YANG GETS TROLLED... WITH WIESS AND RUBY MEETING A NEW FRIEND!
As the deft huntress moved, through the closeted alley-ways that had seen better days. Covered in grime and reeking of blood, it made for the perfect ambush for prey -
Ah, just on cue. The growl of what seemed to be of ten-thousand starved hounds resounded throughout the night air. Menacing and with such ferocity that made weaker men tremble- it's glowing-lupine eyes both seeing and unseeing with animalistic hunger. Inching closer, the huntress readied herself...
Her weapons - in prime condition.
Her gear - perfectly suited to the enemy.
And above all else...
No-one to distract her.
Grinning an almost maniacal grin, Yang Xaio Long felt something akin to a high as she neared her pixelated foe. Her body tense, blood pumping, and eyes focused as she zoomed in on her target. Blakey was out on one of her excursions, Ruby and the Princess were-
Well, to be honest, Yang had no idea where her sister was at the moment, considering she just started her round and was focused on the first enemy. All the blonde knew was that it had something to do with 'Weiss,' but Ruby darted out the door before she fully explained.
Shrugging to herself, the brawler refocused her energy: Moving the thumb-stick by the slightest margins... she slowly and steadily inched forward into the perfect kill-shot.
"Say goodnight" Repeating a famous quote from one of her favorite actors, Yang felt her whole body thrum with energy-
Only for it to be cut short by some jackass Beast Roaring her off the edge into the abyss below.
Staring at the screen, she blinked like a owl. One second passed...
Two seconds...
Th-
"What the actual-fuck was that?!" She roared so similarly to the attack that killed her character, face beat-red as the familiar iconic words popped up.
You Died.
Now see, any normal person: be they human, faunus, or whatever have you; would see those exact words and be angry... maybe pissed. However, Yang was one of those people who saw the words quite differently.
It went a little-bit like this:
You Died! By Getting Your Bitch-Ass Blown Off The Damn Side Of a Cliff Like A Mother-Fuckin' Drunk-Ass-Version Of Dumb-Ass Dorothy! Congratulations! You Suck Not Only At Life, But You Royally Suck Donkey-Balls At Gaming!
It was a smack in her face if there ever was one.
Growling, she quickly snapped into action as soon as the game stopped loading. Trekking back to the same area would take at least an hour tops. Something that the son-of-a-bitch who blew her off the literal side of a fuckin' cliff would know about quite shortly.
Cracking her knuckles, then her neck and finally shoulders - Yang's violet eyes turned near-scarlet as she let loose her own version of 'Beast-Mode'.
"Alright motherfucker - Now, you got my attention."
0-0
"Wiesss!"
"No."
"But-But-"
"I said no."
"But he-"
"Ruby-"
"So CUTE!"
"Damn-it Ruby - No means no!"
Huffing, the young leader crossed her arms. Trying in vain to ignore the large, teary eyes that looked up from it's whimpering form. Black ears pulled back, it sniffled and let loose a pitiful whine.
Now, your most likely asking yourself - what's going on? Are they talking about Blake? Are they FINALLY dating? Did they have hot s-
For Dust-Sakes, get your mind out of the gutter... Pervert.
It was around eleven - the sun shining and students rushing and milling about. Some attempting to delay the inevitable and trying their damnedest to escape another minute of 'Goodwitch's Classroom a.k.a. the illusive and mysterious 10th Circle of Hell.' some bemoan their fate, others accepted it without question-
And then, there were four so called 'Magnificent-Bastards' who managed to escape the hell and torment for a blessed day without fear of referral or further torment.
As Ruby rushed out the door, yanking the icy songstress behind her like a second-wintery cape, the crimson-hued girl's mind was racing a mile a minute. Knowing full well that the 'punishment' yesterday (courtesy of Head-Master Ozpin, that magnificent caffeine-addicted bastard) was practically a slap on the wrist, the young-huntress intended to take full advantage of their 'grounding.'
