First notes, thanks for the reviews. So, Gear001, I'm glad you enjoyed, and yes, I am trying to go with a different type of Yang, but still trying to keep the friendly, chipper, peppy side.

And Kalico37. Holy constructive criticism. All I can say is, I know where I made my mistakes, and I'll do my best to make sure they don't happen again.

And I'm glad that the guests are eager for me to write more.

But, enough of all that, I should get along with the story.

So, Yang eagerly accepted my offer. "That sounds like a great idea!" she was positively beaming. "Oh, but you should probably keep that one, "she said, gesturing to the coin she had given me earlier, "It'll bring you good luck, I'm sure!"

I blink blankly at her and put the coin into my coat pocket. "If you say so," I reply, hints of gratitude falling into my tone. I turn around and begin walking towards the front doors of the library, noticing that the snowfall and wind have died down to a bearable enough level. Yang quickly catches up to me and walks at my pace, a steady one, but not too fast either. Just, brisk.

Yang takes a few extra steps ahead and holds the door open for me to make my exit. I am mildly taken aback by her politeness, seeing as how my life hasn't nessacarily been full of it. "Uh, thanks," I tell her nicely. Wow. Haven't really used that tone in a while.

Yang's face grew wide with a smile. "Hey, no problem!" she replies merrily. After we walk out of the building and close the door behind ourselves, Yang puts her earmuffs on and I pull the collar of my black coat up. Sure, the wind's died down quite a bit, but it's still bitterly cold out here with the wind chill. And I hate the cold.

Yang then speaks up, "Hey, I know a place not too far from here that we can go to!" I turn to look at her with my blank stare. For some odd reason, this seemed to fluster Yang a bit, so she quickly added, "If, that's okay with you." So thoughtful and considerate.

There was only one thing I wanted to drink at this current moment, and one thing only. "As long as they have frnch vanilla mocha I'll be content." I tell her particularly. She nods her head up and down.

"Yep, with whipped cream too!" Yang responded cheerily. My god, she just said the magic words. Those two words that made my heart dance with joy.

"Well, let's get moving! Lead the way!" I announce abruptly, putting Yang off the tiniest bit. But, I'm sure that she was just as eager as I was to get out of the cold, so she walked along at triple time, myself following in her footsteps to the letter.

We walk along for several minutes, not a word being spoken between us. I don't know if Yang was too busy thinking, if she was concentrating on finding our destination, or if she just wasn't in the mood, which I heartily doubt. I revelled in the silence, nonetheless. It's something I've grown accustomed to, silence.

Abruptly, Yang made a sharp left turn and walked to the door of an old, grey stone building. The place looked like it needed sprucing up a bit, the moss on the side barely noticable over the falling snow, but still noticable. Yang walked up to the door and opened it, the melodious sound of a bell ringing from inside in response. She gestured me inside, though I was still wary to her politeness. I entered regardless, wanting to get my body into the warmth of a building, rather than being outside in the bitter cold. After mumbling a quiet "Thank you" I step inside and shake off my arms and boots, hoping to get any caught snow off. Yang follows in short measure, doing the same actions as I am, brushing off the small amount of snow on her shoulders and in her hair.

After finishing up, I look up and around the room to find next to no one even inside, customers wise at least. There were several empty oak wood tables, aside from one occupied by a redhead and blonde, and all the chairs set up by the bar at the window were empty. In short, I could get used to coming here.

Yang walks up to the counter, a boy dressed in green with black hair and a magenta stripe running through it, standing behind it. I follow behind her in short measure.

"Heya Ren!" Yang called out to the young man. He looked upward from his textbook sitting on the counter with a smile on his face, and a welcoming look in his eye.

"Ah, Yang. How nice to see you. The usual?" he asked closing up his textbook and placing it underneath the counter.

Yang nodded, a smile plastered on her face. "Yep, plus a large french vanilla mocha, please." Wow, she remembered.

His eyebrow raised in response to the request. But, he quickly pieced two and two together. "Ah, I see. For your friend in black I presume?" he asked, pushing buttons on the cash register off to his left. Yang answered his question with a simple nod. "Alright then, so your total comes to-" Ren attempted to tell Yang how much she needed to pay, when a loud bang echoed from the double swinging doors behind him. Ren just turned to Yang, trying his best to mask the obvious irratation he was feeling. "Go and sit down. Your drinks will be prepared shortly after I deal with THAT problem."

