A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and follows/favs this has been received better than I could have hoped.
As a sort of idea of where I'm taking this it's going to be a lot of stupid teenage shenanigans (I love that word) and then the difficulties that come with being young and wondering if you've fallen in love or just want to be rebellious and have fun (or can you have both?).
I do worry about having these two in character when there really isn't that much to go off (Yang only really gets a couple of funny one liners most episodes) but I tend to think about what we do have and throw in some educated guesses into how I think they would react in this real life au. But so far everyone seems to think they are reasonably in character so I'll keep writing them as I do now.
The dusty volumes weighed her down as she stumbled a little on her way to the desk. Wearing heels that were almost high enough to give Weiss vertigo she leant a hand against the burnished wood in order to regain her balance. She dropped the books she had selected in front of the librarian who looked at her with a golden, calculating gaze. Weiss checked the time on her phone as she pushed the novels further across the desk.
"These three please."
"Certainly." The librarian accepted her held out library card and swiped it before scanning the books, taking longer than Weiss would have hoped. She couldn't be late meeting Yang, her perfect manner code simply wouldn't allow it, and Weiss began tapping her foot, the clacking echoed throughout the library and disturbed any peace that had previously existed.
"We have a low tolerance to excessive noise here." The black haired librarian warned.
"If you would hurry up then I could leave."
"With respect Miss…" Her golden eyes flicked towards the monitor which housed Weiss' library card details "…Schnee, I am doing my job and cannot be rushed."
"I have places to be."
"Of course you do. I'll only be a few more minutes, I'm sure your incredibly important date can wait a little longer." Weiss was certain she was not far from having steam escaping her ears, she really didn't have the patience for sarcasm, and she leaned closer to the smirking woman as she whisper-shouted her next words.
"Firstly it isn't a date, secondly have you not heard the name Schnee? Do you not know to whom you are speaking? And thirdly I do not appreciate that tone-" She was cut off by the banging of the door being thrown open as a mass of wild blonde hair caught their attention and Yang bounced towards the desk.
"Are you done yet princess?" She asked in a voice that was all too loud for the library.
"N-" Weiss was interrupted yet again when the rude librarian had the nerve to address Yang and ignore her entirely.
"It's heiress actually." The smirk on her face was devilish and Yang simply exploded into a fit of rowdy guffaws.
"Blake! I haven't seen you for ages! I missed your one liners so bad."
"I wouldn't call it a one liner." Weiss scathed under her breath as she glared at the two reunited friends.
"Well my eardrums haven't missed you Yang. You better get out of here before we have to ban you again." Blake replied, a quirk to her lips still evident.
"Yeah I can't do the quiet thing that well, I'll call you later okay? Have you sorted Weiss' books?"
"Yes. I've been updating my blog for the last five minutes actually." She refocused her smirk back on Weiss who immediately realised that she had been kept waiting for Blake's own twisted pleasure.
"Why you-" Weiss began, her voice rising to a hair-raising pitch.
"Okay time to go! Come on princess, I'll see ya around Blakey." Yang lightly grasped Weiss' bicep with one hand and scooped up the books in her other as she all but dragged Weiss out of the library.
"She purposefully aggravated me when she had already scanned the books! I should give her a stern talking to about customer relations-"
"She was just joking Weiss! She's actually really cool, I think you'd like her if you actually got to know her. She's kinda like you."
"What do you mean like me?!" Weiss all but screeched.
"She's determined, hard-working, intelligent and she's always reminding me of how much of an idiot I can be."
"A few positive qualities are hardly enough to redeem her after that performance."
"And man is she stubborn."
"Hey!"
"I was talking about her not you." Yang back-pedalled as she ambled towards the parking lot, Weiss following behind as well as she could in her heels, and Yang took that moment to take in her appearance. "Can you walk in those?" She asked with a sceptical raised eyebrow.
"Of course. I always conduct myself with grace."
"Sure. You look nice by the way." Yang gave her a genuine smile that brought a tinge of warmth to Weiss' cheeks that she instantly attempted to suppress.
