AN: Hey Freezerbabes, this has quite a bit of Blake and Yang interaction with Weiss towards the end. Hurray! This one also descends into kind of madness (and fluff). Also, for the folks still reading this - let me know what your favorite chapter has been so far. I know AKALoveless had mentioned chpt 2 being their favorite, but since I've added so many now maybe it's changed! (You: Shae, are you just asking for comments and reviews? Me: Hah, yeah, no? MAYBE? PLEASE?) In all seriousness I'm actually enjoying writing these regardless. It's fun and not as taxing as my other projects. Anyways, ENJOY.
Yang exhaled and watched as her breath left her. She clicked her tongue and shook her head as she straightened out her leather jacket. Her eyes gazed over the shops that were around her; stopping at one in particular not to actually look inside, but to stare at her own reflection. Her fingers ran through her long golden mane. She turned around and looked up at the streetlights that buzzed, momentarily getting lost in the sound. Shaking herself off, she pulled out her new scroll (courtesy of Weiss Schnee) she checked the time.
7:30 PM. Her date started in 5 minutes. She scowled. "You..you can do this Yang." she muttered to herself. She looked across the street, to where the casual looking chain restaurant stood. It was a busy day today, cars entering and leaving. Yang, really, didn't want to do this. Her legs wouldn't budge.
Once again, Yang Xiao Long had been thrown into a situation that she did not originally agree to. The culprit of this situation? None other than Weiss Schnee. Yang should have known that receiving this new device, known as a 'scroll' would've come with a catch. Unbeknownst to Yang, Weiss had set up Yang's phone for her. This meant, setting up passwords, contacts, and even a dating application known as 'Remdr'. Weiss of course gave her the option to change all of these, but Weiss knew damn well Yang would be too uninterested to change it. Why should she?
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[Flashback]
Yang, Weiss and Blake were at the library at Beacon Academy. Weiss and Blake were studiously attending to their notes, making flashcards and making sure they had all the necessary research for an upcoming speech presentation. Yang had been sitting at one of the libraries computers, finding more topics and facts that she could add on.
Yang had left her stuff with Weiss and Blake. This meant, her new scroll.
As Weiss and Blake took a small break, Weiss grabbed Yang's scroll and started to go through it.
"Weiss, what are you doing?" Blake whispered in a concerned voice. "You're not up to something stupid again, are you?"
Weiss responded with a sly smile.
"She's going to get pissed off at you, you know that right?"
"She can't complain, we made a bet. I won. And since when do you care?" Weiss turned her head towards the amber-eyed girl that was glaring at her in a similar manner that Yang would. It seems like they've all picked up on each others habits.
"You really think that what you're doing is going to stop Yang from wanting to pummel you?" Blake was rather serious in her tone.
"Blake, are you okay?" Weiss asked, now turning around the question. She knew Blake wasn't feeling okay, and the more and more Blake spoke she knew this to be true. Weiss put back Yang's phone and turned it face down.
Blake went momentarily quiet then sighed. "Yeah, I just…"
Before Blake could speak again, Yang had walked up with a small stack of papers as she dropped them on the table in front of Weiss and Blake. "Everything we need is right here on these papers." Yang smirked, but then changed into one of confusion as she noticed the tone in the air was unusually serious. She realized that they were in a study environment, but this, this was something else.
"I think I'm done for the day. I'll catch you guys later." Blake immediately packed up and walked away in a fleeing catlike manner.
"Is Blake okay?" Yang asked.
"She's fine…" Weiss waved off. She knew she would have to talk to Blake sooner or later. Yang raised an eyebrow of suspicion. "About you though…" Weiss grinned an evil grin.
Yang glared. "What did you do this time?"
"Up-up! No complaining." Weiss waggled her finger in the air. "I got you a date this weekend!"
Yang's eyes widened and a fury of obscenities rose up through the dragon's jowls, but stopped at the entrance of her mouth. "You did what?" she kept her voice to a low growl.
