A/N: Hey everyone! Blue here! We are soooo close to the conclusion of this story. Only a few chapters left! Whooo! Thanks for all your feedback and support. 100 followers and 50 favorites? I feel so blessed I could cry. Oh! I went back and edited chapter 6: who are you? I wasn't satisfied with how it turned out. So give it a little look. The changes are after Yang tells Blake that they're going home. I hope you guys like this chapter too! Let me know what you think with a lil review! Enjoy the Bees!

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY (I forget this thing all the time, siiigh)

Chapter 9: Warning

Blake's life went back to normal. As normal as it could with all the information she had obtained. She went to work, turned down all offers to go out, went home and read until she was tired. Then she would fall asleep and start her day all over again. She didn't even attempt to start on the story for Ozpin, her creativity was shot.

And, throughout the day, she would constantly think about the blonde. Wondering who she was helping this time. Did she have a new charge? She must have. It was the reason she wasn't around anymore.

Did they also get close to kissing too?

Whatever, it didn't matter anymore. Yang's job was done, she didn't need her help anymore. She must have learned her lesson or she would have heard from Yang at some point. It was fine, Blake would be fine. If she survived Adam, she can survive this.

Then why did it still hurt so much.

It hurt to know that the girl she had spent so much time only spent time with her because she had to.

It hurt to know that this girl was treating everyone as she treated her, she wasn't anything special. She only took the shots for her because she knew that she wouldn't get hurt.

It was just her job.

It was work for her.

Like editing for Blake, not something she particularly enjoyed, but something she had to do.

She hadn't even come to explain herself. She never tried to. Blake was alone once again and once again she had felt like utter garbage.

Idly she wondered if Yang would come back if she realized how miserable she was. That was part of her job, right? To make her 'happy' and 'enjoy life'? Ugh. It sounded like something out of one of her romance novels. The angel was sent to protect, but fell in love instead. A forbidden love that they tried to hide, but to no avail. She read this book, and in most cases, they were happy in the end.

That was if the angel loved the girl. Which she clearly did not.

That was if she meant something other than a job. Which she clearly did not.

That was if this was a fairy-tale. Which this clearly was not.

"Miss Belladonna?" A voice called.

"Huh?" She so eloquently responded. Behind her was Mr. Ozpin. "Oh, Hello, sir."

"Ozpin."

"Ozpin. Right. Is everything okay?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing." He said, venturing further into her cubicle. "You seem rather distracted today."

"Yes, life has been a bit hectic." Blake said.

More like afterlife has been hectic. Blake mused. She had to stifle the laughter from her unspoken joke.

She wondered if Yang would have appreciated that one.

"Hmm, yes it does get that way from time to time, doesn't it." Ozpin hummed in thought. "Why don't you take the day off to organize your life a bit."

"Wait, no sir-"

"Ozpin."

"Ozpin. I'm fine, I can still work just fine."

"Blake." Ozpin said softly. He hardly ever used her first name unless he had something important to say. "This isn't a punishment. I'm simply concerned for your well-being. I urge you to take the next couple days off and sort things out. If you overwork yourself, you'll never get better and you'll never be able to write that story for me."

"Yes, Ozpin."

"Let me know if there's anything you need."

"Thank you, Ozpin."

Blake packed up her things for the day and dragged herself out of the building. By this point, she knew the way home by heart, she no longer needed a gps.

But her mind went back to the time when she did need one. How it didn't lead to where she wanted to go, but to Yang. Now that she thought about it, those weren't accidental meetings at all. Yang didn't even need to exercise, did she?

She cursed herself. She was sent home to sort out the problems in her life, not exacerbate them.

She couldn't help it though. She missed the angel. The literal angel in her life that encouraged her. The angel that made her believe in herself again.

It was all some assignment, not genuine care. Blake tried to remind herself, hoping it would help her detach from the woman. Unfortunately, it only made her feel worse. Unrequited feelings were downright painful.

