Okay readers, in the end, I decided to do Blake's first.
Since--logically--he'd be the one open up first.

And, then he'll have to think of a way to convince Brute to open up (Don't worry, I already have a plan)

Another factor, is that I found--in my opinion--the perfect song for his chap.

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At the valley--with Blake and Brute...

Blake continues to stare at the ravennete, gaping. Brute was leisurely leaning against a tree, arms crossed as a shadow falls over her dark forest-green eyes. Her usual, signature nonchalant expression adorning her features. "W-why are you here?!" The redhead shouts, pointing acussingly at the girl. The ravennete simply blinks. "I could ask you the same thing." She mutters. Blake places his hands on his hip as he narrows his eyes. "I asked you first!" He says matter-of-factly. This causes the taller girl (Blake is shorter than average, while Brute is taller than average) to quirks a brow.

"So?" Brute says, curtly. Blake huffs, mildly irritated. The sisters were really difficult--depending on the person. For example, Brat loves to talk about herself--and does't reslly pay much attention to anyone else. Berserk...well, her name is self-explainatory. Brute, on the other hand, is aloof and distant. She isn't the best conversationalist, nor does she humours anyone (of course, her family, is an exception.). Honestly, you'd have a better chance trying to get Garfield to exercise, than trying to have a proper chat with the 'Cruel Brute'.

But, Blake was never one to turn down a challenge! Taking a calming breath, he gives a tight smile. "Well, I just thought...you'd tell me why you're here?" Blake says, unsure. But, he gazes at the ravennete hopefully. "I, am NOT obliged to tell you anything." Brute ends her reply with a slight hiss. The male flinches at her tone. The green-eyed girl closes her eyes. For a while, there is nothing but silence. Then an idea came to Blake. A brilliant idea; an idea no one else would think of!...literally.
'This is a big risk. But, all I gotta do is word it right. Yeah! Just that! What could possibly go wrong?' Blake thinks, a small excited grin forming on his face.
(Well, hopefully it goes well; and if it doesn't...
let's just pray he could fly quick enough. And may Brute have mercy on him)

Taking a deep breath, he swallows down his nerves. "Hey, Brute!" The male calls out. The ravennete lazily opens one eye in acknowledgement. Blake takes another deep breath. "Did you have a fight with your sisters?" He questions. Brute's eyes shot open, her tall figure flinching. Her eyes dilate as her posture seems to be more stiffer than usual. 'Seems I hit close to--'
Before he could finish his thought, the male was harshly slammed into the tree he was previously abusing.

In a moment to quick for him to realize, Brute had apparently rushed forward--tackling him, kinda. The female's hands were gripping the redhead's colar, his legs dangling mid-air. Brute lips pull back in a vicious snarl, revealing her sharp canines. (And, No! She is NOT a vampire...or, a werewolf) "How the ruddy Hell do you know that?" She practically spits the words. Blake, who was still in a slight daze, shakes his head. "I just guessed..." He explains. The girl growls, the sound not at all human--more like an angry, feral creature. She doesn't believe him.

"Please believe me! I promise! I just guessed!" The male continues. "Please." He pleads softly. The ravennete scans his face to see any hint, even just a tiny bit of dishonesty. She doesn't find anything--except the-honest-to-goodness truth. With a groan and huff, she slowly lowers the male. As his feet gingerly touches the ground, Blake lets out a sigh of relief. But, when he looks up, he notices that Brute's face had turned back to the usual one--nonchalant. "Thanks..." He mumbles, before flopping down. 'Could this day get any worse...?' And exactly at that moment, an apple fell on his head. 'I sta--I mean, sit corrected.'

Brute stares at him intently for a moment, then with no hesitation sits down. She grabs the apple and inspects it. Taking out a pocket knife, she cuts the fruit in two. After keeping her knife, she holds out a piece to Blake. The redhead looks at her dubiously. "If this is your way of apologizing, then it's lame." Brute shrugs in response. Despite saying that, the redhead takes the offered fruit. Taking a bite, he continues. "But, I guess I'll take it." He relents, knowing this is the best he can get. The ravennete simply nods.

As silence falls, Blake takes this moment to look his surrounding. The only sound he could hear was the soft crunching of the tasty fruit. The redhead frowns, shifting his figure. He glances up at Brute. The girl had moved to lean on the tree as well. Her eyes were closed, as serenity washed over her features. Hands at her side. Her head gently swaying, as she hums a melody only she knows the lyrics to. "Hey, Br--" Blake starts, but the ravennete place a finger on her lips. "Quiet. Listen." She orders curtly. The redhead scans her, slightly offended. The girl opens her eyes, gazing at the redhead expectently.

