Short Blake oneshot. I actually think I like writing her more than Jaune. Or at least, the exageratted Worst Girl version of her that me and a few other authors have memed her into.
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Blake stretched her arms above her head and smiled. Today was a good day. Classes had ended, she'd gotten a good book to sink into, and the White Fang hadn't made a peep ever since Torchwick and his psychotic little assistant got arrested. Adam was still out there, of course, but she put that out of her mind right now. She still hoped he'd come to the same conclusion she did one day.
All in all, things were going well.
Blake opened the door to their shared dorm room and stopped at the odd sight that greeted her. Ruby, Yang, and Weiss sat side-by-side on chairs she'd never seen before with serious expressions on their faces. It wasn't rare to see that look on Weiss but for Ruby and especially Yang? She could count the number of times she'd ever seen them look so dour on one hand.
Across from them, and in between her and the threesome, was an empty chair. For some reason, she felt a sense of dread looking at it.
"Blake. Please take a seat." Ruby gestured to the empty chair.
"Uh...what's going on?"
"Please take a seat, Blake. Don't make this any harder than it has to be," Weiss said, her stoic expression faltering for just a moment.
"I dunno..." She took a step back-
"Grab her!" Yang shouted. Ruby surged forward with her Semblance and tackled her to the ground. Blake shrieked at the sudden attack, and it only got worse when Yang and Weiss joined her, each of them grabbing one leg and pulling her inside. Blake clawed at the floor and watched helplessly as Ruby slammed the door shut and locked it, keeping her from escaping whatever the hell this was.
She was just about to activate her Semblance to fight for her life when Yang propped her up and placed her on the chair, "Stay," she said like she was talking to an unruly pet. She didn't get the chance to point out how offensive and degrading that was before Ruby locked the door, the click sounding like a death knell to the confused Faunus. Was this the part where they revealed it was all a trap?
Blake braced herself for an attack that never came. Instead, her friends(?) sat back down and adopted the same stoic expressions as before like they hadn't just assaulted her.
"Blake, you know we love you, right?" Yang started.
"Uh..." Blake blinked.
"And you know that we only want what's best for you?" Ruby said next.
"Uh..." Blake blinked again.
"You also understand that everything we're going to say comes from a place of love and concern," Weiss said last. She almost laughed at the fact that Weiss, of all people, was saying something like that, "So believe me when I say that this is all because we trust and cherish you as a dear friend and we can't stand the idea of you continuing down the path you're on."
"...What the hell are you talking about?" Blake asked, finally finding the words to express just how insane the whole thing was.
Weiss sighed and turned to Ruby and Yang, "She doesn't understand."
"Of course I don't! None of you are making any sense!" Blake threw her hands up.
"Oh gosh, and now she's deflecting! It's worse than we thought!" Ruby gasped.
"I'm not deflecting! Just..." Blake took a deep breath and resisted the urge to just leave them to their insanity, "Look...just explain with proper words what the hell this is all about."
"Alright, just...brace yourself." Yang leaned forward, brows furrowed as she looked Blake in the eyes, "We need to talk about your running away problem."
...
"What?" Blake asked flatly.
"Your running away problem," Yang repeated.
"I don't have a...'running away' problem!" Blake growled.
"And she's in denial. This is not a good start." Weiss shook her head.
"This wasn't a good start because you three tackled me!" Blake shot back.
"We had to make sure you wouldn't run away!" Ruby said, "We saw you take a step back."
"Because you were all being weird!"
"Alright, alright, this isn't getting us anywhere," Yang cut in, acting as the voice of reason for the first time since Blake had known her, "Alright, so let's get one thing straight. You think you don't have a running away problem."
"I don't think it, I know I don't have one." Blake crossed her arms.
Yang sighed, looking for all the world like she had to tell someone that they had cancer, "Alright, we prepared for this." The other two nodded in their insane solidarity and stood up with Weiss making her way to the right half of the room while Ruby closed the windows, dimming the lights for anyone who didn't have innate night vision, "What we're gonna show you is gonna hurt, but it's for your own good."
"Just...get on with it." Blake pinched the bridge of her nose.
Weiss pulled out a remote from...somewhere and clicked it. A powerpoint screen suddenly appeared on the wall above her bookcase. Blake looked around to try and find where the hell it came from before Yang grabbed her shoulders, "Uh-uh, no looking for escape routes. You need to see this."
"I'm not looking for escape routes!" She shrugged off Yang's hands and looked to the screen with a scowl, "Alright, fine, what is this?"
"This is our proof," Weiss said. Another click and the screen changed to show a picture of her at the age of twelve, her mouth curled up in an open smile to show off the two front teeth she'd lost in a fight.
"Where did you get that photo?!"
"We talked to your mom and dad about your problem and they helped us out," Yang replied nonchalantly, "They showed us a bunch of other pictures too. Never seen a baby nom on a giant tuna before."
"You went to my parents?!"
"Please stop changing the subject," Weiss said, brushing past the gross violation of privacy, "This, Blake, is merely example one. You at age twelve, young and passionate with a fervent belief in the White Fang. So much so that you ran away from home in order to keep fighting with them."
