A/N: The Faunus civil rights movement that happened in the show is happening in here too. Something to keep in mind.
After Blake's visit to Yang's humble abode, the still new couple decided to grow closer and visit each other's homes more often. Blake had taken the liberty of giving Yang the address to her apartment at their last meet-up, telling her she could stop by any evening as long as she was told in advance. Apparently, that visit was destined to happen the very next day.
It was a lovely Sunday evening. The mid-March weather still a little chilly before the true beginning of spring. Blake had been curled up on her felt couch in her apartment, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket. She took to reading a new novel she had purchased the week before. Her kitten, Ombre, a spotted grey tabby, sat in her lap. Joyful purring emanating from his throat due to Blake's absentminded petting.
Suddenly, she heard her phone vibrating. Snatching it up from the coffee table across from her, she saw that Yang had texted her. Her energetic girlfriend asking if she could come over.
Sending a text in the affirmative, she started to get up to prepare for Yang's visit. After putting her book on the table, she shooed her cat off her while throwing her blanket to the side. What she didn't expect was the loud bang on her door not three seconds later, almost as if someone had kicked it. Approaching the door, Blake hoped it wasn't who she thought it was. She looked through the peephole installed in the door to check.
It was.
Outside her door was an attractive, tall blonde woman wearing dark blue jeans and a yellow, long sleeved checkered flannel shirt, top button undone and sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her usual brown boots completing the attire.
"Hi Blake!" Yang shouted through the door, "I texted you beforehand like you asked!" the black-haired woman sighed. Why did she like this girl again?
"I also brought dark-chocolate biscottis and coffee! Your favorite blend." Yang sang, holding up a hand to the peephole to display a white paper bag and a four seating coffee cup holder, presently carrying two cups. Oh, that's why.
Blake reached for the lock to open the door before she froze. She remembered she was not wearing her bow. Panicking, she quickly checked all the spots she usually threw her bow to when she was at home. It was not on her bed, or her dresser, the kitchen counter, the coffee table, in the bathroom… where did it go?! She questioned her reasoning in only keeping one bow.
Outside in the apartment complex hall, Yang waited patiently. She was very excited to see where her girlfriend lived, and so far, she was quaintly surprised. When she had arrived, motorcycle parked out front, she didn't expect a superbly clean and classy building housing expensive condos. How did Blake afford to live in a ritzy place like this on a librarian/post office clerk salary? She would have to ask later. There was even a doorman to greet her and hold the door open downstairs. No elevator attendant though, which Yang thought would have been cool. It would have been a great opportunity to practice her elevator jokes (Hey, how's your day going? Having it's ups and downs?). Skillfully holding the coffee holder and bag in one hand, she then proceeded to the fourth floor and texted Blake from outside what she hoped was the correct condo.
After a few minutes, Yang was starting to grow impatient. "Hey Blake, you in there?" the blonde called out.
"Y-Yeah, just give me a minute!" Blake finally called back. Worry evident in her voice.
Detecting it, Yang called again, "Is something wrong? I can always come visit another time if now isn't-"
"No! No. Just… stay there."
Obeying, Yang continued to wait.
Finally giving up on the search for her elusive bow, Blake conceded defeat. Rubbing the back of her neck, Blake walked back to the door, unsure of what to do. Anxiety clouding her thoughts.
"Hey Yang?" Blake asked tentatively through the wooden divider, "Do you think you could close your eyes when you come in?"
Close my eyes? "Why? What's wrong?" Yang asked, her voice lowered in seriousness.
"Nothing! Could you just do it please? I promise you that nothing is wrong. And keep them closed until I say so!"
Deciding to trust her partner, Yang complied. "Okay, they're closed."
Looking through the peephole again to see if the blonde spoke honestly, Blake opened the door, quickly pulling Yang through.
"Whoa! Didn't know you missed me so much." Yang joked, managing not to drop or spill anything as she was pulled into the room.
Blake hastily shut the door and locked it again. Taking the coffee holder and bag from her visitor, Blake placed them on the kitchen counter. "Yang, I need to tell you something."
