Blake Belladonna; Ninja of Love. Chapter 2

“I’ve killed hundreds of men, and I’ve slept with hundreds of men. But I’ve only ever killed one man while I was together with him. An experience like that... it changes you. You aren’t the same ninja you were before. This is one secret I had to take to my grave.”

Page 24, The hidden secret last will and testament of Akana Tyabunu,

 Ninjas of Love 7: Secrets or Ninjas, the Final Clash

 

 

“Oh god! Oh no! Oh shit! Oh fuck!” Blake thought to herself. Though she was making the effort to appear calm and composed on the outside, as she was still in the room with her team, Blake was sure that this situation definitely warranted an internal freak-out, and followed through as such. While Blake didn’t consider any of her reading tastes to be shameful, not everyone was as enlightened by their own intelligence as she was; and many fail to understand the deeper meaning behind the stories. They didn’t understand that any lewd segments were just framing devices for character development.

Blake had long since learnt her lesson about trying to explain this to others; too many times before had she calmly and rationally attempted to teach people the errors of their ways and prove the superiority of her tastes, but in the face of her logic and culture they would have no rebuttal but to immaturely call her names like “Creep”, “Pervert” or “Rape Apologist”. Blake had long since given up on that fighting that battle; if other people insisted on being deaf to reason, so be it. It was much simpler to just not bring up her interest and even hide it whenever possible. But all that covert would go to waste if her secret was discovered, and with that book in Jaune’s possession it was only a matter of time.

This was not good, not good at all. Blake had finally calmed down enough to know she HAD to get that book back... somehow. It’d be easy enough to get into JNPR’s room but to reclaim the book without anyone noticing was a different matter altogether; It’s not like Jaune had a social life outside of his team so banking on him leaving the room wasn’t a safe bet. Blake just couldn’t do this on her own, but who could help her? She couldn’t get anyone’s help without revealing her secret anyway, it was hopeless. At least the others were leaving for dinner, so she could have a panic attack in peace. Blake looked over to the door to watch Ruby, Weiss and Yang leave now she could- wait a moment...

“YANG!” Blake blurted out with a sudden realization as Yang was on her way out

“Er, what?” Yang asked from the doorway, rather perturbed by this outburst.

“Oh, uh. I just wanted to ask Yang about something. Don’t worry; you two can go on ahead, we’ll just be a minute.” Ruby and Weiss shrugged and headed off while Yang leaned against the threshold with her hand on her hips.

“So what’s the matter Blake? Finally want to come have dinner with us instead of spending the nights alone with your books?”

“No it’s not that, I- I actually need your help with something” That earned another one of those “Knowing looks” from Yang, this would not be fun.

“Well sure I’ll help you out. But do you really need me, I though cats could lick their own genitals?

“It’s kind of a personal issue and I- WHA! WAIT what was that!” Blake had more complaints but was rendered speechless by her emotions and imagination. When her romantic literature was on the line this wasn’t what she wanted to here. As she hid behind a blush red enough to make Ruby jealous; Yang’s attempt at a straight face, doomed from the start, collapsed as she cracked up laughing.

“Oh god Blake, I was just kidding around. You don’t need to choke on you words just yet. See look I’m being serious right now, max focus right here, 100% reliable. Hit me with your issues.” Yang’s claims of focus were not supported by her inability to stop laughing, but this was Yang so it’s probably the best she can do. And it’s not like there was anyone else who could help here.

“Look Yang, I kind of need your help with something really important to me. You know those... uh- those books I read... you know, here in the dorm”

“Blake, all you ever do is sit in here and read books. You may need to be more specific”

“Well it’s about my, well my... It has something to do with m-my...” Blake paused, searching for a word. God, it’s hard enough holding a conversation with someone as it is. “you know, my romantic novellas”

“OH! You mean that smut you’re always trying to hide from-“

“Romantic novellas!”

“Look Blake, I’m never going to judge you for reading smut. It’s totally-“

“ROMANTIC NOVELLAS!” Blake yelled, her voice louder and more shrill than intended. The memory of a hundred tantrums previous suddenly coming to mind. At least Yang had picked up on the body language.

“...Okay then, sorry. What’s the problem with your romantic novels. Not steamy enough?”

“No, It’s a more pressing issue.” Blake explained, holding back a retort. There’d be no winning if she started an argument. “I’ve managed to uh, misplace one.”

“The case of the missing sm- I mean romance novel, eh? And you need my help to pick up the trail?”

“I know WHERE it is, I mean I think I do; getting it will be the problem. Remember when Jaune was over here tonight?”

“No”

“Well he- Wait ‘No?’ It was when Weiss and Ruby were arguing.”

“Once again, you may need to be more specific”

“Ugh, whatever. It happened, he was here. He needed to borrow some textbooks For Professor Jubilee’s assignment and-“

“Wait, we have an assignment?”

“Could you just-! Look it really doesn’t matter right now and-“

“Yeah, his classes are boring anyway.”

“The assignment doesn’t matter Yang! Look, I lent him the books he needed, but it turns out I may have accidently also given him one of my adult fictions as well.” Oh wow, no silly comeback. It seems Yang’s actually taken this seriously. A long pause takes place as Yang weigh’s the disastrous implications of this-

“PFAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU SLIPPED HIM A FUCKFIC! THAT CAN’T EVEN HAPPEN CAN IT? THIS CAN’T BE REAL!” Yang’s mirth took priority over her ability to stand as she fell to the ground laughing. Practically suffocating at Blake’s expense. It took a coughing fit about a minute later to stop Yang’s laughter, barely able to breathe afterwards.

“Serves you right, I shouldn’t have expected much coming to you for help.”

“No, no don’t be like that. I’m here for you girl, I feel your pain.” She managed to say, wiping the tears out of her eyes and holding back any stray giggles. Well at least she was certainly feeling some kind of pain after that. “So I have to ask, why you come to me with this? I mean yeah, I’m amazing and stuff. But you’ve never seemed the type to utilize my tremendous skill. Why can’t you go all ‘Lone Ranger’ on this business?”

“Well I can’t just take the book back, I have to do it without him noticing it was even taken in the first place. I can’t have him knowing it was even there. I hate to admit it, but I think I’ll need some backup for this; and you’re the only one I can tell because I figured you... well you already knew about my reading habits.”

“Yeah I can’t believe Rubes and Schneeflake haven’t noticed that yet, you suck at subtlety. Maybe if they stopped glaring at each other for one second...” Yang trailed off, she can’t even focus when she’s changing the subject. This will not end well. “All the same, of course I help a teammate out. Especially since there’s no way this won’t be hilarious. So what’s the plan, Chief? Safe-cracking? Arson? False-flag Operations? Espionage? Arson? Cyber-reconnaissance? Arson?” Yang’s excitement at the prospect of stealing from a friend was a tad disconcerting, but points for enthusiasm.

“Could you please just take this seriously? As a matter of fact I do have a plan in mind, and no, no arson.” Yang’s gleeful expression didn’t falter one bit, she was loving this.

This was going to suck.