Chapter 13: Only Thing That Seemed Steady

Blake the Spy

"Professor, I reviewed the financial catalogue like you asked. More students have been added to the recovery fund, but it looks like you're alright," Blake explained looking through her scroll now filled with the scattered budgetary info, most of which was coded and hid in general funding terms. The lien used in this school alone was shocking, yet Ozpin's budget seemed just fine. Blake was no accountant, but she was another pair of eyes looking for inconsistencies. One of the many tasks the older gentlemen put to Blake since she asked to be employed as a student secretary. The old professor seemed to trust inexperienced youth to see what sometimes even professionals glossed over. It was helpful for some extra experience, learning how this school of Hunters and Huntress' worked, and Ozpin had a habit of paying her some lien even if it was supposed to be a completely voluntary assignment. He was certainly a kind person, aware of Blake's situation more than most, yet often silent. Tuition just so happen to disappear for Blake whenever she couldn't pay it, again another thing she pinned on the professor, this all around good guy. It was nice to do something in return for that support. Made the reality of what brought Blake here, however, far more taxing on the soul.

"I expected it. Plenty of youth from the defeated White Fang have a lot of talent, but no opportunities. I'm diverting some money to make sure they might find an opportunity here." That was undercutting it, Blake was more than aware. Even with the White Fang bested, they still operated, despite hemorrhaging members daily. In this same clockwork office of turning gears, scattered records, and scrolls with a lonely pair of desks, the Faunus had seen first-hand what length Ozpin went to for these students.

"You're still spending a lot on it. I'm glad you think the Faunus are worth it. I earnestly think you'll make a difference in their lives." It was wrong to betray Ozpin like this, Blake knew that for a fact, even as she purposely memorized the figures on the scroll to tell Weiss' father. There was one source of comfort. So far Blake knew nothing today other than how strangely balanced a school Beacon was despite the crisis. All information Blake could tell her Schnee boss without harming Ozpin. The bastard could force a spy out of Blake, but who was he to decide what information she would and would not focus on. She knew better than to lie to him, but what questions she asked, and what documents she stole were up to her. Everyone had boring harmless secrets, and Blake planned to find all of Ozpin's instead of the dangerous ones.

"More than their lives. When people see former White Fang turned into paragons of the community, Faunus will know they have better alternatives than violence and humans. That they can be trusted as equals. Opportunity breeds equality more than violence ever could," Ozpin spoke without the slightest taste of disingenuous nature or motive, sipping from his usual coffee mug and typing on his scroll, the blue light from it one of the brighter bits of his clockwork office. "Which is why I'm giving you this." Blake's own scroll lit up with a series of names, numbers, faces, and histories. A million eloquently and painfully written sob stories containing two central and reminiscent themes: Faunus abuse and the White Fang.

"You want me to give this to Professor Thrym?" Blake tried to unseen it in her mind, forget the names, the faces, the stories. Thought about deleting them all and pretending she never received this list, but one screw up could cost her team RWBY, not to mention her own freedom. At least this way Blake controlled the information. She would not sell out her people, the Faunus who come looking for a way out just like her. At least not until she was sure they would be unharmed. Still, the list made Blake frown a sort of sick look. Ozpin seemed to notice this and returned a frown from behind his glasses, perhaps thinking it came from another disappointment.

"No, she hadn't seemed big on the idea. I want you to talk to them, make sure they feel at home. Next, the yearly Beacon Ball is coming again, which was popular last year if I remember correctly. Make sure they join us and if they need some money to do so just have them ask," Ozpin clarified, though it didn't alleviate Blake's churning gut, "I thought you might have a perspective to share with them. You're dismissed for the night. I'm sure you have things to do, Ms. Belladonna. Come by tomorrow if you have some time."

"Understood…" What more could Blake possibly say? In the end she would record the list, the details, and assessments onto her own list of data. Sure, she would do as he said, speak to these students and do her best to connect with them, but it wouldn't be solely out of kindness or any kinship. There would be a stain of motive.

"Professor, actually I was hoping to pay my tuition in part today. I got a little lien on the side recently," Blake mentioned, remembering the endless issue of tuition. People had helped her through this far, but work was beginning to allow more breathing room. Blake was growing more and more independent. Or at least she thought before the cage of ice showed itself to her all over again.