"Oh god, please don't tell me you actually hated biscottis all along. I should've known you only liked them because I made you try them. Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Yang exclaimed dramatically.
Putting a hand over the loud woman's mouth, Blake whispered, "Yang, honey, please keep your voice down. I have neighbors. And while the walls are pretty thick, they are not soundproof."
Taken by surprise at the pet name, Yang nodded vigorously. Speaking in a normal indoor voice, she asked, "So, gonna tell me why I have to keep my eyes closed?"
Blake inspected Yang's face. Looking at the opposite woman, it struck her that what she was doing was rather silly. Yang was not the type of person to start disrespecting her for who she was. She was a far cry from judgmental, proving herself again and again to be an accepting and loving person. If her visit to Yang's was any proof, the blonde was more than willing to tell Blake anything about her that she wanted to know. Her tale about her parent's had been a difficult moment, but Yang went through the memories again in order to share her story with Blake. All the while standing tall and strong, not shedding any tears. The bow-less girl decided now would be her turn to share something about herself. It would be difficult, but she knew that as long as it was Yang, she could do it.
"Actually Yang, you can open your eyes."
Surprised, Yang didn't act. "Are you sure? You sounded pretty bothered earlier."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Opening her lavender orbs, she took in the sight of Blake before her. She was dressed in a short sleeved, v-neck shirt and mid-calf yoga pants with a purple strip running down both sides of her legs, both articles of clothing made of a black nylon mix that molded to her shape perfectly. Nicely showing off her slim legs, thin stomach and perky breasts. Her bare feet added to the idea that Blake was in her night clothes. It was adorable.
That is, until Yang noticed the cat ears atop Blake's head, currently laid flat against her hair in embarrassment. Then Yang's cute meter broke.
Punching the air and not caring how loud she was, Yang bellowed, "I knew it! I so freakin' called it!" She then tackle hugged a speechless Blake, laughing.
"W-What do you mean you knew?"
"Kitten, I always knew you were the cat's pajamas!" Yang, still laughing, poked Blake in the forehead with a finger. "I suspected from the beginning that there were some ears hidden under that bow of your's. I was just waiting for you to tell me you were a Faunus. Why did you decide to show me now?"
Stunned, Blake just gawked at Yang, mind blank. She had no idea that Yang was so perceptive.
Meanwhile, a sudden movement behind Blake caught Yang's attention. Finally taking a look around, Yang saw how nice Blake's apartment really was. It was a studio style condo, a wide open space functioning as every room except the restroom. Another door to the far left told Yang that's where she would find it. The room itself was plain, exemplifying Blake's simple tastes. A bed was pushed against the back, left corner; a couch and a wooden coffee table with scattered papers, textbooks and a closed laptop on the surface was placed facing the front door on the left side of the room, the door leading to the bathroom behind said couch. Directly across the room to the entrance was a dresser, miniature wardrobe and bookcase, every shelf filled with books. To the right held a kitchenette with a microwave, stove, small refrigerator, and island counter. Very cozy.
There was the movement again. Yang pinpointed its location to under the bed. The nicely made sheets hung off the side, covering the floor underneath. Whatever monster lurked there rustled the sheets.
"Blake," Yang stage whispered, "we're not alone!"
Confused, Blake turned her head to follow Yang's line of sight, cat ears perking up in curiosity, which Yang internally squealed upon seeing. Spotting the movements as well, Blake went up to her bed, already knowing what she would find. Bending down on one knee to lift the sheets, she was not surprised to find Ombre playing under her bed. It was his favorite hiding spot.
What she was surprised to find was Ombre playing with her bow.
Dragging her kitten out from under, she held him up, bow dangling in his claws. "It was you!" Blake exclaimed, eyes narrowed. Slightly furious to discover why she couldn't find her bow before. Her ears now flat against her head in mock anger.
Taking off her shoes so as not to dirty the carpet, Yang came over to Blake's side, watching in amusement as her favorite kitten glared dirtily at another, smaller kitten.
