Chapter One.
Cinder P.O.V.
Breathing. It's something we all do automatically. Our lungs expand and welcome a new expanse of air before releasing again. Over and over we do this, breath in and breath out. A constant continuous loop that if we ever stop...it will mean our end.
A cigarette rested between my fingers, the smoke swirling around me as it disappears through the window, out into the night where it will be forgotten – as everything else will.
My chest rises and falls as I lie here, my body still warm after my recent activity – the body next to me offering no more comfort than what I had already partaken in. I look with golden eyes at her body, something I took for granted. She had emerald hair, all of it cut in a bob except for two ponytails hidden underneath. A smirk slipped across my lips at the fond memory of pulling on the gatherings of long green strands, her whimpers silenced with a moan as I had my fun. To many her hair was just another fashion statement, however I knew she cut her hair like that on purpose, just so I could torment her. Just so I could take pleasure from her pain, and so she could take pleasure from it also.
I allowed myself to rake my eyes over her dark skin, never once wanting to reach out. It was a part of our unspoken arrangement. I would only touch her in the act, not the aftermath. She'd always try to steal touches, press herself against me or attempt to partake in my flesh, however my body is not for her. It never was. She was simply a toy I had my fun with and threw away when I was done. I could do whatever I wanted because I knew she'd always comeback, not that she complained. No, she enjoys it all, relishing in every moment she has my undivided attention.
But once it was all over she'd be lucky to stay awake to watch me leave. Usually she was too exhausted from me using her, pushing her to the brink over and over before throwing her into the oblivion she seeks. At least she can enjoy the reminders of me burning across her skin. Marks that faded with time but were always permanent in her heart.
I take another drag from the cigarette, my attention now wandering elsewhere. I looked out of the window, gazing at the lights that flashed by for brief moments before zooming off to an unknown destination. This was a city that kept going, never stopping to look around and see the filth that lay in it's wake. Drug operations were growing strong with the presence of the White Fang, a street gang I had become very familiar with.
Suddenly the sound of something vibrating against wood alerted me to my phone going off. With a sigh I picked it up, taking yet another drag from my cigarette as I unlocked it, reading the message that filled the screen.
Merc: Deal went well. Your cut will be waiting for you at home.
Straight to the point as usual. I quickly typed a reply before flicking the phone off, taking a final drag before extinguishing the cigarette and slipping out of the bed. I slid on my jeans with ease and shoved my phone in the pocket before walking around the bed. I reached for my red and black flannel and quickly put it on, the buttons almost never ending as I started to button the shirt up.
I was sat on the bed, halfway done with my shoes before I felt the bed shift, and a familiar naked body pressed against my back. Her arms wrapped around my neck loosely, trying to keep me here and yet allowing me to leave.
"Leaving so soon?" she asked, although we both knew it was rhetorical.
I simply continued to slip on my second boot, lacing it up as I had done so many times before.
I heard her sigh before she spoke again, "Cinder, you know you can stay. You don't have to go straight after-" that's where I stopped her.
"Emerald. You know how it is. I have no obligation to stay, therefore I won't" I spoke with a tone guaranteed to send shivers down her spine.
I stood, breaking from her grasp before walking away, knowing she would sit back and hold back tears as I leave. Yes, I know what I do to her and you know what? I don't care.
I pulled my jacket from the hooks besides the front door, the leather a welcome feeling under my fingertips before I pulled it on. With a slam our night once shared had ended, both of us now alone on opposite sides of the door. I waited, silent as a mouse before I heard it. The sound of crying, muffled and yet crystal clear.
Satisfied with my work, I stepped away onwards to find home, a place where I rest my head when I wasn't ruining lives or attending to my education. The evening chill crept in, but I didn't show any sign of it bothering me as I walked along the pavement of a deserted street. I simply reached into my jacket and pulled a metal cigarette case out, flicking my thumb to pop it open. As I picked a cigarette, popping it between my lips and snapped the case shut I looked up from where I was walking and stared further down the street where I knew someone was staring back at me. It seemed someone was always staring, but they each had different reasons.
It didn't matter to me, in fact sometimes I wanted them to look. However at this current moment I wanted to be invisible, one of the crowd where I could blend in with the scenery and walk away without a second glance.
Turning a corner I kept walking on autopilot, my hands searching my pockets for a lighter before miraculously discovering one hidden at the bottom. Fishing it out I quickly lit up the cancer stick, and continued on my merry way.
Ruby P.O.V.
With a yawn I leaned back in my chair, my hand sore from writing and my eyes burning from staring at page after page after page. It didn't matter if there were the occasional diagrams to help demonstrate something, there were too many words for my liking.
Never-the-less I persevered and have finished this gruelling torture at a sensible time. It was quarter to eleven, meaning Yang would be home in a little under and hour.
Although because it was a Sunday Yang was actually probably sending students home instead of trying to come home herself. This was to get the students some sleep rather than wallow in her bar, drinking the night away. The bar was near campus, and so was a hot spot for young patrons, of course since Yang was such a good person, it was almost her job to send students home at a decent time.
Also since it was Sunday Yang closes the bar early and knowing that, it would be prime time for her and her girlfriend – the ever silent Neo- to return together.
Neo wasn't actually always silent, I had heard her laugh plenty of times with Yang, and we've spoken a few times. She was genuinely nice and I liked her, however she was a quiet- mostly reserved- person. Although she does make Yang happy and makes my sister light up like a Christmas tree every time she enters a room, so I don't mind her quiet nature.
