Confessions (ch1)

2-DAY EARLY RELASE FOR ALL MY PATRONS!!

What do you know? Another old rp I'm turning into a fic, because it was just fun and simple and good writing (considering it was done years ago when my partner and I were less experienced). I hardly remember much of it though, so as I'm editing and re-reading I will be as surprised as you are about whatever events happen, probably.

Not as extensive or epic as Renegades, but my Blake for this was the same person who was Blake in that story! So expect great things!

As usual for my Monochrome rps-turned-fics, Blake's parts will begin bolded and Weiss' will be underlined. It's set back in the good old volume 1-2 days.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.

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													Confessions

													 Chapter 1.

Weiss sat in her bed, leaning back against the headboard as she read through the pages of the textbook in her lap. Normally, she would only have the lamp light of the bedside table to read by, but not tonight.

It was Beacon's semester break of sorts, and students had an entire week off. Consequently, Ruby and Yang had returned home to visit their father, though Blake's parents were away on business at the moment, and returning to her father wasn't exactly Weiss' ideal way of spending her free time.

But now, with the sisters on temporary leave, the two remaining girls could keep the room's main light on for long as they pleased so they could read and not be begged to turn it off. They could also sleep with a bit less fear of being crushed by the beds above them, since the occupants were now absent.

It was odd to have the room be so quiet, but Weiss quickly adjusted. Though she was worried about a few things now that she was completely alone with Blake.

She stole a glance to where the Faunus girl sat also reading, but the heiress had to quickly return her gaze to her textbook. She was still at war with herself about many things regarding her teammate, and didn't want to make things awkward now that they were alone.

So instead, she mindlessly read over the same page of her textbook several times without digesting the words at all.

A good start.

. . .

For once in her life, Blake wasn't quite sure how to handle the silence.

In all their tenacity, Ruby and Yang had become a welcome buffer of sorts between herself and Weiss, one she didn't realize she missed until they were out and gone.

That didn't mean, though, that her and Weiss' relationship hadn't improved since that night on the docks. On the contrary, actually. Weiss proved to be a fast learner, if not a bit haughty, but she was trying, and to Blake that was all that mattered.

It was the little things. The corrections, the veiled eagerness to learn - to make things better - was worth more than an apology could ever hope to be, and if Blake had to guess, that's probably how it all started. How that feeling in her gut grew more than it had any right to.

She was being stupid, that much seemed certain, and so she dealt with it. A simple confession penned into a letter that had been her bookmark for the better part of weeks (and she had no intention of sharing if she could help it)…

A letter which she had apparently misplaced.

Blake leafed through her book for what felt like the hundredth time, an exhausted sigh slipping from her lips when her search turned up fruitless once again. Her options from here were slim, but she had to try.

So she pulled herself up from her bed, squishing her feet back into her school shoes. The library. She must have dropped it in the library and if she hurried, she could make it in time before they closed.

"Weiss," she began, voice strained around the lump in her throat. "There's -uh- something I need to check out at the library. I'll only be a minute." She didn't bother to wait for a response and she was out of the dorm in five seconds flat.

The corridors were empty and silent, but she hardly noticed them as she sprinted down the halls towards the library.

I think I like you.

Who knew five words would cause her so much trouble.

"Huh? Oh, all right."

Weiss was taken aback by Blake's sudden announcement as she slipped into her shoes and hastily made for the door. Weiss wanted to call after her to ask what was amiss, but by the time her brain could register the thoughts into words, the Faunus girl was already gone.

She had run out still in her sleepwear, and Weiss was a bit unnerved; it wasn't like Blake to be so frantic as to run out dressed in something like that, private attire meant only for the comfort of her room and teammates. She'd expect something like that from Ruby or Yang, but not Blake.

Weiss stared after her as the door closed, leaving her alone. She sighed, not sure if this was to her benefit so she could calm down more, or if she should be concerned.

Closing her textbook, she slipped from beneath her blankets and got out of bed, un-ruffling her nightgown as she got to her feet.

"What's got her all in a tizzy?" she mumbled. "Running out on me like that…" She couldn't help but feel guilty, whatever this was about. Seeing Blake - arguably the most level-headed member of the team - upset made Weiss' stomach flip.

Grumbling, she was about to go prepare herself a cup of coffee from the maker on the other side of the room when something caught her eye.

