AN: Yang is 17, so is Weiss and Blake. Yin is 13. Ryota maybe 3 or 4. Toddler age. Yang is a stubborn butthead and Weiss and Blake wanna be the helpful kinda friends.
Her hand had found its way to the alarm, stopping it before it even went off. She slowly sat up in her bed, yawning and stretching as she did so. She took a glance out the window of her apartment, it was still a little dark out. As it always was when Yang woke up at 6:15 in the morning. Now, this might have seemed unusual for most, especially since it was a Saturday morning and Yang, was seventeen. Most would expect for someone like her to sleep in. Take the day off. Be a teenager.
Yang had no time for such pleasures. She kept the same routine for years. Wake up early, Workout, Shower, Go to work, and then come home and take care of her two younger brothers. She had slid out of bed with ease and dressed up in her running wear. With her hair in a tight ponytail she would make her way, quietly, out of the apartment and onto the empty streets.
The streetlights were still on and wouldn't go off until 6:30 AM. She did a few more stretches and inhaled, the not-so-fresh city air. She was lucky to be in the apartment she was in. Even if it was small, walls were thin, and the rooms sometimes smelled of mothballs. She waited for the streetlights to turn on before beginning her run. It was an easy going run for her, around 2.5 miles and would take her at least 13 minutes. She would then do a cooldown stretch and be able to return back to her apartment by 7 AM.
She opened the door back into her apartment. Low and behold, Ryota, her three year old brother was already up and awake. Ryota and Yin, her 13 year old brother shared a room. But, Yin wasn't up yet, he actually had the chance to be a teenager - all thanks to Yang. Ryota came up to greet the sweaty Yang. She smiled down at him and picked him up, giving him a small kiss on his forehead. It wasn't unusual for most kids at Ryota's age to be up before dawn. She hadn't known how long he was up, but it couldn't have been long. He hadn't asked for food, yet.
She carried him around, into her room and then playfully tossed him onto the bed where he began to chuckle and insisted on doing it again. "I've got to go shower, Ryota." she turned towards her drawers and began to take out her work clothes. She didn't enjoy her job, but it made her decent money. She worked a waitressing job at a local restaurant. From 8 am to 6pm. If she was lucky she could bring back at least $200 back just in tips.
She gathered her clothing in her arms and then turned back to Ryota who was mindlessly rolling around on Yang's large bed. She snickered at his playfulness. "You want some juice before I go shower?" she asked him as she slowly walked backwards towards the door and back into the hallway. Ryota's rolling stopped and he sat up with his eyes widened. He nodded.
Ryota, could speak very little. But for some reason, he just never really like to speak in general. Yang hoped that this was just some sort of phase. Ryota had hopped off the bed and followed behind Yang. She gave him a juice box and headed to the shower. Yang never worried about Ryota doing something dangerous. As Yang was a rather safe sister and made every preventative measure to make sure he would never be harmed if she was gone, or if Yin was taking care of him.
Yang sighed as she closed the door behind her. Warm showers were always a good stress reliever, along with running. Yang was lucky that the apartment wasn't too shoddy as it provided decently heated water. She undressed and turned on the shower. She flexed in the mirror as she waited for it to heat up. The bathroom had begun to fill with steam and the mirror had begun to fog up. The shower was ready.
"Fire cannot kill a dragon.." she muttered to herself jokingly as she stepped in. She instantly set herself underneath the shower head letting the water hit her head and run down her whole body. She turned her face upwards towards the water and shook her head widely. "Best part of my Saturdays…hands down." she continued to speak to herself from time to time. This was the part of the day, along with running where she was allowed to mentally check-out. These times were rare. Well, at least until she had to go to work. She closed her eyes, washed herself, lathered, and was in the processes of rinsing.
Everything was going so well, or at least as normally as it should be until a shiver ran through Yang's spine. Something…unusual was going on. She heard Ryota bumbling around, which wasn't strange, but she could have sworn she had heard something else. She then heard the door open. She knew it was the front door, due to its creaking that had been as she moved in. Instantly, Yang turned off the shower and grabbed her towel and sprinted out of the bathroom. She would definitely not let her baby brother be kidnapped or wander off alone. Not today, not ever.
