A/N: Hello fellow RWBY fans :D I haven't written fanfiction in a while, so I'm gonna apologize beforehand if I'm a little bit rusty. Anyway, if you haven't seen my profile, well, I'm a film student, but yes this one is based on one of my old screenplays.

I thought it'd be interesting to have Yang and Blake as the main characters.

Hope you enjoy it. :)

A/N: Minor grammatical errors corrected.

Prologue

"Attention passengers bound for Vale International Airport, Flight Number VA713, due to a minor technical difficulty within the aircraft, departure has been delayed. Tentative boarding time will be two hours from now, at 4:15am. We deeply apologize for this inconvenience."

With a sigh, Yang Xiao Long sat up on her seat in the mostly empty waiting area of her designated boarding gate at Patch International Airport. She stretches her arms above her head, her back making tiny popping sounds as her muscles were partially relieved of the stress caused by sitting still for too long; her long blonde mane glimmering in the low light as it cascaded down and behind her broad shoulders.

She slouched on the soft cushions of her seat, her left arm lazily draping over a large black duffel bag next to her, her right hand rubbing her eyes, if only to rouse herself from sleep. Looking up, her normally deep lavender orbs took on a more lilac tone as she stared at the rows of lights littering the ceiling.

"Fuck my life."

Across from her sat a man in his early thirties. Hei Xiong was heavily built with his big muscular arms close to ripping the sleeves of the thin fabric of his white button down shirt. On hearing the announcement, he too had sighed.

"Typical." He had said under his breath as he ran a hand through his short brunette hair, the other holding a half open book that he had been reading. Patch Airlines was quite infamous for having fifty percent of their flights delayed, after all. Setting the book on his lap, he finally looks up at his surroundings, his eyes adjusting to the light.

Everywhere he looked, people were either sleeping the extra waiting time off, or were speaking irritably into their scrolls.

It was a given fact that airports were home to a wide array of individuals. Young, old, somewhere in between. Some were ecstatic, some were nervous and most of them just wanting to get through the journey.

But for red-eye flights like the one he was currently about to take, there were only two kinds of people: The ones going back to their sanctuary and the ones running away from whatever it is that they feel they need to run away from.

It was only then that he had noticed the captivating young blonde woman sitting directly in front of him. Of course, he had noticed her as soon as he had arrived at the boarding area; she wasn't exactly difficult to see considering that she was an absolute beauty according to societal standards, but it was something else that had caught his eye.

Exhaustion.

That was the only way he could accurately describe the scene before him.

Looking at her for the umpteenth time that night, the young woman had slumped down, her arms now resting on her legs for support. From where he sat, only three feet away from her, he could see the sadness that enveloped her being, her mind was jumbled up in a tangled mess and it shone through here eyes.

A beautiful mess, if you will.

Without a second thought, he had stood up from his seat, grabbing his suitcase and his book and he sat on the seat next to her.

Yang was having one of the worst days of her young life. In fact, in the past twenty-three years of her existence, she cannot, for the love of God, remember another day when she, in her own words, felt "so fucking shitty".

Aside from her almost missing her flight, that was oh-so-conveniently delayed, because of the late night Patch traffic, she had noticed that the giant brute of man sitting in front of her had been eyeing her relentlessly over his crappy romance novel.

"Seriously," she had thought as he approached her, "who the fuck reads Ninjas of Love out in the open?"

"Hello," He says with a smile. "I'm Hei. And you?"

"I know you've been staring at me all night, creep. So I'm gonna go right ahead say it: I'm not into penis." Yang says bluntly, not even sparing the man a glance.

"And I'm not all that into vag, so I think we could get along, don't you think?" Hei responds with a grin.

"Oh please." She says with distaste.

"And for the record, I already knew that you preferred the bacon over the sausage."

At this, Yang finally looks at him, her eyebrows rising in incredulity. She opens her mouth to speak, but for the first time in ever, she cannot seem to find it in herself to come up with a good retort.

"Are you playing 'sneaky straight'(1)? Because if you are, that has got to be the worst case of 'sneaky straight' I've ever encountered. Like. Ever."

With soft chuckle, Hei stands up and reaches for his back pocket, fishing out a weathered leather wallet. As he does so, Yang simply stares at him, only then realizing the considerable difference in their builds – and Yang was not exactly short to begin with.

Hei flips the wallet open and almost completely shoves it in Yang's face. Without flinching, Yang proceeds to look at what seems to be a photo of a pair of young girls, both of whom had long jet-black hair and seemingly unexpressive though beautiful sea foam green eyes that were hooded by identical pristinely cut bangs. It was almost impossible to tell them apart, save for the their choice of eye shadow – one being a crimson red and the other a vibrant blue.

"Milly and Mel!" Hei says pointing at the photo, "My daughters." He gives Yang another wide grin, "And that beautiful hunk of a man behind them is my husband, Oz."

Looking closely at the photo, Yang looks at the man, indeed, standing behind the twins with his arms around their shoulders. He had a solemn smile on his face; his platinum – almost white – hair gleaming under the bright sunlight of the day it was taken.

"So, I'm guessing you're into the FILFs, huh?"

Hei bursts into laughter, the other passengers turning to look at their direction as his voice booms across the room. He sits back down as he calms down.

"Well, he is the father of my kids, so I guess so."

"Well, when you put it that way."

Without even noticing it, Yang herself already had a smile on her face. She leans back on the cushions and puts her arms to rest behind her head.

"Alrighty, so if you're really gay," Yang leans back further into her seat as she looks at him, "what's up being so stalker-ish, huh?"

Hei puts a hand on his chin, gently rubbing the stubble that had started to grow on his jaw. With a soft look in his eyes, he turns back to her.

"I was just wondering what a beautiful young lady like you was doing here all alone bound for Patch."

"Wow, are you sure you play for the other team?"

"Definitely."

Her mind had strayed then - to beautiful brunette hair and amber eyes, to perfectly straight white teeth and the smell of jasmine tea.

It did not put her in a better mood.

"It's a long story." She states.

"We've got two hours," Hei says looking at his wristwatch, "What say you and I go grab a cup of coffee while we wait, huh?" With that he stands up, grabbing all of his belongings and makes his way towards the boarding area's café.

Yang watches him intently as he walks away. Slowly, she gets up herself, grabbing her duffel bag along the way and catches up with him.

"The name's Yang." She says.

"Nice to meet you, Blondie."

A/N: Just in case:

(1) "sneaky straight" – The best way I can put it: It's when a straight man/woman pretends to be gay in order to become closer to someone of the opposite sex that they're attracted to. Who's gay.