Blake Belladonna had no idea what she was listening to. True, she was overly familiar with mechanical parts and construction, she did build Gambol Shroud herself, but anything with an engine was lost on her. Unfortunately, this was her girlfriend's expertise and Yang was all too excited to talk about it. Blake found it oddly fitting that with Ruby and Yang both being sisters, that they both had their own projects they were endlessly tinkering with. For Ruby, it was her beloved weapon Crescent Rose, but for Yang, it was her motorcycle, Bumblebee. Blake lost count at how often Yang would spend entire weekends in the Beacon Academy garage, adjusting and meddling with her motorbike to squeeze every last bit of power and speed out of it.
"...and when the turbocharger is fully installed, this baby should see a speed increase of five to ten miles per hour, depending on how clean the air intake is," Yang said, beaming proudly.
"Yeah, I mean, who wouldn't want clean, uh, air intake? I mean, I know I wouldn't survive without clean air," replied Blake, too anxious to look up from her book. Yang just chuckled and gave the golden-eyed Faunus a kiss between her cat ears.
"You are absolutely adorable when you try to pretend you're interested." she giggled. Blake just blushed, still adjusting to the idea of public affection considering her and Yang and had been a couple for less than two weeks now. Everything still felt weird but in a good way. It would take some time to adjust.
Yang wiped her greasy hands on her yellow and black mechanic coveralls and crouched down to finish installing whatever expensive addition she had purchased, when the room suddenly filled with an explosion of rose petals, signifying that Ruby had made her Semblance-enhanced arrival. However, instead of her normal bubbly, hyperactive self, this version of Ruby looked frazzled, her eyes blood-shot and her combat skirt a disheveled, wrinkled mess. Her black tights were missing, her boots were hastily tied together and her corset and ammo belt were gone too.
"Wow, sis. You look like something Zwei threw up." Yang mocked. Ruby laughed nervously, rubbing the tips of her two index fingers together in an anxious habit.
"Yang, my dear, sweet, beautiful sister! Have I told you lately how much I love and adore you and think you are the wisest, most kick butt, pretty woman in the entire world?" Ruby said, with a fake smile. Yang narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"What did you do, Ruby?"
"Wha-what? What do you mean, my sweet sibling? Just because I say some nice things doesn't mean-"
"Ruby!" Yang exclaimed, cutting her off. "I've literally known you my entire life and I know when you're buttering me up because you're about to break some bad news. Just tell me what it is!"
Ruby sighed and blushed a deep shade of red. She took a hard breath to settle her nerves and then just let it all out, rambling in a high pitched, hysterical version of her normal voice.
"Okay, so you know how me and Weiss' one year anniversary is coming up, right? Right, okay, so I said for our special day, we could do whatever she wanted and I figured she'd want to go to one of those fancy restaurants that are so expensive they don't put their prices on the menu or some weird musical where a fat Viking lady sings in a language no one speaks anymore, but no! She had...other ideas, Yang! More...personal, romantic ideas. Ideas I can't really say out loud..."
Yang was even more confused, dismissing Ruby's concerns with a shrug.
"So Weiss wanted a little anniversary hanky-panky, big whoop. What's the issue?" she said, not understanding her sister's anxiousness. The color drained from Ruby's face as she gulped, Blake thinking she looked like she was next in line for an execution firing squad.
"Well, my sweet, dear sister...you know you told me to never open the 'special' box in your closet? The one you told me if I ever opened you'd kill me and bury my body in the middle of the woods and the police would never find me and even if they did find me that no court in the world would convict you?" Ruby quavered, slightly cowering. Yang's eyes hardened and her fists clenched into tight balls.
"You went into my special box?" she hissed through grit teeth. "First of all, it's password protected, second of all, ew. Whatever you took, keep it. I don't care how many times you wash it, it's been...inside my sister! I can't use that!"
"The password is 'BLAKE469', Yang. It's the same password you use for everything." Ruby scoffed matter-of-factly.
"Wait, that's your password?" Blake said accusingly. Now it was Yang's turn to blush.
"Heh heh, we can uh, talk about this later, Kitty Cat? Maybe after I'm done here with Rubes?" she said, her cheeks getting hot. Blake hmmph-ed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine, but I want to talk about this later."
"And for the record, Yang, I didn't borrow one of those...things. You think I want something that's been inside my sister too? Blech. No. We, uh, borrowed the handcuffs..." whimpered Ruby, her nerves making her awkwardly shift from foot to foot. "It was Weiss' idea! She said she wanted to try something 'bold' and the first thing that popped into my head was the handcuffs."
