A cabin AU! You're gonna like this one!


These are nice.

With a grin, Yang picked a few white lilies from the vast prairie. After Yang stood, she the smell of nature wafted into her nose as a breeze kissed her cheeks. The sun gazed down at her with a smile, the birds were chirping, and the cicadas were roaring. It was a nice day.

Until the blonde spotted a blanket of dark clouds in the distance.

A storm? I should get going. Don't wanna get caught up in that.

With that thought in mind, she whirled around to head to back to her secluded cabin. At that moment, the wind suddenly accelerated. That compelled her to pick up the pace. A storm was brewing and there was no way she'd get stuck with it.

Her cabin was in view and shouldn't take more than five minutes to get to the safety of inside.

This was the first spring that Yang was here for an extended period of time. Her true home, where Taiyang and Ruby was, was several hours away.

Not so far away was her new cabin. Just a couple of months ago, her mother offered her the place.

Yang figured why not take it? It's a free cabin in the wilderness. Normally, she was surrounded by lots of people and noises. The town's noises. Every now and then, it was nice to get away from it all. The cabin was hers during the spring and no one else's.

She'd only been here for a few days, so she had yet to settle in. The cabin was a little bland for her tastes. She might as well decorate the place. Which is why she was out on the prairie in a floral dress. New flowers would definitely make her new place look more vibrant. White lilies would fix that.

She kept walking with a handful of white lilies. With every breeze, Yang got a delectable whiff of the flowers. On the plus side, they'd also make the cabin smell nicer. Like nature instead of wood. With that thought in mind, the blonde kept walking.

Before she realized, the cicadas ceased their songs. The birds no longer chirped. Only the sounds of a rougher breeze could be heard. Until there was a sharp whinny noise. It sounded like it belonged to an animal. It was in the distance, so Yang squinted her eyes. Sure enough, there was a random white horse trotting around the prairie.

In the few days that Yang had been here, she hadn't seen any wild horses. Wild horses ran with herds, right? And they certainly didn't look that clean or trimmed. And they definitely didn't have saddles.

That's odd, Yang thought when she spotted the saddle. Where's the rider?

Briefly, Yang glanced around the flat land. There was nothing but flowers, vibrant trees, and dandelions that rustled in the breeze. Certainly, no person.

The air dropped several degrees. The sky swirled with gray and blackness, and numerous clouds loomed overhead. The storm was almost here. The rain would spill over any moment.

Approach it slowly, Yang told herself. Maybe the horse can help me find the rider or is near them. Getting caught in the storm would be awful.

To let the horse know she was present, Yang let out a calm whistle. Instantly, the pure white horse stopped grazing and whipped its head up to meet her soft gaze.

"Hey, bud," the blonde used a soft voice as she stepped closer to the steed. The animal didn't move or look scared, so she took that as a good sign. "Where's your owner?"

In response, the horse neighed.

As Yang inched closer, she realized how majestic this animal looked. The white hair was perfectly trimmed. The mane on its neck was neatly brushed and braided to perfection. The bushy tail was recently brushed, so it was puffy. Whoever owned this horse definitely spoiled it.

The closer Yang got, the more unsettled the horse became.

"It's okay," Yang murmured as she held up her hands to show she wasn't a threat. "You're fine. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I just wanna know who owns you? Did you escape your enclosure?"

Another sharp whinny.

"Ugh," Yang mildly groaned. "You're not Zwei. You're not gonna magically know what I'm saying, huh?"

All the steed did was go back to grazing. The animal must've determined that Yang was no threat and didn't mind her presence. Taking that as permission, Yang set a hand on the horse's saddle.

"You haven't been out here for long, have you?"

The horse munched on the grass. The steed didn't even look up to acknowledge her. Good, at least this was a chill horse and not one that spooked easily.

"Wanna come to my place?" Yang asked kindly. "I gotta shed for you. You probably don't wanna get rained on."

After she said that, the white stallion whipped around and darted away faster than Yang could even think.

"W-wait up!" Yang yelped as she bolted after the troublesome animal. "Where're you goin'!?"

To her surprise, the horse stopped in its tracks when it arrived at a particularly broad tree. The blonde wasn't planning on chasing the animal for long, but after it stopped so suddenly, it made her curious.

Why did he...

Interested as to why the horse skidded to a halt, Yang darted over. Along the way, she heard the grass crunching. Like someone was struggling. There were a few fragile grunts of effort that lingered.

"There, there, Storm. I'll manage…"

That was a different voice. A feminine one. It sounded exhausted. That compelled Yang to get to the bottom of the mystery of who it belonged to. Whoever she was, must've been the horse's owner. And she must've been in trouble if she sounded like she was struggling.

That's when Yang approached cautiously. That was the first-time lilac met azure.

"H-hey," Yang greeted in a soft voice. "Are you okay?"

What immediately caught Yang's attention was that this mystery girl's white cloak was stained red. On the front of her right shoulder, there was a slash that tore through her clothing and skin.

In response, the girl grunted and grimaced. Like she was in too much pain to acknowledge Yang's presence.

The girl was leaning against a tree trunk. Her expression was one of distress, and her white-hair matched her horse's perfectly. Her eyes were a piercing blue. It almost felt like they reached into Yang's soul. It was then that Yang realized the fright in them.

"G-get away from me!"

It sounded like the white-haired girl choked on her words. Like she was speaking out of pain. In response, Yang took a step back, trying to appear as less intimidating as possible.

