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Apathetic Sisters

Chapter 4: Confrontation

Late one night, Yang found herself seated at the desk in her school dorm room. The light of her open scroll being the only artificial light source. Dressed in her night shorts and orange tank top, the blond fidgeted about every now and then.

The rest of her teammates were all asleep in their beds, like she herself wished she was. Instead, she was sitting at a desk in her room, eyes glancing at the time displayed on her scroll every passing minute or two. A disgruntled look on her face, a hand ran through her hair. The time now reading close to one AM. It officially passing over into Tuesday some time ago. With a quiet groan, she laid her head down over her arms, eyes still fixated on the small device.

The mess had started a couple weeks ago. Budding from a minuscule quarrel, an argument had ensued between the huntress in-training and the callous twins. With the blond's temper getting the better of her, she had said some things she had regretted almost immediately. When the sisters didn't even bother responding, she stormed out of their flat for an angry ride back to the school.

In the two week period between, nothing so much as close to even a single text was exchanged. Yang sighed in a partially aggravated manner. She knew full well that the twins would never be the first to apologize.

"Two whole weeks in a row. What's the occasion? Boyfriend trouble?" The reserved faunus remarked, stepping out from her bed. Her arms crossed, the midnight kimono wrapped around her figure.

Jolting into an upright sitting position, Yang whipped her head behind her. The rapid motion almost causing her to fumble out of her seat. "Geez, Blake, you scared me." She responded with a hearty reassuring smile. A raised brow, she looked up at her teammate. "Boyfriend?" She asked.

Leaning on the side of the desk beside her classmate, the black haired faunus gave a simple head nod. "Yes. It's what we decided was the cause of your weekly disappearances." Her response leaning on blunt, but was far from insensitive.

Yang laughed, doing her best to not raise too much commotion. "Yeah, I guess it's something like that." Taking a moment, she took another quick peek at her scroll before turning back to her friend. "I hope I didn't wake you fussing with stuff."

Blake shook her head, not wanting to push blame. "It's fine. I'm just a light sleeper. Besides, your usual outings were much more noisy." The ebony haired woman admitted, trying at the least to be a little tactful.

The blond rubbed the back of her head embarrassingly. "Aw. And I thought I was being sneaky." With a saddening smile, Yang glanced back over at her hand-held device. "I'm not worrying them am I?"

Turning away, Blake looked over at the left bunks in the room, both girls sleeping peacefully in their beds. "Ruby says she trusts you, but I can tell she's worried about you." Looking back, she stared down with her golden iris'. "You should talk to her when you get the chance." The student advised.

Without even trying to dispute it, Yang nodded in agreement. "I know." With a small huff, she ran a hand through her hair again. "I guess, I just wanted to figure things out for myself first."

Concernedly, the black haired faunus placed a gentle hand over the other's shoulder. "We're here when you're ready to talk about it. I know, sitting around and moping won't solve anything."

Contemplating the words for a few moments, the blond's magenta eyes widened fully in an all of a sudden realization dawned on her. Sitting up straighter, she stared up at her teammate. "You're right, Blake. Just sitting around won't change anything."

Practically jumping up into a stand, Yang dashed over to their closet. "I need to hurry!" She shouted in a barely hushed whisper.

With a tired scowl, Blake walked partially in the direction toward other. "Yang, it's too late for this." The student stated, resting both arms on top of each other near her waist. "You can do this some other time."

Throwing her jacket on over her night ware, the buxom blond started hopping for the door as she tied one boot at a time. "I really can't." Yang briefly explained grabbing her motorcycle keys and stuffing them into her pocket. A forced smile on her face as she waved her teammate goodbye and left through the door.

In the other's exasperated state, she had unintentionally slammed the door behind her as she left. This causing Blake to slowly raise a hand to massage the bridge of her nose. Upon hearing slight rustling from the top bunk behind her, she turned around and strolled over to ease and comfort the bed's owner back to a soft slumber.

… … …

Her routine becoming habit by now, sneaking out of Beacon was a trifling feet at this point. It had only taken her ten minutes to sprint from her dorm and get to her bike before heading out onto the main road leading to Vale.

During fast paced trip, dark cloudy skies had given way to mild snowfall. Something that wasn't uncommon given the time of the season.

The uncooperative weather was more than just irksome. It was already late enough and now the blond was being forced to slow down and navigate around much slower moving traffic in the dense city streets.

The longer her trip took only gave the snowfall time to worsen. What had started off as harmless flurries that would melt on contact with any surface, it was quickly developing into a troublesome storm. Harsh winds and thickening flakes brushing against her rashly clothed skin.

