Disclaimer – I claim no ownership to the characters used in this fan work. The characters rightfully belong to their creators such as Monty Oum and their other respective owners at Roosterteeth.
Apathetic Sisters
Chapter 3: Pick-Up Girl
It was a clear Sunday night. Technically, it had gotten so late at night it had crossed over into the following day several hours ago.
Junior's club was far from dwindling, even given the time. It was however in that period in which new patrons stopped arriving. Those there were sure to enjoy themselves, but new arrivals were far and few. Exhaustion would surely set in as time went on and would eventually clear out.
With only stragglers remaining, some of the staff were allowed to leave and retire early. The older of the Malachite siblings being one of these lucky few.
Left alone, Miltiades sat at the mostly barren black bar in the back of the club. Her back to the wall, she sat facing the dance floor. In her hands was her scroll, text messages exchanged every few seconds. None of the party goers currently flirting with her due to their more than willing inebriation.
Spending some time behind the counter, the club's owner watched this display with a flat frown. Putting down a glass he was drying at the moment, he decided to pay a visit to his employee.
"Would it kill you to smile?" The owner lamented. His tone louder than average as he had to overpower the music blasting from the speakers and handiwork of his own DJ. "Look, I know half the kids here can't see straight at this point, but I bet they'd still appreciate seeing a crooked slant over your face now and again." His words closer to orders than advice.
Closing her hand-held, the ebony haired girl looked over her shoulder. "Are you giving me a raise?" She asked, immediately waltzing into the territory of self-interest, at least in her tone of voice.
Cocking a brow, the older man gave the other a quizzical stare. "What? No."
With a blink, short haired girl never looked away. "Is my sister getting a raise?"
Growing a low partially worn scowl, Junior shook his head a few times. "No."
"Are me and my sister going to start getting more time off?" The questions still lacking emotion even while beginning to seem more inquisitive. "Finally paying overtime?" The last question far more accusatory than the others.
For a moment, Junior was forced to look away nervously. "L-Listen I-" Before he could even finish his employee opened her mouth up again.
"Then why would I be smiling?" Her tired emerald eyes piercing up at her employer's gaze. Her sharp words given way by her draining daily work and constant late hours.
Starting to walk away the short haired male took up his glass and gave his back to the younger employee. "I wouldn't know." He replied, checking his wristwatch. "It's almost three. You can head out." The man concluded checking over his shoulder, the teen already rising onto her feet. With a brief shake of his head, Junior turned away to return to his own business.
Without a word of goodbye, the younger sister hopped off the bar stool. As she began taking her leave, she pulled down the edges of the skirt of her crimson dress in an attempt to ward off any creases that may have formed during her small break. The pale skinned woman took slow but steady strides in her elegant heels, choosing to walk around the dance floor as apposed to through it.
Pushing passed the two large double doors of the establishment, the brisk air of the nighttime air immediately made it's presence known. Fixing her hair for a passing instant, she tucked one side of it behind her ear. Before she could take two steps out the front door, the sound of a revving vehicle purred loudly in front of her.
Staring ahead, the black haired teen saw a motorcycle parked right against the curb and facing the direction of the street. The owner, a familiar blond, seated on top. Hands firmly holding onto the handles even though she herself was facing the dance club.
Her long golden hair flowing with passing breeze, she smiled. "Geez, your hours are pretty nuts. I don't know how you girls do it." She exclaimed, very forthcoming.
"What are you even doing here?" The petite teen asked bluntly, deciding to ignore any possible greetings. Her tired green gaze staring with borderline disapproval.
Yang laughed happily at the remark. "I had some errands to run in town tonight. On my way back I decided to pop by your place and check up on the two of you. When I found your sis, she told me you were still working. So, I decided I'd come by and pick you up." Her chipper tone shining through even in the latest hours of the night.
With a sigh, the younger of the two girls started walking over to the bike. "Whatev-" Pausing for a moment, she once again stopped to stare at the blond haired woman, eying her suspiciously. "You had errands to run, at three AM?" She questioned with harping disbelief.
Growing a somewhat sheepish look, Yang glanced away with minor shades of embarrassment. "I may have been waiting here a while." The student admitted before sharply turning back. "Not my fault your hours suck." Her tongue sticking out at the end for a second, childishly.
Shaking her head, the black haired teen hopped onto the backside of the motorcycle. "Whatever." She commented, finishing her prior statement of disregard.
