I felt like writing something different. Isn't that great, but whatevs. Enjoy.
A touch told people many things, as well as ones voice. It could tell them of their hesitance and caution, their acceptance and hope, and their intimacy and care.
The push Yang gave to Blake was one of anger and fear. Anger of Blake not listening to her and fear of Blake destroying herself.
The hug Yang gave to Blake was one of sadness and hope, maybe some affection as well. It told her how much Yang had cared for Blake, and how much she wanted her to get better, and how much she didn't want Blake to destroy herself with something they were all in together.
She remembers the fight against the Roman, how he had in his mech punched Yang through pillars of a bridge. She knew she would be okay, but it still made her scared at the thought of her getting hurt, or worse.
Her soft voice told her about Yang's care and affection.
A playful wink made her smile. And made her give in.
They danced with each other first, enjoying each other's company before they separated and Sun came in to take Yang's place. And even though they both danced, Blake looked at Yang with happiness and fondness in her eyes.
Everyone was in this together. Nothing more, nothing less.
The incident at the festival makes everyone confused and hesitant to believe what they had seen.
Yang's tone is filled with disbelief and betrayal at Blake's seemingly untrustworthy tone hurts her, it made her feel betrayed with everything that has happened. Her cold eyes made her own eyes water.
"Blake?"
A voice of hurt and betrayal makes Blake look away.
And when Blake voiced her distrust of Yang, her correlation with Adam, she felt upset. But it told how she felt of Yang like how she felt of the man he slowly became a monster.
It gave her some hope, a little more when Blake starts to believe her own partner, even though what they had physically saw told them all otherwise.
Trust was an important thing for Blake.
And she was willing to give Yang more trust, because deep down, she knows that she isn't that type of person.
And she will never turn out like Adam.
They were all a team. Nothing would change that.
"Get away from her!"
A voice of anger invades her ears.
Her heart stops and fear overtakes her when Yang comes and notices Adam above Blake, his red swords tip dripping with blood, Blake's blood.
She is over come with rage, she can no longer think, but attack.
Her heartbeat rapidly increases before completely stopping at the sight of Yang charging, falling and her arm coming off as soon as Adam struck her down with one blow.
It picks up when Yang doesn't move.
Despite the pain, she rushes to her body and puts herself between Yang and the monster that calls itself Adam.
"Why must you hurt me, Blake?"
It was a mocking question. He didn't care for her at all, even as he slices her shadow clone's head off.
She ran with Yang's body, which still had a heartbeat, close to her. She was hurt because of her, she nearly died because of her.
They were partners. Nothing more nothing less.
So as soon as Yang was safe in Vale. She ran.
She didn't want her teammates and Yang to be caught up in anymore of the White Fangs destruction. She was going to run, because she believed that they wouldn't attack them if they were focused on her.
Yang's hand was warm when she held it, it filled her with hope that she would live.
Now she felt cold. But she had to do this.
For her safety.
Depression was a thing that Yang hated, but couldn't overcome. It was always with her, either prevalent or in the back of her mind tainting her thoughts. Some days, she wouldn't come out of bed, others she refused to eat.
Penny had violently died.
She lost her arm.
Pyrrha was killed, hopefully painless.
Weiss was taken away.
Ruby went on an adventure she would surely get herself killed on. An adventure she wasn't told about.
And Blake ran. Like she always did.
Her eyes and heart went cold, especially at the thought of Blake. She ran away from everything she couldn't cope with, and that knowledge made Yang boil and fire up with hate and spite.
But it always ended with betrayal and despair.
Visions of that night haunted her every time she tried to sleep. They were all mostly different versions, but they always ended similar. And on some occasions she can't even do normal domestic things without panicking from sounds, sounds that sounded similar to a sword or sounds being similar to something breaking.
She felt tired.
She wanted to sleep, but her mind wouldn't let her.
So she rested in bed, with hate in her eyes.
But she couldn't entirely hate Blake. No matter how much she tried.
Dreams haunted Blake about that night. From people dying, to losing families.
And the visions of Yang dying on that night, all because of her.
She wiped her eyes and hugged herself closer, and tried to go to sleep.
Everyone would be fine now, no one would be involved with her anymore.
But her heart missed them, she missed Yang.
They were once a team, but at this point they were no longer together.
Six months later, nothing had changed for Yang.
The visions were the same, the nightmares were the same and her depression was the same. Being diagnosed with PTSD didn't help, only worsen at the thought of everything.
But...
Taiyang wanted to find Ruby, but he had to make sure Yang was fine and not trying to end her own life.
The thought of being a burden to her dad hurt her, terrified her even.
So the next day, she was going to do the best she could.
And they trained, they made sure her new arm was working, made sure she was in good condition, made sure she was as good as her mind would let her now. The visions and nightmares still came, but she did her best to fight through.
She was going to be fine.
And when she was all ready, she was going to leave to find her sister. Weiss was taken back to Atlas and would most likely not be able to come back, and Blake... She had no idea where she would be, and she wasn't entirely she would like to see her again right now.
Determination filled her chest.
There would be no more running. What kind of big sister was she if she couldn't help her own little sister?
Blake had headed home to Menagerie with Sun at her side, with the mindset that everyone was going to be okay, that she needed to go home.
But Sun's words instilled fear into her heart.
"Just because your not after the White Fang, doesn't mean their going to be after you."
She didn't think much of it at first, in fact she flat out ignored it. She wanted to meet with her family again, she wanted to take a break from everything.
But Sun got hurt, by an old 'friend' of hers, someone from the White Fang.
Even if she wasn't chasing the White Fang, they were still on her tail, no one was safe from them until they got what they wanted.
She convinced herself that they would hate her for everything that happened. That she was going to live with the consequences of what she's done, that they were better off without her.
But Sun... Sun got through with her, told her that he would fight Illia again if it meant protecting her, to stop pushing her friends out because they want to help her, to fight for her.
"And I can promise Yang would say the same."
Yang.
She nearly cried at her name because it was true, and she lost a limb for it.
And maybe. Just maybe she would forgive her and fight with her once more.
She realised at that moment that Yang was more than a friend to her.
She liked her.
So she wasn't going to run anymore.
She was going to take back the White Fang, and return it to how it used to be.
The boat trip had taken a bit longer than anticipated due to inconveniences, but Yang was finally on Anima, nearly at Mistral.
She drove on the roads, reading any sign she could to take her to her destination, beating up any Grimm that had the misfortune to attack her.
A sign she found made her smile.
She silently laughed at the hastily red painted 'Bandits!' on one of the signs. It told her one thing.
"You are in so much trouble when I find you."
And headed towards Mistral.
No more crying.
It was time for me to soar.
-Armed and Ready.