Blake takes a deep breath, calming himself. Slowly, he started to hear the soft, almost imperceptible sounds. The constant crickets, the light russtling of the tree leaves, the soft hum of the breeze. Occasionally, he heard the distant hoot of an owl, the flap of its wings, and the responding prey's quick scuttle in the dewy grass. It was all so different, yet they came together in such an enchanting melody. A beautiful...symphony(?). Blake smiles softly.

"This is...beautiful." Blake says, trying to keep his voice low. Brute doesn't look at him, but nods.
"It's the Song of the Night Forest." The female explains. Blake nods, not knowing exactly how to respond. Nevertheless, Song of the Night Forest...yeah, that sounds right.

"Do you want to talk?" Blake inquires, gently. The ravennete shoots him a mildly annoyed glare. But, Blake stares right back at her, not backing down. The stare-off continues for a moment, and it seems like Brute would shut him out, would distance herself, would cross her arms--a sort of shield. But, to the male's surprise, the girl concedes. She sighs, slumping down and taking her seat besides the other. Blake gazes at her, curious why she didn't object. "I've known you for long enough, to know that you'll just keep pestering me to talk to you if I didn't agree." That was probably the longest sentence she ever said to a Right. Blake chuckles, scratching the back of his neck bashfully.

After a moments of awkward silence, Blake decides to ask her. "What do you talk about?" He stares at her, owlishly. Brute shrugs. Another moment of silence. Then, the male claps his hand. "I know! Le--" He exclaims, before covering his mouth--as the ravennete was shooting him a vicious glare. "Sorry..." He mumbles. Brute's gaze soften. "I was gonna say, 'Let's play 20 questions!'. So...?" He says, looking at her hopefully. Brute groans but nods. "But nothing too personal." She adds. Blake smiles. "Fair enough."
For quite a while, the two exchange questions with each other--Blake started first. The redhead loved to say a bit more than neccessary; the same couldn't be said about the ravennete. She gave the most minimal answers, occasionally adding a tiny little bit more info. Most of what they asked each other were rather silly, insignificant inquiries. And Blake was pleasently surprised when Brute asked him questions like, what is his favourite ice cream flavour.

"Okay, your turn." He says, grinning. This was actually fun but also relaxing. Brute goes quiet for a while. Then she opens her mouth to voice her question. And, when Blake heard it; he froze, his blood turns ice cold, his heart drops at the magnitude of the question.
"Are you from Goodness' Sake Street?" She asks. Blake thanks the heavens and earth, that Brute didn't see the redhead's shocked expression--or maybe she did, but chose to ignore it. Either way, Blake felt the chill run up his spine. Although he wasn't from GoSa Street exactly, the location was awfully close where he did live. 'Too close for comfort...' He thinks, alarmingly.

Swallowing his shock, he then shakes his head frantically. "N-no, I'm not..." He replies. Brute glances at him. "Hmm..." She raises a brow. But then she said something else. "But you live close to Goodness' Sake Street, right?" Blake's eyes widen in alarm. The normally talkative male, felt his mouth go dry. Just when he felt like he was about to panic or something, Brute voices, "Your turn." Blake takes a few calming breaths. Right, no need to get so worked up. She probably just guessed that! Yeah, there's no way she could've know!

But...what if she tells her sister? He's not really worried about Brat; the blonde will probably just dismiss the info. But, Berserk? She'll probably hack into some sites or something, and find out his identity! 'Ugh, sometimes I wish Berserk isn't as admirable as she is.' He thinks. Then, he shakes his head. 'No! Don't think of her! I gotta think of the right question!...did I just pun in my head?' A small smile stretches on his lips. 'Wait, ugh! Focus!' The male slaps his cheeks. Brute glances at the male. He had been awfully quiet, not that the ravennete minds. But, it has gotten a bit concerning. He seems to be in some sort of mental debate, so the girl decides not to bother him.

After thinking of all the possibilities, the male came to a conclusion. 'Okay, I have two options; ask her how she knows? Or, ask her whether she'll tell her sisters?' Both were important of course. But which one should he ask? Considering this was Brute he was going to ask, she wasn't going to give him more than 2 cents. The fact she even answered his questions are a miracle by itself. "Um, okay. Last question." Blake mutters aloud.
"How did you come to the conclusion that I live near GoSa Street? And details if you don't mind." Blake doesn't want to seem self-absorbed; but he must admit, he sounds rather smart.

Brute gazes at him for a moment, then she closes her green eyes, pondering the question. "Your answers gave you away." She answers. "Huh?" Blake says intellegently. "You may think the things I ask you were insignificant and just for fun. They were not. Viletown isn't THAT large." She adds. Blake shoots her a disbelieving look. Keep in mind, Viletown is MUCH, MUCH larger than even most metropolis cities. Do not judge a town, by its name.