Blake would insist they weren't going on dates, but she knew in her heart that she wanted them to be dates. She wanted to date Yang. She wanted to be near her, to hug her again. She wished that she had just kissed her that day after the movies. In the field too. But obviously Yang didn't want to, it would have just messed things up for her.

She seemed like she wanted to kiss her. Maybe that was also part of her job, to make her feel wanted.

Mission successful. For a short time, she felt wanted by Yang. And it was wonderful.

But that time was over and she had to move on. She had to forget Yang. Forget the way she laughed in that carefree manner. Forget all her bad jokes. She had to forget how warm and safe she felt in her arms. Forget her voice and the way it made her knees go weak every time she said her name.

She had to-

"Blake." Someone called from a nearby alley. Blake tried so hard to ignore it. She told herself it was simply her imagination. She was just thinking about the way she said her name, she wasn't actually there.

She told herself that she was just going crazy.

"Blake, please. I need to talk to you." She continued. The girl being called looked down the alley and saw the person who started it all.

Yang was standing in the alley, looking more paranoid than last time (if that was even possible). Her eyes darted all about, seeming to search for people who might be listening in on their conversation. Her blonde mane was frazzled and looked like she was nervously running her fingers through it all night.

But, god she still looked so good.

"Go away, Yang." Blake found herself saying.

Please stay, I miss you. Her mind screamed.

"Blake, I can explain... You see I was actually... um... wearing a bullet proof vest... And I work for the government! Which is why I couldn't tell you anything about my work. I have been recruited to-"

"Don't bother lying." Blake spat. "I know who you are. What you are."

"You... I... How did-"

"Ruby told me."

Yang's eyes widened and she looked away in shame.

"I'm sorry."

"What? Sorry for lying to me? Or sorry for making me think that you actually cared about me? That you actually wanted to be around me?" Blake accused, taking a step with each bitter question. Yang backed up a little, but tried to keep her ground.

"I do care about you! I wanted to be around you!"

"No, it was just your job! I was a job!" Blake shouted pointing an accusing finger in Yang's direction. Her voice cracked with emotion, hoarse and filled with pain.

"No!"

"Stop lying!"

"Ok, maybe it started out that way-"

"And those chance meetings, they weren't chance."

"... No."

"I can't believe this, I can't believed I fooled myself. I should have known it was too good to be true. You're completely gorgeous and perfect and gregarious. Why would you ever want to hang around someone like me?"

"I-"

"No! Don't even try! You're job is done, isn't it?"

"Technically yes, but-"

"Then why are you still here?"

"I needed to talk to you."

"I have nothing more to say to you! You're done here! So leave!"

"Blake!"

"Just go!"

"B-Blake." Yang said, on the verge of tears.

"Are you even listening to me? I said g-" Blake started but was cut off by Yang pressing her lips against hers. Blake had not been prepared for the sudden show of affection, but soon found herself melting. It was desperate and needy, as if Yang was trying to show her how much she really cared. She grabbed her left hand with hers and used her right hand to run through her ebony tresses.

It was, for lack of a better word, heavenly.

Blake gave into the kiss completely, deepening it to fully feel all of the emotions Yang tried to keep hidden from her before. She could feel it all. There was so much adoration and affection for Blake.

Maybe even love, but she wasn't quite sure.

But beneath that, there was fear. A gnawing fear about what was to come. As soon as she felt tears hit her cheek from Yang, the girl broke off the kiss. She did not stay too far though. She rested her forehead against hers, her lilac eyes staring into Blake's own amber ones.

"You need to listen to me, Blake. You need to stay inside for the next three days." Yang softly told her, still crying. She quickly took the pack off of her back and handed it to Blake, never breaking eye-contact. "There should be enough supplies in here for three days. Don't answer your door, don't answer your phone, don't go outside. If you really need something, call Ruby and Weiss."

"Yang, what is going on?"

"I can't say, and I really need to go soon. They can't see me right now, but that won't last. They think I'm on another assignment. But it won't take long to figure out that I'm not there."

"You... You're not supposed to be here."

