Blake with partial disgust, "even you deserve better." Yang leaned into her computer, sighing to dissolve the rant that was still in her mind. Blake had been dropping out of the rant after a bit, but had perked up when Yang had mentioned her...no one ever cared about her.
"What are you doing?" Blake pried.
"Putting my journalism project up online so that everyone on the campus can see it. If anyone knows anything about Coco or the missing girls maybe they'll send in the information." Yang nodded to herself, "We can do this together."
Blake leaned up, squinting her eyes to get a better look, "That'll be awfully annoying for the university." She stated casually, slipping into a sly smirk, "And the Dean…"
Yang cast a quick glance, almost nervous, "Then she can come talk to me about it."
"Oh I think she might." Blake replied with glee.
One final key press sound through the room, "There. Its up." Yang slid back, releasing a long needed breath. Alarms in the hallway went off, a flashing blue light followed behind. The sudden alert surprised the two girls, they snapped around with wide eyes, Yang panicking and Blake flipped a page back to her smirk. "What is that!?"
Blake was laughing at this point, "You've done it now!"
"Is that a fire alarm!?" Yang asked.
With that Weiss rushed into the room, boots clacking the ground with each step, "A town hall! They've called a town hall meeting! Remember your training we've got five minutes! Run, run!" Yang rushed out of the room with Weiss, golden hair flowing behind her. Blake steals one of Yang's cookies, taking a bite out of it with a smile as she looks upon the recent post.
She turned to leave, footsteps fading in the distance from the webcam, finally disappearing, before the camera shut off completely.
{A/N}: Okay so i'm pretty sure I lost my ability to write well. I feel like this was really bad, but I think that maybe I did better than I thought. Its just I felt as though I lost the style I had started with a few months ago. Oh well...shoutout btw to those who followed this story after my announcement on Why, Bumblebee? Prepare for the next chapter in a week, but not at the same time.