Crouching down, she reached a hand under Blake's bed to where a small white corner of paper had been peeking out.

"What's this?"

Her fingers brushed over the piece of paper and drew it into view.

. . .

Closed. She should have known. The school staff was running on half power, of course the library would be closed early.

At the very least it meant no one saw her walk of shame back to the dorm room dressed in her sleepwear.

Blake tried not to think about it, but it was hard to ignore the tightness that had become of her throat. What could she say? What was there to say besides what she had pushed off all those weeks ago? It wasn't even possible as far as she was concerned. It would only make things uncomfortable between them, especially when they'd only just started to patch things back together.

She didn't want to do that to Weiss. They were friends and that was more then enough right now.

Blake steadied herself when she got back to the dorm, letting out a slow, shaky exhale as her hand reached for the doorknob, her mind already constructing excuses to bypass the questions that would inevitably pop up: closed, tired, a little bit stressed, and she just kind of felt like sleeping - for the rest of the week if possible.

It was the perfect plan, and when she opened the door, setting her thoughts in order, she intended to do just that.

But when she saw Weiss with a small slip of paper in her hands, Blake's heart leapt high into her throat.

Five words, and she had trouble thinking.

Five words, and she couldn't bring herself to say they were lies.

. . .

I think I like you.

When Weiss turned the paper over, that was what it said.

Initially, she was a bit startled and her heart skipped once. Her mind was misbehaving, letting herself think those words were intended for her eyes.

But the heiress shook her head; surely that wasn't the case. She was getting ahead of herself, letting her emotions get the better of her. Shoulders slumping, she sighed, feeling foolish for getting a bit excited about such a thing.

She got to her feet, and not a minute later, the door opened and Blake stepped in again. Good. Now Weiss could be disillusioned.

As soon as Blake saw her with the paper in her hand, the Faunus girl's face went pale, paler than its usual tone. It confirmed Weiss' fears, that she must have discovered Blake's secret.

"Did you do what you needed to? Also, is this yours?" she wondered, holding the paper out to her teammate. "If so, I bet it was meant for Yang, right? Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me. I won't breathe a word to her."

. . .

"I-" She stuttered, but the words she wanted to say never followed, lost somewhere between her teeth, and she swallowed. She told herself it was just Weiss, taking the piece of paper from her hands, but that only seemed to make this whole situation worse.

"The library was closed."

Yang, Blake thought. It would be easy to pin this whole thing on her - say yes and never speak a word of this to anyone ever again. Yang would never know, and Blake knew without a shadow of a doubt Weiss would keep her 'secret.'

But there was something about the look on Weiss' face that had Blake scrambling to think of an excuse. One that didn't include her partner.

"And this-"

A breath.

"-it's not for Yang." She looked to the floor, anything to hide the rising blush creeping into her cheeks, and slipped out of her shoes. "It's just something stupid. No one was suppose to actually read it."

Especially you.

. . .

"Oh?" Weiss blinked and raised an eyebrow as Blake took the paper from her and denied her assumption as to who the message was intended for. With the way Blake was behaving now, Weiss was certain she was denying something in her heart, much like the heiress herself was presently doing.

"Well then, pardon me for prying. But if it's not for Yang then… Ruby?" She could see it, the two of them being the book-lovers they were. Ruby's hyperactivity was a perfect contrast to Blake's more solemn, quiet demeanor. They'd make a precious couple.

Weiss couldn't keep her curiosity down, and her eagerness to know answers was causing her to overlook what was plainly in front of her.

. . .

Blake's eyes shot up, locking with Weiss'.

"R-Ruby?"

That was definitely not how this was suppose to go, and her ears twitched underneath her bow. She didn't know what to say, mouth going slightly slack as she stared at the honest curiosity painted across Weiss' face.

Denying this would leave Blake with nothing left to hide behind, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for this, hadn't been able to prepare, and her heart pounded against her chest. The blush deepened and she ducked her head, her mouth going dry.

"R-Ruby and I, we're - we're just-"

C'mon, Blake, spit it out already!

. . .

Weiss watched her and finally realized how difficult this was for Blake, how unfair she was being in asking her to reveal her secret. The way Blake had stuttered their leader's name… it was clear she was trying to deny it.

The heiress shook her head to clear it.

