Cherish, by its very definition, means to care for. To love and protect. The word alone symbolizes trust.

Whether it be used when describing Blake with her endless collection of novels or Ruby with her extensive knowledge of weaponry, every student and faculty member at Beacon had their own special preferences that they held dear. Some ranged from being physical, material, or sometimes even sexual means of finding adoration. Acceptance...Happiness.

Of course depending on who you asked, some had much guiltier pleasures then others.

At least that's what Yang liked to assume. Truthfully the entire week alone was beginning to weigh heavily on her thoughts.

It had been a few days prior. Lunch was uneventful as far as "normal" days could go. The multiple teams compressed inside of the large dinning hall each were so engrossed in one another it seemed not one among the masses saw the need to even glance at anyone outside of their immediate groups. An odd, but not unheard of pattern some days fell into. Especially on mission free weeks.

At one end of the boring spectacle, Nora had her body practically draped over the entire length of a table. Singing loudly in an off tune bellow that touched the ceiling in it's volume. Much to the rest of Team JNPR's chagrin.

Especially a certain pink streak in his hair huntsman.

"OH WON'T YOU STAY WITH ME?! CAUSE LIE YOU'RE ALL I NEED."

Had anyone cared enough to stare at the odd act of proclamation, they may have even seen a rare form of a fire like blush covering the usually collected boy's face. Though the lack of attention the belting received could have been due to the fact that this wasn't the first time the small girl had taken it upon her self to prove just how much she cared about her "Ren-y".

All the while Pyrrha continued to remind...and physically force Jaune to breathe in between each of the large shovels of food he continuously crammed into his mouth. Apparently "choking" was not a dire concern when it came to Taco Tuesday.

Too invested in her boyfriend's poor eating habits, the redhead had barely so much as sent a small smile over at her friend's horrid attempts of serenading the red faced Lie Ren. Though she did suppress her own snickers when the dark haired member halfheartedly smiled past his embarrassment and mouthed a quick "love you too" to Nora.

The entire scene was not even remotely unusual for anyone.

Not very far away from Team JNPR, sat some of the upperclassman. Among them sat Team CFVY, who all were chatting idly with one another.

Well mostly chatting.

Velvet appeared, to the outside viewer at least, that she was "listening" attentively to Yatsuhashi and Fox's epic classroom tale of accidentally setting Professor Port's chair ablaze. However if you looked past the smile the bunny faunus was giving, someone may have noticed that Velvet was practically hiding behind her carton of carrot juice. Or perhaps they would see her ears occasionally twitch while her slowly flustering face heated up like a ticking time bomb.

It seemed though that the only one who was noticing the young girl's growing agitation was the very leader that was causing it. In fact, Velvet would go as far as to say her girlfriend was getting off on the entire situation.

Laughing right on time to the ending of the story, the small faunus reminded herself to verbally reprimand Coco later over the fact that running her hand across the other's thigh during a public conversation was "NOT" at all cute or appropriate.

Until then though, Velvet would suffer and continue to pretend she had any interest in the boys' morning adventure. And Coco would continue to smile like an innocent soul. Again nothing out of the ordinary.

It seemed as though these seemingly erratic everyday acts were almost like rerunning shows of the same performance. And just like every overdone sitcom or movie plot ever written, Yang grew bored of watching it.

Don't get her wrong, some days when they weren't facing life or death battles against creatures from the pits of hell, the blonde did enjoy the boredom of everyday life. It just so happened that today wasn't one of those days.

Same old JNPR, CFVY, and RWBY. Same old lectures. Same old, same old, yada yada yada. Where was the thrill? Sure there had been quiet weeks once or twice in her time at Beacon, but the peace never lasted THIS long. Not ever!

Yang wasn't complaining per say...but having the attention span of a fish had it's downsides when there wasn't a constant goal in mind. Especially when her ears lost their will to listen, once again, to the fantastically gripping story of "How Weiss accidentally froze over half of her father's mansion when she was 6 years old".