"Your tuition for this year was paid in full recently by the SDC. I figured you must have decided on a loan or gift from Ms. Schnee. Was it a mistake?" Blake would have felt grateful any other day, but this wasn't a gift or a loan. It was a debt. Sinking more and more into the pocket of the king of dust. Ozpin seemed to notice the strange distaste, Blake realizing how see-through her casual smile must have seemed in the moment.

"I… No," Blake had been a spy before, and everyone reacts differently to pressure. She took a breath, cooling herself and redoubling her efforts, inconspicuous and steady. The Faunus was a practiced liar, after all. A life of poverty and ruin was perfect training. "I worked a bit for Weiss' father. I didn't think he would pay it all." Best lies are true, even children knew that. Both for the liar and for the people hearing them. This was work after all. "I have to go, Professor."

"Goodnight, Ms. Belladonna," Ozpin whispered as Blake left the room. He was a good man, a mentor and a teacher worth better than this. Blake knew from that moment exactly what to do. He deserved better from her, they all did. So she was going to find option three. After all, she was a clever cat.

"The rest of the budget from there is being divided into three different divisions: a firm meant to assist retired hunters, a stockpile for next year, and a new program recovering ex-White Fang members into the community and school, so they can rejoin society." Blake listed off the numbers and divisions with an almost animatronic sound. She took no joy in it, but this information was harmless. Anyone with any sense knew the budget of Beacon was astronomic by sane standards. All it took was one evening dinner to prove it. Adding on that, Ozpin and his aids balanced the budget to a near perfect extent, which wasn't doing anything to anyone, besides irritating Weiss' father from the sound of his grumbling.

"Yes. Well, I suppose that is one method. Collaring animals in a school for Hunters seems a bit too much like putting your recently trained wolf in the same pen as the golden goose. Dangerous," he spoke with such cool and cruel indifference. Had a practiced method of saying things that were cringe worthy to even the most unkind of people without the lightest intonation or suggestion. Blake wanted to smack the man, but she wasn't with him. Instead, she was alone in a set off alleyway some distance from the school, rainy clouds over head, and a spring chill cutting through the air. She spoke only to her scroll, no video or contact information displayed. This new program was a straight connection with an unknown line. No way to trace, no way to even operate the scroll whilst in conversation. It was just the Schnee logo displayed, the bright light from it glowing in the dark little brick passageway between buildings in Vale's fancier city district.

"We are not animals," Blake mumbled to the scroll, a mocking chuckle on the other side, the type Blake hated. She couldn't do much about it beside stand back to the cool wall and wait for a response.

"We are all animals, a soul doesn't change that. Whatever you want to believe, believe it so long as you give me the names," Mr. Schnee replied in a distinct mix of disinterest and disdain dancing on his tongue. The other knight claimed that Mr. Schnee enjoyed Blake's competitive nature. Did that imply her employer preferred mocking people he liked? No wonder no one liked him.

"I'll make you a deal," Blake offered with a smile, her time to turn the tables in a clever fashion. Every information hand off was starting to have this stage, the barter moment. Blake had acquired a long list of names lately, but she was not going to hand them off like the total in Ozpin's bank account. If everyone had their price, people's lives were much more expensive to Blake.

"You like deals it seems. How often will we play this game, Ms. Belladonna? When will you learn I always win?" He wasn't wrong. Blake almost always gave up eventually and the terms always in Mr. Schnee's favor, but with every fight Blake gained a bit more, won something that mattered. Earned a bit more freedom for herself and others. The Faunus wasn't just a spy anymore, she was bigger and better than that. She was going to be a hero one day.

"I know, but what you want is their information, not the names. I'll get you what they know, in exchange for pardons. You'll know their names once all their crimes are erased. Everyone gets what they want and no one's hurt." Blake gave her terms solid, unbent, and definitely not ready to give in. The White Fang needed to be stopped, that much Blake agreed, even more so after last year's attacks and alliance with Cinder Fall. However, no redeemed Faunus' life needed to be ruined in the process. Blake wasn't going to betray her team, nor her people. Mr. Schnee chuckled a sarcastic breath that was not boisterous enough to be considered a laugh. There was a pause for a moment before any words were said, this pause either good or extremely bad. Mr. Schnee was a creature of severity after all.

"With one addition. If you find out they spilled Schnee blood, you will tell me, or you'll be considered an accessory to murder by the law. No deal will clean hands of Schnee blood, not while I live. Understood, Faunus?" Faunus. During their short time working together Blake noticed Mr. Schnee tended to use that only in the most absolute moments where there could be no more negotiation, preferring Belladonna when he was more reasonable. Blake hated that, how demeaning it was from his mouth, but the terms were fair.

