Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of its characters nor am I affiliated with the show or its creators.

AN Okay I know, I know. This is the 3rd story I have on the go. I am trying to grow and perfect my writing style. To do that I have multiple stories all with different POV writing styles. I just finished this chapter and I couldn't not post it. I swear my two other stories are still being written. and updates will come in the next week for both. Let me know what you think of this story. The POV is the most difficult for me to write, which is why I probably forced myself to do this.

Chapter 1

You can't believe what they're even suggesting. It's insane, even for your hyperactive leader, it just seems so far-fetched and you're having trouble imagining the outcome in the positive way they are. To you the plan is obviously ill thought out and just not going to work.

"No," you voice plainly, crossing your arms and glaring at the pair. "There is no way in hell that is even an option."

Ruby shrinks back from you and her girlfriend is quick to place a comforting hand on her knee, returning your glare with a frosty one of her own. You face off with them sitting in the livingroom of the flat you share. You chose to isolate yourself to the armchair as the other two sit across from you on the leather couch.

"Don't be so rude, Blake." Weiss speaks up coming to Ruby's defence. "If you have a better option by all means."

"You two could just not kick me out." You deadpan as if it's the obvious solution, which it is.

"Blake, we aren't kicking you out." Ruby's voice is soft, but you can only take it at face value, she may sound sincere now, but she is still your enemy in this.

"You've known this was coming for months. We've been patient with you trying to find a place but this is getting ridiculous."

"Whatever do you mean Ice Queen?" Your voice is dripping with cynicism and Ruby's face twists painfully knowing what's coming next.

"Oh, for the love of dust." Weiss throws her hands into the air as she sinks into the plush cushions at her back, mirroring her girlfriends position. "Are you even trying to find a place?"

"How dare you insinuate I'd knowingly sabotage your guys' plans." You slump into a defeated position, keeping your arms firmly latched around your middle in a defensive manner. It's two against one, they aren't fighting fair.

Ruby sits forward, resting her elbows on her knees and gives you that damn look. The look she uses year after year whenever Weiss and you argue. You don't mind when her silver eyes turn to Weiss in that emploring manner, it usually means you're about to win, but - and you hate to admit this - when she uses it on you, you're just as powerless to refuse her as Weiss has always been. They may be in a relationship, but Ruby has a way of wrapping everyone around her little finger. No one seems to be immune; at least you've never found a soul capable of refusing her.

"We know you've been trying your best." Weiss snorts, obviously disagreeing.

"Do we?"

"Yes we do." Ruby looks pointedly at the silver haired girl sitting next to her, emphasizing they were to be united in this belief, whether the other agreed or not.

Weiss brings her unbound hair over her shoulder and busies herself with working out invisible knotts to get away from the sharp glare her girlfriend is shooting her. She remains silent, not arguing, so Ruby takes that as Weiss acquiescing.

"Anyway," Ruby continues, turning her attention back to you. "We know you are trying, but we also understand it has been hard to find a decent place on your own, and living with strange roommates is not on the list of things we want for you." Ruby leans forward to squeeze your knee reassuringly. In all honesty, it kind of works.

She's right, apartment hunting has been a disaster from the very start. Everything you can afford on your own, with the limited funds in your bank, is run down or just too far away. You'd rather not be out in the countryside. They might be making you move out, which you understand them wanting their privacy, but you don't want to be so far away you can't easily visit them. They are, after all, your best and, if you're being completely honest, only friends. You rarely warm up to people, and you know your withdrawn countenance unnerves those it doesn't drive away. It's exactly why you also can't move where you need roommates. If you did you know you'd be moving every month trying to find a different roommate that doesn't mind your obvious faunus heritage or the preference you have to remain in your comfortable blanket of solitude. It makes you less grumpy that Ruby at least understands your nervousness at having to room with a complete stranger. You'd rather live in one of the bug infested dives than live with someone you weren't familiar with. Well, almost.

"But that is why this is perfect." Ruby bounces excitedly and you catch Weiss' soft, amused smile before she rolls her eyes at her partner.

"Excuse me while I go get a dictionary." You stand making your way to the kitchen instead.