"A date. With a boy. This week. Don't worry, I'll get everything set for you." Weiss winked.
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Yang now knew better than to trust Weiss with her phone, and just about everything else. Surely, Yang would have to delete that application, if only she knew how.
Weiss had agreed to watch over her brothers, while Blake had dropped her off at the location. Or well, near it at least. Now Yang wandered around the restaurant like a predator stalking its prey, but she wanted to avoid this prey, in every single way. Yang was only given a few details about the guy. He was apparently 'tall, rugged, and handsome". (Weiss's words, to be precise.) His name was something even stranger, Yatsuhashi. The name sounded like a foreign dessert.
Yang, was completely uninterested. But for Weiss's sake, she agreed to go anyways. Mostly because she knew Weiss would hound her over it. Luckily, for Yang just because she was dropped off at the location, didn't mean she had to go, right?
Yang once again looked at the scroll, a text message from Weiss Schnee appeared saying "Good Luck! ;)" Yang proceeded to ignore it and checked the time. 7:40PM. Yang sighed and turned around, leaving the restaurants sights and headed towards a new and unknown direction.
Yang kept her head low, and walked with her hoodie up. It was an especially cold day so Yang wore a light hoodie underneath her usual jacket. The area she entered was an especially shady one. Some of the streetlights didn't work; the whole street itself smelled rancid. Yang figured she would just round the block to kill some time, call Blake and go home.
Yang walked a little further down, the more she walked the creepier the street became. Luckily for Yang, she didn't get scared. Yang checked her phone, now nearly the only sign of light around her, save for the few cars that would pass by, it was 7:57PM. This 'date' was not going fast enough. She sighed heavily.
She thought it would be a boring and empty day, but Yang Xiao Long couldn't have been more wrong. In almost an instant, she was thrown into an alleyway against a wall.
"Give me ever'thin' ya' got and ya' won't git hurt too much." a rough hand held her against the wall. Yang's eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness and noticed a laughably sized knife being held up against her shoulder.
"Look, I don't have anything." Yang remained surprisingly calm in this situation. The dragon knew how to play it smart, when it counted of course. She sized up the man, he was definitely smaller than her. Easy.
"Aye, so yer a lass? You have ever'thin' I want then." The man placed a hand on her breast, but Yang immediately retaliated shoving him off with one hand. With this the man had shoved his knife into Yang's shoulder. The shoulder that now had a knife sticking out of it, reeled back so the man couldn't pull it out.
Yang's eyes burned red with fury now as she grabbed the man by the face, disorienting him. As she did this her leg stepped in behind his own as she now threw the man down to the ground by his face alone. Her hand followed his head down all the way to concrete where a loud crack could be heard. The man was out cold. Maybe dead. Yang returned to her senses. "Fuck." she looked around and pulled his body over to a set of dumpsters in the alleyway. She sat him down between them and left the alleyway.
The adrenaline had finally worn off as Yang now felt a shooting pain in her shoulder. The laughably sized knife was now no laughing matter as it stuck out from her. She could feel the blood stick up against her.
"Fuck, fuck fuck." she muttered under her breath. She had begun to head back to where she came from when she noticed car lights flickering at her. "Fuck this neighborhood." she ignored the lights.
"Yang?" A familiar feminine voice called out to her. It came from the car that was flashing its lights at her. Yang cautiously approached the car and watched as smoke emitted from the inside.
Blake sat in the car looking at her curiously. "Don't you have a date?" she asked.
"I do, I mean I did…" Yang began.
"Is that a fucking knife sticking out of you?" Blake interrupted now eying the item that was obviously not supposed to be there.
"What else does it look like?" Yang scowled.
"Get in the car."
Yang walked around to the passengers as she got inside a very pungent smell had finally hit her. Yang coughed several times. "Are you smoking weed?"
"I'm surprised you even know what that smells like." Blake picked up one of the several joints that sat in the cupholders and took a deep hit. "Anyways, do I even want to know how that happened?" she spoke as she exhaled, the smoke hitting Yang's face.
