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RWBY Introspection Chapter 2: Blake

A/N Looks like I’m going to keep churning out these fics until NaNoWriMo starts next week. It’s good practice to get me used to writing everyday.

 And without further ado, here’s a closer look at Blake.

Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Rooster Teeth, not me.

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  Crrackkk!

 A loud crash rang through the room, snapping Blake out of her slumber and causing her to bolt up into a crouching position, her hand instinctively reaching for gambol shroud’s handle. Fingers grasping empty air, she jolted in panic, head slamming into the bunk above her. Gasping in pain, she tumbled off her own bed, landing awkwardly on her side.

 The cold floor stunned her for a moment, long enough for a familiar voice to break through her sleep-fogged mind.

 "Ruby you dolt! Look at what you’ve done now.” Weiss scolded, one hand on her hip as she jabbed the other in the direction of the redhead.

 “ I—I didn’t mean too.” Sitting up in the wreckage of what had once been their bunk beds, Ruby fought to untangle herself from her blankets. “I just got really excited about the upcoming tournament and I—“

 “And you completely forgot that your bed was barely staying up as it was. What if I had still been sleeping? Or of it had broken when you tried to climb down? You could’ve gotten yourself hurt!” Weiss stepped forward to pull her partner free from her entrapment, delicate hands brushing debris from her clothing. “Jeez how’d I ever end up with a klutz like you for a partner.” Despite her scathing words, Weiss’ face was one of worry and she refused to let go of the redhead until she had checked her thoroughly for injuries.

 “Heh, looks like somebody finally fell for you ice princess. Though I wish she’d done it without damaging our room the process.” Swiveling her head around, Blake could just make out Yang’s form as the blonde entered the room; skin glistening from her recent shower.

 Moving further into the room, Yang crouched down next to her brunette partner. “Heya sleeping beauty, that was quite a spill you took.” Hand extended, she reached out to rub the tender spot on Blake’s skull.

 Flinching away so quickly that she almost gave herself whiplash, Blake retreated from the gentle touch. Avoiding confused, violet eyes she rolled over and stood up, dodging around Yang to reach her bureau. Quickly grabbing what she needed for her morning routine, the speedster practically fled into the en suite bathroom.

 “Sheesh what got her bow all knotted?” Weiss said; sharp tone blunted by the concerned creasing of her brow.

 “I’m not sure. Yang?” Unsure of what to do, the young leader of team RWBY looked to her sister for guidance.

 Staring blankly at the open palm that had invoked such a negative reaction, Yang slowly clenched it into a fist. “Just let it go, you two. She’ll tell us when she feels like it.”  Yang replied, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, her morose attitude vanished, a mischievous smile taking its place.

 Yang rounded on her younger companions. “Instead we should be worrying about the two of you. Looks like you’re going to have to share a bed from now on.” Smirking, Yang leapt forward to ensnare both girls in a headlock. “Yep no way around it. Hope you like to cuddle Ms. ‘It’s heiress actually’, ‘cause Ruby here’s a real snuggle-bug when she’s sleeping.

 Chuckling at the embarrassed (Ruby) and outraged (Weiss) flailing, Yang tightened her grip, ensuring that they couldn’t get free. With their heads firmly squished against the blonde’s considerable assets, neither girl noticed when Yang’s smile faded once again, an apprehensive violet gaze being directed at the locked bathroom door.

 On the other side of said door, Blake was doing her best to slow her racing heartbeat. That had been close, too close. Another inch and Yang’s hand would’ve come into direct contact with her bow… and the secret she was trying so hard to keep underneath it.

 Reaching up, she gripped one of the loose strands of cloth and pulled, hissing lightly as the action tugged at sore flesh. Slowly unraveling her bow, she moaned softly as the last part of the restraints fell away. Atop her head, where the bow had once been, flicked a pair of black cat ears, their owner reveling in the freedom of allowing them to move naturally.

 Setting her ribbon to one side, Blake began to massage the bruised flesh, cursing herself for banging the sensitive organs like she had. Her reaction had really been foolish; she had been at Beacon for weeks now, so there was no reason for her to have reacted like she was still out in the wilds, constantly on the lookout for any possible threats.

 And she certainly didn’t need Yang and the others on her case about any strange behavior. It was already hard enough to hide her faunas heritage from her roommates, she didn’t need them actively searching for clues about her past.

 Double-checking that the lock was well in place, Blake stripped down and turned on the shower. Stepping into it, she allowed the scalding water to cascade over her head, the heat soothing away the last of the aching

 With the way that Beacon set up the dorms, showers like these were the only times that Blake could unwrap her ears. Hidden away behind a sturdy door and with little fear of her lock use being questioned, she could relax. They never lasted long enough, however, and all too soon Blake found herself back in front on the mirror; deft hands once again winding the ribbon back around damp fur.

