Blake POV
Run. I must keep running, lest the darkness claims me. Up ahead, I see the R, W and Y of Team RWBY, calling my name anxiously. Behind me, nothing. An endless black cloud, consuming everything. As a tendril of darkness snakes its way towards me, I know I'm not gonna escape. Nonetheless, I keep running, until I can no longer move. I try to fight the suffocating blackness, but I'm stuck firmly in its grasp. A scream escapes my lips, taking the last of my breath with it. The only thing I see now is Yang, looking more heartbroken than anyone I've ever seen…
I wake with a start, relieved that it was just a nightmare, nothing more. My relief is short-lived, however, as I realize that I'm still unable to breathe. I have a brief moment of panic, then remember Yang's in bed with me, and she's just bear-hugging me. Why did I agree to this? I ask myself. I try to gently shift Yang's arms out of my way so I can get up, but I hear "noooooo", and she holds me tighter. The best I can do is move her arms in such a way that I can still breathe, and prepare for a long morning waiting for the brute to wake up. Honestly though, there are worse places to be stuck. Ruby and Weiss already left, which seems strange. I normally wake first. Looking at the clock tells me it's 11:30, and I wonder why I slept that long. You didn't want to leave her embrace, a small voice in the back of my mind tells me, which confuses me. She's just my partner, I don't have any romantic feelings for her. Do I? I've read a lot of romance novels in which the main character finds themselves in a similar situation, but my wealth of literary knowledge doesn't help me at all. I want to head to the library and take shelter from my confusion by escaping into another world, but the blonde behind me doesn't show any signs of waking soon. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
Yang POV
The first thing I'm aware of when I wake up is that I have a splitting headache. Thanks, alcohol. The second thing I'm aware of is that I can't see. I blink a few times, then vaguely remember that Blake slept with me last night. No, brain, not like that! Logically, then, my vision must be obscured by the Faunus' jet-black hair. Lifting my head, I discover that this is indeed the case.
"Morning, Blake. Have a good cat-nap?" I ask her.
She attempts to turn and glare at me for the pun, and I realize she can't because I'm still holding her tightly. I let her go, and she tells me not to make cat jokes about her, which she's done a hundred times. I try to stop, I really do, but I can't help myself.
"Sorry. Been awake long?"
"Since around 11:30," she tells me, glaring. A quick glance at the clock alerts me to the fact that I slept until 12:30. Good thing it's Saturday.
"You should have woken me. I wouldn't have minded," I say, to which she replies that she wanted to let me sleep off most of the hangover. I noted a slight blush when she said that, leading me to believe that that was only part of the reason. No. No, there's no way she likes you. You imagined the blush, the rational part of my mind tells me. Shut up, rationality. I can hope. I think I'm going crazy. That was the second time in two days I'd had a conversation with my brain. Meanwhile, Blake tells me she's going for a shower and then getting dressed. Part of me wants to join her, but part of me thinks that would be wildly inappropriate. Instead, I focus on thinking of a way to cure this damn hangover. Punching stuff usually helps me feel better no matter what's wrong, so I get my training gear on while Blake's in the bathroom and head to the training room.
On arrival, I wish I hadn't come, as Team CRDL were already there, acting like they owned the place. Cardin glares at me. I guess he still hasn't gotten over the time I punched him in the dick at lunch for picking on Velvet Scarlatina. I ignore them, and head to the punching bags. I really didn't want to deal with them and a hangover at the same time. Fate apparently has other ideas, which I learn when the King of the Pricks and his loyal subjects approach me. I note the malice in their eyes, and wish I'd brought Ember Celica. All four members of Team CRDL are armed, and my gauntlets would be great to have if things get ugly.