"That was a mistake. I know that now." Blake squirmed in her seat. The fact that Weiss was the one saying it only made her feel more guilty. While they'd put their animosities aside, it didn't change her past.
"I know, but this isn't about that. It's the fact that this is the beginning of what will be a long-lasting trend." And now she suddenly didn't feel bad. Funny, "Because this is the last time you'll continue this habit of yours."
Another click and another picture. This one was an aerial shot of her and Adam after she separated their train cars.
"How did you get that?!"
"That's not important-'
"Yes, it is! There was no one near either of us at that moment! We checked."
"Blake, I know you want to run from this, but I'm not letting you distract me." Weiss pursed her lips. Blake didn't know whether she wanted to scream or throttle Weiss against the wall. Maybe both, "It doesn't matter where the picture came from. What matters is that it's proof of your problem. You ran away to the White Fang, and then years later you ran away from them."
"Don't tell me you think I was wrong to do that."
"I'm not casting judgment in this circumstance, only pointing out the continuing trend."
"It didn't stop there, though," Ruby cut in, taking the remote from Weiss and swapping places with her, "A few weeks into our first semester, you and Weiss got into a big argument. We're not here to talk about who was right and wrong, but we all know how that ended up." This time the picture was of her back as she ran aw- tactically retreated. The picture also focused a lot on her butt. She was gonna strangle whoever took these shots.
"Can you blame me? I just outed myself as a former terrorist to the heiress of the SDC. I thought she'd have me arrested, and that was the best case scenario."
"You still ran away," Ruby said, no trace of sympathy to be found, "And then when we found you, you and Sun were fighting Torchwick and the White Fang down by the docks. Do you have any idea how much trouble we were in?"
"What are you talking about? None of us got in trouble." Probably for the same reason Yang got away trashing a nightclub and how they got away with leading Torchwick down a crowded highway: the headmaster just didn't give a shit.
"As far as you know," Ruby said ominously. Blake didn't get the chance to ask what the hell that meant before she continued, "Yang, can you finish us off?"
"Alright." Yang solemnly took the remote from Ruby and looked down at Blake, "This is what convinced us that you needed an intervention, Blake."
The next picture was...horrific. Multiple shots of Beacon in ruins, the once-proud building reduced to burning rubble. And at the center of it all was Yang, unconcious and wounded with her right arm cut off above the shoulders. It was a scene that would make most people pause.
Or at least it would have if she didn't know for a fact that it didn't happen.
"...Should I even bother asking where this came from?" Blake asked tiredly.
"Not important." Of course, it wasn't. Blake sighed, "What matters is what came after. Beacon was destroyed with a lot of help from your crazy ex, and you just...ran off. No goodbye, no letter, nothing. You have any idea what it feels like to wake up with your arm gone and your partner, the person you're supposed to trust to have your back, just ran away without so much as a 'see you later'? Cause I'll tell you, it wasn't great."
"You're right, I have no idea what that's like. And you know what? Neither do you!" Blake shouted, "Did you all take mushrooms while I wasn't looking?! Beacon isn't destroyed! We're sitting in our dorm room right now! And oh yeah, I can see that you have both arms, Yang!" But if she wanted to get rid of one, Blake was more than happy to oblige.
"As far as you know," Ruby said ominously again.
"Okay, what the hell do you mean by that?!"
"That's not important-"
"Yes, it is! It's very important!"
"What is important is that we need to deal with your running away problem," Ruby continued, ignoring her very reasonable outburst, "We need to be able to trust each other and it's hard to do that when you run off at the drop of a hat."
"I planned out a twelve-step program," Weiss said, "We'll be tackling your reasons for running away and do our best to ensure that it won't happen again in the future."
"And I'll be there for every step." Yang grinned, "We're partners, and even if you did ditch me for months, I'm committed to making this work." Yang gave a thumbs up. A thumbs up with the right arm that she supposedly lost.
Blake looked at each of them in turn, all of them looking back at her with hopeful smiles. Crazy. They were all crazy, she thought. And it wasn't just that they were talking about things that clearly didn't happen. It was the fact that they kept insisting that she had some kind of problem. Yes, she ran off a couple of times, but she had justifiable reasons. No one could fault her for what she did and for them to treat it as a mark against her was-
"Blake, what are you doing?" Yang asked worriedly.
Blake opened her mouth to bite back with a scathing remark when she realized that she wasn't sitting on the chair. Instead, she was close to the suddenly open window with one foot already on the windowsill and a bug-out bag on her shoulders. How did...she didn't even realize she'd done it, but now that she focused, she could definitely recall doing it. It was as if it was second nature to her.
Judging by the looks on their faces, the other three had just noticed too and they looked ready to pounce on her again. Blake let instinct guide her and she hopped up to the windowsill in full, "Ninja vanish!" She tossed a smoke bomb into the room and jumped out the window.
This proved nothing, she thought as she pulled out the fake passport she'd prepared months in advance.
She didn't have a problem, she thought as she hijacked the nearest bullhead and flew it out of Beacon.
They were all just being crazy and paranoid, she thought as she crashed the bullhead and destroyed the black box, ensuring no one would ever find her.
Really, a running away problem? So dumb.
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