"I don't think I can afford a hospital visit, and I'm pretty sure I killed a man." Yang shut her eyes tightly, the pain was a slightly overwhelming, but she knew better than to pull it out immediately. She needed to get home where she could probably take care of the wound in a cheaper more efficient way.
Blake grabbed Yang's hand and put something in it. The joint she was smoking. "Here, take a hit. It'll make the pain easier to deal with."
"Blake is this why you're always acting so strange?" Yang looked at the substance in her hand oddly.
"More or less. It's a combination of drugs, really. Some I need, some I don't…" she whispered the last part, in hopes that Yang didn't hear it. "I need this. Really, I do. Weiss knows. It helps me. Now take a hit before I take it back."
"I've never done this before." Yang looked at the stoned girl.
"It's easy. Inhale, hold it for as long as you can then exhale." she winked.
Yang did as she was told, but then immediately coughed and sputtered. She glared at Blake.
"That happens a lot for newbies. Try it a few more times." Blake leaned back in her seat watching Yang.
Yang tried it again, and once more for posterity. She coughed, but then felt the strangest sensation hit her. She was high. Her body had relaxed in a way she could never imagine.
She handed Blake the joint and Blake finished it off.
"Where did you get that stuff?"
"I have a large supply of it in my apartment." Blake reached in the backseats and grabbed a large bag of chips. Yang noticed that Blake's car was exceptionally...messy.
"That doesn't answer my question." Yang now stuck out her hands wanting the food.
"I got it from the White Fang." Blake handed her the bag as she stuffed her mouth.
"The White Fang!? Isn't that some huge underground drug cartel?"
Blake nodded. "I used to work for the White Fang. Can you believe it was all about free pharmaceuticals at one point? Like for the people who needed the overly expensive drugs to live." Blake shoved another handful of chips in her mouth as the two handed the bag back and forth. "Shit got crazy as a new leader took over. It went from helpful drugs, to things like dust. I heard they're in cahoots with some other leading company now." Blake muttered, spilling all sorts of information that Yang was completely lost at. "So basically I stole most of their non-addictive drugs."
"And Weiss is okay with this?" Yang looked at her wide-eyed, but she wasn't sure if she was just feeling the effects of the high.
"Not really, but she saved my life. She got me out of the White Fang. I nearly fucking died from an overdose and I've been...clean ever since she found me. She's been my best friend ever since." Blake paused and sighed. "Honestly, without her I'd be lost...and dead. Weiss isn't the greatest of friends, but she tries and that's all I care for. She's trying for me...and she's trying for you. And I don't know why either, but...hell..I'll take it." Blake started up the car, knowing that it'd probably be best to take Yang home.
"The fact that you stole from a drug cartel and you're not dead is kind of amazing." Yang commented as she could feel herself fly. She looked at the grip of the knife sticking out of her. It didn't hurt as much, but she knew it'd hurt like hell as soon as it was removed.
"More like luck. The White Fang have no idea where I am. They probably think I'm dead." Blake yawned and then laughed. "Oh yeah, remember the first time you met me?"
"Yeah?" Yang tilted her head curiously.
"I was high as fuck. Or else I would've never approached you. I'm too anxious for that. It's funny to think that none of our paths would've crossed if it weren't for me being a stoner." Blake chuckled to herself then shrugged. "Or maybe Weiss would've taken it upon herself to go talk to the new kid."
Yang looked deep in thought for what she thought was a moment, but it instead was for the whole car ride as they finally arrived at Yang's own apartment.
Almost robotically Yang exited the car along with Blake who was twirling her car keys on her finger. They went up the several flights it took to make it to Yang's own little abode as Yang mechanically grabbed her keys and shoved them into the lock.