"Ryota!" she bursted through the door - only to be greeted by Blake, Weiss, and a smiling Ryota who was being held by Weiss. "What the hell?" Yang tightened the towel around her body, her face reddened and her body felt heated. She was naked in her own home, but with "friends" that had come over uninvited at 7 am in the morning. Yang clenched her teeth. It was too early to burst.
"Uhh, sorry for the intrusion, but We-" Blake had begun to speak and apologize but was cut-off by Weiss "WE," Weiss interjected "We…were just coming to help you out." Weiss had poked Blake who now shook a rather large an obvious bag in one of her hands. Weiss closed the door behind her and turned back to Yang.
"Help me out? You can help me out by leaving my apartment." Yang tried her hardest to keep calm, and be polite, but her inner dragon was hard to tame.
"Can you just hear us out, Yang?" Blake asked, but she clearly felt the tension that was rising from Yang.
Yang let out heavy sigh, "Fine. Let me get dressed first." Yang walked away to get dressed.
Blake and Weiss let out a sigh of relief. "That was easier than I thought." Blake shook her head and set the bag on the counter.
"It was only because you asked. She hates me." Weiss followed Blake to the counter and set Ryota on top of it. She tried her best to play with him and although the kids were strangely attracted to Weiss, she was unfamiliar with family. Ryota smiled and patted Weiss on the face. Blake laughed.
Within a few minutes Yang had returned in her work uniform, her hair was still drenched, and she looked fairly…disgruntled, to say the least.
"I swear to whatever Deity that is up there, if I am late to my job I will have both of your heads." she threatened in a low whisper as to not wake up Yin.
"Calm down there, Fire Lord Yang." Weiss rolled her eyes. "I got you fired!" she smiled.
Blake face palmed herself. "Poor choice of wording, Weiss."
"You WHAT?" Yang's voice raised and she nearly lunged at Weiss - Blake quickly intervened.
"Let me explain!" Weiss pleaded with her hands up.
"Explain what, that you got me FIRED? I know what you said Weiss, but I need that FU-" she paused and looked at Ryota "I need that FLIPPIN' JOB." her voice wasn't raised but her tone of voice harsh and if she could spit poison, Yang would. "Blake, I swear if you don't move and let me strangle this…"
"I got you a job that will be double your pay, Yang. You won't have to rely on tips. Plus you'll get health benefits for you, Yin and Ryota." Weiss crossed her arms now putting on an air of confidence.
Yang paused in her steps, she looked a little dumbfounded.
"But if you don't want it…"
"Why?" Yang asked.
Blake and Weiss shared a look of confusion, as they looked towards one another and back at Yang.
"Why are you guys helping me? I don't need your help. I don't need your pity." Yang seethed.
"Yang, we're your friends. We're helping you because we care about you and your family." Blake simply stated.
"We don't pity you, we care Yang. It's what we do. Friends help each other out." Weiss added, "So, do you want the job or not?"
"You could've asked me before if I wanted the job before breaking into my house." Yang glared. "Besides, I was doing fine without your help. I've been fine for at least seven years."
"I'm sorry about not telling you, but you wouldn't have listened Yang." Weiss now stepped forward, breaking the Blake barrier between her and Yang. "You think you can do this all by yourself and you can, we're not doubting that but we want to make it easier on you Yang. We know you're struggling. You're going to Beacon Academy - one of the most prestigious schools in the nation and you're here not because of your wealth, but because you're a hard worker Yang. Blake and I see that. You've been falling asleep in some classes and I can hear your stomach rumbling from time to time, Yang. It doesn't have to be like that."
"I'm fine." Yang abruptly stated.
Blake walked over to the fridge and opened up all the counters. It was nearly barren. Asides from food that would purely satiate the kids, and hardly feed her. "Yang, you don't think we know about this?" Blake started, "Your thirteen year old brother, who just loves to talk to me tells me just about everything Yang and it worries me, it worries us." she motioned towards Weiss. Blake turned back to the counter and noted Ryota who had a concerned look on his baby face as he watched the girls go on.
Yang sighed once more and picked Ryota up from the counter. She would most likely have a stern talking to Yin later.