"You look…" Weiss raked her eyes along Yang's form; from the large brown boots with golden buckles, the impossibly long, exposed legs, to scandalously short denim shorts with what looked to Weiss like a purple handkerchief hanging out the back pocket and finally a leather jacket which left room for a fair amount of cleavage on show. Yang popped the upturned collar of her jacket under Weiss' scrutiny. "…Exactly as I expected." Weiss finished with a smirk.
"I'll take that as a compliment seeing as I always look stunning."
"Take it however you like. Where are we going?"
"We're going on a tour of Vale! Not your usual tour though, we'll be going places no other tour guide would even know about."
"I swear if you take me to a grotty bar…"
"Just give things a chance okay? Now hop on." Yang gestured with her hands as if to present a magnificent gift, it was in actuality a highly dangerous looking motorbike.
"I'm not going to 'hop' onto that."
"You've never been on a motorbike before?"
"No and I'm content to keep it that way."
"Don't you want to say you've done it at least once? I have been driving this for several years so you're in reasonably safe hands."
"'Reasonably safe' how is that supposed to be at all comforting?!"
"Well I'm a good driver but I can't vouch for anyone else on the road." Yang grinned at Weiss' horrified expression and she took out her sunglasses to combat the mid-afternoon sun. "Did you bring your glasses?"
"Of course not. I will never wear such an atrocity." Weiss replied, crossing her arms stiffly.
"Sure thing. Hey, catch." With a simple one worded notice Yang flung a spare helmet at Weiss who reflexively opened her palms to receive it.
"I can't wear this!"
"But you've come all this way and dressed up all nice too! It would be a shame to just go home now right?" Weiss rolled her eyes but nonetheless took a tentative step closer to the bight yellow death machine that Yang was stroking lovingly.
"Are you sure relationships with motor vehicles are legal?" Weiss quipped as Yang cooed under her breath at her precious bike.
"You'll want her once you've had a taste Weiss! Come on now, we have a busy schedule."
Ignoring the fact that Yang had actually used her real name possibly for the first time since meeting her Weiss gazed at the blonde puzzlingly. "You have a set out schedule?" Perhaps she had harshly misjudged Yang's whole character.
"Well kinda? I wasn't really sure you were even gonna show up if I'm honest…" She sheepishly rubbed at the back of her neck, a gesture that Weiss curiously found endearing.
"Oh let's just go."
"Great, uh do you want a hand with the straps?" Yang offered as Weiss tugged at the bottom of the helmet she had only just managed to wrangle over her head.
"N-no." She stuttered as she felt her cheeks flood with unwelcome red.
"It's a tricky little bastard." Yang stepped closer, close enough that Weiss could smell whatever fruity fragrance she was wearing and- were it not for her heels- Weiss' eyes would have surely been level with Yang's breasts.
Large hands came up to her face and cupped her chin with a surprising tenderness and Weiss' breath hitched when she could feel calluses brush against her jaw. Her cerulean eyes fixed on Yang's pink lips and the tongue that was stuck out in concentration and when Yang grunted Weiss' eyes fluttered closed.
A simple noise shouldn't have been enough to turn her stomach into a twisting mess but it wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling- it was simply new.
With a click the helmet was fastened below her chin and Weiss' eyes flew open to meet lilac. Yang was too close, really close, as in every-breath-ghosted-over-Weiss'-cheek close and the blonde's next words were a mumble.
"There you go."
Their close proximity shouldn't have been enough to make Weiss forget her prized manners but she almost found herself not wanting to break this peculiar trance she had found herself in. "…Thank you."
"No problem." Yang ducked her head as she stepped back and opened the storage compartment in her bike. She removed a sickeningly bright, yellow helmet and placed the library books, which had been resting comfortably on the leather seat, into the space. "Heh, it's not as big as a car trunk but it does its job." She stuffed the helmet over her hair and swung a leg over her bike, shuffling along to leave Weiss adequate room to mount the machine.
It was going to be a magnificent feat to do it with any semblance of poise in the heels Weiss had donned for their outing but she'd be damned if she wouldn't give it her all.