She was greeted by a Weiss who was sitting at the coffee table, looking over some papers and a book next to her. "You're back?" Weiss checked her phone, it was only 8:55. "Surely you guys would've…" she paused now eyeing both Blake and Yang, Weiss went red in the face with anger. Before speaking she looked back at the room and hoped to whatever Deity was up there that Yin had not heard them open the door.
"You guys are fucking HIGH?" Weiss whispered in an angry tone, she then eyed Yang who had something sticking out of her shoulder. "Yang, what the fuck is that?" Weiss constantly eyed the door that led to the boys bedroom. She thanked herself as she remembered giving Yin a tablet with headphones so he could watch anything on Webflix.
Yang's eyes slowly wandered the grip of the blade sticking out of her shoulder and then pointed. "Oh this?" she smirked. "I got stabbed."
Weiss's face went white and her knees went weak. She had to stop herself from falling over dramatically. Blake shrugged and went passed the girls now raiding Yang's kitchen for more food. Weiss turned to Blake "You didn't take her to a hospital?!" Weiss followed Blake into the kitchen as Yang now went off to the restroom.
"She said she couldn't afford it." Blake grabbed a giant box of cereal, a bowl, and milk and walked towards the coffee table, passing an extremely pissed off Weiss Schnee.
"Well, I can!" Weiss lightly stomped her way to the restroom where Yang was as to not arouse suspicion from the clueless boys. Luckily, Ryota was already asleep but she knew that Yin would be not.
The door to the restroom was open as Yang stood in front of the sink. Weiss walked up to the open door.
"Yangwhatareyo-"
Yang pulled the blade from her shoulder and dropped it in the sink. The blood now flowed and Yang immediately removed her jackets which were covered in blood. As was she.
"OHMYFUCK." Weiss covered her mouth to conceal the obscenity as she witnessed Yang pull the blade. "Yang, what the fuck." she whispered now rushing to Yang, grabbing her and now holding her hand over the wound.
"Weiss, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt that much. It's just the bleeding." Yang shrugged off now leaning down to the lower cabinet and pulling out a rather large roll of bandages. "I'm always prepared." she grinned.
Weiss stood there in shock, with her hand still on Yang's cut.
"Stop looking at me like that. Now help me out." Yang kicked the stool next to Weiss, inclining her to step on top of it. Which she did. Yang handed one half of the long bandage to Weiss as Yang started to wrap herself up.
"Yang, how did all of this happen and shouldn't you shower first?" Weiss asked in a concerned tone.
"I skipped my date. Walked around, got stabbed, yadda yadda." Yang finished up wrapping herself as Weiss pulled back to wash her hands as did Yang.
"What? Who stabbed you?" Weiss looked up at Yang as she stepped off the stool.
"Don't know. He's probably dead now though…"
"WHAT?" Weiss covered her mouth as she nearly yelped out the word.
"Nothing. Let's not worry about it, okay?" Yang gave her sleepy looking grin. She was still high. Yang walked out of the restroom with just her undershirt on, that was still bloody along with the restroom and the clothing that was scattered. She'd pick it up later, surely.
Weiss stood there dumbfounded. Maybe she should get Yang high more. She was a lot nicer or in this case, a lot more relaxed. She shook her head and quickly put the clothing together in a corner and made sure that the cabinets, sink, and floor weren't covered in blood.
Weiss made her way to the living room where Yang and Blake sat munching on cereal and watching some reality t.v show.
"I cannot believe you two." Weiss commented making her presence known. Yang turned her head and grinned at Weiss. Blake shrugged and continued to eat and watch t.v.
Yang sat on the couch and patted the open spot next to her. Which Weiss graciously took.
"This, princess.." Yang leaned in and whispered into Weiss's ear in a mock lustful manner or at least, that's what Weiss took from it. This action sent a shiver down Weiss's spine, eliciting a blush from her as well. "Is what happens when I go on dates." Yang gestured towards her shoulder which still had bits of blood seeping through the bandage.
Yang wrapped her good arm around Weiss, and with all her strength pulled her down so Weiss now lay across Yang's lap in an awkward manner.