"Murder... deserves punishment." She just didn't want to be the source of punishment, but Blake tried to think how she felt watching her people be butchered. Anger alone didn't justify murder, if she didn't believe that than why was she even here. "But thievery, sabotage, disruption? They are atoning for that. You believe in fighting grimm, right? You know they are better off here than in prison," Blake added making her last peace with it. Mr. Schnee paused again, considering this truly one last time. Measuring his hate with his sense of duty. 'Come on old man, prove you mean it when you say the Schnee serve the good of humanity!'

"If you lie to me, Ms. Belladonna, I'll never forget." It was if he had just said yes, but with a warning. A warning Blake absolutely believed. If there was one thing the Faunus would never do, is forget any of this.

"Neither will I. I'll talk to them tomorrow, I promise." The scroll died down, light fading from the alleyway, the symbol dissipating as the normal operating system returned. The last words of their hidden transmission coming clear, and despite its polite nature, a fearful chill.

"Goodnight, Ms. Belladonna." The light was gone, and in the shadow Blake closed her eyes to the world, a last bit of stress draining into the ice air. Most people were scared of the dark, but Blake never had a reason to. She could see in it well enough, and even like this, eyes shut to the darkness, she could hear whatever was needed.

Even when she didn't want to.

"So this is it then?" Certain things in this world can jump start a calm heart into panic, the voice of a long departed loved one did so easily, easier than most. She couldn't feel the cold anymore and the dark was no longer the comfort it once was. A million thoughts crossed her mind, a million more memories, and finally a million feelings coloring them all.

"Adam." He stood so… clear there. The dark not hiding him. Hiding wasn't his nature despite what a mask might suggest to some, battle and conflict was the horned Faunus' calling. He looked as Blake remembered, his black suit, red colored hair, the sword she remembered more painfully than anything else at his hip. The only alteration to this walking phantasm from the past was a scar, fresh and red with irritation on his cheek. Blake thought to reach out to him, touch the wound and make it better, but as she stepped towards him, Adam stepped back.

"Don't bother with it. It only looks bad because it's new," the Faunus boy replied in a recoil, his tone a steady one touched by a bit of venom and anger. He kept a hand on that sword, too. A grim reminder of exactly what he must be thinking.

"New scar? Adam, the White Fang is done for! Why are you even doing this anymore?!" Blake tried to plead, forgetting her own transgression for a moment. Adam seemed both touched and angry at the suggestion and concern. He was not immune to kindness, but stubborn, almost stupidly so, as he was hateful.

"The White Fang is not dead, only weakened. We've been quietly building ourselves up and cutting ties with that witch and her crew." Blake knew Adam would never have supported Cinder, his hate at least incorruptible as it was consistent, "The only reason I have this scar was an ambush by the SDC's own security forces. I owe this one to an older looking guy, fine suit with a red snowflake on its back. Sound familiar? Now I know why he knew who I was, and where to find our supplier."

"Adam I—"

"Blake. What is this all really about? I understand why you left, I don't agree, but I understand. It's why I didn't stop you that day, why I never came back to silence you," but, she could almost hear him say it the man was so angry. His blood must have been boiling, for he barely spoke a word. Just stood there, tongue tied in a fury of knots. "Why Blake… I won't believe you just betrayed our people… What have they threatened you with?"

"I have a family here Adam, like the White Fang was," Blake spoke clearly, cutting out as much emotion as she could, though the burning pain was hot in her, like coals of a dark fire, "The thing is, they don't abuse my talents, don't push me to hurt innocent people. My family is here to protect everyone. I'm proud of myself, I'm proud to be who I am for the first time in my life. If we want our people to have a future, this is the way it will happen. The White Fang needs to end." The Faunus revolution was over, the war for respect was fought with words and strong actions for a united community.

"You're proud to be friends with Weiss Schnee." How hateful he said that name, how bitter and smeared with disdain. Blake wondered if Weiss had ever heard it said like that, how much it must have hurt. The Faunus feared perhaps if she herself had ever said it, just like that.

"Yes. She is a good woman, a stubborn woman. She stood up to her father for me. For our people." Not in any big speech, but in the little ways. Letting Blake come with her to the estate and come as an equal, by calling her a teammate. By sitting at the same table. A thousand little protests. She could still be ignorant and racist, but there was good in her. Blake would be proud to consider them sisters now, no matter how much they fought. "Her father is scum, but when Weiss is in control things could change for our people. Damn it Adam, we are so close to ending this feud!"