"I think I'm more concerned on how you know about this box when I don't even know and I'm especially concerned about how you know what's in there." Blake monotoned with a cocked eyebrow.
"I-I f-found it the night we set up our room. I asked Yang if I could borrow her hairbrush and she said it was in a box in her closet." Ruby stammered.
"Yeah, and you found the wrong box," Yang said with a bitter smirk. "That's why I had to password protect it."
"Though apparently, you're a bit too predictable in your passwords," Blake muttered.
"But back to the subject at hand," said Yang, eager to change the subject, "so you borrowed the handcuffs, but why are you upset? I mean, I'm angry you stole my things without asking, but I would have at least lent you those."
"Well, uh, see, that's the thing - I was kinda hoping you maybe had a spare key?" Ruby pleaded.
"You lost the key?! Ruby, I only have one key, that's it! How did you lose it?"
"It's not my fault!" Ruby protested. "I was washing my hands after I was um, done, with Weiss and the key slipped off my thumb and went down the drain!"
"Wait, you were holding on the key while you washed your hands? Why?" asked Blake, now starting to get curious on just what exactly happened.
"I didn't want to lose it!" Ruby whined. "So I held on to it for safe keeping. But if you don't have a spare key, then Weiss is in big, big trouble." Yang's eyes widened as she understood now why Ruby was so panicky and disheveled.
"Ruby...is Weiss still handcuffed to your bed?" she questioned. Ruby just nodded timidly. "Wow, okay, yeah, that is bad. I don't have the key, buttttttt, I do have these bolt cutters in my toolbox. I could use those?"
"ANYTHING! Just please don't hurt my Snowflake! She's in enough pain as it is and her arms are super sore!"
"Oh good, you brought the rest of the team," Weiss grunted bitterly. "Could you not find Port or Oobleck to come too? Maybe Port could entertain us all with riveting tales of how he was once handcuffed to a runaway alpha Grimm and survived by gnawing his own arm off?!" Before she left to go find Yang, Ruby had at least taken the opportunity to put Weiss' bathrobe on her to protect her modesty, but the scattered clothes and underwear all over the floor made it very clear what happened.
"Relax, Ice Queen. I would ask you to restrain yourself, but it looks you beat me to it." Yang said with an impish grin while pointing finger guns at the Heiress. Weiss was not amused.
"Yang Xiao Long, if you do not free me from these horrible things I swear to the gods above I will break this bedpost off and beat you with it!" she snarled. Ruby whimpered like a scolded puppy, but Yang just laughed even harder.
"Easy, easy...here, hold still. Don't want to cut your thumbs off. Aaaaaaaaaand...done. There, all good." she said after snipping the metal chain in half. Weiss gingerly lowered her arms, wincing at how sore and stiff they were. The actual cuffs on her wrists were still locked in but Yang was able to cut those off too with some very careful use of the bolt cutter.
"I'm so sorry, Snowflake!" Ruby gasped, hugging her platinum-haired girlfriend around the neck. "This is all my fault."
"It's not your fault, Ruby," Weiss said, cautiously hugging back as her arms were still angry from their prolonged hanging. "Well, not entirely your fault. You still lost the key, but I suppose I could forgive you..."
"ANYTHING!" Ruby chimed, her eyes wide.
"Well, we're still not done celebrating our anniversary, so I think Yang and Blake should take their leave." the heiress purred. Ruby blushed as red as her cloak and merely nodded.
"Okay, wow, you are totally welcome, Weiss!" Yang snorted sarcastically.
"Yang, don't think I do not appreciate you coming to help me, because I do. But for now, Ruby is my priority and then...I will buy you dinner. How does that sound?" Weiss asked. Yang thought it over, rubbing her chin as the gears in her head started to turn.
"How about you buy both Blake and I dinner? And by buy, I mean, you just give us the lien."
"Deal," Weiss said with a smile. "But in all seriousness - GO!"
Not having to be told twice, Blake and Yang left the RWBY dorm room, the door clicking shut and locking behind them.
"So, about that password..." Blake queried. "Mind explaining to me why you have the numbers 469 at the end of my name?"
"Heh, why don't I show you instead, Kitty Cat."
"Okay, but our dorm room is locked, remember? Your sister and Weiss?"
"Damn. Uh, wanna take a raincheck?"