Yang was deep in thought as she moved through the streets of Vale. It was dark, empty and cold. But she had a purpose to be this late around the city. She knew that it would be suspicious for the rest of her team. But that could always be explained in some fashion. To be honest she didn't care. This entire situation was ridiculous and if she started to logically asses things around it, that wouldn't end up too well.
It was because of her that Yang was now moving across the dark streets. Because of her that she risked being discovered by her team. But she couldn't help it. That girl gave her purpose. Something that she always deep down lacked.
A single car drove next to her, to which she would pay little attention if not for the fact it moved a ton of dust after it. Whoever was driving it just waited to get into an accident with how fast they moved. Although Yang couldn't help and think how it reminded her of her own life. A bitter smile appeared on her lips.
The previous day, or rather the time when the sun was still up, Yang considered to perhaps buy a little gift. Sweets, flowers or something more cheesy like a plushie. Its what people did whenever they were in any kind of relationship, right? And she let out a chuckle at the memory of these thoughts. This was far from normal. This was quite wrong, some could say.
But Yang never was one to listen to reason. Passion was what drove her through life. And if someone was to extinguish that passion with cold logic? Then Yang would rather not live such cold existence.
She could hear her own footsteps through the silence of the night. Cities were always so fascinating to her. How quiet they could be. No wild life, due to city folks being afraid of anything that wasn't human or faunus. No stars, because of all the street lights and other sources of illuminations. Cities felt so empty without people. Or some could say, even with people.
And so did Yang's heart up until recently. It felt like this city. While there were people inside of it, it felt empty. Only void filling it in. There was her dad and her baby sister. But it was lacking something. Something important. Something to make her fire burn as bright as it did now.
Yang stopped in front of a vending machine. She looked at all the colorful buttons that marked each and every soda type she could buy. She didn't feel thirsty, and not like she could kill thirst with a can of soda anyway. But the machine standing there did put her in mood for something sugary. If she was more of a romantic type, like Blake, she could almost see herself claiming it was due to the bitterness of her current situation, that she sought some kind of relief in artificial sweeteners of a soda drink.
Maybe she could bring something for her? But what could she like. It wasn't the first night they meet like this. Quite the opposite. But its one of these things you never really ask, unless its something that happens often enough that you take notice. What kind of soda people like, or what they dislike. Maybe she even hates this kind of drinks.
But there it went, some of her liens. Soon the sound of two soda cans echoed around, for a moment killing the silence. Yang was so used to it by now, that she couldn't help but wince slightly. She looked at the two cans, still debating if the girl she was heading to see would enjoy it or not. With a shrug she decided to move onwards. She could open her own drink later as well.
Yang wasn't sure how it came to this. To let her own heart be lit by someone like her. She always thought that she wasn't made for this kind of situations. Love, romance and all that. Not because she didn't want to. But because of how she was. She was passionate about life. From family to her friends and ending with her fighting. Passion was a strong word, it was a word she was fascinated since she heard it for the first time, and since it was explained to her and what it meant.
And that was the problem. Her passion. It was now the fuel of her current predicament. And she knew that passion fueled life would lead to disaster. But Yang wasn't afraid of that. She always thought it was better to burn out, then fade away. Not that she had suicide tendencies. But she was self aware enough to know that eliminating logic from your life did tend to make things more difficult.
She enjoyed these long walks at night. While it was cold, dark and dangerous, it was also so quiet. And she had her own mind all for herself, as strange as it sounded. She wasn't worried about school, academy, Ruby, Dad, her friends or what the other day would come. It filled her with this odd sense of serenity. But it didn't cool down her heart. Quite the opposite. After all, her reason for being here at this late hour was due to someone she was quite passionate about.
And while at day she worried what would come of it. How she dreaded for certain situation to happen that would ruin everything. How she wondered where it would lead her, this path she decided to walk on. Night would take all that away.
Night brought peace. It was just her, and her passion about this girl. She could focus on just enjoying these brief, rare moments they shared. If anyone could see her like this, peaceful and enjoying this kind of state of mind? Well, they would most likely tease her about it. But hey, even the most powerful warriors had their vulnerabilities.