"Is there any other reason you guys are here?" her face was now one of annoyance.
Weiss nodded, "We are, but you still haven't told me if you accept the job position."
"Weiss, I don't even know what the job is."
"You'll be working for one of my fathers companies. I know how much you like to lift, and workout so this'll be something like that. Have you ever welded before?" Weiss asked.
"Not really. Where is this place?"
"I'll write down the directions, and it's fine if you have zero experience, training there is phenomenal and you'll probably be a pro in no time. Oh, and you start training next week. Don't worry, about your bills or getting food though. We've got you covered." Weiss smiled trying her hardest to put on her 'I'm here to help' look, though, it made her look more like a pompous jackass if anything.
Yang sighed.
"I'm going to go to the grocery store and buying you food." Blake finally stated as she pulled her keys from her pockets. "These cabinets won't be as empty and the fridge won't look as bleak." as she finished her sentence a groggy Yin made his way to the kitchen to where they stood.
"I kept hearing Blake in my dream Yang, it was the best dream ev-" he paused and rubbed his eyes. He then was wide awake as he noted that the love of his life, the beautiful Blake Belladonna was in HIS home.
"B-Blake! How are you doing? Good to see you, didn't expect to see you so early.." his words were jumbled and rushed but he put on a confident smile, he leaned onto whatever was nearest him to have his maximum attractiveness rise.
Weiss and Blake both held back a chuckle as Yin, was only dressed in Captain Pete's boxers with cute little bunnies all over them.
"Yin, go get dressed." Yang deadpanned at him.
Yin looked down, and did a double take as he looked back up at Blake and back down at himself. "AH! I'll be back ladies." He ran off, nearly tripping over himself in the process and disappeared in his room. Disappeared, loudly that is.
"I'd rather you not, Blake." Yang proceeded again with the stubbornness as she had finally replied to Blake after they had been interrupted.
"Seriously, Yang?" Weiss rubbed the bridge of her nose. "We went over this. We're helping you. You need it. You're stubborn, your pride is on the line, we get it." She stopped her frustrated motions and looked back at Yang. Yang met her line of sight with a glare.
Yin returned, and looked ready to go somewhere. He looked at Blake with expectant eyes, he also stared at the keys that were in her hands. "I'm coming with you Blake!" he had invited himself.
"Yin…" Yang had already had enough of Blake and Weiss, she didn't need Yin being a nuisance as well.
"It's fine, Yang. He can come with me. You, Ryota and Weiss can stay here. I'll be back." Blake walked passed Yang and patted her on the shoulder as she spoke.
"Awwwhh yeah!" Yin cheered, Blake just chuckled.
"Yin, shhh." Yang turned to Yin who was now on Blake's tail.
"Oops. Awwh yeah." he whispered as Blake and Yin now quietly exited the room, Blake turned to wave goodbye as did Yin. He looked like a lovesick puppy.
Yang finally set Ryota down and let him wander.
It was just now Yang and Weiss…and well, Ryota, but he couldn't understand much.
Yang stood there quietly glaring at Weiss.
"What?" Weiss felt examined as Yang was just staring her down.
"I'm still trying to figure out why and if I like you or not." Yang now crossed her arms, looking rather serious.
"Ughhh. Really? I'm trying to help you out, can't you like…say thank you or something?" she paused "And can't you go dry your hair? You're like…wetting your clothes and your own floor." she motioned on the ground.
Yang slowly came into realization the Weiss was right, she had been so heated and so distracted with Weiss and Blake that she had completely forgotten that she was still damp, at least to an extent.
"Great. Drying my hair and brushing it is going to take forever…" she muttered as she walked away from Weiss. She walked to the restroom and plugged in her hairdryer.
Weiss quietly followed and stood at the entrance of Yang's restroom.
"What do you want now?" Yang didn't even bother turning off the hairdryer to talk to Weiss, or even look at her, she just didn't care enough.
Weiss rolled her eyes and grabbed the stool, that was probably Ryota's, that was next to Yang. She put it behind Yang and yanked the hairdryer out of her hand and grabbed the hairbrush that was lying on the bathroom counter.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Yang turned around towards Weiss who was now eye level with her on the stool.