"N-Never mind! I'm sorry. I won't tell her, all right? And I won't tell Yang. You know how she can get sometimes when it comes to her sister." She smiled, but for whatever reason, it was a bit harder to keep it on her lips than she thought it should've been. "But, for what it's worth, I think you and Ruby would make an adorable pair. She's a good kid, and you're both responsible. Just be certain to look out for the both of you."

She was ready to let the topic drop with just that, sitting back down on the edge of her bed, plans to make coffee thwarted now by the unpleasant churning in her stomach. Why was she so upset over this revelation? It's not like she-

-liked Blake.

Weiss felt a slight pang in her chest and quickly turned her face away, letting her gaze wander into the cottony glow provided by the lamp, not sure if she could look at Blake right now.

. . .

The moment Weiss turned around to head back to bed, it felt like her chance slipped away. Weiss' words seemed to hang in the air, and the longer Blake waited, feet rooted to floorboards, the harder it was to reject them.

Her hands curled at her sides, the small piece of paper that had started it all crumpling in her grasp. After everything, it felt like being thrown back to square one, and she wanted to kick herself for letting things get this way.

Was she really that much of a coward? Had she become such a weak-hearted person that running away was always her first instinctive thought? It was maddening. She was sick of this distance, this self-built wall she'd constructed in order to protect herself from the disappointment of losing people she cared for.

Adam had been hard enough - she couldn't go through that again - but she wanted - she wanted to be close to them, open up and be close to them - to Ruby, to Yang… to Weiss.

"Ruby and I are friends," Blake stated, surprised at the firm tone her voice had taken, and she forced herself to continue before the courage left her. "I don't… see her like that." A steadying breath, and the silence stretched taut. "I think I like you, Weiss."

Her heart was deafening in her ears, but at the very least she wouldn't have to listen to the rejection. A Faunus and the Schnee heiress? It was wrong on so many levels, but if their friendship could survive this - if Weiss could still look at her after this - then maybe they could pull this off.

Maybe, and right now, that seemed like enough.

. . .

She was feeling more dejected by the second somehow, and the soft comforters of her bed were beginning to feel more and more tempting beneath her, the lazy light of the lamp causing her vision to blur slightly. Blake denied that her affections were toward Ruby, and Weiss felt a bit surprised; she would have sworn their leader was the one Blake had meant to read that message.

Perhaps it was intended for someone on another team? Beacon was full of outstanding students, after all, probably a lot more Faunus that Blake would feel comfortable with.

Weiss bit her lip at the thoughts, wanting now more than ever to curl up and sleep until-

-until Blake spoke again.

Weiss' eyes went wide and her shoulders stiffened. Slowly, as though she might frighten Blake away if she moved too quickly, Weiss turned back to face her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as a helpless smile plastered onto her lips.

"E… Excuse me? I… don't think I heard you correctly. I must be getting tired. We should get to sleep. J-Just because we're on recess doesn't mean we can shirk our health…" She started to rant aimlessly, not sure if she wanted to change the topic and forget about it or-

-or if she…

…wanted to hear Blake say those words again…

. . .

She needed to move, to do something, but she felt frozen even in spite of the flush of her cheeks. It was like she was burning and Weiss' rambling only made it worse.

Repeat it? There was no way…

Her tongue felt like lead in her mouth, and her mind was more scrambled than the eggs they'd had for breakfast, but before she could stop herself the words slipped out.

"I like you," Blake said, interrupting Weiss, and for a moment it felt like her heart lifted, but not a second later the embarrassment came hurtling back. She was positively red, she just knew it. "I mean - I-I know it's impossible and I, in no way, expect you to - to reciprocate. I just don't want you to misunderstand."

Blake smiled, a tiny curl to her lips that she hoped was as sincere as it felt, before hastily making her way to her bed. The covers looked like heaven and Blake wanted nothing more than to crawl underneath them and hide.

It would all smooth over. It had to. Blake didn't want to think about the consequences if it didn't.

. . .

A small, started sound slipped past Weiss' lips as Blake said it again, almost as though she'd been struck by something. She was hearing things, there was no way Blake-

"H-Hold on a moment!" Weiss got up from her bed and stopped Blake on her way to hers, grasping her wrist and the sleeve of her yukata. She could feel the other girl trembling slightly, her pulse flitting quickly beneath Weiss' fingertips. The heiress was frozen, feet rooted to the carpet as she fumbled for literate words to speak.

