I've wanted to write something like this for a while. A new series exploring the relationship between a certain blonde brawler and an ice cream-haired girl.
Chapter 1
"UUuuuuuugh…"
"Yang, please stop."
"UUUUUUUUUGH."
"YANG."
"Ruuuuuuuubes, there's nobody here." The blonde in question groaned, banging her head down on the bar. Her younger sister sighed. This was definitely the last time she'd let Weiss and Blake go out on one of Yang's clubbing nights. Currently, they were sitting in Junior's club in downtown Vale. The brawler had been trying to attract the attention of some of the more attractive clubgoers - male and female - to no avail.
"Yang, the club is literally packed. In fact, I'm pretty sure this has to be one of Junior's busiest nights in the business!"
"I mean nobody seems to like me." She pouted into her near empty glass before motioning to the bartender for another round. "Is it something about how I dress?"
"I think it's more about how you've busted the club up a few times, if I were to guess." The redhead deadpanned, looking at the bottles lining the shelf behind the bar. She'd never even touched alcohol before, but Yang was making the liquid pretty damn tempting.
"Psh. That was for a good reason." The brawler muttered before downing her new drink in one go. Sighing, Ruby turned to face her sister with a stern look in her silver eyes.
"Yang Xiao Long, you listen here. You go out to the dance floor, grind with someone or whatever, and score a date for the night. If I have to listen to you bellyache once more, I won't be accountable for my actions." She stared into her sister's lilac eyes. "Do I make myself clear."
The blonde boxer sighed and nodded, and Ruby smiled.
"Knock 'em dead, sis!"
Yang walked away from the bar, standing on the edge of the throng that occupied the dance floor of the club. Taking a breath, she put on her best carefree face and pushed her way into the crowd, letting the waves take her.
The dancers always made Yang lighten up a bit, even if the rest of her day was shit. Succumbing to the tides of other human beings, she was jostled every which way, moving all around the crowd. The bouncing of her sizable chest also seemed to put a smile on the faces of a majority of the men attending the establishment.
Just as she was starting to forget where she was, she was ripped out of her thoughts as something slammed into her body. Stumbling, she tried to regain her balance, only to fall flat on her ass. Groaning, she looked over at the person who had caused the accident, mildly amused that they had fallen as well. Then all of a sudden, lilac eyes locked with pink-and-brown ones.
"You." She hissed. She remembered this girl from the train, and from the fight with Torchwick before that. The girl looked confused, brown and pink hair falling in front of her face in thick locks. Once she realized who it was that she had rammed into, the girl smiled before standing. Once on her feet, she extended a hand to a bewildered Yang. In a daze, she took it, and was helped up. The girl's strength definitely surprised her.
"What do you think you're doing here? Are you looking for a fight? Because if you are-" The blonde was stopped by a finger being pressed against her lips. The ice cream-themed girl gestured to one of the booths that were scattered around the club, making a motion as if asking if she wanted to sit down.
An incredible amount of thoughts ran through Yang's head at that moment, but the one that prevailed was definitely one of the more civil ones.
"Sure."
Smiling, the girl sat down in one of the seats. Yang sat across from her, and she noticed more about the girl. She seemed to wear a relatively formal attire, but something that definitely seemed easy to fight in. She was significantly shorter than most people, and Yang seemed like a giant in proportion to her. However, she definitely had the curve- wait, did she just think that?
For the second time that night, she was drawn out of her thoughts by the girl before her. This time, she was extending a pad of paper to her. Taking it, the blonde read the message.
Hello. First off, I want to apologize for my actions earlier. I'd just like to say that I wasn't fighting you or your friends out of choice, but simply to help my employer.
"So Torchwick hired you?" The blonde asked. The girl nodded and scribbled something else down.
He did hire me, but he's more like family to me. Personally, I don't like what he's doing or a profession, but I'm inclined to help him so he isn't killed. Yang nodded in understanding before slipping into silence. After a bit, she asked another question.
"So, uh, you have a name?" The girl smirked and wrote gracefully on the paper.
Neo. Neo Politan. And you are?
"Yang Xiao Long. It's…. it's nice to meet you, Neo." She smiled. Neo smiled back before writing on the sheet again.
So, Yang, do you come here often? Yang chuckled.
"Are you hitting on me?"
Perhaps. Neo grinned. Yang laughed openly at that.
"Well, I've been here once or twice. I've gotten to know the owner pretty well…"
-oo00oo-
Ruby sighed, looking around. It'd been a solid hour since she had banished Yang to the dance floor, and she was starting to get worried. Just as she was about to call her sister, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Whipping around, she saw the beaming face of her sister.
"Yang! What're you so happy about?"
"Well, I kinda met someone, and we're heading out. Do you getting back to Beacon on your own?"
"Huh? Sure, but-"
"Great! See you tomorrow!" Yang grinned, hugging her sister quickly before making her way out of the club. It was only after her sister moved that Ruby knew which girl in particular Yang was talking about.
Neo locked eyes with Ruby, giving a friendly wave. Ruby awkwardly waved back, and the girl skipped after the blonde. Confused, Ruby turned around.
"Hey, bartender. Get me something strong, I need to think about my life for a bit."
So there you go! Sorry about the short chapter, but what did you think? Good? Bad? Let me know!
So I was talking to my sister about ships once, and I mentioned Neo and Yang, and she asked what the name was. I said that a popular one was Baked Alaska, and she responded with "I think Melted Ice Cream would work better." And that's how I got the title.
This is Knight Of Rogues, signing out for now! Peace!
