Hello everyone. Welcome to another new story. It's been awhile since I wrote something about Blake and Yang, so after a little inspiration, this came to mind. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of the characters, they are owned by Rooster Teeth.


Yang sat alone in her room, thinking about everything that had happened.

"Why?" She thought, over and over.

She contemplated the situation in her head countless times, thinking maybe that there was something wrong with herself.

"Blake." She whispered.

Blake, the name of the girl who stole Yang's heart but at the same time didn't accept it.

What exactly happened?

Well, it all started a couple of months back.


Yang had decided to walk to school that day, choosing not to use her motorcycle.

She didn't know why, but she wasn't complaining, after all, it was a beautiful day.

The snow on the ground had begun to melt, giving way to Spring, the flowers already beginning to grow.

Yang never really got the chance to admire what was around her, always being in a rush.

As she walked up the steps to Beacon High, she heard her name being called.

"Yang, over here!" Weiss called out.

Despite being popular, Yang never let it go to her head, only having a small group of friends she trusted.

She became friends with her after Weiss was forced out of private school and had to attend Beacon.

While Weiss was abrasive at first, Yang eventually got through to her and the two became closer.

Weiss officially accepted that she preferred Beacon after meeting Neptune, her now boyfriend.

"Hey, what's up?" Yang asked.

"Not much, I was actually wondering if you could do me a favor." Weiss said.

"Sure, what is it?" Yang asked.

"Well, Neptune asked me out and he's taking me on a date after school, but I was supposed to show the new transfer student around." Weiss told her.

Yang just smirked and put a hand on Weiss' shoulder.

"Don't worry, I've got you covered." Yang said, knowing where she was going with it.

"Thanks, Yang." Weiss said.

"No problem." Yang said.

"She'll be in front of the auditorium at three, her name is Blake Belladonna and Yang, try not to be… you know." Weiss told her.

"What?" Yang asked.

"You." Weiss said.

Yang acted wounded by her remarks, giving an over the top performance.

"Oh how you hurt me!" Yang exclaimed.

They may have been friends, but Weiss was still blunt and cold, not willing to hold back.

Weiss rolled her eyes and headed inside, Yang following soon after.

The school day seemed to pass by pretty quickly, Yang barely noticing she had even been there.

When the final bell rang, Yang headed to the auditorium.

"Okay, this girl shows up, I give her the tour and then I'm home in time to start dinner." Yang thought.

As Yang reached the auditorium, she saw someone standing there, all alone and looking a bit anxious.

"That must be her." Yang thought.

As Yang approaches her, Blake turned to her direction, Yang getting a clear look at her.

Yang instantly stopped in her tracks, feeling like she was out of breath.

Yang's heart started pounding, causing the blonde to lose focus and just stand there, staring.

"What's going on?" Yang thought.

"Can I help you?" Blake asked.

Yang snapped out of it for a moment, nervously smiling to hide her embarrassment.

"I'm Yang, I'm kind of here to show you around the school." Yang managed to say.

"Oh, okay." Blake picked up her backpack and introduced herself to Yang.

"I'm Blake." Blake said.

"I know." Yang mindlessly said.

"What?" Blake asked.

"Weiss told me." Yang blurted out, hoping it would help.

"Oh, alright, so, where should we start?" Blake asked.

"Well, I was thinking the track, it's my favorite part of the school day." Yang suggested.

"Cool, lead the way." Blake said.

"Sure." Yang said.

Yang remained a bit off balance as she walked, Blake close by her.

Yang wasn't usually so oblivious, but in this case, she would remain unaware for the time being, little knowing what emotions were developing within her.

Little knowing that this new person in her life, would have a bigger impact than she could ever imagine.