So this is a story that I wanted to write, for all the wrong reasons and with no idea where in the world it was going. This is a Baked Alaska/ banana split/ NeoxYang (I'm sure someone will agree on the name eventually) that will strive to avoid any OOC moments. So yes, I am going to have Yang date a sadist.

This will be T, yet strive for M eventually because frankly I can't imagine the little contract killer being capable of anything less. And no smut. Frankly, just not my cup of tea and wouldn't be well written anyways.

Finally, I do not own RWBY and this work is not for profit. RIP, Monty Oum.

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Aura's force field effects were by nature, fundamentally flawed against certain forms of attack. For while active they could effectively stop any forms of penetration, but could not negate sheer concussive force. Proving that during a fight against a Aura wielding opponent the most efficient method of a quick victory is blunt force trauma to the head, resulting in whiplash and concussion; much like a car crash; upon which it is common for said aura to drop leaving them open to kill-strikes. A core code of combat that Neo reviewed as she used her centripetal force to launch the blonde boxer into the roof.

Point; match.

With a cocky strut she made her way across the carriage, drawing the thin sword from her parasol in a slow languid manner. She enjoyed victory too much, a rush greater than anything else in this world that turned her smirk into a smile all too broad. Time to finish this. Her blade plunged down, the blade just barely penetrating the floor's thing sheet metal. The girl's blood welling on the sword's edge, all to alluring to her senses as she cleaned it with one, all to sexual, stroke of her tongue; a beautiful taste for a beautiful bruiser.

Leaning over the girl, she pulled the handkerchief from her pocket binding the thin cut on the girl's neck with a simple, stylish knot underneath the girl's usual orange scarf. Then she carefully retrieved the lock of hair severed by her blade while tucking a pink and brown card into the jacket's inside breast pocket. Sleep tight Goldi…

The fury of strikes was fast, forcing her off balance and away from her prize. But this fight was different. She knew the masked lady by reputation, and that was enough to cast her semblance teleporting away while her after image shamefully showed her fear. She wasn't paid for that level of combat.

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When Yang woke up all she could think about was her desperate need for food. This wasn't a time to wait for the cafeteria to open; this was a time for action. Throwing on the first set of clothes she could find, barely able to keep the noise down for her sleeping roommates, before she rushed out the door.

There was a 24-hour deli a half-mile from the school, right on the waterfront and served three-pound sandwiches. This close to Beacon Academy, they were used to students coming in at odd hours for food, though more so at exam times. "The usual, Yang?"

"Yep." Laughing a little, the perks of being her usual self, everyone knew what she ate. Made ordering food sooooo much easier. She reached for her wallet, counting out the change before she noticed the card tucked inside haphazardly.

"Cute scarf, shame you had to get it dirty. One sec and I'll be out with your food."

"Huh?" Looking in the mirror she found her normal shades of clothing broken by a pink and brown floral handkerchief tied around her neck. In the confusion of yesterday she hadn't even noticed it. But taking it off only brought a wince of pain and the sight of a new scar, like she needed any more. That bitch from yesterday, what's her name, Neo… Politan? So that's what the card was. Who leaves their contact info on an attempted murder victim?

Yang knew she was a rash person. It was just a part of her, not necessarily a flaw or a benefit, just a part. Normally though she would be with Weiss, telling her it was trap, you dunce; or Blake who would want to scout things out; or Ruby, who always managed to make her into the worried older sister. But here she was in the nearly empty café, and for the life of her she couldn't find a reason not to call.

"Hey. What are you guys planning?"

But all that came through the connection was a hoarse whisper, so inaudible and painful Yang almost thoughts she was hearing a cough. "what?"

"Why did you plant a card on me. Is this a trap?"

More pain as she heard a soft "oh." And then the call closed. The text coming only seconds later. [What idiot calls at 5 in the morning?]

[Hey!]

[You should be tending your headache, not flirting with me.]

[I'm not]… delete that [I was hungry.]

A pause in the rapid texts, [Where?]

[Is this a trap?]

[Did I kill you, or just your brain cells?]

[Fine. Auburnson Deli on the waterfront.]

[I know the place.]

And then the texts stopped, leaving Yang alone with her sandwiches. It only took a few scant minutes for those to leave as well, silencing the growl as they tried to crack her ribs. Now what?

