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She smiled despite herself as she watched Roman walk down the dimly lit city streets. Did he really think she wouldn't immediately look up the address on her scroll? Roman never changed. Although he was getting faster; she hadn't even had a chance to take off her White Fang mask before she had to double back. She'd used the back door exit more times than he had, and knew the area around the lair by heart. It hadn't been hard to follow him without his knowledge. This would definitely earn him another scar, maybe on the back. Or the shoulder? She'd decide later. Then again, meeting him had kept her from asking Adam for help. She would let him off easy this time.

She chuckled silently when she watched him drop the lighter. His gloves were completely useless, as was evident in every single battle they'd had since his escape. They were thick, slippery, and too large, causing him to lose his grip multiple times. She crossed to the corner noiselessly as she lost sight of him, there just wasn't enough light in the alley, even for her exceptional night vision. She shadowed up to the roof of the adjoining building, crouch-walking over to the edge. She froze when she heard a familiar cackling.

Peering over the short wall of the roof, she stared in horror as Roman Torchwick fled from an inferno. Her blonde target was stalking along the alley, hair and forearms alight, sending curls of flame spitting up the sides of the adjacent buildings. A massive fire was spreading in southeast Vale, courtesy of an insane Yang Xiao Long.


She leaped down, bounding off the walls to slow her descent. Landing in a kneel between the screaming Torchwick and the giggling devil, she drew Gambol Shroud, separating it into its dual blades. The blonde licked her lips. "You again. Damn, you're exciting." she knocked her fists together, sending clouds of sparks circling into the air.

Blake charged, ducking a rocket and jumping over the following fist. Landing behind her opponent, she turned and blocked a kick with her blades. She shadowed backwards from a downward punch, and leapt over a sweeping leg. She angled her swords downwards, intent on impaling the leg to slow down the devil. She missed, metal scraping brick with a sharp noise, but she had caused the blonde to back up a step. The demon growled in pleasure. "You're so feisty! I love-" Blake rushed her, swinging wildly with her steel blades in an uncoordinated series of desperate attacks. If she heard that phrase one more time, she was sure she'd lose her mind.

The blonde was taken by surprise, earning several shallow gashes for her inattention. Finally managing to block an attack with a shining gauntlet, she smiled wide and winked at the huntress. "My turn!" she half sang and half shouted. Flame erupted from her body as she pushed against the blades, knocking them apart and aiming a burning punch straight toward Blake's masked face. Black steel pressed upward against the rushing gauntlet, throwing off the devil's aim. Spinning under the high punch, Blake slashed with Gambol Shroud's sheath, cutting a line across the blonde's stomach which started to drip blood. The demon spun around, snarling, and tried to grab the faunus. Blake shadowed upward, quickly kicking the red-eyed girl in the face, then landing and spinning around another rocketing shell. She extended her arm, punching her katana blade into the blonde's side, pushing her against the wall and pinning her to the bricks. She glared up into the red eyes, but froze when only bright, smiling lilac irises returned her glare. "...Yang?"

Yang's expression was shocked and surprised. Her eyes glanced rapidly between Blake, the blade protruding from her stomach and fires at the end of the alley, finally resting on the golden eyes of her partner. "Blake... you stabbed me."


She felt as though her heart had been ripped out. Ghostly fingers of guilt were crushing her lungs into dust. Blake screamed, letting go of the sword that extended from Yang's gut, tears immediately forming and dripping down her face behind the mask. After all this time, all the hunts, all the nightmares, she finally gets Yang back. And then she stabs her. The blood was rushing sloppily from the wound, crawling along the blade until finally gathering enough fluid to fall to the ground.

Forgetting about the blade, Yang reached forward to comfort her partner. Blake flinched away from her, sobbing and sniffling, but Yang persisted, placing a hand on Blake's cheek and smiling. "Blake... I'm so happy to see you." They fell to their knees together, Yang reaching her other hand up to hold Blake's face softly. Blake removed her mask, revealing watery eyes unable to meet her partner's.

"I'm so sorry, Yang. I'm so sorry..."

"For what?" Then her moment of happiness was shattered by a sharp pain in her stomach. She tore her gaze from Blake's golden eyes and looked at her torso. "Oh." She removed her hands from her partner's face and tightly gripped the black steel. She started to pull it out, feeling it pull on her intestines as it slid out of her body. "That's not your fault." She hissed through gritted teeth. "That's not your fault." Removing the tip of the blade brought a strong gush of blood that flowed into the sizable puddle already on the ground.

"I'm so sorry..."

Breathing heavily, causing mist to form between their faces, Yang quietly laughed. "Don't worry, I'm pretty strong." Blake suddenly leaned forward and hugged her, smearing red all over her white coat. Yang groaned as she pressed against her wound, but was too happy to be holding her partner to protest.

They stayed together for several moments, before suddenly separating as Blake remembered Yang's wound. She took off her scarf and wrapped it tightly around the blondes bleeding stomach, tying it off with a strong knot on the girl's front.

"Thanks." Yang breathed, unable to take her eyes off of Blake. They embraced again, Blake burying her face into the crook of Yang's neck, the latter resting her own head on top. The tall blonde girl put a hand underneath Blake's chin, raising her head so they faced each other. Pressing her lips against her partner's, she reveled in the kiss. Blake's lips tasted the way happiness felt.

Reluctantly pulling back, Blake whispered to her partner. "Can you walk?" Yang nodded, moving in for another kiss but a hand on her chest stopped her. "My apartments not far, we should go there." Seeing Yang's eyebrows raise slightly, she added "To get you fixed up." Even after everything, she's still Yang. "Afterward, we'll see what happens." She grinned mischievously at her partner, moving herself into a supporting position and walking Yang slowly down the street toward the apartment, a small chuckle escaping from the blonde.


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