A/N I'll be honest... I'm mad at canon Blake. Is she thinking about Yang at all, you know, the girl who lost her right arm for her? This story takes place in the current events of V5 canon with flashbacks to earlier events interspersed. It might not be the happiest fic I've written but bumbleby is the end game.
"Liars! How dare you even say you are doing this for the good of the faunus!"
Blake clashed violently with Fennec and Corsac, blades clanging loudly as she fought with Gambol Shroud. She managed to land a slash across Fennec's chest, piercing past his aura but Corsac came at her without missing a beat, striking Blake in the temple with the handle of his scimitar. She staggered back, the ground was spinning, there were floating neon spots and the edge of her peripheral vision was turning black.
"And this is where you die!" Fennec said, striding over and pointing the tip of his blade right at her throat.
She feebly put her blades up to protect herself, knowing full well that it wouldn't make much of a difference anyways. As he was about to strike, Blake heard a loud bang that sounded like a shot gun shell exploding. She saw a flash of blonde hair and then everything went black as she fell to the ground.
Blake blinked her eyes open, her eyelids felt so heavy, it would be so easy to just fall back asleep. She was laying on a soft mattress, the room felt warm and there was a faint smell of cinnamon spice in the air. She slowly turned her head towards the light and saw a blurry darkened figure standing in front of a bright sunny window. Her eyes gradually started to focus. She saw a leather jacket, a blonde ponytail, and a calm shade of lilac.
Blake bolted upright in the bed. "Yang…" She whispered her name like a prayer like she couldn't quite believe it. "Yang."
Tears started spilling from her eyes. She didn't try to stop them.
"Yang, I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I'm so, so, sorry. I was scared. It was all my fault. I didn't know what to do. I… I…"
Yang just stood there, not saying anything as she listened to the string of rambling apologies tumbling from Blake's mouth. She watched at her with an unreadable expression. Was she so mad that she had no words? She started walking towards her.
"Yang?" she croaked fearfully.
Yang smiled softly and wrapped her in a hug.
"It's okay, Blake. It's okay."
It took a few seconds for the shock to dissipate but Blake hugged her back wholeheartedly, choking back the sobs. "Yang," she gasped. "I don't deserve this, I don't deserve you, I…"
Suddenly the piercing pain in her temple returned and then the world started spinning again. The next time Blake opened her eyes she was lying in the middle of the battle field, the smell of smoke and blood thick in the air. A blonde figure stood still, surveying the destruction, standing with her back turned to her.
"Yang…" she rasped.
The blonde figure turned around, eyes widening when their gazes met. She turned her back on her and started walking away.
"Wait!" Blake said as she pushed herself up to follow. The ground was still spinning but she powered through it.
Yang kept walking away, determined not to look back. Don't' let her see you cry. Don't let her see you cry. Don't let her see you cry, she chanted to herself as she stomped away. Hot angry tears welled up in her eyes and she tried desperately to keep them from falling.
Blake continued to follow, the few meters of space miniscule compared to the amount of distance between them. She stumbled forward, trying to close the gap. She was scared of Yang's reaction, scared about confronting the situation but unable to let her go off by herself and get hurt again.
"Yang, wait! It's dangerous to go alone…. The White Fang…." Blake looked around, Fennec and Corsac weren't around, they must have gotten away. "Fennec and Corsac could come back."
Yang kept walking.
"Yang…"
"You abandoned me!" Yang screamed suddenly, turning to face her.
The sheer anger in Yang's voice stung Blake painfully.
"I… I…" Blake stuttered. I'm sorry.
"All this time… Did you even think of me at all?"
There wasn't day that passed by that I didn't.
"No, huh? I didn't think so. I guess you were too busy doing, whatever it is that you're doing," Yang said when Blake didn't answer.
Yang turned around and walked away.
Blake stumbled forward on to her knees. "Yang, please!" she screamed.
Yang paused.
"I know you hate me right now… But I can't let you go off by yourself. If not for me, then for yourself, for Ruby."
Yang wrapped her fingers around her shaking left wrist and took several deep breaths. It would be so easy to go off on a tirade, find some more goons to let off some steam. But then she thought about Ruby, and how they were reunited just a month and a half ago…
Yang sighed and turned toward the direction of Haven Academy and started walking without looking back at Blake once.
A/N I had a tumblr post where I talked about Scenario A and B of when Yang and Blake reunited, so that's where the title of this chapter came from. By the way the title of this fic is based on a Keane song of the same name 'We Might As Well Be Strangers". Give it a listen it is pretty good!