Capítulo 103: 5
Chapter 5 – The nightmare before Jaunedice
It had already been a week or so since initiation, and as predicted – adapting to a new school like Beacon had proven quite the challenge. Her new team were friendly enough, even if they were a little strange at times. There seemed to be some small friction between Ruby and the Schnee, and to her ever-watchful gaze it looked to be over who deserved the position of leadership.
In Blake's experience those who deserved leadership didn't waste time trying to demand it, they simply proved it – or took it. The fact that the Heiress felt the need to try and weaken Ruby's position just proved her lack of suitability for such a role.
Also, there was no way she was going to follow the orders of a Schnee.
She idly wondered if she should say something along those lines. Offer defence to her beleaguered leader…
Ultimately however, she just watched on. Content to let things play out and see where they led. Yang would obviously side with Ruby, since they were sisters. And Blake was happy to side against the Schnee – so there was no risk as far as she was concerned.
Maybe they'd all get lucky and the bitch would be removed from the team.
"You're turning the pages too quickly!" The figure poised over her shoulder complained, making her sigh as she turned back a page in her beloved novel.
More like you're the one reading too slowly…
She waited for another long minute, until he gave the signal that she could move on. Reading with someone over your shoulder was a task and a half too. She was so used to hiding what she read that it felt strange – and also incredibly awkward, to have someone else reading alongside her. Worse still that it was hard to concentrate on what was on the page when she felt so watched.
"Ooh yeah, Nami-chan wow!"
Not to mention the little things he would say too. How was she supposed to calmly pretend this was an innocent book to her teammates, when she kept wanting to flinch as he moaned, or made some other sound of enjoyment?
It was too awkward.
Still, it was better than the alternative – which was to let him loose on everyone else in the room. While he'd kept his promise not to peek on her in the shower, it seemed that he had literally taken that to mean only when she was in the shower. And only her as well. He spent every other minute trying to see what he could of her teammates and her.
And the worst part was he was getting way more of a show than she really liked.
She blamed Yang for that. Really the girl had no sense of modesty whatsoever. So Blake had been relegated to playing cock-block, doing whatever she could to make sure he couldn't reach the bathroom, or going into the bathroom herself when her teammates started changing in their room.
As for herself? She'd learned to change beneath the covers of her bed, and only when he was firmly in sight. Thankfully death didn't seem to have given him any ability to see in perfect darkness or some such, for even that one time he had tried to sneak below the covers – by floating up through the bottom of her bed – he had complained that it was too dark to see anything.
It wasn't until a day or two later that she had found something else to distract him with, as embarrassing as that had been.
"Hurry up Blake, come on – she's about to go down on him!" He giggled like a little schoolgirl, rubbing his ghostly hands together as he leaned in closer to her. Despite that there actually wasn't any cold air or chill – or other signs of ghostly activity – she still shivered.
So while she was still no closer to understanding why he seemed able to feel lust or other emotions without hormones, she had figured out what he was so hard to deal with at times.
He was bored.
It wasn't something she had really ever thought of, but then she'd never thought of life after death either. But with Jaune unable to actually interact with any physical objects, she was literally his only source of entertainment and engagement. So when he'd realised he could read books if she was turning the pages for him?
Well, he had certainly been enthused.
And when he had learned just what kind of books she read… ugh, she didn't want to even remember the expression on his face.
She wasn't perverted herself – she just enjoyed the rich story… that was her story and she was sticking to it. There was no way she was anything like this guy.
...
No way.
Still, once she realised he was lacking any form of mental stimulation she had started allowing him to read alongside her, despite how uncomfortable it was. Whenever she was reading he seemed happy to focus all of his attention on the book – allowing her teammates to change in peace.
Was it mental stimulation perhaps that he was seeking? It was rare for them to even get the opportunity to talk, since she couldn't so in front of the others. Often it was a case of slipping off at lunch to find an abandoned corner to talk in, or locking herself in the bathroom. So far she thought she had done pretty well, the others hadn't seemed to realise anything was up - even if Yang seemed to have this strange idea that she had a boyfriend. Really, did she read that much into her making a single call on her scroll?
It still wasn't a happy arrangement between the two of them. She didn't enjoy having the ghost of a dead person following her around, and though he never really said it – she doubted he was too thrilled with the situation either.
But she'd come to… not accept him per se, but to learn to live with his presence.
Kind of like one might a rash.
"You still reading that crap?" Yang sighed from across the room, where the blonde was languidly sprawled out in her chair, arms draped down the back.
"Take that back! This is art!"
"I realise you're bored Yang, but is that any reason to force me to suffer the same?" Blake smirked, taking pleasure in another person understanding the value of Ninjas of Love – even if they were technically not a person. Sort of. Was a dead person still a person?
"It's every reason – entertain me peon," the blonde said waving one hand as though giving orders to a serf. Blake closed her book with a soft sigh, knowing from experience that when Yang was in one of those moods, that reading would be next to impossible.
