This is my collection of daily drabbles from the 4th round of RWBY Relationship Week! You roll two random characters names on a generator, then write a fic about them!
A/N: None of these chapters relate to the others.
Day 1: Yang / Neo
Genres: Drama/Suspense.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.
Chapter 1. Stalemate
Finally.
This was what they'd been waiting for - another rematch.
It had been months since their last encounter on the train, months since Yang had been entirely and thoroughly humiliated at losing to the likes of Neo.
But she'd been careless then, hot-headed, and impatient. She'd fought only with her body and not with her mind. She'd simply acted like a loose cannon, aiming punches and kicks that only met air every time.
But not this time.
She wouldn't be bested - not again.
Not by her.
After meticulous research, Yang and her team had scoped out the White Fang hideout Torchwick and his henchmen were presently based at. Yang's eyes had gone straight to Neo, following the movements of her tiny stature as she scurried around behind Roman, the chocolate-strawberry swirl of her hair bouncing behind her.
The four in hiding were still for a while, using their vantage point from the rooftop to map out the large room below them. Once they'd silently established what were the safest and most easily-accessible escape routes, Ruby gave the command to move.
Their infiltration was anything but silent; they weren't aiming for stealth today, but all-out chaotic ambush. Destruction was on the menu, and they were ready for it.
The glass of the windows shattered beneath their boots, and almost instantly afterward, bullets were slicing toward them. Shouts rang out above the din of clashing metal as the White Fang members dropped the crates of weapons they'd been piling up and turned their attention to the girls.
Yang went instantly for Neo, plowing through a stream of Faunus with ease to reach her target.
Neo seemed to have Yang on her radar as well, and she wasn't at all opposed to the surprise appearance.
Yang gave a holler as she leapt high into the air, trying to get a head start from the get-go of the fight. But Neo opened her parasol and blocked her with ease, kicking off to send Yang back a dozen yards.
But the deflection was only a minor setback for Yang, if that.
With a smirk, she ran forward yet again, throwing a flurry of kicks and punches. Neo moved smoothly, her body snaking around Yang's fists and boots like liquid. Yang could never land a hit.
But this time, neither could Neo.
Every stab she thrusted at the blonde met only with air, and when she realized that, it ticked her off a bit. Her smile faded into a firm line, lips pursed, and she gave a spin, slashing at her opponent.
Yang laughed and dodged her again, then grabbed the length of the parasol and gave a mighty shove. Neo stumbled, but utilized the shift of balance to turn it into a cartwheel, then jumped back to her feet.
She was still pissed, though.
Yang was smug to notice as much.
"Now you know how it feels," she growled. "Now you know how I felt the last time we fought. Only, Iwasn't getting my ass kicked at my home base. I imagine that must be a bit embarrassing, isn't it? Youwould know."
Neo's lips curled into a snarl as she charged. She used her semblance, leaving Yang to shatter a mere image of her as she flashed to the blonde's blindside. Neo struck out, but again, Yang managed to fend her off with a roundhouse kick.
It was several expeditious minutes of disorienting movements.
Neo's form shattered time and time again at Yang's knuckles, and Neo could feel every torrid punch the brawler threw her way.
Their battle was faster than the eye to follow - breathless, intense, and deadly. One wrong move would decide a victor and a victim.
The building around them was exploding with other battles as well, bullets flying, fires raging, ice and petals and shadows and bloodshed.
But Neo and Yang only focused on each other - on winning. They didn't pay any heed to the rest of the world-
-until simultaneous shouts reached their ears.
"Yang!"
"Neo!"
The yells caused them both to pause mid-fight, both canceling their designated attacks and instead jumping back, putting a wide distance between them.
Yang looked back over her shoulder, gaze flicking around for the spot where Ruby's cry had come from. She found her sister not far off with Weiss at her side. Between them was Blake, and even from this distance, Yang could see the blood leaking down her partner's legs.
The second she saw her team, Yang knew the urgent message in their eyes: it was time to go.
Neo had also located Roman amongst a crowd of White Fang members. She didn't mind the sight of blood on anyone else - in fact, she rather enjoyed the sight.
But seeing Roman with a deep red gash on his arm was enough to make her hesitate. He met her eyes and winced before lifting his chin, a silent signal to retreat to his side.
Both girls' gazes met once more - burning crimson and heterochromatic pink-and-brown.
They didn't speak, but they didn't need to. They could both read the other well enough.
Their partners were injured.
Their battle could wait until another day.
Neither would postpone this for just any insignificant reason, and they both knew as much.
But they both had their priorities, even above putting the other in her place.
Their first encounter had ended in Neo's retreat, and the second had left Yang unconscious. They each had a win in their books, but today ended in a draw.
They shared one last glare, another unspoken promise:
This isn't over.
And then, they each turned away and hurried to their respective partner's sides, falling back so they may fight again another day.
A/N: Only my second shot at these two ^^;
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