And here it was. Her destination, the warehouses. Yang moved slowly, looking between the buildings and the big metal containers that were stacked on top of each other. She knew what she was looking for. Yet the night was young, and she was in no hurry. The search part was almost like an exciting build up to finally being able to see her.
While her eyes scanned the area, her mind continued to wander. Of course her team had suspicions over her weird behavior. They weren't sure what to expect. But they did try to approach her about it in various manners. Yang simply shrugged them off with a laugh. They wouldn't understand what they had.
There it was, the one stack of container she sought. She wasn't sure which one she would find the girl on, of course. But she saw the signs. It would be this one. It was difficult at first to get used to this kind of thing. But after how many times they meet in this kind of fashion, Yang decided she enjoyed this little game.
She stopped herself. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked up, and then behind herself. It always came, this logical part of her mind that told her to just turn around and leave. That this was wrong, this should stop. This would lead to someone getting hurt. And while Yang didn't mind if it was herself that would get hurt over her own dumb mistakes, she was afraid it would lead for someone she cares for to be injured in some fashion.
But while she knew it was coming, she also knew that it wouldn't stop her. The passionate fire that burned inside of her would never give out for something as meaningless as an ounce of logic.
She closed her eyes and summoned her aura. She could feel her own heart increasing the pace in which it beat. Was it because of her body understanding she was about to bend the laws of physics with her ability, or was it because she was about to see her? Yang wasn't sure. Perhaps combination of both.
She jumped, her hands grasping onto the edge of the container, as she climbed up onto it. And there she was. The girl she came to see.
While the night sky was empty of any clouds, and the full moon was clearly visible, with some of the most bright stars here and there, this girl sat at the opposite edge of the container with an umbrella resting against her shoulder.
Yang knew she was aware of her being there. Yang wasn't exactly quiet while jumping onto the big metal box. That would be something only Blake could do, with her being a ninja kittycat.
She didn't want to make too much noise, not because of the girl here, but due to the fact she'd rather not have them randomly be found out. That would be a disaster for a few reasons. So she tried to step softly, as she approached the girl.
"Hey." She offered quietly, and at that the girl turned around. She eyed Yang for a brief moment, before giving her a cheerful smile and a wave. Yang couldn't help but grin back at the girl.
The way this girl would keep herself always amused Yang. With her hair being half pink and the other half brown. Although she always appreciated the way she dressed. While not something Yang would wear herself, it was nice on this girl, fitting was the proper word. Her white jacket with a pink interior, brown pants, black gloves, and black and white boots.
And these ridiculously high heels. She was a shorty after all. Although saying that out loud would cause Yang to being stabbed, to which she decided not to voice her amusement too often. Just sometimes. Being stabbed sometimes was better then being stabbed constantly. And worth the angry yet incredibly cute pout the girl made.
Yang joined the girl, as they both sat at the edge of the metallic container. Neither looking at the other, as they simply sat there for a long moment in silence, enjoying the night sky. The smell of icecream was what always got her. It was weird at first, this sweet smell. But Yang soon found it quite addictive. The smell of her perfume. She chuckled under her breath at that thought.
"I got you some soda, although I wasn't sure which you'd like. Or if you would really want one." Yang settle the cans in between both of them, waiting for the girl to either pick one, or just ignore them. The blonde didn't really care at that point. Her soda craving was diminished quite quickly once she found herself in the company of this girl.
But as Yang looked at the full moon, she could hear a metallic clink, followed by a hissing sound of pressure being released from the soda can. She took a glance as the girl continued to wave her short legs over the edge, her umbrella in one hand, as she held the can in her other. She noticed how with each blink her eyes changed color as the other girl started at the moon.
Yang reached for the remaining can, looking it over as if deciding if she should open it or just leave it be.
"You still haven't changed your mind, Neo?" Yang looked over at the girl. The girl looked at her and tilted her head to the side, curious at what she might mean by such vague question. Yang smirked and shook her head. Soon the sound of another can being open could be heard. The blonde girl took a sip of it, letting the sparkly flavor fill her mouth before she decided to continue.
"Being a bad guy." Yang decided to be clear of what she meant. Neo let out a soft sigh and shook her head, before moving to look up at the moon.