"Y-Yang?!" Weiss didn't know what the hell was going on.
Yang pulled her legs out from underneath Weiss so now she made it to where she was sitting on the much smaller, weaker girl. "And this is what happens to girls who piss me off." Yang triumphantly stated.
"Y-Yang, you big brute! Get off of me! You're heavy!" Weiss complained now striking at Yang's beefy thighs, but in reality Yang wasn't even putting half of her weight on the snowy haired princess. And Weiss knew this. "Blake, help me!" she reached her arm out to poke at Blake's back.
"Yang, just don't kill her." Blake said without batting an eye or even turning around.
"Blake!" she tried to punch at the hungry stoner, but to no avail. Weiss huffed and shimmied her way out from underneath Yang's legs as Yang chuckled maniacally.
Weiss stood up in a fierce manner, and then straddled Yang. Placing her hands on both of her shoulders causing Yang to lean back in the couch, Weiss very lightly pressed on the injured one to not hurt Yang. Icy blue eyes pierced the lilac ones as they had a stare off.
Yang stared at her with an eyebrow raised.
"I'm going to murder you." Weiss threatened in a low growl.
"I'd like to see you try." Yang smirked, with a glint of something devious in her eye.
Weiss had begun to move her hands towards Yang's neck in an attempt to obviously strangle her. Almost within an instant, Weiss was flipped onto her back on the couch with Yang straddling over her now. Weiss blinked wildly trying to determine what happened in that flash instance.
Yang leaned in, with one arm to prop her up and hovered over Weiss's face. Weiss could smell the faint smell of weed and a certain brand of chips emanating from her. Weiss could feel the blood rushing to her face as she began to blush. This was closer than they'd ever been. Weiss could feel her heart racing, more so than when she had ran and beaten Yang.
As of lately, Yang and Weiss's arguments turned into less of actually seriously yelling at the other and more into 'let's see who can yell and touch each other the most in this argument before the other chickens out' sort of situation. Yang had become more 'aggressively playful' as had Weiss, to which, every time this happened Weiss was always on the bottom. Not that she was truly complaining about this.
Yang too, had felt her heart race in this moment. The girl she once despised, hated even, she was now doing things like this to her. But...what was this? Yang had never gotten the opportunity to touch and explore anyone else, and lately, Weiss was becoming more and more...open to the idea. Not verbally, but physically. Yang wanted to see how far she could take it..how far she could go. Weiss never once protested to anything Yang had done in a serious manner.
Yang still hovered over her, now smirking as if to say 'I win. What are you going to do about it?' Weiss swallowed hard and stared into the dragon's deceivingly soft face. She gazed over at Yang's lips, which were inviting her with a challenging smirk. Yang gave her a wink, as if she knew what Weiss was thinking - basically giving her the go ahead to accept the challenge.
"Get a room you two." Just then then a flash went off and Blake was standing a few feet away from them with her scroll out. "Fuck. Didn't mean for the flash to go off."
Yang immediately flew off of Weiss and towards Blake as Weiss followed behind in a similar fashion. They tried their damned hardest to grab the scroll from the slippery catlike girl.
"Blake, delete that!" Yang angrily grabbed at Blake's hand, but had no luck catching her hand. Blake grinned widely.
"Come on Blake, that's not funny! Delete it!" Weiss added.
"Now you can't deny you two are flirting with each other in the weirdest of ways." Blake shrugged putting away her phone.
"Are not!" The two said loudly in unison, then glared at each other with pseudo rage. They then launched themselves at Blake for another attack attempt at receiving the phone that was now stored away.
"W-Weiss…" Yin yawned. "What's going on?" now appearing from the bedroom.
The three of them froze. As Yang had Blake in a headlock, who was pinching Yang's ass to Weiss sticking her hands deep into Blake's jeans ass pockets.
The three of the turned their head simultaneously and stared at Yin with wide eyes and blank stares.
"Uh, nothing?" Weiss answered with a totally not convincing grin.