Weiss certainly wasn't the first person she thought she'd see out in the middle of nowhere, Mistral. Well, it wasn't completely in the middle of nowhere. Right now, laying together in their own personal tent her mother had so graciously allowed them to use, they were in the bandit camp that her mother called home.

Yang felt the small body beside her shift, taking more of Yang into her arms, she stifled at the suddenness of the action but leaned into it none the less. Her lavender eyes spied beautifully snowy hair tuckered into her, feel the slender arms snaking around her, a small part of Yang wanted to move away from Weiss. The solitary dragon that grew during her time stuck in patch scolded her, but she was already breathing in the scent of Weiss - her snowy presence - and reveling in it. She had missed this. She gathered the smaller girl into her arms and held on.

Once they woke up and Weiss comes to from... whatever compelled her to cling onto the blonde girl, she doubted this level of intimacy would ever repeat between them. And so she willed herself to stay awake. Yang chuckled soundlessly as she caught whiff of the same scent Weiss used during their time in Beacon, god knows how long ago, the same shampoo too.

Weiss had also retained that sharp edge in her voice, confident and unwavering, it was one of the three voices that made her time in Beacon the best months of her life. Months. It should've been years, Yang thought. They could've enjoyed four years of hunting school together, of messing around with each other, of being with one another.

Two dead friends, one city wide catastrophe, and the influence of powers beyond them; and the four of them were scattered to the wind. So was her entire arm by-the-by - that was a bitch. If only Yang had been stronger, angrier, maybe. Maybe she could've stopped her arm from being cut off and beat back the creep that wanted Blake in all the wrong ways. She could've helped Ruby cope with everything that happened. She could've punched Weiss' father in the jaw, and possessively kept the white haired girl by her side and told him to screw off, too. She could've kept them all together.

But she lost her arm and lost to that creep. Blake left her and hurt her, too. She was bitter and she let herself hurt Ruby like that. She was weak and unconscious, so she let Weiss leave like that. She sighed she's been dwelling on this for months now, stewing. She was always good with coddling her anger and letting her negative feelings stew. Hell, only recently did she let go of her mommy-issues, it only took a short eighteen years.

And right now she was doing just that, despite having this amazing woman in her arms.

"I missed you, Ice Queen. I wish I could've stopped your dad from taking you." She whispered apologetically, clinging onto her even more but careful not to wake the smaller girl up.

"Well," She began after a short pause, "I wish a lot of things, actually. Most of all that we could've stayed together. All four of us."

"I wish I did too, you know." She stirred, burying her face deeper into the crook of Yang's neck. She then added, "You brute."

"For the record, I only act like a brute."

"The very fact that you have to get that on record already casts doubt on your claim." She chuckled adoringly, a sound very few people only heard. "Don't you try to pull that on me, Xiao-Long."

Yang nuzzled into Weiss, how there was still space for them to close was a mystery to her. But, close distance between them they still did. Weiss refused to move away from Yang, her body now slotting into the well endowed blonde in front of her. Yang on the other hand wrapped around even her legs along the other girl's, careful as always.

"I was worried." Weiss whispered, "I thought, you would never bounce back from your fight with that damn faunus."

"Weiss, are you still not over your raci-"

"I am, Yang. But I don't think I could get over him hurting one of my closest friends, Yang." She loosened herself from Yang, though Yang was already too close to let her go and she wasn't about to do that anytime soon.

"Weiss Schnee, worried about good ol' me?" She tried adding as much mirth in her voice as she can, summon that teasing spirit she always had reserved for the smaller girl. But what came out was a bitter snide that caused Weiss to genuinely recoil from her, to which Yang simply held her closer.

"Sorry about that," There was a pause but Weiss came back into her, "I'm still bouncing back, Weiss. I don't think I could go back to the Yang you met back in Beacon."

Yang cursed herself.

"But I'll try, it's the only thing I could do."

"It's the only thing we all can do" Weiss replied.

They stayed like that for another hour until Yang could hear the soft breaths and light snore coming from the heiress, an adorable little sound. Yang couldn't help herself but to feel relaxed thanks to Weiss, so it didn't take long until the gentle grip of sleep caught her. Yang didn't know this side of Weiss, and Weiss probably didn't know this side of Yang either - maybe they'd both gotten glimpses? She knew she did. Weiss being clingy. Yang being vulnerable. This was both new for them, and suddenly Yang wished she could've known Weiss better. She wished... she wished she could've traded some of her time with Blake for Weiss, as horrible as that sounded. But she did.

"Hey, Yang."

"Hmm?"

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Weiss."

Long time no see, y'all
Last I've written anything on this sight, or at all for that matter, was a long time ago.
So I wish you'd all enjoy this incredibly short story.
I might, MIGHT, make more.

See you guys next time~

-FishChipzen