Silver Belladonna (Jaune Arc x oc)

11 - "Answer the question!"

I take a deep breathe almost trying to talk myself out of what I'm about to do, but regardless I step onto the ship to be met by the man who made this possible
"General" I acknowledge
"Miss Belladonna" I start following him down a corridor until we reach an interrogation room "I don't know what you expect to get out of this Silver" he shakes his head
"If he'll speak to anyone it'll be me" I respond confidently
"If your sure, I will be outside the door the entire time should you need anything." I nod gratefully "I'll go and get him"

I sit down trying to calm my breathing as the door opens and I look up to see my ex, better known as Crimson, standing with the General in handcuffs. Crimson looks up and a look of mild surprise flickers in his eyes
"What a lovely surprise my sweetheart" he sits opposite me as Ironwood gives me one last look to almost ask if I'm sure about being left alone with him, I nod in return and he leaves the room "not that this isn't lovely or anything but what are you doing here?" He asks placing his cuffed hands on the table, I gulp feeling intimidated "afraid my sweetheart?" He asks
No he can't manipulate me I can't let him win
"Of course I am, you have killed, you've stolen, you've manipulated, of course I'm afraid of you! especially given our history" my stare hardens
"Hmmmm your stronger, hotter i must say" he raises his eyebrows teasing me, trying to get under my skin like he does.
"No you may not" I snap "how long has Torchwick been working for the White Fang?" I ask and he tilts his head and his eyebrows crease
"Your interrogating me, you?" He laughs
"Answer the question!" I snarl losing my temper as I look at his stupid yet very hot face, shut it conscience.
"Your not cut out for this" he leans forward and tries to take my hand and I quickly stand
"I already hate you, do not give me more of a reason to take it out on you now!" He snorts
"I hear you stole an airship" he changes the subject
"Borrowed!" He laughs
"There's my little devil" he eyes me challenging me
"How long has Torchwick been working for the White Fang?" I repeat
"A while" he answers nonchalantly sitting back in his seat
"Who else is working with him apart from the White Fang?" I ask trying to get a bit of information about that woman on the communication floor on the night of the dance
"Hmm what makes you think there is anyone else?"
"The fact that your asking that just proves there are more" I conclude "who is she?"
"None of your business" he snarls
"So there is a she?" I tilt my head waiting for the look of recognition at the mess up, his smile drops, there it is "who         is        she?" He shrugs "Is there anyone else?" I ask and he shrugs "got nothing to say?" I ask

"You have no idea what's coming my sweetheart, but don't worry I won't let anyone hurt you" my heart flutters at the sentimental comment, one he would always use to make me feel safe when we were together "you can pretend you hate me all you like but there will always be a part of you that loves me" he leans over the table towards me and I can't help myself as I also lean in. Our lips come together for a second but almost immediately I pull away and my heart starts pounding and I quickly leave opening the door to be met with the General who can obviously tell somethings wrong as I'm shaking.

"What did he say?" He asks
"Nothing of any importance" I stutter as I leave the ship and head to my dorm which is thankfully empty. I collapse on my bed and cry like the emotional child that I am.

I don't know what time it is when I wake up but I just stay laying down looking at the ceiling.

Knock

Knock

I groan at the disruption
"Come in" Blake quickly enters and sits on my bed with me
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to see Crimson?" She asks
"Who told you?" I ask feeling sorry for myself
"General Ironwood, he said you said he said nothing of importance but something seemed to have thrown you off" I don't have the energy to yell or get frustrated so I spill everything "you kissed?" She asks looking unnerved "Do you still love him?" She asks
"Yes, no, I don't know, seeing him threw everything up into the air. I felt weak." I cry out as I myself surprisingly initiate a hug, needing the comfort
"Your a lot of things but weak isn't one of them." She pauses "you went to see your ex a lot of people don't have that sort of strength to do that especially when there ex is a psycho who hurts people for fun" I let out a sad laugh
"You should have told me you were going, I would have gone with you" she tells me "if you ever want to do that again please tell me" she suggests
"So you can stop me?" I question eyeing her
"That or I'll go with you" we both laugh and continue to chill in my dorm.