"Alright, break it up you two." Yang clapped. Taking the bow from the cat's claws, she held it up to her face for inspection. "Is this why you didn't have it on? Kitty-cat Junior here stole your bow?"
Putting Ombre down, Blake stood up and snatched the hair ornament from Yang's clutches. "Yes." She answered with embarrassment. She tossed the accessory onto the top of the dresser. There was no need to wear it now.
Turning to face her girlfriend, Blake inhaled deeply through her nose, "So, now you know."
"Yeah, so?"
"So… you're not angry or anything? I hid such an important part of myself from you."
Yang shook her head and placed her hands on Blake's shoulders, maintaining eye contact. "Listen Blake. I think you're blowing this up into something bigger than it is. So what if you're a Faunus? In my opinion, that just makes you even cuter." Yang confessed, grinning slyly at her before continuing, "I figured that you were hiding yourself for a reason, so I didn't say anything. But I want you to know that as long as you're not secretly some deranged psycho-killer out to get me, I will continue to like you. An extra pair of ears on your head doesn't change who you are. And I, for one, like who you are. You're beautiful."
Holding back a tear, ears quivering atop her head, Blake nodded with an overjoyed smile. Decidedly thankful to have Yang in her life. "I knew it was a good idea to start falling in love with you." Blake whispered before she could stop herself.
For the first time, it was Yang's turn to be struck speechless. Blake was falling in love her? Obviously she needed to step up her game so that the Faunus girl could say that she was, in fact, in love with the wild blonde.
Hands still on Blake's shoulders, she decided to take a chance. Lifting her left hand, she placed it lightly on Blake's cheek, using her thumb to wipe away the tear that had started to fall. Blake nuzzled slightly into Yang's palm, enjoying the warmth radiating from it.
Leaning in, Yang didn't take her gaze off Blake's amber orbs, her own lavender eyes asking for permission. Closing slightly themselves, the golden irises gave consent. Closing their eyes at the same time, their lips met gently in a kiss, simply pressing themselves together. Blake lifted her hands to cup both of Yang's cheeks, angling her head to kiss her better.
After a few moments, Yang was the first one to pull away. Opening her lilac eyes again, she looked at Blake worriedly, hoping that her actions would be met with a positive reception.
What she saw was the most beautiful smile she had even seen, the black themed girl showing her dazzling white smile. Blake gazed at Yang with warmth. "Wow." Blake said, suddenly inarticulate.
Yang smiled herself, returning to her original jolly state, "So, that was a thing. That happened. Just now."
Laughing, Blake let go of Yang's face, hugging her instead. She was beyond happy that she found someone who accepted her for who she was. She didn't have to hide herself from her anymore.
Grinning stupidly, Yang hugged back. Happy at her partner's response.
"Oh! That's right!" Yang said, pulling back from Blake, "I came here to ask you if you wanted to go to the Vale Street Fair with me, Ruby and Weiss this Friday. Think you can make it?"
Putting a finger up to her chin, Blake acted like she was thinking about it. The annual Vale Street Fair was an event that was held to unofficially celebrate the founding of the city. One long stretch of street was blocked off from traffic to house the many stalls that were set up in honor of the event.
"Hmmm... I suppose. I have never been to it before, and it does sound like fun. I have a pretty tight schedule, but I think I can squeeze some time in for you." Blake responded finally, grinning.
Shocked for the second time that day, Yang exclaimed, "You've NEVER been to the Vale Street Fair?! What blasphemy is this?"
"It's not blasphemy Yang, I've only lived in Vale since I started college here. I did not go last year because I was still getting used to the city and did not want to go by myself." Blake explained.
"Oh. Well then that's great! I can show you everything!" Yang said, starting to think of the fun she'd have with Blake. "By the way, I hope this doesn't sound rude or anything, but how are you able to live here anyways? Isn't it crazy expensive?"
"Yeah, but my I'm able to get by with my salary and inheritance."
"Inheritance?" Yang asked, not sure she was liking where the conversation was headed.
"Long story short, my grandparents did not like my father, so they gave me, their only grandchild, everything they had. Including money, possessions, and property. You do not need to know the details."