"A dictionary?" Ruby's confused voice follows you. "Why do you need a dictionary."

Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge you take a sip before turning back to your two 'friends'.

"I don't need it, but seems you've forgotten what defines the word you just used." You throw the cap to your water on the coffee table as you pass to sink back into your chair once more. "Because I would not describe this plan as anything near perfect. The opposite actually."

—

Weeks of arguing and legitimately searching for any other alternative had both Weiss and Ruby insisting you take the previously offered apartment. You are still one thousand percent against the idea, but since all your books and clothing are already packed into boxes and on their way to your new place, you don't really have much of a choice now.

Taking one more look at the empty room you called yours for the past year, you make sure you're not leaving anything behind. It somehow looks smaller without your things covering the walls. You bend to pick up your gym bag and a box full of things you didn't trust the movers not to break or lose, and make your way to the front room. You set your things on the island separating the kitchen from livingroom and turn to your ex-roommates.

"You all ready to go?" Ruby asks, standing from her spot, snuggled into Weiss' side. Weiss hangs her head back over the arm of the couch, looking upside down at the two of you.

"Yeah, I think so. But if you find anything-"

"Finders keepers." Ruby hops the distance separating you and wraps her arms around your waist. She chuckles at her own joke and you can't help but laugh quietly with her even if you're still kind of mad at them both; her moods have always been infectious.

"It's not like we're never going to see her again Ruby." Weiss stands reluctantly, coming to pull Ruby from your waist as the hug was lasting an uncomfortable amount of time. "She's just moving to the other side of town, not Remnant."

"It's still sooo far," Ruby increases the drama everytime she mentions the distance that would be separating them now.

"I thought you wanted me gone?" You ask.

"Don't you dare!" Weiss warns as you opened your mouth to argue you can move your stuff back in a jiffy.

"Oh, glad to see you'll miss me." You quip, which earns you an exasperated sigh from your blue eyed teammate. "I know you guys want some time alone. I get it."

"We have so many ideas for what to do in the apartment." Ruby speaks up, looking to her girlfriend and then to the different corners of the space, looking at it all with a fresh pair of eyes.

"I'm not even going to pretend you're not talking about all the sex you'll be having around the place now I'm gone." You smirk, knowing the rise it will get out of the two. You have to get them back somehow!

"Don't be so crude." Weiss reprimands as Ruby's cheeks turn a shade of red to match her cloak. "Besides, there's not many surfaces left in the apartment we haven't already..."

Hearing Weiss admit something so personal about her relationship surprises you. Your jaw hangs open for a few brief moments before you snap it shut.. "And that's my cue to leave." You snatch your box of valuables quickly off the counter, not trusting there's a sanitary square foot in the space anymore. "Goodbye friends, goodbye apartment I'll never see in the same light again."

"Don't listen to her," Ruby finally responds. "She's just trying to irk you and you know that."

By the look they share you know Weiss hasn't been completely exaggerating. Cringing, your ears flatten to your head, trying to block the unwanted words long after they'd been heard. You make your way briskly to the door and only wave one hand in salute, not able to voice a proper farewell.

The short taxi ride is not long enough to prepare you for the unknown. You hate this feeling, of not being in control. It's been years since you've let yourself feel so… submissive. The confidence you've built up the four years at Beacon, and another year on the road as a Huntress, seems instantly washed away, as if a large tidal wave has swept over your life, leaving nothing but chaos with your life's scattered remains.

You step into the lobby of your new apartment and nod to the man sitting behind the security desk. The building is older, but in great condition. The lobby still holds the original marble floors, and it reflects the lights high above on its surface. The wallpaper and paintings have either undergone refurbishment or been commissioned new, to honour the early years of the century when the building was erected.

"Where you headed?" He asks politely as you step towards the elevator.

"Number ten o' seven."

"Oh, yes." He nods. "Top floor, to your right. Are you expected?"

"Yes," You pause, debating telling him you live here now. Shouldn't your new roommate have mentioned it to the security guard? "Actually, I'm moving in."

"Oh," his eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and if it weren't for your scrutinizing eyes you would have missed it. "Well I'll remember that so I don't ask you everytime you come through."

