I am so sorry. When I showed this to a friend, he said "Fuck you" as a review.
This story was based off of one I read online that I'm sure many of you had already read as well.
I don't own RWBY.
Saturday night; Date night for two couples by coincidence. Ruby and Weiss had already left for fine dining and cookies. How Ruby convinced Weiss to take them to a confectioner, a creperie, and a myriad of other sweets and desserts after was an act caused by those sweet puppy eyes that Weiss just cannot say no to. Yang and Blake were only just leaving Beacon, naturally on Yang's motorcycle, Bumblebee. The sun has long-since set on the once-again peaceful city.
The couple had decided on Italian cuisine, a compromise between steak and fish. It was the next best thing for the couple, and there was no need for fancy dresses and, as such, can take their own transportation with little worry. In the short time Yang and Blake have been dating, Blake learned to accept that Yang is a reckless driver on her motorcycle. Blake, with some pleading to and convincing Weiss, will eventually get a car, should this couple go out into Vale more often and at such late hours on weekends.
There are two very good reasons why Blake did not have a helmet. Yang, although an excellent driver, is still the most hazardous thing on any road, except for Grimm and military-grade Mechs that this duo, as did the rest of their team, had learned to fight. The helmet would be for her own safety, although the second reason, and admittedly third reason, why Blake didn't is because she can't. She can't wear a helmet because of the two ears atop her raven-black hair. Helmets, and most hats for that matter, are not initially made for Faunus. Rather, there are Faunus-specific helmets and hats that use less material for the specific requirements of the various Faunus subspecies and each costs more than triple the cost than a "regular helmet".
While this is an infuriating thing to think about, Blake did not let herself succumb to these emotions. Today is a night off with the most wonderful woman she has ever met. The motorcycle roared to life with Yang revving the powerful engine and echoing its roar in the garage. Needless to say, Yang grinned a mighty grin under her helmet.
"Sometimes, I wonder who is the bigger child between you and your sister," Blake teased. A playful nudge from the big blonde earned a small chuckle from both of them, then a small, tender kiss. Blake mounted on the bike, the engine roared once more, the tire screeched in response, and they were off, zooming down the structure, around the tight turns faster than ever before, and the night sky graced their skin once again as they zoomed down the highway.
Blake grew accustomed to the way Yang drives. Those turns make most riders vomit on the way down, but something felt a bit off, even odd tonight.
"The moon looks bigger, doesn't it!?" Yang shouts at Blake, speaking over the roar of the winds and engine.
"Yeah! It does!" Blake replies. The duo continued on the highway, taking a very long path to the restaurant, taking in the nighttime scenery they don't usually view for pleasure. Vale always looks so peaceful at night, with bright and darkened blues and vibrant lights of all colors always making a picturesque scene for any up-and-coming artist. Blake, even at the blinding speed she is being driven on, has always felt comforted by Yang's body. Yang, however, felt colder, contemplative even. The scene was disturbed by dark and lush greens passing-by quickly with another winding turn. The world before her turned to the dark, rich blue of the sea.
"We're going to sail that sea someday!" Blake shouts. Yang had always wanted to explore, and days by the sea with the girl she loves never seemed like a better option. There is just the problem of slowing down. All Yang has done to slow down has been in vain. Thankfully, Blake is mesmerized by the world to not take too much notice. She'll start noticing in town though, and Yang can't keep driving forever.
The detour had to come to a close as Yang took the off-ramp. Once on the streets, Yang blistered through Vale, cutting people off and running lights. Aggressive honking and annoyed drivers barked at the couple zooming down the boulevard.
"Yang! What are you doing!" Blake shouted.
"Do you trust me!?" Yang asked.
"Of course!" Blake was repulsed by the question Yang asked. The repulsion faded into fear as Yang didn't slow down.
"Take my helmet!" Yang commanded.
"Why!? It won't fit!"
