Summary: (Post-Battle of Beacon) Yang can't seem to stop thinking about Blake for a second, even on Christmas day. Bumblebee/Yangst. ALL ABOARD THE FEELS TRAIN!
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away.
Yang lay on her bed, eyes wide open. On an ordinary day, she would've been awake, sitting at the table downstairs at breakfast with Ruby as their father made pancakes. She would've heard Ruby downstairs at this moment, trying to find where Taiyang had hidden the gifts this time. Today was different. Today was Yang's first Christmas away from Beacon. From Team RWBY. From Blake.
They say that when you lose someone, the first Christmas is always the hardest. That wasn't necessarily true for Yang. She didn't feel sad. Just numb. Cold. Empty. Even though Ruby and her dad were there for her, Yang couldn't just tell them 'Oh, hey, by the way guys, I fell in love with Blake. Now she's gone. Oh well!' with a smile on her face. She just couldn't give up on Blake like she was nothing. But Blake had, so why shouldn't she?
A spark of hatred where there was once a flame of desire burned inside the Huntress-in-training.
Yang slammed her fist into the wall. She screamed, her eyes turning from a soft shade of lilac purple to a deep, burning, fiery red. She punched the wall again. And again, and again, and again. Over, and over, blond hair whipping back and forth, red eyes turning even darker still.
She drew back her aching fist to punch the wall again, and collapsed into a ball on the floor, sobbing.
A torrent of tears cascaded down her face. For the first time in months, Yang truly cried. And Blake ran she thought She ran. She's gone. Just like Mom. Like Weiss. Like Raven. Like Beacon. Like Ozpin. Like my arm. Yang sobbed even harder You're so cruel, Blake. To leave me for a world of your own. How could you?
Today was Christmas, Yang realized. Last Christmas, Blake had gotten Yang a huge amount of chocolate, along with a card that said You're my one and only, let us never part from each other's embrace. How ironic. "Are you happy, Blake?" She yelled "Are you happy without me?"
She looked over at the card from last Christmas. She screamed with fury, ran to the bedside table, and ripped the card into pieces.
Ruby came running in. "Yang? Yang are you alright? Talk to me Yang, what is it?"
All Yang could do was sob. She couldn't speak, couldn't scream, just cry.
Cry like the broken husk of a warrior she was. Yang looked up at Ruby, her eyes slowly turning back to lilac. Suddenly, she found the strength in herself to speak. She opened her mouth to speak. "Why?"
Why did Mom, Blake, Weiss, Raven go? Why did they leave me?
I'm sorry. Truly I am. I hope you didn't cry. Why writers? Why did you hurt our favorite pun-maker? *sobs* All I wanted was a good, happy volume. But no. Now it's all depressing. On a happier note, I found a cockroach in my school library and named him Qrow. He is running over my keyboard as I write this. He says hi. And I just realized battle of Beacon spells out BOB. Hehehe.