Making it to the familiar apartment building, Yang parked her beloved bike on the sidewalk directly in front of the entrance to the building. Taking off her helmet, she left it on the chassis as she shut off the engine and tucked the keys away in her pocket.

As the teen walked up to the front door she rubbed her arms profusely. Her bare legs a little shaky as she mentally cursed her ill-thought-out selection of clothing.

Making it to the front door, she groaned when she realized the door was locked. Looking to her left, Yang saw a small potted plant perched on a nearby windowsill. Reaching over, she leaned one hand inside the pot and smiled when she discovered a spare key for the complex owners. A detail the twins had revealed to her on one of her visits.

As soon as the door was unlocked, Yang tossed the keys back where she found them and hurried inside where she could at the very least shelter herself from the frigid winds.

Shaking herself for a moment to warm up, the long haired woman immediately started heading up a flight of stairs right by the entrance way. Once at the top, she ran around the outer guard rail and up the next set of steps above it.

Making it to the third floor, Yang slowly walked over to the door she knew led to the Malachite's flat. Growing nearer, a hint of worry overtook her. Stopping directly in front of the door, she took a moment to collect herself. Tens of different ways she could handle the surely awkward situation filling her head.

With a deep breath, the blond reached up for the doorknob. As soon as she grabbed it, she was met with something disheartening that she wasn't expecting. Resistance opposing her as she attempted turning the knob.

A little annoyed at the lock, she rose up a clenched hand and was more than ready to pound it against the wooden surface without hesitation. Pulling her arm back, the moment was lost as her nerve left her. With an empty expression, she dropped her arm back to her side and slipped both hands into her jacket pockets.

Looking partially defeated, the blond trudged away from the door. Heading back down the flights of stairs, she walked with little purpose. Nonetheless, if the weather continued the way it was heading earlier, the longer she delayed the worse it would be for her.

Eventually making it back down to the ground floor, the teen left the building with a silent huff and long sigh. Walking down the small set of concrete steps leading to the sidewalk, she stood directly in front of her bike. Staring at it for a few seconds, she decided to give the complex one last look. To her surprise, several floors up, between the empty deadened second and fourth floors, was a lit up third.

Once again filled with a sudden boost of vigor, the blood looked around before spotting a fire escape fastened on the side of the building. Biting her lower lip, she sprinted into the alley.

Looking up, the black metal barely visible from the sparse street lights in the dead of night, Yang was at the very least able to tell that the ladder was pulled up as not in use. While out of reach, a dumpster beside her gave her an idea as well as inspiration.

Walking over to the oversized trash bin, she cleaned a growing layer of snow off the top metal lid with a swipe of her hand. Her fingertips and gloves now a little damp, she wiped them off on the sides of her jacket. Carefully, she climbed atop the slippery surface and stood up into a full stand. Locking onto the steel ladder a few feet above her, she backed up a few inches before vaulting up with what little room she had to work with. Arms stretching and extending upward, they were just able to latch onto the bottommost bar of the metal. Legs swinging back and forth, she was able to use their momentum to hoist herself higher and begin climbing regularly.

Pulling herself onto the lowest layer of the fire escape, she had already rushed to scale the building's second floor. Not satisfied with her progress, she ran around and up the adjacent steps, only slowing down once she made it to the third floor again.

Walking over to a window located on the side of the twin's room, she took a cheap breath to calm herself. Poking her head into view, she scanned the flat to find neither of the girls in sight, her gaze oriented through the small glass view located beside the television. This being the first time she had ever gazed into rather than out of that particular window.

With a huff, she firmly grabbed onto the middle of it's wooden frame. Waiting for a moment, she prayed so much that this window in particular was unlocked. With a quick tug, it slid right open. Smiling to herself, Yang moved her hands to the crack she had created and pushed the opening fully, making a hole large enough for her to fit through.

Ducking her head, the blond stuck one boot through and stepped into the room. Awkwardly, she pulled her head in and lifted her back leg up at a forced angle so that she could fit that in as well. Her front most boot squeaking as she fumbled her way inside.

Once all together again, fully inside, the blond looked up and across the flat to see two pairs of peering emerald eyes. On the opposite side of the room, they were just walking over from their bed area in the walled off corner. Both dressed in varied thrown on sweats as pajamas. The younger standing with arms crossed while Melanie slid a disproving hand onto her hip. Neither saying anything.

Smiling instinctively, Yang had to fight back the perking corners of her lip as she faced them. All the things she had been preparing to say and do when driving over here and paused at their door had ran away from her. Opening her mouth, it was promptly closed when she realized she had nothing to say. After a long moment, a tired but nervous laugh escaped from her. "Your uh... door was locked." She mentioned, pointing to the opposite end of the room. "So I had to... y'know." Awkward pauses lining her explanation as she motioned at the window behind her with a thumb over her shoulder, anything to busy her hands and mind.