[Do you mind eating outside?]

Yang turned her head to the sight of a delicate hand waving through the shop's glass, her pink and brown hair making her a simple target to spot. Cursing herself for leaving her gauntlets behind in the room, she refused to back down from that pint-sized headache and made her way to the table outside.

"You seem pretty bold for a girl whose boss just went to prison."

*Shrug* followed by her hands moving to stroke her neck before pointing at Yang's and smiling.

"I owe you for that." Yang's eyes squinted.

Her hands pushed back *keep it*.

"Can't you just answer me for once?"

Neo's finger sliding across her throat as she leaned in, showing off a knotted scar across her trachea, drawing out a small painful cough. But she did push out one word, "hurts".

"Oh… Sorry."

She sat back down, gracefully taking her tea from the waiter's hands and pouring a liberal amount of honey. The picture of a lady as she sipped it, crossing her legs to show off their perfect form underneath the brown slacks and grey boots. Her pinky finger pointed to the menu.

"Oh, uh no, I'm good. Just ate."

She gestured to the waiter, one coffee, before turning back to Yang, her smile surprisingly gentle compared to her usual punch-me smirk.

"So… what now?"

Neo looked out over the river of Vale, pulling Yang eyes with her to gaze out over the water. The early dawn sun had turn the clouds above shades of red and pink while the sun rose up in a streak of bright yellow as the sun peaked over the horizon. The water was a bloody mass of red and orange, rippling against a dark background of grimm-held forests and the city itself, slowly lighting itself up through windows and doors.

"…That's a good reason." The moment took Yang's breath away, barely noticing as the waiter dropped off the cup of coffee or as her small companion changed chairs so that she could lean her head on Yang's shoulder.

[So, was this a good first date?]

"Wait this was a date?" The sudden appearance of her would be enemy right next to her face with that text sent a jolt through her system that knocked her back and into Neo's small embrace.

Her pouting face said it all as she quickly sent a different text. [Could be…]

"I'm not so sure that's…"

[You did wake me up before dawn. Least you can do is let me enjoy it.]

"Yeah, but…"

[Let me put this a different way then.] Neo couldn't stop herself anymore, effortlessly gliding around Yang until she was sitting on the taller girls lap. Her eyes so close to Yang's own, blinking with an unusual level of anxiety as they quickly fluttered about in color even as her derogatory smirk remained remarkably steady. Wrapping both arms around her neck, Neo didn't even bother typing what she wanted next. Kiss me idiot.

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"So, um… I need to be going. Ruby's probably going to start the witch hunt soon enough."

Neo just fixed her with a pouting lip.

"Aren't you a wanted criminal in Vale? Shouldn't you be in hiding or something."

[Y'all ain't got nothing on me.]

"What are you talking about? I saw you with Torchwick, twice!"

[Nope, just some girl with pink and brown hair."

"And nice legs… wait, how many girls are there with pink and brown hair?"

*Shrug* [Can't be the only one.]

"Yeah, yeah you are."

Neo gave a quick peck on the lips as all the answer Yang needed: but you love me for it.

"Keep texting me."

[You owe me another date.]

"Just say when." Yang stood up, leaving the cash for their drinks, a heavy tip, and a wink for the boy whose heart they just broke; Neo's lithe form still in her arms. A simple heft of her arms brought the girl up onto her shoulder. "I should just carry you the rest of the way back like this, my own little parrot."

Neo smiled, yawning her mouth in mockery of said comment, and clamped her legs tight to Yang's chest, enjoying her perch above the people around. Anyone else picking her up and she would have had a knife to the their throat, But something seemed different about Yang. With a press of her ankle her overly attractive stead turned at the next intersection while Neo opened her parasol against the early sun.

"I'm dropping you off somewhere?" Two ankles simultaneous answered yes. "Alright, say when." The girls walked together for another half-mile finally stopping outside a small foreign restaurant. "Do I want to know?"

Neo mocked a few short punches.

"Oh, hitting the gym this early. I like your style."

She gave one soft one to the head, enjoying the instinctive flare of Yang's protective anger for her hair. [We'll have to have a rematch.]

"Now who's flirting?"

They shared one last kiss before breaking up with reluctance of new love, leaving Yang to make her way back to Beacon alone.