"This war ends when there is no more Schnee left. Is it the money? You're killing your real family for money, is that right?" Adam didn't scream it, he didn't need to in the least. He said it all in those hateful eyes, in the words alone. To accuse her of taking the money. The dam inside broke, all the pain and loss came out for once. For all her love of him and the former friends in the white masks.

"This has to end, Adam... Please... I beg you, please go away, away somewhere far from the White Fang, from the Schnee. Please, Adam, please stop it!" Blake wasn't angry, but she was screaming. Those legions of emotions freed to put their force onto Adam. "This has to end, it's over. You're going to die if you don't stop. Please, if any part of you still loves me, go away and tell no one. End the fighting! Stop this!" Blake didn't let herself cry, didn't bother justifying herself. This was Adam, this conversation ended long before it started, only becoming darker with every word. He took another step back. This time Blake, eyes burning, wanting so hard to release the pain in tears, did the same, her hand on Gambol Shroud. The alleyway was definitely to his advantage. Gambol's sickle and ribbon whip would get caught, and compared one-to-one Adam's sword was stronger and longer reaching. Adam sensed this, thumb pushing the blade up just a little, a deep glow coming from the sheath that matched that same glow in his hair.

"Blake, you can't beat me here, you know that." A step forward matching Blake's step back into the dark while her eyes glowed an amber light, the only other aside from Adam's bloody aura. Adam might be an unstoppable bull in a one-on-one fight, but Blake had the eyes, eyes that could see where his could not. Could see well enough to make out the motion atop the roofs, the surprise Blake had planned for any of the SDC who might come after her. Simian features made for a surprisingly nimble and soundless movements.

"You can barely take me in a fight, Adam, you can't take both of us." Adam's mouth shaped a who, but the sound from behind him snapped the warrior in him to attention, shifting his entire body around, the grim bone white mask meeting the barrel of a gun. The barrels of Sun Wukong's guns.

"Hey man, how ya doing?" the blonde Faunus said with such a tight smile. Adam bent his body to slash, but before he could finish Gambol Shroud formed up into another gun the bull couldn't afford to ignore. Blake from behind, Sun from ahead; there was no way to avoid them, maybe dodge the shot, but no way to beat them both. Adam was cornered, tense and low, prepared to strike out, primed like a bomb. A bomb Blake wanted to defuse.

"Adam, you cannot win, not like this, you know that. Give up… walk away and just go, go somewhere far from here," Blake struggled as she spoke, though no one could tell from her rock like disposition. She was steady even if the world around her wasn't, even if the storm inside wasn't. The clack of the sword returning to the sheath, its home. Adam for all his stubbornness, was not suicidal.

"Blake Belladonna, if I can give you just one piece of advice. Keep away from Weiss Schnee. I won't protect you anymore. Get away while you can. Good luck." Adam's last words, not even spoke in anger, or even that more emotion, more sullen and tired than anything else. Sun gave a raised eye, but with a nod from Blake he lowered his guns, letting the Faunus man pass onto the street. Almost without a breath, in the time one might just blink, he was gone. Perhaps home or to some alley way, but in just a breath Adam Taurus was lost to Blake for good. At least it felt that way in that dark and harsh night.

"Well, he seems like a jerk," Sun joked, always joked. Blake found it kind of refreshing, or did most any other day. Now it just felt so distinct. His kind nature having no effect on Blake's depressed state. Adam Taurus wasn't an evil man, wasn't even a bad man. The dark haired Faunus knew that so well, which made this infinitely harder. Good people were being wasted on something so senseless, and Blake didn't know how to save them. Had she only the chance. Adam would have made for a far better hero than a villain.

"Sorry, bad time?" Sun whispered, snapping the young woman back to this place, away from regrets and what ifs and onto the Vale alleyway. Almost too easy to forget that Sun was here, that was something to be regretted.

"Sorry, we just we used to be close," Blake tried to explain, not knowing a better word for it. Sun had joined her on these nightly treks into the more empty industrial part of Vale. He didn't ask for any information, never what it was about. He shared something with Yang that Blake loved. A sense that friendship and privacy were not enemies, they were not mutually exclusive. That sometimes things were better left unsaid.