Pulling up her helmet which had been resting in front of her abdomen, Yang seated it firmly on top of her head. "Oh! By the way, I only got one of these things, so hang on tight. Okay, Miltiades?" Before the other could answer, if she were at all, the older of the two jumped up in her seat. With a wide smile, she looked over her shoulder excitedly. "Hey! I got it right on the first try that time!" She boasted in self praise.
Blinking up at the other female without a shred of joy, she reluctantly wrapped her arms around the her waist. "Like, lucky me." The younger of the Malachhite sisters responded unenthused, too tired to criticize her actions at the moment.
Eyes forward once again, Yang checked around her before peeling off of the curb. Heading forward out of the parking lot, she glanced down the road for confirmation of any oncoming cars before swerving safely but sharply onto the road heading deeper into the city.
Instinctively, Miltiades tightened her grip around the blond's waist as soon as the first turn transpired. This was the first time the two had ridden her bike. The younger girl hadn't realized she would drive so confidently, especially this late at night. It was a stark shock from her casual tedium of the ending of her shift at the club.
Blazing down the busy streets, the lacerating winds started affecting her. Unsurprisingly, a sleeveless dress with a short frilled skirt was not the best attire for a speeding session through the late night city streets of Vale. Leaning forward, she started resting her forehead close to the older's admittedly broad back to shield her skin from the oncoming winds.
The vibrating vehicle's constant tremors mixed with the other's warm figure was unexpectedly comforting. Just as the fierce winds began slowing down, the engine of the motorcycle dying off, the ebony haired girl started closing her eyes, her arms remaining tightly fastened while she rested her exhausted gaze.
When the winds stopped almost completely and Yang's body fidgeting slightly, Miltiades' eyes shot back open. Pulling back, she saw that the two were temporarily parked at stoplight. Her building, visible just down the block.
Turning over her shoulder, the blond huntress in-training looked down at the younger girl. "Forgot to mention, Beacon's got this teacher meeting thing tomorrow morning. Which means morning classes are canceled." With an uncertain look, she stared into the younger's jaded eyes. "Mind if I spend the night at your place again?" This being the first time Yang had enough foresight and actually intended on staying over instead of just allowing it to happen and inconvenience her.
Looking up at the older woman, the normally callus teen could feel the corners of her lips twitch for a fleeting moment, probably from the cold. "Do what you want." She replied offhandedly, even going as far as glancing away toward the adjacent sidewalk. Looking back, she saw Yang wore a cheeky if not wry smirk. "What?" The petite girl asked with instantaneous annoyance at the new found expression.
Yang laughed silently to herself. "Did one of the Malachite twins just smile at me?" A slight giggle escaping her by the end.
Miltiades could feel her cheeks redden in frustrated embarrassment at the comment. "Yeah right." The girl whispered to herself in disbelief. Completely ignoring the remark.
"Aw! Don't be that way." The blond teased, enjoying the moment for all it's worth. "I thought it was cu-"
"Green light." The younger brought up, cutting her off without a trace of remorse or hesitation.
Whipping her head forward, the student was faced by the red glow of a still halting stoplight. "Hey! It's not-" By the time she had come to this realization, the light had shifted back to a green hue. "You emotionally constipated girls are no fun at all." The older complained aloud as she started speeding off once more.
Her expression softened however when the younger once again pressed herself tightly behind her. The pale skinned girl's head resting softly against her back. A smile regrowing upon the blond's face as she stared at the familiar apartment building and their less than half a minute away destination, now just a little further down the road.
… … …
Walking inside her flat, Melanie locked the door behind her. Sliding a slim cheap white jacket off her shoulders, the girl folded it up in her arms. She Noticed a pair of red and black heels beside the entrance way as she in.
"Miltia!" The teen called out a little lazily. It wasn't so loud, but loud enough so that her sister could hear her from as far away as the bathroom in the other corner of the room. "That naggy building attendant said Yang needs to start parking her bike away from the building. Some of the residents are-" Turning toward the center of the room, the older halted her explanation.
Just in front of the couch, Yang was busying herself by doing pushups. Vigorously and without signs of slowing down, she would proceed to do one after the other, counting aloud to herself as she did so.
Above her, legs crossed Indian-style, donned in her casual night attire, sat Miltiades. She was holding her head up in her left hand while the right held the television remote. Her glossy stare pointed disinterestedly at the monitor while this was happening.
"Thirty five, thirty six..." The blond continued, grunting very partially after every count. "Almost at fifty. Get ready to eat your words!" The teen exclaimed competitively.
Not impressed, the short haired girl above her started flipping through the channels. "Like, whatever will I do."
Author Notes:
It's hard to write lightly affectionate apathy without wandering into Tsun territory. I'll have to be careful of that in the future.