Internally sighing in relief, Yang accepted the explanation, "Uh, okay. If you say so. Anyway, how about those biscottis?"
Ears perked in happiness, Blake strolled back over to the kitchen counter. Picking up the now cold coffee, Blake asked, "Do you want me to heat up your drink?"
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Friday
Blake was questioning her decision to attend the Vale Street Fair. Or, as she liked to call it, the loudest, wildest and most crowded event she had ever attended in her short twenty years of life.
A good three miles from her home, one of the longest streets in Vale, Porter Avenue, was alive with people. The city road stretched on for a good two miles of continuous activity. Even temporary constructions were set up to serve as attractions to the attendees. A rock-climbing wall over to her left and a rather moderate sized ferris wheel in the distance, possibly marking the end of the street, a new sight to Blake. Citizens in attendance were happily going from stall to stall, enjoying games and confectioneries. Still others spent time perusing wares from the shops and even more stood to watch the street performers, the fair having drawn out oddballs and talented individuals of all kinds. Not ten yards from them was a man who was creating instant art, painting in a fast and frenzied style with spray paint and a long, thin, painter's brush. The end result was a beautiful green alien desert. The landscape showing a deserted planet with a stunning visage of the night sky, foreign planets could be seen in the distance. Beside him was another performer with a saxophone, playing a jaunty jazz tune. Only somewhat audible over the noise of the crowd.
Blake looked to her partners for the day. Yang had decided that all four of the girls should spend the day together, to strengthen their bonds she said. Her left arm linked to Blake's and her right to Ruby's, Yang shouted enthusiastically, "Who's ready to have fun! Where should we go first? There's the rock-climbing thing, the skeet shooting, or, oooo! There's a floor over there set up for dancing! Who wants to dance?"
Weiss stood off to the other side of Ruby, miffed. She did not want to be here, but had decided that spending a day with this bunch was better than a day at home, alone. Sniffing, Weiss turned her head up, "Hmph, I don't care what we do."
Chuckling, Yang unhooked her arms from the two other women and brought Weiss in for a one-armed hug. "C'mon Weiss, it's a fair, practically a party! Lighten up a bit!"
Freeing herself from Yang's hold, Weiss shot a glare at the blonde, holding her tongue before saying anything she might regret. If only looks could kill.
"GASP. Guys, there's a HAUNTED HOUSE here!" Ruby pointed down the road at a shop that had previously been unoccupied. Rented for the weekend, the renters had set up a terrifying little shop of horrors.
A haunted house? In March? Blake thought. This fair went all out.
"All right, let's go!" Yang eagerly voiced.
"Sure, why not." Blake agreed.
"Woo-hoo!" Ruby shouted.
"What? No way! I say we put it to a vote." Weiss argued.
"Uh, we just did." Ruby countered. Taking the icy girl's hand in her own, Ruby started running toward the haunted house. "Come on Weiss! It'll be fun!"
Not fighting, Weiss simply followed, eyes looking down as she allowed herself to be pulled by Ruby. Trying hard not to think about their linked hands.
Not twenty minutes later, All four girls exited the haunted house with mixed results. Yang and Blake were laughing over the cheesy scares, having enjoyed the small attraction. Ruby and Weiss, not so much.
Shivering, Ruby hugged her elbows, "I am never eating swiss cheese again."
Weiss, trying hard not to show her jitters, gripped her own arm with her right hand, "Nonsense Ruby, none of those silly attempts at horror were real."
"BOO."
"AAAHH!" Both jumpy women shrieked. Weiss now hugging herself, Ruby hanging on to Weiss.
"YANG!" Ruby exclaimed to her sister. Yang couldn't hear her, too busy holding her stomach and laughing. Blake held a hand to her mouth, trying to hold in her mirth.
"That wasn't funny you blonde brute!" Weiss yelled. She made no move to show the blonde her wrath, somewhat distracted by the hold she was in. Realizing her actions, the silver eyed girl quickly let go of Weiss, holding up her hands in a show of surrender.
