"Lucky we're in love in every way~
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed~
Lucky to be coming home someday~!"

Jason Mraz - Lucky

The wind wiped against golden locks as the Yellow and Black smear in the road that was Bumblebee raced across asphalt, eagerly making its way towards its current destination. Yang absolutely couldn't wait. The sights in the road didn't make that any better, too.

She'd already passed it, but just a mile behind her was the familiar cliff that the gaggle of girls that was the self proclaimed team RWBY spent their time enjoying the sea. Diving contests were held there and my were they amazing!

She already passed it, but just a mile behind her was the familiar cliff where the gaggle of girls - the self proclaimed team RWBY - would spend their time enjoying the sea. Diving in particular, and to be even more precise diving contests.

Her triumphant loud howls that would mark her victory still rang true in her ears, and the ears of her friend Blake - poor faunus had to get her ears check the first time Yang hollered her victory. Of course that was all in the past . . . hopefully. Yang really hoped her best friend wouldn't kill her for that.

Passing it right now the great mangrove tree where Ruby and Weiss came, both skeptical as to where they stand in each other's life and came out, hands firmly clasped together, no longer as best friends and instead lovers.

Yang smirked at the familiar memory of the two introducing the other to her, Weiss' face painted with fear while Ruby's a defiant flare. She warned all that would dare approach her sister with ulterior motives would taste the furry of her fist until not even their eyelids could muster energy to open.

Ruby's face was precious too, it had a bite in it that could cause even her to flinch under. Fortunately Yang was good at keeping a face of mocking confidence even under the heavy gaze of a murderer, so she did just that she smirked at the newly made couple. "No problem there Ruby!" They're faces scrounged up, obviously puzzled "I said bad ulterior motives. And I know Weiss, she won't have any a'dat for ya" After a moment Yang rolled her eyes at the two before enveloping them in an all encompassing bear hug "I'M SO HAPPY FOR BOTH OF YOU~!"

It was about at that point where Weiss and Ruby finally snapped out of their fearful stupor and into the happy and crushing feeling of relief that Yang gave both of them.

"I mean seriously, do you really think I'll actually beat anyone I don't approve for Ruby?" The three shared a laugh in unison, the absurdity of the idea finally dawning at the White-Rose pair . . . "Who am I kidding? I actually will. C'mere you two!" Weiss' face had never been paler.

Now the blonde couldn't help but giggle. Good memories. Good memories, indeed.

Her wild mane of a hair whipped unceremoniously in front of her face. Swerving dangerously close to the pavement, Yang quickly adjusted her center of balance to accommodate for the her new position relative to the ground. Now finding herself racing across the cliff-side roads towards Rural Vale slanted in a forty degree angle across the road. She was like one of those motorbike racers! only more beautiful. And blonde!

She giggled. Though as her hair parted to provide for the use of her eye sight once more, there it was. Shimmering brightly against the sun's rays were the dilapidated, old fishing shack of her uncle. Revving bumblebee once more she sped towards the shack, hoping that the old man would be there to greet her.

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Yang dismounted from the comfort of bumblebee's seat, her boots meeting against the uneven gravel walkway. The shack was way out of the town, and just like its location, you would have to go out of your way to go to the shack. Bringing a car is a good idea, but would prove to be a futile effort upon getting to the mile long, two-person wide gravel walk towards the shack.

Yang smiled in relief, her and bumblebee were just enough to fit through the trail.

It was just a shame that riding it would be like riding a horse through the sea, a bad almost retarded idea. And all things considered, bumblebee's high-end rubber racing tires needed to be replaced in a few months, ridding it out in that kind of terrain would only serve to make the rest of the trip to rural Vale into a marathon while pushing the broken-down bumblebee.

The blonde opted to push it through instead, it was the better idea anyways. The skies were also clear and the serene atmosphere of the sea side was getting to her, which was a plus.

Walking was better.

Unlike before the wind now was pleasant, singing a mellow song of the sea for her. The scant scent of the sea filled her nostril delightfully too, working its wonders and clearing out the lingering smell of city-life that clung on to her.

Greenery dance in a slow waltz with the wind, swishing to and fro, making the the azure blue of the ocean and light blue of the sky paint together in a mellow scene.

Before she knew it time passed and the shack presented itself grandly as Yang pierced through the moderately shrubbery grove. The shack stood resolutely casting its gaze down on the shallow cliff ahead it.

Wood already experiencing rot while the vibrant reds and silvers it was once covered in - colors her uncle was known for - was now blotted out and washed away by the occasional high waves. Yang smiled widely in what was a reminiscent expression.

Memories of her and the team fishing there in hazy summer daze, where time could all but pass them in slow daze welled up in the blonde as she walked that familiar porch's wooden railing. Vivid images of herself and her teammates passing her by in an excited rush towards the homey inside of the shack.

Opening the screen door her eyes beheld to the man cave that also served as her team's favorite summer spot. Her uncle was always a genius interior designer, landscaper . . . architect. Her uncle was a Macgyver, he could more or less pull out his "Make-something-for-the-hell-of-it"plans in the regular - the shack included.

Yang was awestruck, as she always was, the room shone brilliantly against the jubilant morning sun's rays. The whites of the furnishings refracting light around the room serving as an impromptu mirror for the room bringing much needed lighting to the rest of the mostly shaded common room.

To her right a huge window stood as an entry way for the light and opens up a view to the calming ocean from the inside, looking left the shaded part of the room sported tame shades of red with a domineering shade of white to be high lighted by the mellow reds. Furnishing was simple too, two long couches, one ottoman, one comforter, and a coffee table in the middle of it all. The small shack's common room opened up to kitchen and dinning room all separated by a reasonably sized counter island, the dinning room hosting enough sitting for a group of six - it was pretty crowded when it already came to that room, nothing confining though.

Yang moved through the familiar shack and towards the fishing outstretched wooden mini-pier where Qrow would usually be fishing at during the slower days of his work. If Yang was correct then Tuesdays were one of the slower days for the head of security in the nearby regional port where that the Schnees would usually use.

That easily meant that the old literal mocking bird would be somewhere in the pier.

~Fish

A new short story from me~! YAY! so any ways don't expect me to update this in schedules. Over the past months and the many, many delays I've had with posting for my other stories I realized that being my being punctual and with a schedule is fucking impossible and will only lead to stress to me and disappointment to you guys. So I will post this with more sporadically and when I feel like posting or when I'm satisfied with it.

Anyways enough from me . . .

SEE YOU GUYS NEXT TIME~!