"Yang Xiao Long. Alone and unarmed. I never did get you back for that incident in the cafeteria," Cardin says menacingly. "This seems like a prime opportunity,"
"Fuck off," I spit. Literally. His face actually gets wet. He looks disgusted, and readies his mace to swing it at me. I don't have time for this, I think, before my battle instincts kick in and I roll to the side. Russel pulls out his daggers and tries to stab me, so I rapidly duck and weave the onslaught. After dodging one particularly vicious strike, I grab his forearm in one hand and his upper arm in the other, then bend his arm the wrong way, hyperextending his elbow. He drops his dagger, yelling in pain, and tries a sloppy counterattack with his remaining knife. He fails miserably to inflict any damage on me, as I grab that arm and yank it over my shoulder with the rest of his body on the other side of mine. With a sickening crunch, and another yell of pain, I know the arm is dislocated. Dove raises his sword and takes a defensive stance, while Sky makes the mistake of going on the offensive with his halberd. A low sweeping kick sends him sprawling, and he grunts when he hits the floor.
"Is that all the mighty Team CRDL has?" I taunt.
"Dove, get her!" Cardin yells from behind me. The poor boy decides to obey his leader and swings his sword. I dodge and smile confidently, until, out of the corner of my eye, I notice the golden strand falling to the floor. NO ONE DAMAGES MY HAIR, I think, as waves of rage wash over me. With a yell of anger, I launch a spinning kick at Dove's face, which he stupidly tries to block with his sword. My foot snaps the blade clean in two, and makes contact with the intended target. Another one of Team CRDL down for the count. And probably the rest of the day. Still seething, I turn towards Cardin, who now looks worried. Running towards him, I pull my fist back, intending to punch him into next week.
"That's ENOUGH, Ms. Xiao Long!" I hear from behind me. I turn and see Professor Goodwitch, just as angry as the day of the food fight. "Explain yourself!" she demands.
"I was just minding my own business, when these idiots come over and attack me," I tell her. "Self-defense isn't against the rules, is it?"
She looks at Cardin. "Is that true?"
After receiving an intimidating glare from me (unseen to Goodwitch), he gulps and nods.
"Very well. Mr. Winchester, you and Mr. Lark will report to my office in ten minutes and give me a very good reason why you attacked Ms. Long. Mr. Thrush and Mr. Bronzewing, I suggest you head to the infirmary. Ms. Xiao Long, in future, please try to resolve conflicts civilly, instead of immediately resorting to violence. That approach is only needed on Grimm, who cannot reason. You are dismissed," Goodwitch says in a commanding tone, as befits her nature.
"Yes, Miss. I'll take my leave now," I say, before heading back to my room. At this point, my anger had subsided, and I realized my hangover was gone. Huh. Punching things really DOES help. On the way back, I bump into Ruby, who is with Sun Wukong.
"Yang! There's a serious problem," Ruby says breathlessly. "Blake's missing."
Sun nods gravely, before saying "I was hanging out with her in the library, nothing out of the ordinary, when she got up to go to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, she hadn't returned, so I went looking for her, and ran into Ruby. I asked if she'd seen Blake, and she hadn't, and she's not answering messages on her scroll."
At this point, I start to panic. Blake usually gives us a heads-up if she's going off on her own somewhere, and never fails to answer messages or calls if none of us know where she is. If she's been abducted, that worries me, because whoever did it must be one hell of a fighter to even lay a finger on her. Before I can say anything, however, one of the visitors from Haven approaches us. I don't know her name, but she's wearing a red dress that glows in a few places, and she has black hair going down just below one shoulder. Her yellow-orange eyes stare at us coldly.
"I'm afraid you won't be seeing your friend for a while…" she says menacingly, before continuing, "I have a use for her, then my employee will do with her as he wishes. After that, you get whatever's left…"
A/N: There's Chapter 2 for you. Not as long as last time, but we get some plot development… I'm not sure where I'm going with that last bit, but I'll work it out. Rest assured, Blake is going to be fine, I know that much, and the "use" Cinder mentioned will only be a small part of her grand plan. Don't know what that is either, I really am making it up as I go along. About the POV switch, I'm gonna try to stick with Yang's for the most part, but it will be clearly indicated whose POV a chapter begins with, and also when it switches. Thanks to everyone who followed so far (at the time of writing, that's 2 people, but it could be more when this is uploaded), and I hope you enjoyed. Again, leave a review and follow if you want to.