She swallowed hard, trying to fight off the dizziness she was feeling.

"There…" Her voice was soft, subdued, and she continued in an ambiguous tone. "There… there was no 'I think' that time," she murmured.

She could see the girl's bow twitching uncomfortably atop her Faunus ears, and Weiss knew she should let her go, that such action was inappropriate at such a time, but-

-she needed to know.

"What… kind of like is this exactly?" Her voice was calm now, a request, not a command. Curious, not demanding.

She needed to know.

. . .

Blake's eyes were drawn to the hand around her wrist. It was cold, but she wouldn't call it uncomfortable.

'What kind?' Blake couldn't help but laugh, an embarrassed little chuckle that probably sounded just as awkward as it felt, but her heart slowed, gaze lifting to Weiss' face. They couldn't be any more awkward if they tried.

"...Isn't it obvious?" Blake smiled then, an actual honest to goodness smile, and tilted her head to the side, ears flicking subconsciously. "Or are you trying to make this difficult for me on purpose?"

. . .

Blake's smile then made Weiss' heart skip a beat, and the twitch of her bow caused the heiress to let go of her hand. Blake's helpless laugh, her words… there was no mistake, then.

Without so much as a breath, Weiss turned and crouched down to the floor, reaching beneath her bed and drawing out a suitcase of hers. With shaking hands, she dragged it onto the bed and opened it in a fluster. She'd previously used it for luggage, but now it contained piles of paper, all folded into neat sections.

"To be honest… I've been writing these for a while now. But I never got the chance to give any to you."

They all contained similar messages written in the heiress' pristine, flowing calligraphy, all words of a similar nature:

I'm sorry
I didn't mean what I said
I wasn't thinking at the time
I was careless
I'm sorry I hurt you
I hope you can forgive me

She didn't know why she was suddenly revealing all of this. But Blake had said something major, and Weiss felt it was only fair to let her secret be known as well.

She flashed a glance to Blake, silently inviting her over to her bed. "

I… I can't give an answer to your feelings… unless you know mine first."

. . .

Blake followed without question, taking a seat next to the open suitcase, and plucked a letter from its contents. She unfolded it carefully, looking to Weiss just to make sure, before returning her eyes to the sprawling script on the page.

It took a moment for the words to sink in as she scanned over them once, twice, and then a third time for good measure.

She'd never expected a 'sorry' from Weiss. Blake always figured it would be left unsaid, and the thought never bothered her. That was who Weiss was, but this - she never expected this, and she felt a little blindsided, but the warmth that spread through her chest made it all worth it. Her smile widened, her thumb trailing subconsciously over the page.

"Are you apologizing?"

It was a tease, and she probably shouldn't have, but she was tired and so ready to be done with it all.

. . .

Weiss watched stiffly as Blake plucked through the papers, reading them over and over again with calculating eyes. This was a pretty big deal for the heiress, and Weiss felt her cheeks growing warmer.

"I know I said some horrible things to you. About your people. They were lies, but they were everything I ever knew, and so I believed them. I never even questioned it, never thought of trying to see that there might be a bigger picture in the truth of it all…"

It felt easier to talk now for some reason with Blake beside her, and her letters revealed. So Weiss spoke the words in her own voice.

"I'm sorry, Blake."

There was no way the Faunus girl could ever like the Schnee heiress in that manner. It would cause too many problems for Blake. Weiss couldn't allow that.

But that didn't necessarily mean she didn't want it.

. . .

Blake slouched, leaning into Weiss.

"It's not your fault. The White Fang-" She exhaled, gathering her thoughts. "-they're not exactly the picture of perfection either. When I finally realized what they had become, I was scared. When you live with monsters for so long, you kind of wonder if you've become one too, you know?"

She went silent for a moment, eyes focused on the paper in her hands, Weiss' presence an odd mix of cool and comforting.

"But you changed - made an effort to change, and there's no way I can begin to describe what that means to me, Weiss. I forgave you a long time ago."

Her hand curled gently around the paper, conscious of its weight in her grasp. There were so many things she wanted to say, things that really held no weight or rhyme, but this right now - this quiet understanding - was more than she could ever have hoped for, and she wanted it to last. Wanted to try and make it last, for however long that turned out to be.

"I like you, Weiss," she repeated, and despite the blush that spread across her cheeks, Blake found the more she said those words, the less she wanted to stop.

