Death: FINALLY AN UPDATE! XD I feel you guys! Since it is summer, the next chapter will up up soon! This chapter is just a little fan service before some more plot action! ;)

It was late-o'clock at Beacon Academy, with the dorm showers put to thorough use and with all lights expired, team CFVY had also made an effort to tuck in for the night. Each member had unpacked only their bare essentials that sat perched on their nightstands, a comb from Velvet, a half empty tea mug from Yatsuhashi, an MP3 player from Fox, and her signature sunglasses plus standard make-up set from Coco.

"I think its best if I tuck in for the night, if that's alright with you guys?" Velvet yawned, stretching her arms well above her head before she sighed and slumped atop her bed. Her chocolate ears drooped over her eyes as she wavered in a fatigued seat above the edge of her bed with a bleary, half-lidded gaze.

"Yup, sleep sounds incredibly good right about now. After all, we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Better get some shut-eye." Coco approved, however the brunette made no move to shift from her position atop the bed. Their leader remained nearly motionless at the edge of the mattress, her feet rigidly still above the mixed carpeted floor while her arms propped her gleaning chest from behind her to support her lean. Although murky in the dim light, the crook of her left elbow could be interpreted as a subtle favoring of her left shoulder.

"Hah…" Velvet sighed in relief, collapsing onto the soft sanctuary of the dorm bed, forsaking her covers entirely as she hit the deck snoring in nothing but fluffy, baby blue polka dotted pajamas. Yatsuhashi smiled, quietly tiptoeing across to the faunis's bedside before gently draping the blankets over his teammate as she continued to snore ever so peacefully beneath the covers.

"Aren't you going to tuck in for the night too, Coco?" Yatsuhashi questioned, looking up from across Velvet's bedside.

"Nah, I'm fine." She dismissed. "Just making sure that Fox finds his way back to us is all." Although possessing his suspicions, Coco gave him no real reason to worry and seemed rather content just perching widely atop her bed next to the dim lamp beside her. So, Yatsuhashi had no choice but to simply nod and retreat back to his own bed existing at the far side of the room next to the faunus. The bard dozed off in mere minutes.

And so, there Coco remained in her dark chocolate, long-sleeved nightgown alone atop her bed. As soon as she was assured by her comrades' soft snores, she shifted, leaning over to the small bottom drawer underneath her nightstand. She did well to conceal her crying wounds, but after the shower, their demands grew too incessant to ignore. They stung, with every subtle breeze of air and slight brush of her fabric until she would twitch at the pain it brought her. In her reach, she managed to pluck a large, palm-sized bandage, alcohol, and healing ointment. Setting them beside her thigh on her right.

"U-Ugh…" She winced as she attempted to cleanse her wound with the disinfectant, her right hand clumsily dabbing the soaked cotton ball atop the surface of the wound after she slipped the wing of nightgown off her shoulder. It was painful, and with the wound so close to her throat it was proving difficult to pinpoint its location thoroughly. There were mirrors in the bathroom, but turning on the lights would no doubt cause irritate some bleary eyes in the room and awaken her teammates.

"Do you… Need some help?" Fox offered, his frame poised under the upper frame of the door. His abrupt entrance spooked the leader, whom jolted at his voice before whipping her head to acknowledge her teammate.

"Whoa, you sure are sneaky," She chuckled, feigning the injury that was of his inquiry.

"I can help you if you'll allow me."

"It's fine, I've got it covered." But Fox was persistent. With the unconscious wave of her hand, Fox was able to detect the wind from her finger tips and softly grasped the articles adrift in midair before they could return to her side. Coco blinked, not at the contact, but rather the boldness that her partner displayed, enough to refuse her assurance. With her grip stunned and loosened, it allowed Fox to pluck the The cotton balls from her clutch. The leader relented, an exasperated sigh was expelled through her lips as her partner took the spot on the bed neighboring her wound.

"It's the upper shoulder close to the bottom of the throat." She aided. Fox heeded her minuscule clue to pinpoint the location, his right hand edged slowly to the bridge of her shoulder, brushing across the beam of her clavicle before the alcohol cotton swab made contact with her wound. The slight twitch of her skin confirmed the location of her wound.