"Anyways. You said, you loved hanging out in arcades. You look like a middle-class person. So that rules out Diamond Center, and a few other places. You also said your favourite ice cream flavour was the Pepper Spice Surprise. There are exactly 19 ice cream parlors in Viletown; but, only 5 of them sell that specific flavour. So, I narrowed down your location to either places with those parlors or the ones nearby. Out of the five ice cream joints though, Goodness' Sake Street's parlor--A Scoop of Goodness--is the most famous for it's delicious and unique flavours. So, I assumed you lived there, or nearby." Brute lists all the info off with her fingers, like it was nothing.

"Wow..." Blake marvels, mouth hanging open. She makes it all sound so utterly simple. "Wait, are you actually Berserk in disguise?!" The redhead gasps, half-kidding, half-serious. Brute raises a brow. "I may not be the smartest, but I am not an idiot." She huffs, sounding mildly offended. "But, Berserk did teach me how to do that..." She continues after a pause. The two stare at each other before laughing. Well. Brute technically chuckles softly but still.
As the laughter dies down, a thought crosses the redhead's mind. "Can I ask you another question?" He says, hesitantly. The ravennete nods. "Are you...going to tell your sisters about...it?" He inquires.

Brute stares up into the starry night sky. Closing her eyes, she exhales. "I have an obligation to tell my sisters any vital information regarding you Rights." She explains. Blake looks down, disappointed. "But..." The ravennete opens her green eyes. "Berserk had presumed you would give away your identity. And so, forbade me from sharing any info that I would gather tonight." Blake stares at her, thankful. "Since you asked me one extra question, I'll also ask one extra. An eye for eye, after all." The shorter boy nods. Honestly, this question wasn't any better than the previous question.

"Why are you a trend-chaser?" Blake opens his mouth then closes it. "If you can't answer that, I'll give the other question." Brute says, soothingly. "What is your dream?" She asks. The question was simple and common. Teachers, parents, siblings, even strangers; almost all the mentioned, people have asked about his dream more than once. The redhead givea a tight smile. "I want to be a Hero!" He proclaims. Brute stares at the male for a long moment. "You're not being 100% truthfull." She points out. The boy startles.

His red eyes widen. He gives a dry, humourless laugh. He leans back, looking towards the sky. The dark expanse was beautiful, glittering, shining stars adorned the black sky. "...my real dream is impossible." He says plainly, a bitter smile on his lips. "What's your dream?" Brute continues to question. The ravennete gently places a hand on the boy's shoulder. The redhead flinches, surprised then visibly relaxes. "...I want to change the world. For the better." He whispers.
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"You're right that is impossible. You should just give up." Brute advises, coldly. Blake swallows, looking down. Suddenly, the ravennete flicks the male's forehead. "What's that for?!" The boy splutters, placing a hand over his forehead. "For listening to me." Brute answers. The Right leader throws her an odd look. "Don't let anyone tell you what you should do, what you should be. Not even me. Your dreams, your future, aren't for them to decide. You have dream, you want something; go get it. Cause no one has the right to tell you that your dream is impossible. PERIOD."

(I love the message. Anyways, if any of you know who's the guy above; kudos to you)

Blake stares at her, dumbfounded once more. "What if fail? What if they were right? You make it sound so easy...but, it's not. Not for me." He whimpers, hugging his knees. It was a nice sentiment, but in the end that's all it is; a sentiment. Not proof that his dream is even remotely pausible. Brute's usual distant forest green eyes, soften. Her gaze, warm and gentle--understanding. "Never failing, is mildly impressive, but highly impossible. Getting up everytime you fail? Is even rarer, but even more impressive. And yes, I know life isn't easy." The ravennete sits across of the male. "But, the hardships makes us who we are. Failure gives us experience." She adds, kindly.

Blake's lips move uncertainly, not sure whether to frown in sorrow, or smile bitterly. "Why did you say I was a trend-chaser?" He inquires. Brute points to his left earing. "The latest trend; wearing mis-matched, daggling, custom earings." She says. Blake gulps, hand instinctively going to his ears. He wore a thin, red, sword-shaped earing on his left, and a simple, thin, orange one on his right.
"You aren't wrong to call me that though..." He shakes his head. "Why? Why are you so obsessed with trends?" Brute asks, genuinely curious.

"...can I tell you a story? I promise it'll answer why I chase trends, and why I think my dream is impossible." Blake gazes at her hopefully. The girl nods. Blake smiles in gratitude, as the memory plays in his head.

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"When I was like, 5 or 6, I was really into this hero. He was really cool! But, his cartoon wasn't very famous. When I tried to talk to some of the other kids about him, almost none of them even knew his cartoon existed! So...I didn't make many friends. Then, I saw a few kids playing soccer. And, I figured, 'Hey! If I learn to play sports, I'll make friends!'. So, I did. I trained to be really good at soccer. But then..."

"Let me guess, they were kids who didn't like soccer?"