"Helping you. Now turn around." she lightly shoved Yang and surprisingly, Yang did as she was told.
Weiss brushed and dried Yang's hair with ease. Weiss was no hairdresser, but she always knew that an extra helping hand with long hair would make things a lot easier.
"Wow." Weiss exclaimed, sounding rather impressed.
Yang finally turned around, "Are you done yet?"
"There we go. That's what I was waiting for." Weiss turned off the hairdryer and stood their looking at Yang.
"What are you talking about?" Yang eyed her.
"I was waiting for you to complain, about something I was doing. Anything I was doing. You were eerily cooperative though." Weiss shrugged. It was true. Everything Weiss had tried to do, or had done, was always met with reluctance and doubt by Yang.
Their encounters had always been…tense. Yang, was obviously someone who was too proud of herself and all of her solo accomplishments to ask for even a tinge of help, but even at seventeen, you can't always be a superhero. She was in a slow decline, but luckily enough she had Blake and Weiss to catch her before she went too far. Yang wasn't ever aware she was falling. She would have never admitted it if she had been aware.
Weiss on the other hand was always seen and known as the bitchy rich girl cliche. Well, at least that what Yang had been taught throughout all her years growing up. Weiss in reality was a lot more complicated than that. The only reason Yang trusted Blake more is because Blake didn't seem all that intimidating. Yes, Yang was indeed intimidated by the smaller and more prettier girl.
Yang was on a roll with her death glares and it was only about 8 in the morning. Though, out of habit, Yang picked up Weiss and moved her off of the stool.
Weiss stood there a little confused as Yang now stared down at her with a wide eyed stare.
"Uhm, thank you?" Weiss smirked, as she couldn't help but internally laugh at what Yang had done. Yang looked absolutely mortified, she had been so used to picking up Ryota and Yin off of the stool that way that it was just instinct at this point. That was a family only action and she had used it on Weiss!
"I..pretend I didn't do that." Yang's face was rather red at this point as she now walked passed Weiss, she wanted to bury her face but she knew she couldn't. At least not right now.
Weiss set down the hair dryer and hairbrush and followed Yang out of the bathroom.
"It's not a big deal, Yang."
"It is to me and I don't want to talk about it." Yang answered swiftly.
Weiss now caught up to Yang who was in the kitchen with her face buried in her hands. Ryota was at her legs, patting her calf as if to console her.
"All right, then if you don't want to talk you can eat then." Weiss now pulled boxes out of the bags that they had brought in earlier, they were filled with doughnuts, kolaches, croissants, and all sorts of pastry goodies.
Yang immediately stood straight up, as if she had been miraculously cured from a disease.
"You brought this for us?" Yang turned to Weiss. Weiss nodded and smiled, looking proud. "It's not poison is it?"
Weiss made a face and shook her head no. "Really, Yang?" she crossed her arms and leaned against the counter.
Yang greedily grabbed a doughnut and stuffed it in her mouth, she then handed one down to Ryota who gladly swiped it from her and ran off.
"I haven't had one of these in…years." she spoke with her mouthful and nearly choked.
"Glad to see you like them. Just don't die." Weiss watched her eat, it was a strange thing to do, but there really wasn't much to in Yang's apartment. Weiss just wasn't one for watching television.
Yang grabbed the box and headed towards the couch, it was old and looked more than worn but it was by no means dirty. Yang was a neat freak when it came to her home and taking care of her little brothers. She placed the box on the coffee table that she had in front of a small television.
Weiss followed her and sat down a little ways away from her, keeping a respectable distance between the two.
"So..if I don't work today then what am I going to do today?" Yang's voice was still muffled by the food she was stocking in her mouth. If Weiss didn't know any better Yang was a hamster that was stuffing her food in her mouth to save for later. Or maybe like a bear…
"We're going to have a relaxing day, for all three of you. We'll go hang out at the park and then maybe watch a movie or two. Don't worry about lunch or dinner either. We've got that covered. So as soon as Blake comes back, we can go. Oh, and you should probably change out of your old work uniform. You won't be needing that tacky thing anymore." Weiss exclaimed.
