Patterns [RWBY X DEMON SLAYER]

Sacrifice

"It's been almost a year and you've given me nothing!" Bell slammed his fist into Ozpin's desk, shaking everything on it. "When the hell are you going to start taking this serious? How long does Qrow have to wait?!"

Ozpin said nothing, choosing instead to rearrange the displaced items on his desk. "You give me something or I'm walking out of here right now." the boy stepped away and crossed his arms. "You have to believe I am giving this my utmost attention. Things like this take tim-"

"GRAH!" a kick sent his desk flying across the room, Ozpin stepped out of the way. A finger was raised at Ozpin "It's only excuses with you! Tell me, are you any closer to finding Qrow than you were a year ago?" Bell asked.

He rubbed his temple in frustration "I can't let you and Qrow's sister meet. I'm afraid it would end in bloodshed." Ozpin moved to grab the large piece of furniture as he talked.

"Her and I aren't on good terms Bell. I know where she is, but there's nothing I can do if she just chooses to ignore me." the desk slammed into the floor, now turned upright.

"Then I'll just make her listen." a glare shot across the room like a bullet. Ozpin released an exasperated sigh "That is precisely why you can't meet. If either of you die there would've been no reason for any of this."

Items were picked up off the floor by the headmaster underneath Bell's burning gaze. "Where is she?" Ozpin could practically feel the room's temperature rise with Bell's demand.

"Now is not the time to confront her. Give me a little more time, by the time you get a team I'll have something for you. But until then, be patient." the white-haired immortal locked eyes with the fuming boy.

He watched his teeth clearly clench before he responded "Fine." with that said Bell stormed out of Ozpin's office. Boots stomped against the ground followed by the thunderous slam of a door.

"He's such a handful. But I can't blame him, he's been waiting for a long time."

Ozpin fished a scroll out of his pocket and made a call. They picked up on the second ring. "Any progress?" he asked. He listened to the response with baited breath.

"I have already paid half upfront, if anything unfortunate were to happen I can assure your safety."

...

"Get it done, then call me back. You've waited far too long."

...

"Goodbye."

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Blake was nervous. Not about the mission, but Adam.

Adam had taken her on a mission, an attack against Atlas, oppressors of Faunus. Her and about a dozen White Fang members boarded this train, all carrying brown duffle bags.

Her gaze shifted to the people sitting next to them, a woman and a little boy. The boy swung his legs as he stared out the window. She then glanced at Adam.

His expression was that of a brick wall, he had been staring into space the entire time they were on the train, and it shook Blake to her core.

She knew how he's been changing over the years, less forgiving, more bitter. He crossed a line when he started executing humans.