Author's Note - This is mostly something that was scrambling through my head as I was trying to work on my current fanfics. Figured it might help scattered brain to focus. These takes place in Volumes 1 and 2, before the Vytal Tournament. And disclaimer, I do not own RWBY or the characters within.

Now that that's out of the way...


(Freezer Burn)

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-Yang-

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"You're kidding."

"Eh...well..."

"You can't be serious."

The golden brawler found herself wilting under the glare of the smaller, yet intimidating ice queen. It probably didn't help that she was sitting and Weiss was standing, leaning toward the blond with her hands on her hips, giving her the appearance of a parent who was scolding her child. But it wasn't anger that was on the face of the resident ice queen.

It was disbelief...

"Yang Xaio Long, I refuse to believe that you, of all things, can not sing."

"Hey, it's just something I've never been good at, okay?" she shrugged in return. "No big deal."

Truth be told, it was a bit of a deal. After the loss of her mother, she had done everything in her limited ability to keep the household together. Between caring for little Ruby and helping her shattered father to cope, there was little time for herself. During that time, she learned that she was terrible singer (despite her father's somewhat encouragement), so she simply opted not to do it, deciding instead to reading to her sister. It was just something she didn't feel was that important.

Apparently, Weiss felt otherwise…

"Are you kidding me?" Her disbelief deepened on her face "This is a very big deal. There is no way someone like you is incapable of singing."

"Like me?" She raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?

"I mean...uh, well... It's nothing."

Weiss' hasty reply earned her a questioning and somewhat confused look; not only from the answer itself, but the how she answered it. Weiss was always very articulate, even in her speech. It was unusual for her to break sentences like that and even when she was annoyed (usually due to Ruby), her speech remained impeccable. For her to semi-stutter just now was a little off.

"It's not important. Anyway, I don't believe for a second that you can't sing."

At Weiss' comment, a mischievous smile slowly formed on her lips. As far as she was concerned, that was definitely a challenge, and even though it might be a bit embarrassing, she wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

And with a slow breath, she started to sing...


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-Weiss-

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"Okay, that's enough!"

Yang complied, grinning at her all the while, at which she scowled at her in return as she putting her hands down from her ears to plug up…whatever it was that Yang was doing with her mouth that she claimed was singing. Honestly, Yang's singing was less melody and more yelling.

A lot more yelling...

She was a breath from verbally dicing up one of her teammates to pieces, but refrained. After all, she did ask for it when Yang had said otherwise. It was just a little far-fetched to her. Despite (or because of) her upbringing, singing was more than a hobby or recreation for the heiress. It was a matter of pride. And even though she couldn't expect everyone (or anyone) to meet up to her abilities, at least something as simple as singing shouldn't be too far away for a...spirited person like Yang

She would never admit it (at least, out loud), but there were times when she was a bit, just a little bit, envious of the golden-haired girl. Her bold personality and bright beautiful looks was something that simply could not be ignored. Granted, she didn't dismiss her own looks, but Yang was just different. They were different.

Like fire and ice...

Folding her arms, she closed her eyes in thought. Yang's voice wasn't terrible, not in the least. Judging by the sound of her voice quality based on how she speaks, Yang can be a more-than-decent singer. It was just in this case, when she sings (term loosely), Yang was putting in more effort and energy into it than the necessary. It's not bad, per say, but it is just a matter of how she stresses the words and put it in harmony with rhythm.

"Try again. But this time, lower your volume. Make the song close to a hum."

Once again, one of Yang's eyebrows lifted "I wasn't aware that this was singing class."

"Well, as long as you sing like that, you can consider it singing class" she declared. "And yes, I will be your teacher."

She knew she was being pushy, but it just couldn't be helped. She just felt too strongly about this. Of course, knowing Yang, she might just brush it off and dismiss it somewhat. So it was to some surprise that instead of that, Yang simply smiled and saluted.

"Yes, teach!"

Outwardly, she merely 'hmphed'...

Inwardly, well, she was merely satisfied…