"Like us close, or like Weiss and Ruby close?" Sun asked, making Blake feel like a very ironic idiot. She tried not to be offended, Sun's interest in her not wholly platonic, but it was a good natured and fair question. Didn't want to know who she was speaking to in the dark corners in the midnight hours, but exes for sure he was interested. Sure, she tried not to be angry, didn't mean it worked.

"Okay, not the best time to ask. Just, well, wanted to know more about what you're… you know what I'm not going to get into it. Want me to beat him up?" Sun's joke made Blake smile in spite of herself. No, she did not want anyone beating up Adam Taurus, and no, she was not interested in what Sun hoped she was, though her feelings for Yang were more to blame for that than Sun. Anyone would be lucky to have Sun for sure. Just wasn't going to be Blake, least not unless her feelings for Yang started to dissipate out of nowhere. Yes, that's who she needed right now: Yang. Needed her badly. That stupid, wonderful blonde was the only thing that seemed steady in Blake's life right now, even if the thought of anyone calling Yang "steady" was more likely to be laughed down than anything else.

"Sun, I'm sorry for dragging you around and out here. You're an amazing friend. Honestly, I don't treat you well enough… I can't return your feelings even if you really deserve them, well, no one deserves them per say, but you get what you mean," Blake tried to explain, tried to make him understand. Today was not the day to have this conversation. She needed to leave. This was too much, this was too much too soon. There were supposed to be shouts, Sun might get angry for feeling used, even though he wasn't, but Sun was a good kid who understood things were always more complicated than that. A great friend and Blake could feel that hairy arm around her shoulder.

"Nah, I getcha, don't worry. Blake, you're a way better friend than you think. Haven't tried to get me arrested for stealing yet, pretty friendly of you," Sun laughed, tossing Blake an apple. There was one thing today that worked out at least. Sun's goofy smile as he ate that stolen fruit. How that son of a bitch managed to get this far without an arrest was a factual achievement.

"By the way, you are stopping that. Crimes are crimes. I stop crimes," Blake said with a smile, biting into that stolen apple. The Faunus could pay for it later, if she could find the vender. It was like that the two of them started the cold march off to Blake's little dragon, the light of this bleak time. It was all for RWBY, after all. All to keep this family whole. Blake deserved to enjoy them, didn't she?

"Yang, I look silly," Blake could hear the mumbled voice behind the door. It was Ruby from that high pitched, sweet voice she had. There was some struggle inside and Blake could guess they were in the process of ruining a very expensive dress. This is where she wanted to be.

"Damn it Ruby, stop messing up the flowers!" The door opened and there were the two of them, Ruby in full dress, red rippling with false roses, all Yang's clever handiwork. For a tomboy, she was fashionable as hell, improving their store bought dresses with extra frills and fineries.

"Blake, close the door!" Ruby shouted, a panicked blush on her face matching the red roses that lined her dress. She really did look adorable, if a little young for Blake's taste. Perfect for Weiss, though. The charming little cradle robber, she was would love to see Ruby in her loose silken red as if made from petals. She would likely have a bit more of Yang's make up on then, but Ruby looked gorgeous as she was. Next week's ball was going to be wonderful for those two sweethearts, and anyone who tried to get in their way were going to have to cut through a dance number with Blake and Yang. The Faunus believed fully they, whoever they were, would not survive the attempt.

"No one's looking," Blake said with a smile, sealing the door behind her. The dorm, an unbreakable happy place. Home.

"Weiss can't see, it's a surprise!" Ruby groaned all blushed up, hair parted in such a way that would allow for a flower to fit in and keep puffed up.

"No Heiress anywhere here, I promise. How did you get rid of her?" Blake asked, tossing her goods onto the bed, sliding herself between a post and her mattress, body exhausted, but too nerve wracked for sleep.

"I asked aunty to assign her like three research papers," Ruby answered with an innocent smile.

"You are evil to her, Ruby," Blake spoke in half a chuckle and half scolding.

"They are special extra credit papers! Gives her an opportunity to get ahead and not be so stressed out!" Ruby argued, embarrassed and red, "I am not evil—hey!" Ruby shot back up as her dress came apart from the back, Yang laughing, holding the key string to the back, and tugging on it lightly with a smile.

"Easy access, incase, you know," Yang was near doubling over her own joke, but seeing how Ruby finally looked as dark as her namesake. Completely worth it. "You can tell Weiss thank you," Yang added as the dress began to peel over Ruby's shoulders, which were equally red, as she clinged to the front end pressing it to her chest. The look of horror on her face was even more delightful.

