Yang

"...going with the flow…"

That just isn't an option anymore.

I feel like every choice was ripped away from me.

Dad's here… Ruby's here… but I feel so alone...

It was freezing.

Winter had come quickly this year and brought with it one of the worst snow storms that Patch had seen in over a decade. Snow used to be one of Yang's favorite things. Snowball fights, building forts, making snowdog friends for Zwei. And even though Ruby never liked the cold, she would always join her sister outside after a new blanket of snowflakes had fallen.

But today was different.

Today there was no bouncing, childlike excitement.

Today the snow only stood as a reminder that Yang wasn't that joyful, carefree girl anymore.

Her long yellow hair was held in a messy plait that Ruby had attempted a few days ago. Even though she had told Ruby to leave her alone, the younger girl hadn't listened and Yang found herself grateful for her sisters stubbornness. So many stray pieces had been pulled out, and it honestly didn't resemble much of a braid anymore, but Yang found herself reluctant to completely undo her younger sister's work.

Yang sat in bed, propped up on three pillows, and stared at the white covered scene outside. This was the usual way that her days seemed to go. Wake up, brood, look for that black bird that sometimes lurked around outside her window, maybe stretch her legs a little with a quick lap of the room, and then have her Dad and Ruby try to entice her to eat and talk. Yang hadn't spoken much since Ruby had woken up. She hadn't felt the need to.

What was there to talk about anyway?

Beacon still hadn't been reopened; the huge frozen grimm was still on top of the tower. Nothing had been found of Pyrrha; not even her weapons. Many of their other friends had sent word that they were safe and asked about Yang. Even Weiss had been able to get a brief message out, but only to say that her father basically had her under lock and key. But Blake…

...Blake ran away, and apparently hadn't looked back.

It was difficult for Yang to admit, but Blake's reaction to everything had hurt her the most.

She had always liked Blake. Yang had even become fiercely protective of the faunus after Blake had accidentally revealed herself and shared her secrets. And she hadn't meant to, but Yang had developed feeling for her teammate. Yang understood that her feelings would never be returned, especially when Sun had come to town. But Yang had hopped that she and Blake would remain close friends; no matter what lay ahead.

But those feeling, which were still much more than just friendship, had added to the sting of Blake's disappearance.

The wound had been fully healed for months now, but the searing pain was still present every day. Her quick temper, and blind rage at the thought of Adem hurting Blake had cost Yang most of her arm.

Yang felt as if she had given up the arm to save the faunus; and how had Blake repaid this dept?

She ran away.

These were the words that swirled around Yang's mind every night as she tried to fall asleep, and every morning when she reached up to brush the hair out of her eyes with the limb that was no longer there.

Hey all, just had this floating around in my head for a while so I wanted to write it down. I wanted to just have little blurbs about what some of our heroes were feeling and going through between the time that Ruby woke up and when she left for Haven.

First go at anything RWBY, so let me know your thoughts.

Thanks,

Misha

PS. Happy RTX Weekend!