Taking a deep breath to prepare herself she stepped up to the monstrosity.
She could do this.
She placed tentative fingers on the heated black leather of the seat and decided that it would be able to support her. She raised her right leg as she balanced her weight on her hands and in one swift motion she was sat, behind Yang on the awful contraption.
"Okay, I'm on."
"You're gonna wanna scoot up and hold on princess." Weiss sighed but shuffled along, hesitantly placing her hands on Yang's hips as she felt the bike rumble into life below her.
It buzzed through her very being as Yang kicked off from the kerb and trundled towards the exit of the parking lot. Weiss breathed out a sigh of relief; this really wasn't so bad- why had she been so reluctant?
Yang twisted her wrist and the bike roared in response as it jolted forwards at a terrifying speed. Weiss gasped and locked her arms tightly around the waist in front of her as she clung to Yang's back. The wind was so loud, so powerful, as it ripped through her white hair and whistled into her ears even through the helmet.
The world became indistinct colours and shapes that meant nothing to her wide eyes.
She was surely going to die.
But she'd never felt more alive.
She heard a light, cheerful sound and realised that she was laughing and it wasn't long before Yang shouted over her shoulder to her.
"You okay back there? If you want me to stop just punch my back or something, headbutt me if you heard that." Weiss laughed again and tapped her helmet against Yang's back, between her shoulder blades, before she turned her head to rest her cheek there, inhaling the scents of leather and lavender that were unique to the blonde brawler.
It wasn't long before the bike began to slow and Weiss recognised the pier as Yang stopped and parked.
"You've brought me to the beach?"
"No. Well yeah I guess but there's a specific place I wanna show you that not many others know about."
"Hmmm. You're not secretly a murderer who wants to kill me then dump my body in the ocean are you?"
"You kidding me? I would totally burn a body not dump it in the ocean."
"I'm glad to know."
The squeals of children as their bare feet were embraced by the cool, salty sea surrounded them the moment Yang turned off the engine and leaped off her bike. She threw he keys into the air once before catching them with a musical jingle and she put them into her pocket before removing her helmet. With the yellow headgear removed she shook her golden hair free and it seemed alive in the sea breeze as the curls bounced around Yang's face. With the helmet held in one hand she offered Weiss her other and she took it, grateful for the aid, as she dismounted the motorbike.
Weiss could feel a weathered palm against hers and couldn't help but wonder about the origin of the numerous ridges and scars she discovered there.
Quickly remembering that before her was the idiot who drunkenly propositioned her at work Weiss retracted her hand.
"Please do not make my exposure to these children be at all prolonged." She glowered at the playing youths as they stumbled around on the sand, gleefully ignoring their parent's pleas to remain stationary to allow sunscreen to be applied.
"Woah, they're just having fun."
"They're being particularly loud about it." Weiss grumbled as she removed her helmet and fixed her off centre ponytail.
"Kids generally are, follow me." Yang set off towards the beach, much to Weiss' dismay.
"I can't walk on sand in these!"
"Oh yeah, you might wanna just go barefoot then."
"Barefoot?!"
"Have you never been to a beach before?"
"I have but they were private not crawling with…"
"Peasants?" Yang joked, not particularly far from the word Weiss was searching for.
"The sand is bound to be littered with broken buckets, candy wrappers and other trash."
"I'll give you a choice then, take off your shoes and follow a safe path that I'll find or I carry you."
"You will do nothing of the sort!" Weiss could almost feel the embarrassment that would accompany being slung over the blonde's shoulder and carried past the crowds.
"So you choose the first one?"
"I suppose." Weiss glowered at the straps on her heels as she undid them and held the pair against her hip as Yang barrelled on, reaching the sand.
"This is a nice beach but I will agree that it's a bit too busy which is why I found a hidden spot…" Weiss tried to pay attention to her guide as she felt the grains of sand cover and meld in between her toes in a completely unique feeling. She unlocked memories of past vacations spent relaxing on empty, white sand covered beaches as the waves rolled in, lulling her into peaceful sleep under a wide parasol.