Basically, they were forbidden to leave Beacon or The Forever Falls, and pretty much confined to these two places.
Pretty much - team RWBY had a day off that wasn't either a weekend or a school holiday.
'Professor Ozpin, your officially one of my favorite people... not right now, because Weiss is here and then there's my sister and Blake - Uncle Qrow and D-'
"RUBY!"
"Eh-What?" Grey-eyes looked up. The personification of winter, elegance and ethereal beauty given human form, the heiress to the Schnee Dust Corp. - Weiss Schnee, looked down from her taller advantage. A slight smirk crossed her face, and warmly this time, she repeated the question, "Are you going to let go of my hand, or...?"
"Ah, whoa- Sorry Weiss!" Letting go almost instantly, the small girl felt a sharp loss of warmth. Not noticing that the same look was on her companions face, she started, "I- There's something that I- Well... You see, the thing is..." A deep blush coated her features, and looking down Ruby started to play with her hands - a nervous habit.
The older woman, eyebrow arched and mouth curled, knew that she wasn't going to get a straight answer from the younger Rose sibling's fumbling. So, looking around, artic eyes taking in the scene before her - Weiss pieced together what Ruby wanted while the girl still stuttered.
It was a clearing, similar to the one where they were first tested to find that damn 'relic' of Ozpin's. Free of any major ruins or debris, it was a rather cheerful place -
And noticing the new addition had Weiss' breath hitch and heart stutter.
"Ruby... are you...?" Gesturing at the set, the small basket and striped blanket all placed near a small gathering of trees that made a cozy natural cover. Eyes widened and mouth nearly agape, the stern-faced girl quickly reprimanded herself. As she gazed back into warm eyes, she couldn't help but smile. Holding out her hand to the younger woman, she asked, "Shall we?"
"S-seriously? Your not-?"
"Ruby- to be honest?" At the nod from the red-haired hurricane, the fencer continued with some reluctance. "To be honest - this is the sweetest thing that anyone's ever done for me. So don't feel bad about it not being 'flashy' or anything. I love it just like I love you the way you are-"
A pause... Two hearts stuttered and fluttered about like caged maelstrom of emotions as minds raced. Faces equally red, eyes wide and mouths agape; both girls couldn't be told apart from one another at that moment.
'Did she-'
'Did I-'
'Holy crap-'
'Oh shit-'
'What did I do-'
'What do I say-'
'She loves me-'
'She-'
Looking at Weiss' face, one could rarely tell what the heiress thought at most times. She carefully guarded her emotions like secrets, and buried whatever feelings she may have deep inside of herself. The frosty woman earned her nickname 'Ice Princess' for a reason - not just because of her attitude or her father.
Yet looking up from her position, Ruby could make out the barest of twitches - the slight ticks that normally let her know if Weiss was alright or not. The heiress would sometimes have a perpetual pout, yet from the way her brows and eyes lighting up Ruby was able to tell if that pout meant she was angry, petulant, or just outright annoyed. Now...
It was like all that ice, all those walls were starting to fail and give out - Everything that made Weiss Schnee untouchable emotionally was crashing down all at once. Over her admitting that...
That she loved Ruby.
"Ruby..." No, she thought. If you do this - you'll ruin her. You'll ruin everything that you ever had with this wonderful, amazing woman. Take it back. Laugh it off and put your armor of ice, dust, and steel back on. As the thoughts raced within her fragile mind, vision blurred with some unknown pain - a pain that Weiss hadn't experienced in years - her thoughts continued to stab and flay her wounded heart. She's too pure - she's too good for you Weiss Schnee. It's time to accept that Ruby Rose is the one person who you-
Like a veil, it was lifted. Like the center of a hurricane, every destructive and wounded urge ceased.
Because in that moment - Ruby knew what she was feeling. At that moment - Ruby went with her instinct to lean in.
And kissed Weiss.