"Sorry Weiss! I didn't mean to-"
"Don't worry about it." Weiss mumbled before Ruby could finish, a light dusting of pink coloring her face. Her usual icy glare looked off to the side, melted.
While Ruby looked at the white-haired girl in confusion, Yang decided she had seen enough. Taking the hands of both young women, she started to walk. "Come on you two lovebirds, there's still plenty more of the fair to see and even more to do!"
"L-lovebirds?!" Both of them stuttered in unison.
Blake just followed, observing in amusement.
As Yang stated, there was plenty to do and see. At one stall, they played a game that involved shooting down moving targets with a loaded water gun. Six people could compete at a time, each person trying to knock down more targets than the other. Ruby and Yang dissolved into a water fight. Each sibling trying to shoot water up the other one's nose. Blake won in the end with her ambush tactic. She shot both sister's in the face before tactically fleeing, trying not to get wet. Yang chased after her, soaking wet, yelling to her to come back and give her a hug.
After the target game, all four girls' enjoyed other activities. They played various other games and perused through multiple shops and tents set up on the street, looking through the various items for sale. They ate unhealthy food and enjoyed themselves. Ruby and Yang drying off over time.
As the sun began setting and the street lamps and hanging lights above each tent was switched on, the quartet of girls' neared the other end of the street. Suddenly, Ruby announced, "I think I need to use the little girl's room."
"I believe I need to use the facilities as well." Weiss said.
"Yeah, I think I do too. How about you Blake?" Yang politely asked.
Shaking her head, Blake answered, "No, I'm fine. You three go on. I think I'll go inspect the tent over there." She pointed to a stand that looked to sell decorative swords and knives. "I will wait for you all to return."
"Okay, see you in five!" Yang shouted, waving as she ran, catching up to the other two who walked off in search of a restroom.
Blake smiled. She was having a great time so far. The festival had not been what she expected, but her shared time with Yang left her nothing to complain about. It looked to be the end of another wonderful day.
That was, until Blake heard a deep voice behind her as she browsed the swords. "Hello Blake."
Spinning around, eyes wide, Blake saw a tall man standing imposingly over her. The upper half of his face was obscured by a white and red ball mask. Colored orange lenses covered the eye holes, hiding his gaze. His flaming red hair was slicked up and back, his ginger colored fox ears blending into the hair almost invisibly. The corners of his mouth were turned up. Even without seeing his eyes, Blake knew it was a devious grin.
"Adam?" Blake whispered. Even with half his face covered, his voice was unmistakable.
"I was wondering when you would show up. I've been waiting for a while you know." He reached out to grab her shoulder.
Dodging his hand, Blake started to back up. The table she had been looking at, holding various katanas, stopped her progress.
"How did you find me?" Blake asked low, voice laced with venom. "I never told anyone where I went."
"You didn't have to." Adam said, voice low and smooth, "Like you could run away. I have my sources Blake. No matter where you go, I'll find you. That bow looks pretty good on you." Stepping closer, he tried to touch the bow.
Pushing his hand back, Blake started to walk away. "I refuse to speak with you." Anger and fear danced dangerously in her gut, creating a terrible feeling.
"Don't you walk away from me." Adam growled, this time grabbing her arm in a tight grip.
Hissing, Blake struggled, afraid of what he would try to do. "Let. Me. GO." She shouted. Her cry had worked, people around them noticing the scene. Unfortunately, no one had yet to step in and help the young woman. If someone didn't intervene soon, she was going to resort to clawing to get away. Even then, she wasn't so sure she could win in a fight against the stronger male without assistance.
"HEY!" A powerful voice rang out. Adam and Blake looked to the source, watching as an angry-looking blonde marched up to them. It was Yang to the rescue.
"Let my girlfriend go you masked freak, before I hurt you where the sun don't shine." Yang threatened, grabbing Adam's wrist in a steel vice. Forcing him to let go of the shorter female's arm. Blake took a few steps back, watching the events unfold.
"Argh!" Adam shouted in pain, Yang squeezing hard enough to the point where audible cracks could be heard from his wrist.