Yang glared for the 50th time at Weiss. Ryota, walked to where Weiss and Yang where. Both girls turned their attention to him. He climbed up on Yang and patted her face, then unexpectedly pulled her hair.
Yang quickly pulled him off of her. "Ow! Ryota, what's gotten into you? You know I don't like it when anyone touches my hair."
Weiss now had a look of disbelief. "Yang, didn't I just touch your hair like…minutes ago?"
"T-that's different!" she stated, believing in her own words. She placed Ryota on the side of her.
"Have you ever had anyone play with your hair?" Weiss began.
"Played with my hair? Why would I let someone do that?"
"Sit on the floor in front of me." Weiss now asked.
"What, why?" Yang had returned to her stubbornness, or she would have until Ryota had begun to pat her aggressively almost as if to push her into doing it. "Ow, ow. Fine." this time her death glare was aimed at Ryota who seemed to have a sly smile, even for a toddler. Yang got up and sat in front of Weiss, on the floor.
Weiss began to run her fingers through Yang's freshly washed, and now dried hair. Weiss secretly was in awe with Yang's hair. She had always wanted to touch it, but she actually knew how protective Yang was of her hair. She remembered one time a student in her class had touched Yang's hair without Yang's permission - the situation did not end well for said student.
Weiss was curious with why Yang had let her touch her hair. Twice, in one day. Weiss proceed to braid her hair, and even managed to massage her head too. Yang, didn't complain once. In fact, she had closed her eyes and ended up leaning her head back on Weiss's lap. It had seemed she had fallen asleep. Yang slouched a little, as her head was now completely on Weiss's lap and the rest of lengthy body sprawled out.
Weiss sat there staring down at Yang. Was this actually happening? Did she manage to tame to the beast? Never had she seen Yang so…calm and relaxed and even cute. Weiss's hand movements didn't stop, as she continued to run her hands through Yang's hair. Weiss enjoyed this. More than she had imagined. She looked over at Ryota who was laying down on the couch, he turned and laid on his stomach, now facing Weiss and Yang. He lightly patted Yang's head.
She was almost tempted to…she lowered her face over Yang's, her lips hovered over Yang's forehead. She placed a light kiss on her forehead, and slowly brought herself up and watched for any movements from Yang. Yang seemed to smile in her sleep. Ryota, followed in Weiss's action and now hovered over Yang he gave her a light kiss as well. He then patted her on the head several times.
Yang's eyes fluttered open as she was now face to face with Ryota. "Ryota..what are you.." she grabbed him off from her and pulled him into her lap, where he proceeded to cuddle with her. "You're so weird today, buddy.." she muttered. Yang was about to close her eyes once more when she noticed what position she was in.
She stared wide-eyed at Weiss. "This doesn't make us friends." Yang didn't bother moving her head from Weiss's lap, as Weiss was still playing with her hair. "And don't you dare stop." she mumbled now closing her eyes again. Yang felt an odd sense of safety with Weiss. She didn't think this was possible. At all. At least, not with Weiss. Yang decided that Weiss wasn't THAT bad. She had her quirks, even if she was annoyingly pretty, and irritatingly sweet, and stupidly logical.
Yang knew in heart that what Weiss had done for her was beyond kindness for her. Yang technically owed her, but she didn't let that bother her. Weiss was honestly a good person, but Yang…Yang was stubborn.
Weiss had now slouched on the couch, and was getting a little tired herself. Blake was taking an awfully long time. Weiss looked down at Yang and Ryota who were both napping…she might as well join them.
About a half hour later, Blake opened the door to Yang's apartment. Yin, following closely behind with a numerous amount of bags in his hands and arms.
"HEY YA-" Yin began to shout but was quickly stopped by Blake who basically put her hand over his mouth. He seemed rather confused until he completely stepped through the door.
Weiss was on the couch her head slumping over the back of the couch, feet stretched out towards the floor and her arms were draping over Yang's shoulders. Yang was on the floor, her head still in Weiss's lap and lastly, Ryota was cuddled up in Yang's lap.
Yin snorted to himself. Blake just smirked as the two of them stared at the trio.
"Are we gonna wake them up?" Yin whispered.
Blake shook her head no. "No, let them sleep. They need this."