"Thank you." You replied, nodding your head in farewell. You step into the elevator before its doors close on you. You press the appropriate button and feel your stomach drop, being left behind in the lobby as you ascend.

The ride in the elevator should have been enough to calm your fluttering pulse, but it seems your heart has decided to spasm freely today. You think of Ruby's previous words and realize just how unperfect this whole mess has become.

You step out of the elevator, pause a moment, and wait until the soft lull of elevator music disappears to the lower levels before you allow your legs to carry you down the hall to your right. You follow the black and tanned patterned carpet, wondering if it's a new addition or not. No matter how slowly you shuffle your feet it seems you arrive too soon. Breathing deeply you look at the '1007' number plate hanging from the middle of the door. Frozen, your fist disobeys your command to knock.

This is such a bad idea.

You finally find the willpower to force your wrist to bend, knocking quietly but firmly on the wood.

"Come in!" A woman's voice yells from within and you're surprised to find the door is unlocked. You question if she always keeps it like this or has she only left it open in expectation of your arrival?

You push the door and step into the unfamiliar space.

Once you pass the threshold you kick the door shut behind you, hearing it clasp louder than you anticipated. You set your things on the floor, out of the way, before taking in the space as this is your first time within its walls. To your right there's a light stained maple-wood table about waist height, its top holds a set of keys, placed in a red transpparent glass bowl, and a wallet, along with a few lien. It's obviously the remnants of someone's pockets hastily emptied. There is a bookshelf taking up the wall space beside the table, before the wall dips into a hallway. Taking a closer look, there are absolutely no books on it at all. Instead, it seems to hold random unrelated objects that don't draw your attention. What does are all the frames scattered on the top two shelves. Most frames hold pictures of a younger version of your team leader in various activities, a few hold nothing but strangers staring back at you.

Moving your gaze to the rest of the room you notice a clean kitchen to the left of the entrance. An 'L' shaped island closes off the space from the living area that takes up the rest of the room. The wall opposite the entrance holds two brown leather couches, one larger than the other, and a recliner. They look much more expensive than the leather couch Ruby and Weiss found at the flea market now resting in your previous home. All the furniture matches here, in direct opposition to the mismatched pieces accumulated over time like Ruby, Weiss and you had collected for your shared space. A coffee table in front of the larger couch, a couple end tables, resting at the end of each seat and a lamp in the corner complete the space. There are ornamental pictures of nature on a couple walls but other than the bookshelf there are no other random baubles or personal effects in the space. You find the simplicity oddly welcoming, like you weren't moving into someone else's home, though that's exactly what you're doing.

"Hey roomy."

Her voice pulls you from your examination and you find yourself turning to face her. She emerges from the hall wearing a white cropped tank top and a pair of jean shorts, leaving more skin showing on her thighs than they cover. Try as you might, nothing could stop your eyes from glancing down at her exposed midriff. You would kill for those abs, literally kill. Pulling your eyes from her body, you look up to her face. Her lips pull into a small smile you might describe as mischievous, and you're not sure if she knew you were admiring her body or if that's just her normal smile. You've made it a type of mission of yours to avoid her the times you've been in her presence. A move you're sure the other reciprocated.

Yang has always been a pain in your ass, and you're just hoping that the couple years since you've seen her might have changed the blonde's attitude. You remember her as an annoying cocky jerk, but Ruby had stepped up to defend her big sister when the extra room had been offered to you. You still aren't sure if Yang offered or if Ruby begged her to allow you to move in. The answer is not something you can trust Weiss or Ruby to answer honestly.