Yang's lips curved into a small sad smile. Blake wanted to cup her face and pull her in for another kiss at seeing that, but she needed to hear her answer. Did she really break the rules for her?

"No, I don't know what they would do if they knew what I just did."

Her heart skipped a beat hearing this.

Yang... disobeyed her orders. She came back for her. All because she cared for her. Her job was done, but she was still here, as much as she could be. She was still trying to protect Blake.

That also scared her though. What did she need to be protected from? Did danger still lurk around the corner?

"Yang, please tell me." Blake begged. "What happens if I go outside?"

"I have to go."

"Yang, wait." Blake panicked, she didn't want the girl to go. She wanted her there. To feel her warmth. To feel safe.

"There's no more time. Just stay inside!" Yang said, backing up. A brilliant light surrounded her, just like Ruby. She caught a glimpse of her lavender tipped wings before she disappeared from sight. Blake was left alone holding Yang's pack that was filled with supplies.

It was still warm, like the girl it came from.

XxXxX

It had been two days, and Blake was pretty sure whatever was supposed to happen had subsided. She received a large influx of calls, but ignored them all. She tried to enjoy her time away from all the insanity, but that was all she could think about. She glanced over at the bag Yang had given her, a black drawstring bag with neon yellow markings.

Very Yang.

She couldn't seem to occupy her mind well enough these past two days. She tried reading the book Yang had given her, but found herself re-reading the same damn page over and over again, unable to concentrate. She had similar results when trying to work on the story for Ozpin. The piece that was supposed to blow his socks off and land her her own book contract. It was all nonsense, no coherent ideas would adhere to the page.

With a sigh, she closed her laptop. She couldn't get anything done, she couldn't enjoy anything. And she was still supposed to stay here for another twenty-four hours.

This was harder than she thought.

Glancing over to the coffee table, she looked at her cellphone. The object hadn't made a sound in quite a while, so she picked it up off the table and unlocked it.

There were only three numbers she trusted to call over the past two days, but she only tried calling one.

Just one.

"I'm sorry, the number you have called has been disconnected, plea-" The kind feminine voice taunted. Blake hung the phone up before she could finish her automated spiel. She really wanted to talk to Yang again, even though it might be dangerous for both of them. She didn't care at this moment, she just needed the blonde.

The danger had to be gone by now, right? She wasn't getting frantic calls anymore, everything must be ok.

So with that, Blake ended her house arrest a day early.

Figuring that Yang would probably be watching her, she decided to just wander about Vale. The blonde would find her eventually, she knew it.

"Yang!" She shouted down the street, ignoring the looks she was receiving. She couldn't care less what they thought. "Yaaaang, where are you?"

She eventually stopped calling out her name, her voice was getting hoarse from it's extended use. She didn't normally shout this loud. Ever.

The raven-haired girl was actually rather impressed with herself, she really had learned the streets of Vale. All the walks with Yang had really paid off. She could fully navigate her way through the town... and only had to pull out her gps once.

By the time it started getting dark, she had given up on finding her that day. She sighed and started to head home.

From shaaaaadoooows-

She slipped her phone out of her pocket and saw the name 'Ruby Rose' flash, accompanied by a picture of Ruby sticking her tongue out at the camera. Pressing the 'accept' button, Blake lazily slid the phone up to her ear.

"Hey, Ruby." She answered coolly, still walking back to her apartment.

"Blake! Where are you?" Ruby frantically asked.

"I'm... out?"

"You need to come back right now!"

"I was just about to, why?"

"He's out Blake, he escaped! He-" Weiss added fearfully.

"Hello, my love." He said in a sickly sweet voice.

Blake froze in her tracks, her phone slid out of her hand and crashed to the ground. Slowly turning, she saw him.

Adam.

Standing there in his prison uniform, covered in blood that wasn't his own, brandishing a large kitchen knife.

"You won't believe how hard it was to find you, but you just made it so much easier for me." Adam smoothly said. "God, it's so good to see you, Blake. We have so much to catch up on."