She shoved him away, his wrist now dislocated. "I don't know who you are, but you do not, I repeat, do NOT, manhandle my partner. That's my job." Yang proclaimed, taking Blake's hand possessively in hers.
Cradling his awkwardly angled wrist, Adam glared from behind his mask. "Girlfriend?" He muttered.
"Yeah, you heard right. Get out of here." Yang shot back. Daring him to say something else.
And so he did, realizing he wouldn't win this day. "Fine, I'll leave. For now." Directing his face to Blake, he smirked, "Don't worry Blake, I'll be back to play again."
Shivering, Blake glared back with what she hoped was a strong, vicious look. She squeezed Yang's hand for reassurance.
Watching the young man stalk off to a nearby shop, the two women were left alone in front of the sword stall. The people around them having finally lost interest and going back to their fun like nothing happened.
The couple stood there for a second, hand in hand, saying nothing.
Yang hummed, mouth set in a thin line. Not to sure what to do.
"Yang! Blake!" Both named girls turned around, startled out of their trance. "What are you two doing just standing there? Let's get going to the ferris wheel!" Ruby continued to call out to them. Approaching them rapidly with Weiss in tow. Laughing, Ruby ran past the couple and toward the ferris wheel some yards away. The white-haired girl paused as she came up to the two, giving them a quizzical look.
Seeing Blake's downcast face and Yang's neutral expression, she pointed in the direction of the energetic teen, "I'll just distract her for a bit. You two… work out whatever it is you need to."
Yang gave her a grateful smile, "Thanks princess. We'll just be a minute."
Nodding, Weiss joined the energetic red-head in line for the ride.
Blake peeked up at Yang, ready to speak. "I know I have some things to explain to you, and I will. Just… not here."
Seeing the sense in Blake's words, Yang leaned in and pressed her forehead to Blake's, lilac eyes meeting amber in a sensual, but brief, connection. "Okay. I can wait." She murmured. "Let's go join the others." Pulling away, Yang left to go join Weiss and Ruby in line for the ferris wheel, almost to the front.
Blake smiled, relieved. Following her girlfriend, she felt better than she did a few minutes ago.
Joining them in the line, Blake and the other three women made it to the front. The ferris wheel was easily fifty feet tall. The cars of the contraption were circular, two benches able to seat two people faced each other in an encircled, see-through plastic dome. How the workers' who set it up did it in a day was truly a wonder. Ruby and Weiss climbed aboard the next empty car, setting themselves on opposite ends of the car. Blake held Yang back. "Let's get on the next one." She stated.
Raising a quizzical eyebrow, Yang obeyed and climbed into the next empty car with Blake. Just the two of them. As Yang settled herself onto a bench, she was pleasantly surprised to see Blake sit down beside her. Blake was finally growing used to doing more couple-y like things.
As the car jolted slowly upward, Blake turned to face Yang. Yang looked back at her. Breaking out into a cheesy grin, she asked, "So, wanna talk?"
No. No she did not. At least not before she did this. Putting her arms around Yang's neck, she brought her face closer. Her golden colored irises looked to the protective blonde in gratitude. "Thank you for what you did." Blake whispered. Closing her eyes, she brought their lips together.
Eyes widening in surprise, Yang accepted the kiss eagerly, snapping her eyelids shut. The taller woman brought up one hand to rest on Blake's cheek, the other resting on the shorter girl's hip.
After a little while, they broke apart for air. Yang had a goofy smile, eyes half-lidded. "I could get used to this." She said out loud to herself.
Smiling back, Blake responded, "Good. I had planned on making it a regular affair."
After one more kiss, Blake put her hands on Yang's shoulders to push herself back. A slight frown marring her features. "Yang, honey, there's something I need to tell you about that man from before."
"He's not some crazy ex-boyfriend is he? I'll still beat him to a bloody pulp if he comes near you again." Yang emphasized her point by punching the palm of her hand with a fist.