"Sorry but I have to run," Yang speaks up again, tossing her still damp hair over her shoulder, it settled naturally into blonde waves cascading down her spine. "I'm so late." She rolls her eyes in your direction, a playful smile gracing her lips, as if her being late is a joke you are in on. "Movers were here earlier, I swear I heard something glass break as they were bringing stuff in." She waves down the hall, where you're sure your new room awaits. "I'll totally be your witness if it was expensive." Yang grabs the wallet off the table by the door and shoves it and the lien in her back pocket before grabbing the keys out of the bowl. "Oh," she seems surprised, looking at her key ring. She fiddles with it before detaching a single key. "Here's your key." She tosses it across the room with surprising force and accuracy for only half looking at you and you trust your reflexes as your hand shoots out to grasp it. You look at her aghast, she just threw that at you, it could have hit you in the eye! But your mouth closes before you can protest as Yang's eyes rake over your body, appraising you before connecting her beguiling eyes to your own. "Nice reflexes by the way." Her eyes take one more sweep of your body and you squirm a bit at the intensity of her lilac stare. She must notice because she chuckles deep in her throat before turning to open the door. "Um, make yourself at home. Bye." She winks at you before the door closes on her and leaves you standing in an unfamiliar apartment alone, wondering what the hell just happened.

It takes you a whole minute to get over the interaction. At least she hadn't been a jerk, besides trying to potentially blind you with your key. Wouldn't that have been great? Professional huntress blinded by a simple key, that wouldn't have been embarrassing at all. You make your way down the hall to familiarize yourself with the rest of the apartment layout. You find a bathroom, equipped with a shower over bath. It pleases you as the apartment you shared with Ruby and Weiss only had a shower stall. You're already looking forward to soaking in a bath once more. The next door on the left is open and as you peek inside you see all your boxes piled up in one corner. The bed looks surprisingly new and so do the sheets and covers on top of it. It makes sense though, Ruby told you Yang hadn't had a roommate since she moved in to her apartment a couple years ago. Which means Yang can afford this entire apartment on her own where you and your teammates sometimes struggled to pay for your old two bedroom apartment, half this size, with all your salaries combined.

You sigh, realizing the five short years experience Yang has over you has garnered her more money than you, Ruby, Weiss or Indigo probably made combined in the year you'd been certified huntresses. Team RWBI scored top in most aspects of your qualifying exams but, and you loathed to admit, Yang's scores were still spoken about in astonished awe through the halls of Beacon. You doubt five years will be long enough for you to gain the respect and wealth that would even come close to the blonde's.

You notice the only other door in the hall is directly across from yours and is firmly shut. You briefly play with the idea of opening it to take a look, but decide against the breach of Yang's privacy on your first day living here.

You spend the next hour unpacking and putting your belongings away. Finding the mirror to your dresser has a couple spider cracks in it you take a picture, intent on getting some money back from the moving company to pay for a replacement glass. Once everything is in its proper place and the boxes folded flat, neatly tucked into a corner for you to take out the next morning you decide to have a quick shower. Seeing as it's almost ten you decide a bath can wait for an earlier evening.

You put on a simple tee shirt and shorts before grabbing your most recent book interest off the dresser in your room. You make your way to the living room, its couches have been calling you to test them out for hours now. You find curling up on the end of one couch with the lamp on gives you the best light to read with, not that you particularly need the light to read. You can see the words perfectly fine without it, but the soft yellow glow of a bulb or candle always did set the atmosphere more than the colourless sight of your night vision.

Only when you flip the last page of the book to find it complete do you put it down. You're surprised to see it's well passed one in the morning. You are accustomed to reading for long hours, but never have you not been restless after an hour or two of continually sitting in the same position. You stand from your spot and stretch. The lack of vertebrae popping has you in strong approval of the couch you just rose from. It is definitely more comfortable and supportive of your reading habits than any of the furniture you've used in the past five years.

As you make your way to your new room for some much needed sleep your eye catches the wooden door across from yours. Yang hasn't returned yet. She didn't really tell you where she was going, only that she was running late. You doubt she's on a mission, she didn't take any equipment with her, and you hadn't seen any weapons on her as she left, and with how little the blonde was wearing you doubt you could have overlooked a hidden weapon. Most likely she was just out with friends, it was Friday after all, a time when most people caught up with friends and worked at forgetting the rest of the week; most people, but not you. You much prefer reading a book to getting drunk in noisy clubs that hurt your ears.

You aren't the blondes keeper, you aren't even friends. She's a grown woman and can most definitely look after herself, she doesn't need you wondering where she is.