"Trust me! You'll be okay! Let go!" Blake reluctantly took her helmet and put it on, feeling a cold fluid on Yang's face. The cat ears grind and ache with each shift of the helmet until it ultimately was on a position that is as comfortable as it will get. Blake was filled with fear by the world now, with Yang acting strange and the city zooming by, but that was not the scariest things about this date. No, it is the end of the road coming up that scared Blake the most. Rapidly coming up is the largest bank in Vale with thick walls and tougher security. The bank is open, judging from the lights and grass and shrubbery shaded out in the open plaza. Blake followed Yang's final instruction, only holding onto Yang's shoulder.
"I love you Blake! I wish we had more time!" Yang shouts again. The fluid is running across her face, into her hair and onto Blake. Yang was crying and Blake saw this now.
Blake tried to speak. Anything at all to help, but Yang took the cat's tongue. In one final and desperate attempt, Yang violently turned Bumblebee, skidding violently and marking the beginning of the path of destruction. The tires hit the curb of the pavement and thrown the Blake off the bike. Blake initially bounced several times on the softer grass and collided with much of the shrubbery.
By instinct, Blake balled up. She hit more than bushes - she hit tree trunks and branches along the way, but the plaza square ran out. Blake kept going, through the large glass windows and smashed through several magnificent decorative columns. Blake eventually skidded into a stop, limp and knocked out by the first column. In these short seconds, Blake left her own bloodied trail of destruction from the curb.
Blake woke up many days later; Blake had been unconscious for 22 days to be exact and she was greeted by the strange sight of a huddled Weiss and Ruby. The duo was silent, passing time for another day in a sterile white room. They were holding each-other waiting for when Blake woke up, comforting each-other for another torturous day of waiting and again considering a few options.
"R- Ruby..." Blake strained to say. Blake only recognized the cape shrouding the two through her blurry vision, the cape as red as always. Blake was numb to everything around her. She could not feel the blankets on her, the pillow under her, or the cast on her leg. The one thing she did feel, however, was the splitting headache that came with such an impact.
"Blake!" Ruby shouted, rushing to hug the injured teammate. Weiss copied this action with both of them beginning to cry once again. "I'm so glad you're okay!" These tears today were joyous, relieving a massive weight from both of their shoulders.
"Wh- What happened?" Blake struggled to say. She would not get her answer until a few days later, once she had been released from the hospital in better condition and informed by Ozpin himself.
"In my years of service and teaching in this city, I have never seen something like this," Ozpin recounted, summarized from a four hour meeting, all of which torturing Yang's poor Blake. "It is plausible that your accident was no accident, Miss Belladonna. The police found the wrecked motorcycle embedded into the wall, but the most frightening thing about it is that there are two straight cuts on the brake lines. Yang's helmet saved your life and she protected you as much as she could. I do not believe in luck as a force, but this event is starting to convincing me otherwise."
There was one thing Ozpin did not dare mention to the emotionally deadened Blake. Yang was found lodged in the wall of the bank and pinned there by the motorcycle. This was a truly gruesome, sickening sight to behold. Flesh intermingled with steel and rebar with bone fragments -very few bones still intact- piercing through the skin. Black and brown fluids contaminated the crimson Yang held, most of it pooled onto the sidewalk; whatever fluid remained cascaded slowly down the scene in a twisted waterfall. The entire impact site was a morbid art piece to an unwilling audience.
Breaking down the impromptu exhibit after few hours had revealed missing machinery and parts, furthering the cause of failure to an extreme. More than having the brake lines cut, the motorcycle was sabotaged and was unable to slow down once it started to move. The exact amount of work done and any evidence as to who may have done it was destroyed with the wall and the bond once between Blake and Yang.
In Blake and Yang's albeit brief relationship, Yang had lied twice to Blake. The first was on that fateful night. "You will be okay." Blake had been haunted by those words, and more by Yang's actions just before. Blake blames herself for Yang's death, always saying she could have done something. Yang sacrificed herself so that Blake can live, and Yang knew long before, during when the pair left the garage, that she could not slow down. Yang concerned herself more with how to let Blake survive rather than the both of them? Whether there was a way this can happen or not was lost with Yang. The second lie is the one that Blake no longer wants to hear from anyone anymore, said during a very intimate moment shared between Blake and the late Yang the night before this travesty.
"We will always be together Blake. I will stand by your side, no matter how bad the world is around us. I will always love you, Kitty Cat. Always and forever."