She closed her eyes and breathed deep the salty air. Her moment of reflection was shattered by the piercing wailing of a nearby gremlin who had dropped his ice cream on the sand.
"Moooooooooooooom! I d-d-d-dropped my ice cream." He proceeded to dissolve into hiccupping sobs until his mother became consoling him.
"Don't worry sweetie, we'll get you another one."
"He shouldn't be brought a new one." Weiss grumbled, only loud enough for Yang to hear her and turn around to face her.
"That's harsh, even for you."
"How will he ever learn about consequences? If he doesn't get a replacement I can guarantee he won't drop it another time."
"Is that what your parent's did with you?"
"No, I didn't have an ice cream like that when I visited the beach."
"Well I know what we're doing later, so what did you do when you went to the beach as a kid?"
"I sat and read mostly."
"You didn't build sandcastles or swim? I can remember burying my little sister one year, I may have told her that we were leaving her there for the birds to eat and I think it may have ruined the trip when dad had to dig her out of wet sand that was covered with her tears."
"That's awful!" But Yang grinned and shrugged.
"I was a kid too; it's a big sister's job to scar your little sister for life. She got me back a few years later anyway when she hid a miniature crab in my swimsuit. Let me warn you now: even small crabs have painful pincers, I still have a mark on my ass you know."
"Moving on from that topic, where are you leading me?" Weiss asked as they continued to walk away from the mass of civilians enjoying the beautiful weather.
"Nearly there." They were approaching the edge of the visible beach as the terrain became a mess of sinister looking rocks that jutted from the land at seemingly random intervals, speckled around the cliff face.
"I didn't agree to rock climbing! This is ridiculous."
"It's worth it." Yang clambered onto a rock that was partially submerged in the lapping tide and held her hand out for Weiss.
"It had better be." She warned before she ignored the offered hand and pulled herself onto the rock.
"Just a little further." Yang hopped across the rocks and led her further from the beach until Weiss began to spot an opening in the cliff with more sand and pools of isolated water that the tide had left behind.
Hidden from the eyes of those frightened to explore was a miniature cove that lead into a cave. Yang launched herself off the rocks and onto the sand, gesturing widely at the scene around her.
"Here we are! My personal beach milady." Yang bowed and Weiss couldn't stop the smile that graced her features.
"It isn't your personal beach because you accidentally found it."
"I believe the well known rule 'finder's keepers' applies in this situation. Come in further, there are some rocks to sit on." Weiss followed the bouncing blonde until the cliff swallowed them up and Weiss realised just how beautiful this isolated cave was, untouched and untarnished by man.
There were tiny holes in the ceiling that were opened up by eager rays of sunshine that broke into the cave and painted irregular golden patterns upon the sand and sparkling water. Crabs scurried away from their greedy eyes as they took in the scene and Yang ruined the moment entirely by flipping off one of the retreating crustaceans.
"Are you always so immature?"
"That could've been the one that scarred my precious backside! Although I can't blame them for wanting to get some of the Xiao Long booty…"
"You brought me here to discuss… this?!" But even as Weiss complained she realised that any time spent together they were continually learning things about each other, the 'X. L.' on Yang's note had presumably stood for 'Xiao long'.
"No, let me just get my poetry out." Yang grinned at Weiss widened eyes as she fished around in her pockets.
"You're serious?!"
"No but would it be that much of a shock? Am I just a pretty face to you?"
"I don't know what you are." Weiss replied, and she meant it. Yang continued to be hard to work out but, like the motorbike ride, it was exhilarating.
"I'm loads of things; a proud sister, a boxer, a stamp collector, a bike enthusiast and holder of the title 'Vale's best hair' for five years running. Maybe one of them wasn't entirely true but now it's your turn, what are your hobbies?" Yang collapsed onto a convenient rock-seat and Weiss perched on one opposite.
"I'm a fencer, I was the regional under eighteens champion seven times and I intend to keep it as a hobby. I used to… sing too." Weiss didn't know why she'd divulged so much information about herself but something about the cave made her feel safe, as if it was only the two of them, no outside world to judge and always watch. It was easy, so easy, to talk to those two lilac eyes that held hers with an admirable confidence that rather than intimidating Weiss, made her feel at ease.