It was a light peck, barely there. A sweet kiss that spoke of more than just a simple love or even a lustful-love. Earnest and honest - it conveyed to Weiss most of what she needed more than anything-
It was Ruby saying those three simple, beautiful words that make even the most strongest of men break down into tears that finished the fencer off.
"I love you too."
That sweet voice, with those lilting-words softly uttered and gently spoken. That's all it took to make the heiress break down. Crumpling to the ground, overwhelmed with pure emotion for the first time in over sixteen years - Weiss Schnee cried.
0-0
Returning to the dorms, Blake knew she shouldn't be surprised. The cat-like faunus knew the golden-blonde better than she knew herself, and when her ears twitched at the sound of growling and swearing the midnight-hued girl let loose a loud sigh.
"Let the games begin..." And hand on the door, she opened it with a muttering, "Here we go again..."
Entering the dorm, now fully repaired thanks to whatever method that Ozpin used, she was greeted by a loud, angered, roaring, "MOTHERFUCKER!"
And a very, very welcome sight.
Sitting cross-legged in front of the T.V. in nothing but her yellow sports-bra and bumble-bee boxer-shorts, Yang was otherwise bare for all to see. A light sheen of sweat coated her form, muscled and fit from hours of boxing regularly. Blonde hair, untamed and unbound, hung like waves of liquid-gold over bronzed skin. A bead of sweat trailed down the slope of her neck, down the curve of the bra covered bre-
'Okay Blake, deep breaths now... Don't have a heart-attack at seventeen - save it for when your fifty...'
"SUCK IT!" Yang roared, her foe weakened and vulnerable to the relentless fury of attacks as a wild-feral smirk appeared on her face. Chiseled muscles straining, blonde-brows then furrowed in anger as violet eyes returned to red. Yelling out a 'No, No, NO-'
Only for her poor character - Fang - to die from a Beast Roaring off the same. damn. cliff.
Near the same. damn. Beast.
By the same. damn. motherfucker.
"GO SUCK AN URSA'S LEFT-NUT! FUCKIN' HACKER!" She roared at the screen, and the dark huntress looked on. Torn between amusement for the fighter to yell at a game-
Or shame for falling for said fighter.
A slight giggle escaped, causing the golden huntress to whirl around. Facing the bookworm, she cried out, "Oh thank the friggin' stars- Blake, I need you!"
"W-what?" A small stutter escaped, and a heated blush appeared on the moon-touched skin. Ears twitched and golden-eyes darted to and fro, Blake asked, "Can you- can you repeat that because I must've misheard-"
Standing up abruptly, the taller huntress of team RWBY made her way to the stuttering girl. Looking down, she pushed back swarming thoughts of 'Blakey's so CUTE!'
"I need your help beating the shit outta this- this-" She was too pissed to even find the words to describe the bastard. She Yang stuck to her guns: and was about to call it like it was until Blake beat her to it.
"Motherfucker?" That low-husky tone speaking such a gruff word...
'Whoa-Oh shit, calm down Yang...'
"Y-yeah, this fuck-wit's been up my ass all fuckin' day." Moving away and towards the console, Yang returned to sitting cross legged. Glaring at the screen, she growled out. "This guy might be really good... But I'm better."
Repressing a shiver, the swords-woman looked at the user name. Glancing over the name, she said to Yang, "How long have you been here?"
"Uhh..." Looking at the clock, Yang said. "Four-Five hours?"
Standing up, she grabbed a slightly-sweat arm. Resisting the urge to flex, the blonde was trying to ask what the hell was happening until Blake explained, "Your taking a shower - The way you smell, you could attract a Beowolf or even a damn Boarbatusk for all I know."
"Huh? Wait, Bla-" She was cut off.