Looking down in her rambling actions, the student saw just how disheveled her appearance was. That and a pool of water which had formed around her snow covered and squeaking boots. Arching a little further to try and clean it up caused a small clump of snowfall that had piled up near her shoulder to slump onto the floor beside it. Watching what she had done, she instead decided to stand back up, clicking her tongue in her mouth meanwhile, ignoring her mess.

"Why didn't you just knock?" Miltiades asked accusatively, being the first of the twins to audibly address her.

At the question, Yang found herself nodding. "Yeah. Probably woulda been easier. Ha ha..." She mumbled by the end, trailing off as she looked away.

"Why are you here?" The older of the twins inquired, getting straight to the point. Neither of the two sister's expressions softening since the blond's noticed arrival.

"Oh that..." Yang began, sharply turning her gaze back to the callus sounding pair. "I just came to see you two. I wanted to..." When the blond failed to notice so much as a hint of a reaction at her cause of post midnight arrival, she stopped her explanation entirely.

Growing a somber smile, the normally perky student looked away again, avoiding eye contact. "Look I, I'll just get out of your hair." Turning away entirely, she rose one of her feet back onto the windowsill. "Sorry for bothering you." Holding onto the sides to steady herself, she prepared to lift the rest of her body up and back into the snowstorm still blowing outside.

As soon as her back foot was lifted off the wooden floor however, she felt a jerking grip on her right arm. Being pulled back, the blond almost lost her balance and was forced to extend her other arm to counterbalance the shift in weight. This only resulting in the other of the twins to grab this arm as well.

Without consent, Yang was now being forcefully led across the flat and toward the sister's bathroom in the back. Both of the Malachite siblings in front and pulling her right along.

"You'll catch cold dressed like that." Melanie remarked, still staring ahead.

"Yeah, take a shower you spaz." The younger of the sisters added, doing the same as her twin.

After almost tripping a few times from being dragged along so roughly, Yang was eventually brought directly to the bathroom door. "Huh? What?" She spat in confusion. "No, it's fine. Really, I can just-"

Before the oldest of the three girls could finish, the shower room was opened for her and she was roughly shoved inside. Turning around, she saw both girls giving her the same look they had been since she first showed up and made a mess of their flat. "Just do it!" Both said in unison, slamming the door in front of her.

Yang was motionless at first. For a while all she did was stare where the door was shut in front of her. After a while, her expressionless stare was replaced with a small growing smile.

… … …

Once completing her forced upon but not unappreciated hot shower, the blond was greeted by a towel and borrowed pair of sleep ware on top of the room's toilet seat. A red tank top and a pair of white silk bottoms. Yang was able to recognize almost instantly that one half belonged to each of the twins.

After drying her body off and a blow dry session for her golden locks, she changed into the laid out garments and headed for the door.

As soon as Yang opened the door, she found the twins standing in front to meet her, almost appearing as if neither had moved since before. A set of crossed arms and glares meeting her.

The lighting in the flat was defiantly altered from before. The main sources diminished so that a single lamp beside the twins' bed was the only device parting the shadows.

Wanting to say something again, Yang was instantly cut off by each of her arms being grasped once again. Like before, she was led to her next destination. Instead of the couch like anticipated, she was pulled along into a sharp turn as she now faced the sister's personal sleeping area. Their queen-sized bed covers pulled down for easy access.

Once brought up to the base, she was literally tripped by one of the girls and pushed from behind by the other. This causing the long haired student to land face first in the center of the bed, her head falling into the crevice between each of their pillows.

When Yang attempted to sit up via a push-up like position, both of the sisters sat down on opposite ends of the bed and pulled the cover up properly. Pulling at each end, the comforter dragged the blond right back down.

Instead of fighting to get up, the huntress-to-be rolled over onto her back. Her view of each of the twins backs on her left and right being the last thing she saw before one of the them turned out the light of the desk lamp. Pitched black darkness settling immediately into the room. The only sounds coming from the flurrying snowstorm outside.

Even while laying nestled in their bed, the blond student still felt the need to say something. When met with the combined and conflicting body heat of the closely positioned sisters however, her eyelids began to dwindle. Her strength draining away, the late night escapade taking it's toll, Yang allowed her purple eyes to close shut and join the other two in sleep's warm embrace.

Author Notes:

I'm gonna take a brake from this until around new year. Enjoy yourselves until then.

Happy Holidays!