Hey readers! So this is my first FanFic. Go easy on me please XD. Depending on the reaction I get from this, I might keep this going. I guess we'll see! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Yang Xiao Long, captain of the Beacon women's lacrosse team, was currently alone on the field in the center of a stadium. Her team were all off on a trip to Vacuo for a game, but Yang stayed back: she had more pressing matters to deal with. Grimm had been terrorizing villages, attacking the walls, and reproducing much more often than usual. Something was up, and she needed to figure out what.
After several consecutive weeks of taking jobs protecting the outer cities, and villages from the Grimm, Yang was loosing her cool. Her grades were dropping, she was loosing focus, and ,most importantly, her partner was picking up on this. Thats right: she wasn't that naïve. She knew that Blake was worried about her. Even after offering reassuring words to her fellow huntress-in-training, Blake wouldn't ease up on her.
Cleats digging into the turf, she banished any thoughts from her head, and picked up her goalie stick. Sauntering to a nearby wall, she began repetitively bouncing a ball to herself. Thoughts came rushing back before she could stop them.
'Yang?'
…
'Yang. Talk to me.'
'Whats up kitty hat?'
'Hat?'
'You want to talk about hats?'
'Wha- No!' Blake gently climbed her partner's bunk bed and sat down near her limp body. Bags hung from her normally stunning eyes. This was something Blake had never seen before: Yang wasn't telling her something. Yang scrunched her face ever so slightly when she sat up to meet Blake. She must have been going through… pain? Yang in pain? Since when did that happen?
Blake stroked her fingers against her partner's soft face, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ears. Yang held her gaze as their eyes interlocked. She was trying desperately to keep her eyes from changing crimson. Blake, however, picked up on this. She slowly leaned in and wrapped her arms around the girl. Yang seemingly melted into her embrace, and placed her head on Blake's shoulder. They sat like that for what seemed like forever. Eventually, Blake pulled back and cupped her partner's face in her hands.
'Yang. What. Is. Wrong.'
Yang was yanked out of her thoughts when her lacrosse ball flew into her temple.
"Shit." She cursed as she held her head. She dropped her stick, and crouched down in the turf. Still clutching her cranium, Yang curled up into a ball and laid on the artificial ground.
'N-nothing' She stuttered.
'We both know your lying.'
Yang sighed and looked down, avoiding Blake's worried gaze. There was no way she was getting out of this one unscathed.
'I... I just... uh...' Think, Yang, think! 'I don't really want to talk about it.' Great job, Yang. Not suspicious at all.
Blake paused for a moment, choosing her next words carefully.
'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but know that I'll always be here if you decide to.'
Yang rapidly nodded her head before Blake pressed their foreheads together. Her partner blushed ever so slightly and squirmed at the sudden contact.
When Yang opened her eyes, she noticed that the sun had set, and she was still laying on the center of the field. She rolled into a kneeling position and stretched her stiff muscles. How long have I been laying here? She wondered. Yang pulled her scroll out of her pocket. 11:23… yikes.
She contemplated going back to her dorm to spend another inevitably sleepless night laying in bed, staring at the blank ceiling. No, She thought, there's no way I'm going back to sleep now. She struggled to pick herself up. Her mussels ached from the constant workouts. After rising to her wobbly feet, Yang collected her lacrosse gear, and headed for the gym.