"Used to sing?"
"I don't really do it anymore."
"But surely you still do it? What do you do when you listen to the radio or when you're in the shower?"
"I used to perform but I grew to hate feeling like I was singing at someone's command."
"I guess it makes sense to enjoy things when you're doing them for yourself and not being used."
"Do people watch you fight?"
"Yeah but not big crowds, just other competitors and families and stuff, it can awkward when you see the mother of the person you just knocked out in the crowd. When I go pro people will pay to see me, and that will be weird."
"You're certain you want to be a boxer then?"
"It was easy for me to decide, until I stepped into the ring I'd never found where I shone you know? And then I discovered that it feels like nothing else, all you can hear are your breaths and your heartbeat and survival instinct kicks in and your whole body is buzzing. People say its adrenaline or whatever but I just know that it reminds me that I'm alive and if you win, well that's even better." Weiss could feel the passion that rolled off of Yang in waves and she found herself imagining what it would be like to witness the great Yang Xiao Long in battle.
"Who introduced you to it?"
"My uncle Qrow, he knows a lot of martial arts himself and he saw me as I truly was: an angry kid who hated school. I was hitting people anyway; he just guided my fist into a more positive direction." Yang grinned at her and Weiss smirked.
"So you were a ruffian from a young age."
"I always hated bullies."
"A noble ruffian?"
"I wouldn't be that kind, I was a little shit really but I'm guessing you have always been the perfect, grade A in every class student?"
"Naturally." Weiss flicked her hair over her shoulder and smiled smugly.
"Teacher's pet." Yang teased good-naturedly.
"Delinquent."
"Nerd."
"Useless member of society."
"Wet bread."
"Meathead."
"You're a biscuit that crumbles and goes all over you when you try and bite into it."
"You're the broken spring in a mattress that digs into people's backs."
"Well you're the human equivalent of that one table leg that is shorter than all the others and makes the table wobble."
"Are you calling me short, Xiao Long?"
"Well you aren't long, that's for sure."
"That was atrocious." But Weiss couldn't help laughing at the way Yang clutched at her stomach as if that would stop the boisterous roar of a laugh that was escaping her throat.
"Come on let's get you some Weiss cream."
"Don't even think about using those puns outside of this cave."
"I can't promise anything princess, let's go."
The cool sweetness coated her tongue and Weiss found herself secretly enjoying the treat Yang had bought her from a truck parked by the beach.
"So where next?" She asked, trying not to sound overly eager.
"We're driving back into town to collect some stuff."
"Collecting things? Did you not run your errands?"
"Nothing like that, are you sure you don't want to try some of this strawberry ice cream?"
"Vanilla is fine for me." Weiss replied haughtily, as if her preferred flavour had some form of superiority over Yang's.
"Mind if I try a bit of yours then?" Yang asked as they walked side by side down the boardwalk, the sun no longer directly above them in the sky.
"I suppose but don't slobber all over it okay?"
"I wouldn't dare." Yang fixed her with a serious stare and held her free hand against her heart. Weiss simply rolled her eyes and held her ice cream cone out, watching as a pink tongue darted out and took the tiniest lick.
"That was surprisingly… tame." Weiss stated as Yang grinned and without warning bit into Weiss' ice cream, taking a chunk into her mouth and loudly humming in contentment.
"Mmmmm that's really nice." Weiss' mouth dropped open.
"That was worse than a dog!" She exclaimed as she looked at the neat bite mark left by Yang's teeth.
"We can't eat ice cream whilst on Bumblebee."
"Bumblebee?"
"My bike."
"You named your motorbike?!"
"Of course, now get on."
A/N: Next chapter is part two of the 'not a date' date, thanks for reading and don't hesitate to let me know what you think!
Sheena-MFfan - i totally agree that there aren't enough freezerburn fics out there! I love Whiterose and Bumblebee but I really like writing Weiss and Yang so I thought I'd give it a go and I've grown to love freezerburn more and more.