Blake gave a skeptical look. "I am… not so sure what we were. I suppose he was more like a childhood friend than anything else. We grew up together in the same neighborhood, somewhere far from here." Blake didn't elaborate on where, deciding that was a story for another time. Yang did not bother to ask. "As we were both Faunus, it was tough growing up, both of us suffering our own kind of torment." Sighing, Blake took off her bow, revealing her cat ears yet again. She then set her head on Yang's shoulder, closing her eyes in contentment. The blonde, in turn, rested her head atop Blake's, silently waiting for the female Faunus to continue. Secretly enjoying the soft tickle sensation the tip of one of the ears gave her cheek.
"We looked out for each other back then. As we grew older, we heard of the on-going Faunus civil rights movement." Yang did a slight nod, having heard of the revolution. She believed it to be ridiculous. Faunus should not have to fight for their rights. Just because they were born slightly different did not make them any less moral than the rest of them. Human, Faunus, or any other creature, Yang didn't see why everyone wasn't born with equal rights. They were all birthed into the same, cruel world after all. Why fight each other and make it all the more horrible?
"Adam and I were recruited by a seemingly peaceful protest organization known as the 'White Fang'." Blake explained. "We started out by going to their rallies, focusing on peace as the main way to end the wrongs committed toward our kind. However, as time went on, Adam and I were given an offer to start working for them. We accepted. We started off by helping plan rallies and getting what they needed. They told us to use any means necessary. Adam took that phrase quite literally." Yang's eyes widened at the implied meaning behind Blake's words.
"I… I think he was committing thefts when I was not paying attention. I only noticed when I happened to see him beating up a man in a back alley who refused to give him the supplies he wanted. When I saw that, I almost thought he was going to kill that man." Blake nuzzled Yang's shoulder, taking comfort from the solid form she leaned against. "He was not the man I thought he was. He changed. I left no more than three months later, coming to Vale to continue my education. I was able to do so with the assets I gained from my grandparents passing a year before that. I did not know them very well, but I still love them all the same, even now. Luckily, I do not have to waste much, since I earned an academic scholarship in English." Blake ended. Turning her head up to look at her silent partner, she waited for her reaction.
Yang turned to smile down at her, "That's not exactly the brightest story. But it makes me happy." She admitted jovially.
"Happy? Why does it do that?" Blake asked amused, curious as to what her answer was.
"That man helped in your decision to come here. With you living here now, I got to meet you! And I couldn't be any happier about that. Even though he's here now, don't worry! I'll help you out whenever you need it. Also, when you're feeling bad about your past, you just come to me okay? I'll make it all better!"
Blake should have known that the blonde would turn her story into some kind of happy ending. It was one of the things she had come to li- no, love about Yang. Lowering her head, she rested her forehead on Yang's shoulder, embarrassed at the thought. "Okay." She answered. She'll tell Yang those words one day.
Before anything else could be said, their car jolted to a halt once again. They had talked so long that they had already gone around in a complete circle, with everyone else who had been on the ride already having departed. Blake quickly put her bow back on before the door opened.
Breaking apart, they got up from the bench and exited the car. Ruby and Weiss waited for them a few feet away. They both were turned away from each other, looking off into completely opposite directions, Weiss the sky and Ruby the ground. Their faces an interesting shade of rosy pink.
Blake looked at them, unsure why they were blushing. Until she heard Yang's comment that is.
"Enjoy the free show you two?" Yang asked with a lecherous grin. They couldn't have seen them could they? Oh, their faces just turned a darker red. Guess they did.
Ruby kicked the ground with her shoe, not saying anything out of shyness. Weiss, on the other hand, looked at Yang indignantly. Glare so cold it could have spawned icebergs.
Laughing, Yang took both flustered girls by the arm, leading them back down the road toward their car, which was on the other end of the fair. "I think it's time we went home. You coming Blake?"
Blake smiled into the crisp March night. She wished this day didn't have to end. While the fair went on for the rest of the weekend, the group had only planned to come for this one day, other arrangements having been made. Such a shame.
"Yeah, I'm coming."
A/N: I hope you guys liked it.