"We are not ready for that please, no, and thank you. Bye now!" A flash of petals and light with a soft breeze of wind that lingered with the scent of flowers. Locked away into the dorm bathroom was sweet Ruby Rose. Unfortunately for her, Yang still had her little string and the usual dress was neatly waiting for her in the contraption that was her bedding. Such a predicament for the poor girl. Blake would see to that their mighty leader have something to wear... in a minute.

Right now the Faunus needed to be alone with her partner. Not to do anything, just look at her, see the smile and know the warmth of the sun was standing with Blake in this room, together. A little fire and its shadow, but sometimes Yang gave more to that. More observant than any gave her credit for she took a few swaying steps to her partner.

"She can be a cutie… you don't think they'll actually use... it?" Yang asked, for the first time in all of the black haired girl's memory, with a look of earnest worry. It made a smile come to Blake's lips, even if her eyes still had the gloss of sadness. People always referred to it as a tired, sad smile, and she was inclined to agree. "Hey Blake, you okay? If you want to talk, I can kind of nod my head at stuff," Yang added sliding down next to her partner, their shoulders pressed together. The golden girl was dressed in her usual nightwear, sitting there nodding back and forth, waiting for Blake to say whatever the young Faunus had to say, even if it was nothing.

"I… Gods Yang... I think I'm in a lot of trouble." The words slipped from the tongue without a thought. They weren't supposed to, but they did. The weight never felt bigger than when it was being lifted just a little, when she let Yang in just a bit. The heavy feeling all around Blake curled up, pulling herself inward.

"Blake, what happened? Who did this? I swear I'll beat 'em up. Who did this?!" Yang's arm around the Faunus felt warmer than the sun, a cloak of welcome fire. Yang was ready, pajamas and all, to go crush the legions of whomever made her partner sad. Such a childlike confidence, though Yang was too worldly to be called childish. Either way it was sweet, a sweetness rich in a dim time.

"You can't beat them up," Blake whispered without a smile. As sweet and as warm as this little corner might be, the fact was this was coming to one sort of end. The life she was leading now could not last forever, enemies of the White Fang and in service of a man who would sooner arrest her. How can anything stay peaceful like that? Still...

"I can beat them up," Yang was smiling sure of it, sure of what could and would never be true. The blonde fighter, as tough as she might be, as much fire as she might breathe, there was no way to burn the past, or protect Weiss and Ruby from themselves. There were just things in life that could not be. Fairy tales aren't real.

"No, Yang, you can't!" Blake didn't mean to shout, but her walls caved in for a moment, the darkness all around her with no light. Blake could feel a tear trace her cheek. No time for that, she wanted to believe, but couldn't stop stop it.

"Screw you, I can beat up who I want." Yang didn't break her smile, didn't shout back, she did, however, pull Blake into her lap, placing her chin right between the Faunus' ears and draping her arms over the body. "Shush how, you're not a cry baby. If I can't we can together. Nobody is as good as the bumblebee partners."

"You're not the brightest," Blake whispered with a smile.

"Psst, yeah right. I'm glimmering gold."

"Yang... would you mind going to the ball with me? I don't want to go by myself," Blake allowed herself a bit of selfishness. A nice treat to an ailing soul, nothing special or weird. They would have likely gone together anyways, but this felt... more decisive even if it would be a platonic date. Still meant Yang would stay single for the dance at least.

"Yeah, sounds like fun. I've got no date, so we'll go," Yang agreed swaying the two of them together in harmonic motion back and forth like a lullaby. It was almost embarrassing, but Blake didn't want to move. It was warm wonderful place to be. "You know what we should do? Since we're going to go together, we should get you a tux, go with the tall, dark and handsome look. Picture the expression on all the guys' faces! Totes will be worth the cost. Seeing that bellabooty in a tux going to leave them questioning their sexualities for days!"

"Bellabooty? Really, don't be a little kid."

"You have the bellabooty, don't even pretend you don't"

"Fine, for you."

"Damn right for me."

**** Oh my goodness I've been so late I'm sorry! Had a physics final and craziness! D: Alrighty so first wanted to say thanks to LazyKatze who edited and helped with this chapter, her editing is so good it makes me smile :D Go read her fic Layers of Ice, it's like the best thing ever!

Next chapter is fun ball stuff 'cus Kuma made some amazing ballroom dance dresses that just made my heart melt and I now need to! Choice is starting today I promise! And I look forward to tonight