"Shower. Now." And shoving the golden fighter into the bathroom, the dark huntress allowed herself a small smirk at the username that tormented Yang:
*_the-lady-of-self-imposed-silence_*
0-0
The gentle rays of the suns fading light shone on the small hollow. It's wooden roots twisted and turned to create cracks and openings, allowing the dying of the day-time light to scatter and morph into various shapes. Hidden from all of the world, two lovers lay in an embrace, clothed and comforted in each-other. The eldest, snow-white and pure as new fallen snow, lie on top of one who was rose-red. Wearing a scarlet hooded-cape and dark corset-skirt, the younger woman's arms shielded and protected the delicate girl. Nose wrinkling and face scrunching, Weiss opened her eyes-
And immediately let loose a piercing scream.
Shooting up from her relaxed state, Ruby Rose was prepared for the worst- She was literally prepared to face a flock of Nevermore if it meant that the heiress was safe. Gripping her scythe with both hands, grey gaze turned into steel as she swung-
And stopped all her momentum at the tiny creature sitting in front of Weiss.
It's... it's not possible- It can't be-
"Weiss... A-Am I seeing- Is that really a-" The team-leader was cut off by an adorable yip.
"Yeah..." The fencer couldn't be bothered by informal language right now - the sight was too amazing. "It's a Beowolf-"
"PUPPY!" The small red-head let loose a squeal of utter joy, the small ball of fur yipping and barking in response.
It was a tiny thing, less than a half-a-foot tall of round, pudgy fur. It's tiny Grimm-mask was adorably big as were it's paws. The tail thumped from behind, and it's mouth hung open - tongue rolling out.
"Aww- He looks so derpy!"
"It's a Beowolf- It's supposed to be dead!"
"What?!" Ruby looked at Weiss, aghast. She looked quickly between the Grimm and her girlfriend, and said, "But-But Weiss! Look at him, he's just a puppy!"
"He's the embodiment of evil!"
"He's adorable and you know it!"
"That thing is a menace and no! I don't think he's adorable!"
A small whine was let loose, and Ruby knelt down next to the baby Grimm. "Aww- It's okay Sif. Your alright."
Weiss splutter and attempted to ask, 'What the hell does that mean?!' When Ruby, once again, answered her question.
"We're gonna get to Beacon, and then you'll have a nice cozy home to stay in!"
"WHAT?!"
[You just finished the final word to what seems to be an excellent story. As you turn your gaze away, a note catches your eye: titled 'Author's Note, your begun to read.]
My, my, my! Such responses! Some of you are no doubt wondering who Yang's troll is- I believe the username will be enough of an positive I.D. On another note, I'm not entirely sure if the RWBY series even has 'Baby Grimm.' Would be an interesting concept, but a highly doubtful one considering they are 'made of evil' more or less. Still, my Muse wouldn't leave me alone with the idea until it was written... thus the final bit with Weiss and Ruby was born and my minor-writer's block was solved.
As for their 'Gamer-Personalities' it was unintentional. I imagined Yang to be a gamer who rages and breaks shit, and either Weiss or Blake to be INSANELY good at playing. Ruby, I based her 'I don't like to swear' traits on people I know. Unfortunately, they LOVE to remind me of my potty-mouth with a fucking swear jar of all things.
But, DaBoomer57, since you mentioned it, I decided to add the most hated-reviled gamer that EVERYONE has to deal with in an online community (And one of the major reasons why I stopped playing online) - The Troll.
Also, I am starting to run out of ideas: What I meant in my last AN is that if any of you (kogen-to-yami and deathgundam006 ) have any requests as to what Game I should write about next then tell me. The next one (might be a bit cruel considering) that I'm going to feature is either the badass game we all know as MONSTER-HUNTER...
Or Dance-Dance Revolution. I'm not entirely picky - Anything except Call of Duty. Don't ask me to do it - please. Should you decide to troll me with that nonsense - I'll feed you to my hounds.
[Signed with a flourish, in an old penmanship that spoke of an ancient rhyme]
The Gentleman With A Cane
P.S. To Requiem the Eternal - I thank you, Ser Knight, for your kind words. May your Muse be ever blessed and faithful.