. . .

Weiss was quiet as she felt Blake lean into her, and she'd never heard more truth in anyone else's words before: When you live with monsters for so long, you kind of wonder if you've become one too.

Weiss felt she understood all too well, though the monsters she and Blake had lived with weren't in the forms of beasts like the fairytales always made them out to be.

She jolted slightly when Blake forgave her - no - confirmed she had forgiven her a long time ago.

And then she repeated those words. Weiss had thought she'd wanted to hear them again but-

No. Don't- Don't say it again-

She felt a warm wetness on her cheeks and looked up at Blake, biting her bottom lip with quivering teeth.

"Blake, don't… don't say that… what am I supposed to say? I meant to keep it to myself, but now I… you leave me no choice but to confess…"

Weiss closed the suitcase and slid it back onto the floor before giving her full attention back to her teammate who leaned quietly against her. Weiss sought out her eyes like the flames of candles and blinked away a tear.

"I like you too, Blake," she sighed. "There. Now I've gone and done it. I'd promised myself I wouldn't do it…" Unable to hold Blake's gaze any longer, she looked up to the ceiling, trying to keep the tears down, trying to grasp onto some false form of strength to keep herself from breaking down completely.

. . .

A quiet hum spread through her almost instantaneously, a smile finding its place on her lips as Blake gently nudged closer to Weiss.

"Usually you're the one making me cry," she said, a playful lilt to her tone as she reached up to wipe away a few tears that had escaped. "Can't say I like this change. Crying doesn't suit you."

It did strange things to her nerves to see Weiss like that. The usual stoicism battered away leaving only the raw human underneath, and in the quietness of the room, the sadness only appeared to echo.

But Blake shrugged it off. They had come this far; why not try a little farther?

"I'm willing to give this a shot if you are," Blake muttered a few moments later, her playful tease slipping away for something a little softer. She butted her forehead lightly against Weiss', an encouraging curl to her lips as she waited patiently for Weiss to gather herself together.

. . .

Weiss sucked in another sharp breath. She… made Blake cry?

The comment made her feel wretched until the other girl shifted closer to her. How could she still want to be so close to Weiss, after everything she'd done to her?

The heiress couldn't remember the last time she'd been brought to tears, especially for someone else's sake, but she was certain it wasn't because of anything like this.

Give this a shot? So Blake really wanted to-

No. There was too much. Weiss' father would never approve of her seeing anyone but some wealthy suitor, some son of a business partner. If it was ever revealed Blake was an ex-member of the White Fang…

Weiss shuddered when she thought of what would become of her; if her father didn't apprehend her, surely the terrorist group themselves would come hunting for Blake, and Weiss couldn't-

She stopped her thoughts before they could get too out of hand. She could worry about all of that later. Because right now, Blake was waiting patiently for an answer. Her forehead pressed to Weiss' and her fingers brushed over her cheeks softly.

Weiss leaned into her touch with a sigh. She could feel Blake's breath on her lips and opted to breathe the same puff of air.

"There's… so much that could go wrong, but…" Her eyes were clear and honest now. "I… I want to, Blake. I want to be with you. More than just teammates or friends. I've wanted this for a while now. Longer than I'd care to admit..."

She just couldn't believe Blake felt the same way.

. . .

There was no doubt in Blake's mind that there was a lot to consider, not just for her, but for Weiss, too. Cutting ties with a burgeoning terrorist group was one thing, but cutting ties with family - that was an entirely different problem. One Blake would never want to force on Weiss no matter the circumstances.

But the moment she heard Weiss' words - she wanted to try, even in spite of everything, Weiss wanted this - Blake couldn't help the full blown smile that spread across her face. She felt weightless, warm, and the honesty in Weiss' eyes only helped darken the blush already dusted across her cheeks.

She was happy, so irrevocably happy that it was a wonder Blake had at one point considered this an impossibility.

Of course she had thought it was impossible. She had never even thought to try.

"Then we'll give it a shot," she said softly. "We'll deal with the problems as we go."

And there would be problems - there was no doubt about that. But for now, that was farthest thing from her mind.

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A/N: Okay so this scene will continue in chapter 2, because it was just way too long to put all in one chapter. Gosh it's so strange re-reading something set back in volume 1 days! The RWBY world was so different then...