And you need sleep.

—

Two days, that's how long you have the apartment to yourself. You aren't against it, on the contrary you're enjoying the solitude. You do what you want when you want, play music no one else but you seems to like and you can read without interruption. Weiss and Ruby message you Saturday morning asking how everything is going and you just reply with 'great' and leave it at that. They might think you're upset with them, but in reality you are thoroughly enjoying the alone time more than you thought you would and just want to prolong it before they inevitably drag you out to socialize. It's been years since you lived on your own, and you hadn't realized you were missing it until you had two full days to yourself.

But the pictures of Yang and Ruby and the items on the shelves, that held no significance to you, reminded you constantly of the missing occupant. You found a decent sum of lien in your wallet this morning and realized you'd never got the chance to pay Yang your share of the rent. Not wanting the blonde to think you're a freeloader you want to get rid of it as soon as possible. You don't trust just leaving it somewhere in the apartment without hiding it. But you don't have any way to get ahold of Yang to tell her where it is.

And you have a mission starting the next afternoon. You are loathe to leave the solitude you've been graced with but know, and are constantly reminded, of the low balance in your bank account. You need a mission to get some funds to survive the rest of the month, as well as to get enough for next month's rent. You seem to always be trying to catch up. Flopping down onto the couch you sink into its comforting embrace. You lift yourself just enough to pull your scroll out of your back pocket before completely surrendering to the cushions hugging your body. You are so going to miss this couch on your mission.

You tap the screen a couple times before the persistent ring fills the speaker. You toss the scroll to the cushion beside you, waiting for the person on the other end to answer. It takes way too long and the breathless 'hey' that reaches your ears has you strongly denying what you know kept her from answering with her usual speed.

"Hey, Ruby, do you have your sister's number." You get straight to the chase, wanting to end the call as soon as possible. You don't want to picture the activities that have your teammate so out of breath.

"Ya, of course, why?" Her voice is evening out and you just hope as it returns to it's normal chipper tone that the images will disappear from your head just as quickly.

"Can I have it?" Ruby doesn't answer right away, and you're actually worried she might refuse your request for some reason. "She ran out of here so fast I forgot to ask for it." You hope your added elaboration is convincing enough. It wasn't a lie, she was sure this roommate agreement would need them to have each other's numbers. There would be times they would need to get ahold of each other, right?

"Yeah," Ruby finally relents. "I'll message it to you, Hold on."

There's shuffling on the other end of the line before a beep sounds from your scroll's resting place beside you. You look over to see Ruby's name pop up in missed messages.

"Sweet got it, Thanks." It's not even nine in the evening and you're still so very tired for some reason. Maybe it was just the anxiety of your first solo mission in months. Your team usually chose to take on group missions, they pay better, but you need lien and there aren't any group missions available right now.

"Why do you need it now, couldn't you have just waited until she's back?" Ruby asks as a follow up. You decide there isn't any reason to hide the truth.

"Well she left last night as I was getting here and hasn't been back since." You start.

"Yeah, Yang's kind of a whirlwind."

You scoff because that is the perfect way to describe how the blonde acted. She whirlwinded her way through the apartment, not letting you get a word in edgewise and then just disappeared like she'd never even been there.

"Do you know if she's on a mission or…" You hope Ruby can shed some light on where your supposed roommate has disappeared to.

"No," Why is it you feel slight disappointment at her answer? "Yang isn't that big on keeping people informed of her whereabouts. You'll get used to it."

Considering how diligent Ruby has always been with your team on keeping each other informed it came as a complete surprise to you that she'd allow her sister to disappear without a simple explanation of where she'd be. For all you know Yang could have rushed out to start a mission and been killed, never to be seen again. You look around at the furnishings and the clean space around you, it's cozy in its simplistic decorations, without being flashy and the silence favoured your sensitive ears.

Well If Yang died on a mission, at least you bonused a sweet apartment.

—

You were just about to call it a night, marking the page in your book with a dog-eared corner, before you hear a loud thud coming from out in the hall. It happens again, but this time the noise is directed at your door. You move silently, the balls of your feet pressing you forward, to allow you to use the peep hole to see who would be disturbing people at this hour.