With that, he turns and enters through the double doors. After he looked around for a little bit, I could hear the annoyed male voice saying, "Nora, HOW do you even make something like that blow up?!" Yang giggled a little in response, and I couldn't help but have a smile on my face. Yang started walking over to the bar and gestured for me to follow. She's probably guessed by now that I really wouldn't have minded where we sat.

She had taken off her brown jacket and set it down in the chair. And, might I add, that jacket certainly did a good job of what she was concealing. She had an orange v-neck on underneath, and quite a... uh... well endowed... uhm... I'll just... leave it at that... She had a gold colored chain hanging around her neck, holding a symbol that seemed to resemble a heart, but... burning? Well, its not that out there, compared to mine anyway.

After taking my brief glance of Yang I decide to follow suit, proceeding to take my coat as well, undoing the buttons and the clasp for the band around my waist. A few seconds after finishing up and putting the coat on my chair, Yang lets out a low whistle. I look up at her, and decide to keep my loose black beanie on. I don't need a scene occurring. But, she had piqued my curiosity.

"Why'd you do that?" I ask, genuinely curious, and sitting down in my chair. She had her head rested in her open right palm, leaning on the counter, and was staring at me. But, after finally registering that I had asked a question she quickly bolted upward in her seat.

"Uhm, well, I just don't expect someone with your... reserved nature to wear an outfit like that," she replies, earnestly by the sound of it. But, I was quite confused by what she meant. I take a quick glance downward and mentally smack myself. I just had to put on my white to black v-neck this morning, didn't I?

It's the shirt I own that starts white at my neckline and slowly turns from grey to black as it goes further to my waist. I only wear it because its really soft, but its a little tight around my curves so... it can attract some unwanted attention. Especially since I usually couple it with a pair of black tights and my fluffy black Ugg boots. Which I just so happen to be doing today.

I hug myself a little, feeling the material with my hands. "Its comfy. That's why," I tell Yang softly. I love the feeling of soft or fuzzy objects on my skin.

Yang grins broadly at my statement, nodding her head up and down quickly. "That's the best way to dress! Whatever feels comfortable!" she replies to me exuberantly, a strange glint appearing in her lavender colored eyes. "But aside from that, what do you do with your life?" I'm initaially taken aback by this statement, but I realize that she means no harm.

"Well, I am currently studying at the Beacon University for my English major," I reply excitedly to Yang. "I'm currently in my first year, but I'm going to grind through it." She nods her head up and down seeming to be thinking.

"Yeah, that seems like it would be the best thing for a person like you," she gives a thumbs up as well, and I can feel a small smile creeping its way onto my face. "All the luck in the world to ya!"

Shortly after that statement, Ren comes up to the two of us with a large mug in each of his hands. He sets them down in front of us, and Yang starts to fish around in her pocket. "How much do I owe you, again?" she asks, but Ren holds up a hand to stop her.

"Its fine, Dad told me to let you two have it on the house. Since you had to wait becuase of Nora," he added, mildly annoyed. Yang snickered a little, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Well, tell him thank you very much," I tell him graciously.

Ren looks at me, seeming to be studying me. After a few seconds he speaks up again, "I'll be sure to do that. Good luck Yang." With that over and done with, he left us. I'm a tad confused at what he means by Good luck Yang, but I don't think it really matters.

"So, what do you do in your spare time Yang?" I ask kindly. To tell the truth, I'm actually quite curious about how Blondie spends her life. After taking a sip from her mug and exhaling in satisfaction, she starts humming a little, seeming to be thinking. I wait patiently, taking a sip my mug as well. Mmmmmm, vanilla and whipped cream. Why couldn't everything have vanilla and whipped cream? Oh, it appears that Yang is talking.

"...I mostly do anything that involves physical activity. Swimming, running, exercising, beating arrogant boys in arm wrestling." she was getting more and more excited as the list went on, and I couldn't help but feel the positive vibes run off on to me. "Tickle matches with my little sister, yeah. Life rocks."