"Might I suggest mud wrestling?" Jaune floated between the two of them, even as Blake narrowed her eyes. She shifted her eyes to the left twice, to which the ghostly figure sighed dramatically and moved out the way. That was another small development between them, tortured as it was. He was becoming more adapt at reading her little gestures towards him, small things she could do to get a message across without having to say anything.
Such as him knowing to shut up when she narrowed her eyes, or stop trying to peek up her skirt in class, when she kicked her leg at him.
Nowadays she sat as though her knees were fused together.
"What do you want to do?" The disguised faunus asked, as she strolled to the bookshelf and put her treasure away. "We've got lessons in less than thirty minutes, so I really don't want to spar." Not when it would take them fifteen minutes to fight, and then another twenty for Blake to drag herself to the showers.
Hadn't that been an eye-opening experience… She'd assumed with her background in the Fang that her combat skills would be miles ahead of what the others here had. At the very least her experience in real-life combat situations should have been better… it had been a blow to her pride to have her own partner so thoroughly prove otherwise.
Again and again…
Yang was a monster.
"Well let's go back to the cafeteria then."
"We've already eaten there," Blake rolled her eyes, "why on Remnant would you want to go back? You can't be hungry again. Also we're supposed to be relaxing since we have that trip tomorrow."
"Hey, these babies don't feed themselves!" The blonde cheered, bouncing up and down so that certain parts of her also bounced.
"She makes a strong argument."
"Fine, fine…" Far be it for her to disagree with both of them. Honestly, she already felt like she had enough blonde in her life with Jaune – without Yang getting involved as well. She just wondered where Weiss and Ruby were...
"Ughh… there he goes again," Jaune frowned from his position sat atop the untouched plate in front of her. Even if she wasn't already full she doubted she would have been able to eat when reaching for the food meant putting her had into his crotch… "He's such a douche."
"Hmm?" Blake hummed as she looked around.
"You say something partner?" Yang asked, only for Blake to shake her head and gesture for the girl to get back to the burgers she was eating. It only took a moment for her to see what Jaune was referring to, as the resident asshole of their year had cornered the rabbit faunus once more.
That bastard… She thought to herself furiously, even as her stomach clenched in a combination of pure rage and guilt.
It would be so easy for her to go over there and stop him. She was confident she could beat him, and Yang was sure to get involved too – and honestly Yang could probably beat all of them. She'd just need to stand up, walk over there, tell him to stop…
And reveal to everyone that she was a faunus too.
And to her shame, she didn't dare do that. Even if it meant abandoning a fellow faunus to racism and cruelty.
"Someone should do something about him…" Jaune sighed, slamming one hand down on – no wait, through – the table. He looked down at his wrist which was transfixed in the wood, before sighing and drawing it out. He always seemed to be doing that, able to sit on and interact with the floor – or whatever he was sat on, but sometimes losing whatever concentration it required and falling through. "And by someone I kinda mean you Blake. Go kick his ass."
It's not that easy…
"Why don't you go do something if you care so much," she hissed, more angry at herself than him. Yang spared her another confused look, before she shrugged and took a long drink of some fizzy grape soda.
"Because I'm a little dead at the moment! Come on, it'll be easy. Just turn to Yang and say `Hey Yang! Let's go start a brawl!` - then it's job done!"
The worst part was that he was probably right, but that said more about her friend's priorities than anything else. Instead Blake reached forward, hand going through his knee as she dragged her plate closer to her, steadfastly refusing to meet anyone's eyes as she picked at her food. It had been going on for days now, first it had started as simple teasing - bad enough given their malice, but the faunus girl had ignored it - or tried to avoid them. Over time however, when no one intervened, it only seemed to get worse. Until now they regularly tugged on her ears, flipped her skirt as she walked by - and otherwise made her life miserable.
Blake could feel Jaune watching her. Not saying anything, but radiating frustrated displeasure.
"Please let go!" The girl cried desperately, the words only serving to make Blake's head dip lower. Just like the people she despised most, she forced herself to ignore the noise – focus on herself… on what was before her.
"What a dick…" Yang said with a snarl.
"Yang, yes - Kill! Savage! Maim!"
"I want to go over there and give him a piece of my mind," the blonde continued as she slammed her glass down on the table so hard some purple liquid sloshed onto her hand.
"Yes… give in to your anger… harness it."
"It's not worth it," Blake said, even as she winced when both of their heads snapped to look at her – both shocked. "I'm not saying I agree with it – of course I don't… but things will only get worse for her if we intervene. And it will happen behind closed doors."
"Feh," Yang sat down heavily, "still pisses me off."
"You're making a mistake here Blake, I've been there – they won't stop just because people ignore them."
Blake didn't respond to either of them, even as she clenched her eyes shut and looked down at the table, pointedly ignoring the taunting laughter coming from a few tables down. Or the increasingly distressed sounds the girl made.
She wasn't sure when she had become so much of a coward.
"Damn it Blake..."
Or why the disappointed look on a dead boy's face bothered her so much.
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