A ship named Bumblebee
It was a long night, and the rest of team RWBY was blissfully asleep; all except for the preying cat eyes that looked steadily at the sleeping silluette of Yang Xiao Long. Blake clenched her fist, biting down on the thoughts in her head. She wanted to. She could. Yet she remained still, not approching.
Yang was asleep, sure, but young Belledona couldn't risk her waking up during the act.
Maybe she's a really deep sleeper, Blake thought. She probably wouldn't feel a thing.
So, tentatively, she stretched her cat-like limbs off the bed and stepped towards the incapacitated figure of the blonde haired beauty. She brushed a finger over her cheek, feeling it's warmth. Then, with a steady hand, she placed her palm against Yang's chest, feeling her breathing slow and normal. Assured that she was asleep, Blake continued.
She brushed aside a few blonde curls.
There will be reprucusions for this, Blake thought. I could and probably will get in a lot of trouble for this...
She was beginning to hesitate. Not only did she not want to cause trouble, Blake didn't want to ruin her friendship with Yang. Plus, the headmaster would not approve of this action. Then, she had another thought.
We are all alone in a dorm. They can't expect us to not fool around, even just a little bit. Besides, I'm not doing anything too wrong. Just a little fun.
Newly committed, Blake advanced upon Yang, scissors snapping in hand, and a mischievous grin stretched across her face.
(X)
The entire school was awoken to the shrill and violent screams reverberating from team RWBY's dorm room. Along with the screams, one could hear a mixture of other noises, all overlapping eachother.
"-so shiney! Hehehe-"
"-Oh God, Yang! It's all go-"
"-sh-...sh-... Shaved-"
More over, a distinct laughter eminated from with. Looking inside, members of team JNPR saw two things:
One, the shining bald head of Yang Xiao Long. Two, Blake, nearly passed out from laughing so hard.
"Wait! Yang! Don't-!" Ruby attempted to stop the juggernaut as she approached the flailing black faunus, Hell having taken residence in her eyes.
With fire setting the entire bed chamber ablaze, Blake shot 100 meters through wall flats, brick, and mortar, flying out the opposite end of the building. This was the result of a direct nuclear punch thrown by the formerly blonde beauty.
(X)
Thus, it became known that these events made up the iceberg that sunk the ship known as...Bumblebee.
Author's Note: *hard, desperate, rasping, unceasing laughter* HAHAHAHA! I have only three words: I. Regret. Nothing!