She and Yang met a bit over a year ago, maybe more than that actually. Neo came into the bar and became a frequent so it was inevitable she and Yang would strike up a conversation. One thing led to another and now they're a couple. Of course my favourite aspect being their height difference – I'm still waiting to catch Yang doing push ups with Neo sat on her back reading a magazine.
With a huff I pulled my self from my musings and leaned forward, snapping my books shut and stacking my papers to the side for the morning. I stood shakily, my legs begging to be stretched from sitting for so long. Moving to my tip toes I stretched my limbs, the tension leaving almost instantly before I returned to ground level. My first instinct was to go turn off the light, however the tempting bed I have become so fond of beckoned me closer. Like the push over I was I allowed my body to fall, knowing I would land in a ocean of blankets.
Almost as quickly as I lay down I already felt sleep overcome me, telling my senses the day was over and a new one awaited me.
With one final yawn, I began to doze off. The last thing flickering through my mind being the excitement for a new day to begin, and the new challenges that would await me.
Third Person
Yang stood at the bar, wiping down the last part of the counter before she'd lock up. It was a long day, but it was a satisfying one as usual. The blond smiled to herself, proud of the hard work she had accomplished. Three glasses were broke, no fights broke out and for once no furniture was damaged for the whole week. Now that was an achievement in her books – especially since most of her patrons were hormonal teens who could do anything at any moment from have an argument to a full blown fist fight. Although if anything happens Yang or someone else would sort the commotion out. Last time there was a fight Sun literally leapt over the bar and threw the guys out in seven seconds flat. There was a zero tolerance for fights in the Xiao Long Bar and grill.
With one final motion Yang completed her task and set the rag down under the counter. The bar was quiet save for the sounds of her boots as she walked around the bar, grabbing her jacket and messenger bag before leaving.
As she flicked the lights off she slid on her jacket, her hand's were juggling her bag expertly before she rummaged through its contents. Her hand came in contact with keys and she grinned, victory hers as she pulled the keys out and stepped out into the street. The cool night's air hit her instantly and she felt a breeze blow her hair slightly. It was a nice night, she decided.
Yang turned to the door, locking it as she had done many nights before – a routine engraved in her mind. With a click, it was locked and Yang threw her keys back into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder.
As if on cue, a car pulled up – the driver's window rolling down to reveal a familiar pink and brown haired woman. She grinned at Yang as the blond strolled over.
"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I drive around the block one more time?" Neo asked, earning a chuckled from the blonde leaning down.
"You've been waiting to use that all night haven't you?" Yang laughed.
"Guilty as charged" Neo smiled before leaning up,Yang's lips meeting hers as they kissed sweetly.
When they separated Yang smiled one last time before saying, "Let's go home"
She walked around the car, taking her seat next to Neo and putting on her seatbelt as they drove off.
It was a relatively short drive but was filled with Yang acting like the fool once again. Several minutes later they arrived at the house, Neo relieved she wouldn't have to endure any more of Yang's puns – which Neo started.
"One more!" Yang laughed as she stepped out of the car.
"No! I was ready to throttle you when you sang the pun song" Neo grumbled, red tinting at her cheeks showing she secretly enjoyed it.
"But I'm so punny, you love me" Yang grinned causing Neo to roll her eyes and walk towards the house. The blonde laughed and obediently followed, slipping her hand into Neo's as they walked together. For a brief moment there was a silence looming over them, however when Neo squeezed Yang's hand to show some affection, they instantly reverted back to normal, no more teasing tonight.
"So did your new camera arrive?" Yang asked her girlfriend, the mood already returning to a comfortable one.
"Unfortunately not, I've actually been itching to get some scenery shots before the seasons change" Neo sighed, slightly irritated her package didn't arrive.
Yang squeezed Neo's hand slightly as she opened the door for Neo first, the smaller woman smiling at the action.
"Well it'll arrive soon don't worry Neo, and besides we both know you'd rather take pictures of me" Yang winked seductively, leaning against the wall as if to show her body off.
Neo merely quirked an eyebrow before responding.
"While that is true at least I get to touch the real thing whenever I want" she grinned, slipping her arms around Yang's neck, pulling the blonde down slightly.
"Would now be one of those times?" Yang asked, her arms encircling Neo's waist as she tilted her head with a smirk.
"Yes" the smaller woman responded before standing on her tip toes to kiss her lover, the blonde instantly responding and pulling her closer.
They stayed like that for a while, their lips moving in synch as their hands held the other close. Neither women could pull away, the sparking passion between them slowly building up as hungry lips begged for more and more until they broke away – both panting slightly as they stared into the other's eyes.
"We should definitely take this upstairs" Yang commented, her heavy breaths and lustful eyes begging Neo for them to progress.
"You said it" Neo responded before capturing Yang's lips again and dragging the blond away.
A/N: Hai! So I want to write a RWBY fic, and what's better than trash shipping?
Some of the pairings will be:
Ruby x Cinder,
Yang x Neo,
Blake x Weiss,
Sun x Neptune,
Ren x Nora
and so on.
This will probably be a long fic so stay tuned!
Also, it'll be pretty shameless so just saying I won't shy away from smut. It won't be in all the time but when it is it'll either be a snippet or a full blown LEMON. Peace out!~
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