Her hopes of finding entertainment by observing some small comedic display from one of the surrounding teams though, were dashed. It seemed as though fate had decided to play nice and give all the young trainees a well deserved break. If by break you meant what the blonde considered mellow, boring, and downright painful to sit through.

Just her luck she supposed that the world couldn't constantly be in peril, as twisted as that might sound.

For a moment the oldest girl had gone as far as to consider starting another food fight just like the one Nora had initiated last month. All it would take was one good hit at JNPR and the chips would fall exactly where she intended to bid.

However the sudden mental image of Professor Goodwitch having to storm in and repair the damages of their rough housing again caused an immediate reconsideration.

Plan A: ABORT ABORT! ANGRY DICTATOR WARNING

Finally having accepted her fate of waiting through another thrill-less lunch break, Yang had only been half a second away from returning her complete attention to Team RWBY's discussion when something outside caught her eye.

It had been only a flash, but there was no mistaking such a palette of colors.

Not even a carton of walking Ben and Jerry's would be seen wearing such a loud explosive mix of pink, brown, and white. Hell not even she could hallucinate such a combination.

Standing abruptly, feigning having left her scroll back in her last lecture hall, Yang all but sprinted out of the dinning hall. Praying that who she had seen walk by hadn't managed to get very far. Also she sent a small plea to the skies that she wouldn't knock the doors off their hinges in her haste to get out.

After making it, damage free, past the wooden barriers, the blonde physically felt her blood begin to boil. Her eyes had been correct in their fleeting analysis. There in the center of the campus court, seemingly giving not so much as one care to the fact that she was in broad daylight 20 yards away from nearly 500 in-training hunts(wo)men, stood Neo.

Smirk, parasol, and all.

Now Yang may have been once and awhile called "hot headed", both literally and figuratively. But never before had the young girl been so positive that if even one leaf fell to the ground at this second the whole school could possibly go up in flames. She was on trigger edge right now. She was that furious.

This was her haven, her home away from home, and yet this girl had wandered in past every perceivable security detail without even chipping a nail.

She made the blonde girl's skin prickle in nerves.

Without wasting anymore time, the taller woman began to march forward. Clutching her hands into such tight fists that the machinery along her wrists and palms began to bend slightly.

Yang despised this girl. She hated everything there was to hate about a human being. She hated her smile full of self confidence, her parasol with it's stupid pink and white frill, that god damn bow she always did after successfully kicking her ass, her stupidly perfect hair, the way her eyes would shift and change like a god damn magic act.

She. Hated. Neo.

At least that's what the molten flame igniting her red eyes would say to anyone witnessing the current spectacle. For their own safety the blonde hoped any curious bystanders ran while they still could. Beacon could become an inferno at any minute now.

Past each intense moment feet stomping closer to where she stood, the smaller of the duo waited patiently.

In fact Neo barely moved a single inch as her former punching bag stormed closer and closer. Eyes red with rage. The illusionist merely batted her eyes coyly. Her gloved hands remaining politely fixated on her colorful weapon. She used her parasol to block out the blinding sun rays until finally she was able to crane her head upwards to lock eyes with the taller woman.

Though there was quite a sizable sight the enemy could have taken advantage of had she kept her gaze leveled...quite a large view indeed.

Smiling sweetly with a slight added curve to her left side showing her own measure of taunting, Neo allowed her eyes to shift to brown and pink. Teasing much like a predator did to it's prey. The deja vu in this very moment would have been humorous had they been on a train like before. But this time, Yang waited for the other to throw the first punch.

"You've got a lot of nerve-"

Before the blonde could finish, the multi-colored assailant held up a single hand. Silencing the other with a flick of her wrist moving upwards so that a single card remained up between her index and middle finger. Where it had come from? It was anyone's guess.

A sudden burst of light allowed Neo to vanish in the blink of an eye. The only thing left behind was a slip of paper, along the back were 7 neatly printed on digits to a scroll number.