The girl struggled to stand and ended up stumbling before clinging to the tree trunk behind her for dear life. Despite her franticness, her steed remained calm. As if her life depended on it, the frantic girl grabbed her rapier from behind her and poised it at Yang threateningly.

"Woah, woah! There's no need for violence," Yang said and switched to a nurturing voice. This girl needed medical attention immediately and she was going to get it whether she wanted it or not. "I'm not gonna hurt you. What happened to you? Why can't you walk? Why's your shoulder so banged up?"

When the blonde advanced a single step to examine her injuries, the white-haired girl tightened the grip on her rapier, although it was shaky.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Okay," Yang held up her hands. "I just want to help."

The girl seemed intrigued by her words. For a moment, she fought off the grimace and squinted like she couldn't see Yang properly. "H-how do I know you're not one of them?"

"One of who?"

In that split second, the white-haired girl appeared to conclude that Yang wasn't a threat. Instead, the blonde stranger was genuinely concerned for her well-being.

Relief sparked in those blue eyes before they fluttered shut. Luckily, Yang caught her before she could collapse on the grass. The sound of the rapier thudding on the harsh ground rang out.

"W-woah!" Yang tightened her grip on her. "Hey, snap out of it!"

Blood coated Yang's palms as she adjusted herself. The girl no longer adorned a grimace and her face was peaceful like she was just resting, but Yang knew that wasn't true. The girl in her arms was draining of color due to blood loss. Not to mention she felt like an icicle.

"Oh man, this is bad."

A neigh. The blonde gazed at the concerned horse next to her.

"Storm, was it?"

The horse was too busy staring at his unconscious owner.

"She's gonna be fine," Yang reassured softly. "I hope… follow me, okay?"

The first droplets from the sky fell.

The animal trotted alongside Yang, who carried the injured girl bridal style back to her cabin.


Please be okay.

That was probably the thousandth time Yang said that to herself.

Worriedly, Yang gazed down at the girl on her bed. She looked so beat-up. The white cloak didn't help matters. It was green from the forestry and red from the blood. It took a few minutes, but Yang finally wiped off the dry blood from her wound and hair.

There large gash on her shoulder looked like she'd been sliced by a thick blade.

Who hurt her? Assholes.

Yang was baffled by the whole situation. Judging by the mystery girl's appearance, she couldn't be older than her. Possibly the same age.

Wandering thoughts plagued Yang's mind. How'd she end up like this? Who did this? Why was she in the forest in the middle of nowhere? Why were her and her horse separated?

After a light sigh, Yang dabbed a wet cloth on the girl's forehead. With that, she tossed the now-red rag to the side.

Outside, the wind was howling. It sounded like it was hailing. The rain was pouring that harshly. Thankfully, the girl's horse took shelter in Yang's shed that wasn't too far from her cabin. It was pure luck that she was able to get both of them inside before the nastiness began.

Slowly, Yang lifted the girl to sit upright and her head lolled forward. She was careful and treated her like glass.

"Sorry…"

Hesitantly, the blonde tugged down on her blue dress. Before, she had to take off the white cloak to examine her injuries. When the shoulder of the dress slid down a little, Yang was able to tap the wound directly. The blood wouldn't stop seeping no matter what she did.

Come on...

Thinking of a plan, Yang soothed some spare herbs over the gaping wound. Thankfully she was out. Otherwise, this'd hurt.

When that was done, she patched the girl up with a few bandage wraps. It proved to be a challenge to keep her steady while wrapping them around her form. Yang counted her lucky stars that she didn't weigh much at all.

When the bandages were secure, Yang lightly tugged on them to make sure they would stop the bleeding. Concluding the wrapping job was perfect, she gently laid her back down on the mattress. Her head met the soothingly fluffy pillow.

"Okay," Yang sighed in relief. "That's done. Why couldn't you stand...?"

With a meticulous gaze, Yang found the source of the problem. Her right ankle was swollen purple. Darker than a grape. From the sight, Yang cringed. That looked more painful than the gash. Almost.

"Yikes. Maybe a fracture," Yang diagnosed. "You got roughed up."

The blonde felt nothing but pity for the girl. She just hoped she'd tell her what happened whenever she woke up. Hopefully, that'd be soon.

Wanting to get to work, Yang grabbed the bandages from the nightstand and crouched to get at eye level with the injured foot. Like a nurse, she wrapped the bandages around her ankle tightly several times to keep it stationary.

"There we go."

Proud of her work, Yang stood. The girl looked better now that she was patched up. Immensely better. Her white hair pooled all around her in a blanket of snow. From the sight, Yang caught herself blushing.

Woah, she's really pretty.

She was so caught up in the girl's injuries, she had somehow completely missed this. Now she had time to get a good look at her. Whoever this mystery girl was, she was tiny and barely took up any space on her bed.

Yang shook her head to snap herself out of it.

The girl's blue dress was covered in dry blood. She might want a new outfit to wear when she wakes up. It took Yang a bit, but she found some clothes for her to wear. They wouldn't fit, but they'd have to do.

A loud rumble. Yang realized it came from her stomach. She'd been so caught up in taking care of this girl that she forgot to eat dinner.

I'll make something for her, too. I wonder what she likes.

"I bet you like soup. Who doesn't?"

Obviously, she received no reply. When Yang was sure that everything was taken care of, she enveloped her guest with a few fluffy blankets.

"I'll be back soon."

With that, Yang left her room. She didn't want to, but she and her guest had to eat.

Outside, the rain continued to pour.


This is posted monthy.

Stay dandy,

~Toto