Fox, for the longest time, didn't need eyes to see. Before such a device was clipped onto his ear, his aura was relied upon for short distance navigation. By projecting his energy outwards into the world, he was able to communicate through the extensions of his body and all company close by that not many peers his age fully grasped. And at this moment, it was almost as if he could feel his old specialty resurface without the intervention of the auditory reliant which often cancelled his concentration. And even through cotton, Coco's aura became tangible to him.

Although with her energy muffled by the white fibers, Fox began to paint her appearance in his mind. An outline of gold and brown shades framed her fit and sturdy physique. Her energy was one that he would say belonged to a leader, strong, stoic, and unyielding. It was an aura that matured without the need to be offensive in combat or of use in detection, and spoke of no past feats or capabilities, but whispered of shelved potential. It was strong yet subtle, prideful yet reserved and only lit aglow when prompt. It was always there, constantly watching over, like a friendly shadow that did neither help nor harm to its wielder. It was a constant, steady pulse with a humble, dim glow that seemed to contrast her rather flamboyant, flashy outfits and ego that she sauntered on the exterior stage of her presence. But Fox was a person who saw beings from the inside out, in trade for his sight, his perception grew sharp and without any exterior accessories or interference, he saw people for whom they really were.

"You… Have a good aura around you," Fox murmured, finishing dabbing the wound with bloodied cotton.

"Really?" Coco blinked, a passive question that was absent of mutable jumps in vocals to express interest, so Fox was inclined to remain quite until she spoke once more. "Tell me about it,"

This time, it was Fox's turn to blink. His fingertips fumbling across the bed sheets to retrieve the salve. Uncapping the small ointment provided a pause of relief before he braved answering her request.

"You have, the energy of a leader around you. You are steady, reliable, and humble person. You rely on your confidence and determination to win your battles and… you enjoy a good sense of humor from time to time." His last remark was awarded with a hearty chuckle from the female as he lightly dipped his fingers in the salve. Memorizing the route to her wound, he began to apply the soothing paste to her gash in the midst of their discussion.

"Well, you might be right about the last one, but I'm not sure about the others." Taken aback by her comment, Fox paused in his ministrations, his fingertips halting their application for only a moment enough to make notice, the drift of his eyes from the general direction of the wound to the traces of her voice.

"Why?"

"I've… Just been told I don't look like the type." There was a long pause in their discussion. It then occurred to Fox that although he knew Coco's true nature, he didn't even knew what she looked like. Of course, while Fox couldn't expect her to allow him willingly to grope her face for details or request to plaster his body against hers in an awkward, violating hug, he did want to know how others saw her. How she was received by others who glanced her way.

"Coco… What do you look like?" He inquired, resuming the application of the salve to her shoulder. A few more brushstrokes from his articles concluded his tending, reclining to fish for a palm-sized bandage he knew had to by lying around for a wound of that size. He could almost feel the impish smirk that etched across her face when he returned to her energy with the bandage gently clutched between his fingers.

"It's just like you said, I look like a strong, confident leader that uses confidence and determination to win battles." She answered flawlessly.

A part of him was appalled that she still wanted to appear as a mystery to him despite their partnership, but the other part seemed to approve of her description and respected her resolve. Peeling the protection off the bandage, he located the volume of her wound by brushing the grove edges of the slash before committing to the placement of the covering.

"Done…" With the bandage applied, Fox recline back from her shoulder, assuming a default posture, but her aura didn't seemed to radiate a 'leave now' sort of vibe, so he opted to stay the course.

"Thanks, you did a good job." She approved with a grin. Even the mood of her thrill appeared to be infectious, as Fox found himself too etching the ever so slight curve of his lips into his visage. "So you do smile, huh?"

"… Yes," Rather flustered by her observation, he pivoted his head away from her gaze.

"Haha! Well, I think it's time for us to clock in for the night. We'll need all our energy for the big day tomorrow." She suggested. Both heeded her advice, tucking into and under the covers of each their own bed that night as Coco did the honors of flicking off the light.

"… Goodnight, Coco." He murmured, the chaste whispered of his lips hoping to go unheard. But alas, it seemed that their leader was also keen of hearing.

"Hmhm, Goodnight Foxy~"