"I understand. I would have hard time leaving my family as well." It was their little ritual. Yang kept asking things she knew answer to. And Neo answered in the way Yang knew she would. But these were questions that had to be asked each and every time they meet.
"You look nice today." The blonde decided to change the subject as she smiled at the girl. Neo let the umbrella rest against her shoulder as she smiled and covered her mouth as if she was to giggle. But of course no sound came out of it. Putting her can down, she made a small heart symbol with her fingers above the place where her own heart was.
"Yeah I...I Love you too." And there it was once more. Silence. But Yang didn't mind. She learned that silence was a lovely sound, as strange as it sounded. Both girls once more sat there just looking at the night sky.
"You know, at nights like this. I sometimes hope that the sky would just open and swallow us both. Just...eternal Heaven for a couple of souls. With nobody to judge us. Just the two of us, being able to be happy together." Yang let out a sigh. She heard the other girl shuffle, and soon felt Neo wrap herself around the blondes arm. She looked down at her only to see a smile and a pair of white eyes. Yang couldn't help but give her a smile of her own.
"I'm sorry. Its just how nights work at me, you know. I get all...poetic. Or maybe just sappy." The blonde looked at the icecream girl just as she made the giggle motion once more. Once she opened her eyes, it went from white to pink and brown.
Yang leaned over the girl slowly and slowly closed the gap between their faces. Neo was surprised for a brief second, before smiling and doing the same. Meeting the blonde halfway there. As their lips touched, the blonde could feel her heart go ablaze.
But it didn't fill her with rage or anger. It didn't fill her with the idea of doing something brash, sudden or aggressive. It didn't fill her with energy to destroy mountains.
It was a different type of fire. Like what you find at a fireplace in your home, while there's a cold winter roaming just outside the window. One that feels you with content and safety. Something that makes you wish that the moment would never go away.
It was Neo that shyly brushed her tongue against the lips of the blond. And Yang wasn't one to reject such request. As she allowed access for the smaller girls tongue to enter her mouth. Soon their tongues entwined with one another. The firecracker could taste the different flavor of soda the other girl drank. It was sweet. Something just right for a bitter scenario the two of them had been put by life and fate.
They soon parted, looking into each others eyes. Yang couldn't help but smile as Neo's irises changed colors with each blink. While freaky at first, she learned that it was quite alluring in its own way.
Once more they just sat there, enjoying the night sky. "Hey, Neo?" Yang looked at the other girl, to which she looked back at the blonde with a slight tilt of her head.
"If we end up fighting. And doing so to the death again. Promise me one thing. That we'll go for each other. And if one of us was to die, we'll do so from the hand of the other. Just so we could feel each others last breath." Yang saw the other girl looking around. First quite surprised at the odd request. Then clearly troubled by the prospect of such situation. But finally something clicked behind her eyes, and she looked up into Yang's eyes, giving her a firm nod.
"Pinky promise?" The blonde reached out with her hand, her pinky out. Neo couldn't help but make the giggle motion, as she sealed her promise in the most sacred of ways.
"Just to feel your last breath." Yang repeated, and they both decided that enough words were said that night. Both of them enjoying the full moon and each other's silent company.
Authors Note:
So yeah. [Yang x Neo] story. Who would have thought. I had no idea I would write anything like this. But I just woke up in the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep. I wanted to write something, but I just couldn't find inspiration to work on anything. And then this idea appeared in my head.
I'll admit I'm not the biggest fan of Yang, but I know that if I ever was to write things, it would involve her. And I should remove my bias towards her. Or weaken it. So I always wanted to write a story, even a oneshot, with her being main focus of it. And I guess in a way I accomplished that.
The sad part is that I doubt many people will read this story. Mostly because I kept the pairing a secret, since that was the point of this story. To keep it vague up till the middle part. And then once people discover it, they will roll their eyes and leave. But I think this is the magic of fan made stuff. We take possibilities and see how would they play out. Or how would it work, if it happened.
Anyway, if you're one of these weird unique handsome and or beautiful people that decided to read till the end? I'd ask you to leave a review and tell me what you thought about it. Since I'm very curious how people will react to this little piece.
Anyway thanks for enjoying my story!