 Several times in the past few days Blake had considered just giving in and telling her friends the truth. But every time she tried to confess, a heavy weight had settled in her stomach and she wussed out.

 Sure the members of team RWBY and JNPR seemed okay with the faunas, but a few positive comments wasn’t enough to undo the years worth of hatred and bigotry Blake had had thrust upon her. And it wasn’t like she was one hundred percent certain about their opinions either. After all, she had learned first hand that a few whispered protests against racism weren’t the same as being okay with actually associating with a member of the persecuted.

 So she kept wrapping up her ears and suppressing the urge to let them swivel and turn in response to her surroundings. It was safer, and the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional distress she felt at the thought of her friends staring at her in disgust.

 Giving the bow one last tug to make sure it was secure, Blake pulled on the rest of her uniform and exited the bathroom. Prepared for a bombardment of questions about her earlier behavior, Blake was startled by the scene of chaos the opened door revealed.

 Tucked behind cover on either side of the room, Yang, Ruby and Weiss were engaged in what had to be the fiercest pillow fight that Blake had ever seen. Using her superior strength and speed to her advantage, Yang was rocketing pillows into the other girl’s heads; dominating them as she snatched their paltry throws midflight and used it to bolster her own ammo.

 Surprised by Blake’s sudden appearance behind her, Ruby spun on her heel. Arms already extended to toss her projectile, she didn’t realize her mistake until it was too late.

 All members of the room froze as the pillow soared through the air and whacked Blake directly in the face. Deeply confused herself, it was only because of her sharp reflexes that Blake was able to catch the fluffy décor before it hit the floor.

 Raising her hands up in a defensive position, Ruby backed slowly away from the brunette. “Uh, sorry Blake.”

 On the other side of the room, Yang burst out laughing. “Come on Blake. Help me teach these two why it’s a bad idea to gang up on team Bumblebee.”

 “Yang.” Slanted, golden eyes glared at the boxer, the menace in them causing a shiver to run down the boxer’s spine.

 Quick as lighting, Blake’s arm shot out, sending the pillow into Yang’s face before any of the girls even saw her move. Smirking at her teammates’ astounded looks, she reached for another projectile. “Somehow I think this whole mess is your fault, so excuse me if I don’t rush to your aid.”

 “Oh is that how you wanna play it? Then bring it Belladonna!” Ducking behind the wreckage of Ruby and Weiss’ beds, Yang started up her assault once again.

 “Ha, No way you can beat us now Yang. Come on Weiss, let’s get her!” Weiss ‘hmphed’ at the redhead’s call, but her attitude didn’t stop her from grabbing as many pillows as she could and tossing them to Blake.

 Breaking down in joyous laughter, Blake sent pillow after pillow into Yang’s face, her speed allowing her to completely turn the tables on the blonde troublemaker.

 Yeah, Blake would give anything to protect the moments like this. Moments were she could let go and forget about her past, and pretend like she was just another normal girl. It didn’t matter if she had to deny a huge part of her existence, it was worth it to be able to stand here and laugh with these girls she now called family.

 At least that’s what she told herself.

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  A/N

  And there’s Blake’s. I’m not completely happy with it, as I still have far too many questions about Blake to get too strong a grip on her character, but I still think this chapter helped to show a bit more of her personality.

  I seriously don’t know what I’m going to do if it turns out that Blake is not a faunas. It’s a huge part of how I see her and I think it really adds to the depth of who she is.

  You can draw your own conclusions about whether Yang, Ruby, and Weiss know already know or not. I think they at least know something’s up, but I’m not entirely certain that they know exactly what.

  Questions, comments, or opinions? Send me a message! I like hearing everyone’s views on the characters, it helps me flesh their characters out.

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RWBY Introspection Chapter 1: Mirror, Mirror

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This story will be my attempt to take a further look at the main cast of RWBY. It will contain introspection, headcannons, and a lot of fandom guess-work, but I really want to try and get a grasp on these fantastic characters. Each chapter will focus on a different girl, and they may each get more than one if I get the inspiration.

 So without further ado, here’s a closer look at Weiss and her past.

Spoilers: RWBY Trailers and all episodes

  She sings at night.

Not in the early morning while she takes her shower, decidedly ignoring the raucous of her teammates preparing for class. Neither during their afternoon break, choosing instead to remain silent while her classmates prattle on like imbeciles. Nor does she in the evening, providing instead a vicious glare to anyone who suggests she join in on the fun. 

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