"Yeah...they liked playing this trendy game at the arcade. So, I played as well. Then, I started following trends. And, I became popular, made lots of friends. But I felt...empty. Whenever someone praises me, when they call me their friends...there's like this little voice telling me, that they're lying, what they say is empty, and that if I were to be myself, they wouldn't even acknowledge my existance..."

"That's a bit...deep."

"You mean, over-the-top? Then, yeah, I know. But, what can I do? I want to help society, and to do that, don't I have to fit in first?"

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Brute gently pats the male's head. She didn't understand why he forced himself to change, why he lied to himself; but, she understood the feeling that to make friends you have to be a certain way, you need to act like this and that, just to fit in. "Rather than a trend-chaser, why don't you be a trend-setter? Believe me, the latter is much nicer." The ravennete smiles. Blake nods, absent-mindedly. "I guess?" He says, uncertain. "What about your dreams?" Brute questions. Blake swallows. Another memory flashes across his mind.

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6 years ago...

As the recess bell rung, the teacher looked up. Some of the pupils had already stood up, rushing to the door. They just had English class, and they were asked to hand in the short essays about their dreams that the teacher had told them to write yesterday. "Akagi-kun, not you. I'd like to talk to you." The teacher said quickly. Some of the other kids snicker, assuming he was in trouble; to be fair, the boy himself thought so as well. Nervously, he walked up to the teacher's table. "Akagi-kun, do you what you got for your paper?" The teacher inquires, voice neutral. "I got an F..." He whispered, fidgeting uncomfortably.

A moment of tense silence passed. The redhead swallowed his nerves, amd rallied the courage to ask the teacher. "Teacher, why did I get an F?" He proded. The tall adult gave him a sardonic smile, standing to his towering height. "My dear boy, it is utterly simple." He started, almost kindly. Blake's figure relaxed. Suddenly, the tall man harshly slammed his hands on the table.
"IT'S BECAUSE YOUR DREAMS ARE STUPID AND IMPOSSIBLE!!!" The man screamed.

"B-but..." The boy's lips quivered. "Your dream is to change the world? Hah! You, are nothing but a child. You can not change the world. If you try to change the world, it'd be like pouring water in the sea! Insignificant! Useless!" The man barked out. Blake looked at his shoes, whimpering. "I want you to rewrite this; immediately! Finish it by tomorrow, and I may consider changing your grade." The teacher ordered, before trudging away.

As the sound of heavy foot-steps got fainter and fainter, Blake stared at his essay with shaky hands. Why? His preschool teacher said he could be anything, do anything. Was that all a lie? Was his dream really...impossible? A drop of water fell onto the paper, accompanied by more tears. He scrunched up the paper, stuffing it into his pocket. Then rushed to the bathroom. He locked himself in one of the toilets, wailing and crying.

All he wants, is to be a hero; and save people. Was that really too much to ask?

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Present time...

Blake snaps out of his daze, shaking his head frantically. "Hey, you alright, kid?" Brute questions, gently stroking his hair. "Y-yeah. How long was I gone?" The redhead grins. But, he was genuinely curious how long had he been gone; lost in a memory. "About...half a minute or so." The ravennete shrugs. Blake gapes. 'Really? It felt...longer; much, longer.' The male shakes his head. Then he decides to answer the previous question. "Someone made me realize...my dream, is impossibly stupid." The boy chuckles bitterly. "And, yeah. 'Don't let anybody tell you what you can and can not do'. But, it's hard when society has already decided." Blake sighs tiredly.

Brute takes out a small device. With no promting, she explains. "It's a mp3 player." Blake stares at the small device; if Brute curled her hands into a fist, the poor music player would be crushed into smithereens. Yet it was perfectly fine. Even a Brute could be gentle--when she wants to be.
"There's this song I like. It's soothingly, calm. Whenever someone does get to me, I come here to relax. And, listen to this song. I was actually listening to this...before someone was noisily kicking a poor inocent tree." She explains, giving Blake a pointed look.

Thankfully, he has the good grace to seem, and probably is, ashamed. "Oh, right. Sorry." He mumbles. "What's it called?" He inquires. Brute smiles. "'Believe!' It's one of the few songs that mix well with the Song of the Night Forest." She answers. Suddenly, a beautiful melody emerges--mixing well with the Song of the Night Forest. Blake closes his eyes, enjoying the serenity. "I might fall asleep at this rate." He chuckles ruefully. Brute smiles warmly, before ruffling his orange mane. "You can if you want to. I definitely won't stop you. Besides, it looks like a nap would do you good." The ravennete points out. The redhead could do nothing but nod. He inhales the refreshingly cold air.

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This is one of the best nights he's ever had....

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I know I say this a lot, but...

This was really LONG!!
But, I hoped you guys enjoyed it.

The song above is very good, I just recently found out about while I was doing research.
I suggest you guys give it a listen to. But, ultimately it's up to you.

Anyways, bye!