You don't see anyone through the peephole, but that doesn't mean the hall is empty. You perk your ears and listen carefully. Hearing the soft tinging noise of keys dangling on a keychain you know someone is at least trying to find the correct key for their apartment.

"Fuck," you hear the quiet, mumble from the other side of the door as if it's being whispered directly into your feline ear. You recognize the voice, you've heard her swear enough over the years to automatically know it's Yang on the other side of the door. Though you'd avoided her like a plague, whenever you had been in the blonde's vicinity she always seemed to be cursing. She had a foul mouth and you were sure she used it more to impress and unnerve others than anything else. When she doesn't come into view through the hole you're staring through you grab the door's handle, twisting at the same time you tug it inward.

A flash of blonde falls with a thump onto your bare feet. Her hair is soft and it tickles your shins as she tilts her head to look up at you. Her glazed eyes clear and widen at the sight of you and her upside down smile widens into a toothy grin.

"Hey, Kitten." She reaches up and brushed her fingers against your shin.

You glare at her hotly. "Don't call me that." You had clung to a small hope that Yang might have forgotten her little nickname for you, but even as that hope washes away with the receding tide of the damaging tidal wave that has become your life, you know it was an unrealistic dream in the first place. Yang knows you hate that nickname, has always known you've hated it but that's never stopped her from uttering it in your presence as much as she possibly could.

Yang's violet eyes darken as she looks up at you, her smile reverting back to a pathetic attempt at her trademark sexy smirk. And you feel shame as it causes your stomach to flutter, betraying you. You can't believe she can be such a fucking asshole but so hot all at the same time. You hate her more for it.

"You're sexy when you're mad." Her hand snakes around your leg tickling lightly at the back of your right knee. You almost buckle at the sensations it shoots up the nerves in your leg, it emblazons the fluttering at your core, and you quickly take a step back out of her reach.

She arches her back to watch you retreat, the glimmer in her eye captivates you. She is so self aware of her affect on others it annoys you further, even as it draws you in. She knows the effect she has on you and she's suddenly giggling.

She sighs, breath vibrating out of her as her laughter subsides. "Kitten doesn't like my petting?" Instead of making her sound ridiculous like you're sure it would to your own voice, her quivering breaths seem to envelop her words in an undulating purr. It sends a shiver down your spine but you are determined to hide your reactions from her.

"You're drunk." You reply, and it's true, she smells strongly of alcohol and sweat. By the glow lingering on her skin you can guess she was out dancing at a club.

"Yes I am." She blatantly agrees. You roll your eyes.

Yang realizes she's still on the floor, blocking the apartment door from closing. She kicks her feet up and over her head, she's held for a few moments in a handstand facing you. The shirt she's wearing lowers, baring more tanned abs for you to stare at. You tear your eyes away and somehow find hers. She winks, and you know she's caught you staring again.

You have no idea how someone who couldn't even find the correct key to unlock their apartment is able to complete the maneuver she does, but you attribute it to her muscle memory. She falls forward onto her feet and stands, facing the hallway once more. She sways at the headrush before pushing the door shut and locking it. She empties her pockets and throws everything on the table beside the door, a few lien tumble off and land on the floor and she stares at them for a moment before dismissing the fallen with a wave of her hand.

You watch as she only half stumbles to the fridge for a bottle of water. You watch as she hops to sit on the counter facing you as she takes another swig of water. You watch as her hand reaches down to scratch just above her navel. You watch her as she watches you. You stare as she jumps down and makes her way around the island separating you.

Her finger's graze your arm in what should be a simple touch, but does things to your body that are anything but innocent. You find your feet shuffling a few steps, following her towards the hallway, before you realize what you're doing. You stop yourself so abruptly you end up taking a step back to not lose your balance.

"You can join me if you like."

You force your feet to remain planted where they are. You only move once you hear her bedroom door shut behind her. You rush to your own room and practically slam your door, not trusting her to remain in her own room.

You knew being roommates with her was going to be a mistake.

AN: I'd like to hear what you guys think of this one. If you like it or its shite! :)