"So, you and Ruby are sisters? I find that a little hard to believe, considering the fact that you two share absolutely no genetic traits," I inform Yang, pointing out the obvious. She takes another sip of her coffee. "Well, visual genetic traits at least."

"Yeah, my mother and father adopted her when I was seven. So, that would make her five at the time. She had come to the door, soaking wet from the heavy rainfall. Her cloak was draped over her head, and she was just standing there, not saying a word. Eventually, she fell face first into our house and fainted. She didn't wake up for three days. When she did though, she acted as though she had known us for all her life. It was really weird, but it wasn't as though we could just say no. So, we went with it." Yang kept droning on, somberly. "And, here we are now, I guess."

I listened throughout her entire explanation intently, listening to every word as if it were as important as the last. Suddenly, Yang's phone rang in her pocket.

Red, like roses... Fills my head with dreams... "Speak of the devil." Yang picked up the phone with a merry, "Hello-o-o-o-o", I was assuming it was Ruby. I smiled, taking a largerdrink from my mug as I watch Yang's expression slowly darken. "What do you mean you tried to bake cookies again?" Um, she doesn't sound too happy. "Mom and Dad don't need a new stove Ruby!" She quickly facepalmed and drug her hadn down her face. "Fine, I'll be there in ten minutes." At that, she hangs up on her phone giving an exasperated sigh.

"Do I want to know?" I ask, carefully trying not to antagonise Yang further.

Yang took a huge gulp out of her mug and clinked it back onto the bar table. "Ruby tired to bake cookies at home again. With Weiss's help. I just hope Weiss doesn't mind buying Mom and Dad a new stove."

"Uh huh..." I nod my head in understanding. "So, you're on your way then?"

"Unfortunately." Yang sighs in dismay. "It was a good conversation we had though, right?" Yang asked cheerily. It was obvious that she didn't want to go anywhere anytime soon.I just smirk a little, nodding my head in agrement. And then, I had an idea pop in to my head.

"Yang, can I have your phone please?" Yang looks up at me with a look of bewilderment. She does submit with a shrug and passes her phone over to me. I quickly flip into her contacts section and hit Add Contact.

Blake Belledonna. 489-012-6484. And then I tap on the picture icon. Take new Picture. I take the phone and hold it away from myself a little, giving a small smile and pressing the button. After hearing an oddly appropiate picture taking sound (for lack of better description) I hit Save Contact.

"Here you go." I tell Yang, handing her phone back. She takes it gingerly and unlocks it, flipping through different things to see what I could've done. In the end, her face lit up with a smile after she had discovered what I had done. "Keep in touch alright?" I ask her kindly. She nods exuberantly in response.

"You got it!" Afterward, she takes her huge mug and downs the rest of the liquid remianing in it. She takes the mug away from her face and I do my best to stifle a giggle after seeing the small brown mustache left behind. I slowly take my phone out of my pocket, doing my best to flip it to its camera. "Uh, what is it Blake?"

"Nothing, just hold still. I'm gonna need a contact picture too," I tell her in false security. She just raises an eyebrow initially, but it quickly gives way to a silly grin. I snap the picture and celebrate mentally in triumph. She still hasn't even realised the mustache.

"Well, I need to go and assess the damage my sister created," Yang tells me uneagerly. She gets up and pulls on her brown coat and earmuffs. "I'll text you later, okay?"

"Whenever, no need to rush," I reply indifferently. She headed towards the front door and opened it up, taking one last glance at me before she left.

"Be seein' ya." I tell her waving goodbye. She smiles and waves in response joyfully skipping past me behind the window. She stops for a second and gives me a quick wink before she leaves, leaving me feeling a little... odd. I take one final, long sip of my drink... And then, WHAM! I spit out my drink in shock, the loud noise scaring me. I look up and all I see is snow and blonde covering the window. I shake my head, but can't shake the smile accompanying it. Yes, I will definately be seeing Yang again.

Woooow, that was a lot of writing. I'm quite impressed with myself actually. But, I definately would've spent more time thinking about this scenario if my friend hadn't made one very close to this happen. He took me out for coffee, and he brought a friend of his along. We talked, exchanged ideas, jokes, etc, and left with each others' phone numbers. She was pretty. Er, I mean, uhhhh... Crap.