Behind Those Hazel Eyes

Chapter 10

The Consequences

The two made their way onto the bus and finally left for home. All throughout the bus ride, Blake fell asleep from her long day of kendo. Yang simply sat by her side and enjoyed her time with her. After a while, Blake's head fell onto Yang's shoulder. At first, she was caught off guard, but then, she noticed that Blake was still sleeping so she let it go. She smiled and continued to look out the window until they made it back home.

When they got home, Yang nudged Blake to wake up, but she didn't budge. Yang didn't know what to do. Her house was probably locked after what happened last time and she didn't want to wake her so she picked her up off the chair and carried her to her house. Unfortunately, when she got there, it was a pretty awkward sight. A man in a suit was waiting for her at her front door. She shook Blake and she finally woke up.

"Hey Blake, wake up." She opened her eyes slowly

"What is it?" She turned her head to see the man in the suit waiting for them. Yang set her down on her feet and they both stood up straight.

"Evening ladies."

"Hi, is something wrong?"

"If you could invite me inside, I'll tell you what this is about." Yang slowly walked to the front door and let him in. he took a seat at the kitchen table when her grandmother came in.

"Welcome back Yang. Don't worry, I know what's happening. He called me earlier to request a meeting with you two."

"So, this is about me leaving my house, isn't it?"

"Not precisely. You don't have to worry about that anymore. We received an admittance by Blake's pursuers that they were intending to bring harm to Blake. Unfortunately, we don't know who sent them. All we know is that they've been sent to jail and you're sentence is being dropped."

"So I don't have to be trapped here anymore?"

"Nope. You are free, but we'll have to keep watch over this situation until things start to calm down."

"Oh man, I'm totally fine with that. Thank you," she said as she stood up to shake his hand.

"Well, thank you for having me. I'll take my leave now." The man stood up, grabbed his things and left. As he left, Yang ran to her grandmother and gave her a big hug. Her grandmother chuckled as Yang squeezed her as tight as she could.

"I'm glad you're happy."

"Oh yeah, grams, this is Blake. The girl from before."

"I know. We introduced ourselves already. I heard you had some kind of tournament today. How did that go?"

"It was good. I took first place."

"Wow, congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Um, it's getting late. Would you like to stay here for the night?" Blake and Yang were both surprised at this request.

"Really?"

"Of course. I'd feel really bad knowing that one of Yang's friends had to walk home alone this late. We'd be happy to have you, right Yang?" She looked at Yang, expecting her to agree with her.

"Of course, she can stay in my room."

"Wow, thank you so much."

"It's nothing. We're pretty much family, right?" Blake smiled and Yang showed her back to her room.

This time, it was much easier for Blake to find Yang's room. When they got there, Yang showed her to the bathroom and left her to her business. As the tub filled and Blake got in, she was kind of nervous. She was spending the night at Yang's house and they didn't care whatsoever. Also, what made it worse was that she was naked in their bathroom while thinking about it. She quickly cleaned up and returned to Yang's room. Once she got there, Yang told her that she was going to wash up so she was free to do what she wanted.

As she waited in Yang's room, she could feel Yang's room was pretty empty. She walked around and felt that she had a bed and a dresser. There was a closet which she didn't want to dig into. There was also window which kind of made her sad. She didn't have a window in her room and even if she did, it wouldn't matter. The thought could never be as strong as the actual sight. Yang came in a few minutes later and Blake turned quickly.

"Alright, so you can take my bed. My grandma said she had a futon that I could use."

"Oh no, I can't do that. It's your bed. I'm your guest. I'll sleep on the futon."

"Blake, your logic is a little screwed up. You're supposed to be comfortable here. I can't make you sleep on it and there's nothing you can do that'll stop me from sleeping on the futon."

"Alright," she said with faint sadness. Futons aren't the best things to sleep on and she felt bad about making Yang sleep on one even though it was her house.

"I'll be right back." Yang left the room to get the futon. Blake sat down on Yang's bed. She rubbed her hands on her bed. It was soft and quite large, larger than her bed. After a few minutes, Yang came back in with the futon. "Alright, got it." She laid it down on the floor. "It's pretty late so I hope you don't mind. I'm gonna head right off to bed."

"Okay, I think I'll do that too." Yang turned off the lights and plopped onto the futon. Blake kicked her legs underneath the blankets and lied down. Immediately, Blake felt warm. It wasn't entirely from the thickness of the sheets, but from the warmth of Yang's body. That warmth somehow lingered and it made her feel even more comfortable. She turned onto her side and she could smell Yang on the pillow. It was a soft, sweet smell that for some reason Blake never picked up when she was with Yang normally. "Yang?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you, for letting me stay with you."

"No problem, any time. Good night."

"Good night." A few minutes went by and the night grew silent as everyone finally went to sleep. However, Blake was still awake. She was tired, but there was still something on her mind that was bothering her. Should I tell her? "Hey Yang," she whispered. Yang didn't respond. All Blake could hear was the sound of her soft breathing. It was a long day. Blake turned around onto her other side and sighed. "I'm blind." Tears fell from her eyes as she closed them and went to sleep.

...

The next morning came around with a loud start. Her grandmother called from downstairs and Yang rolled around in frustration.

"Come on grams, it's Sunday. Let me sleep."

"Yang!" Her eyes flipped wide open.

"Alright, I'm coming." She removed her blankets and sat up to rub her eyes. "Sorry Blake, my grandma's quite the morning person." She looked to her bed, but she wasn't there. She turned her head as she got onto her feet. She walked downstairs and into the kitchen where Blake and her grandmother were preparing breakfast. "Blake? You're already up?"

"Yeah, I'm kind of a morning person, and it appears your grandmother is too," she said with a smile. Yang turned her head. Boy do I know that, she said in her head. She walked to her chair and took a seat. When the food arrived, Yang was surprised.

"Whoa, did you both make this?"

"Not really, Blake did most of the work. I just showed her where everything was. You'd be surprised what she can do when she's aware of what's around her." The breakfast was strawberry waffles with scrambled eggs and toast. Yang put as much as she could onto her fork and swallowed it whole.

"Wow, this is really good."

"Thanks, breakfast is also my specialty."

"Hell of a specialty." The rest of the morning was them enjoying their breakfast. When they were done, Blake stood up and grabbed the plates. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cleaning the table."

"Blake, you're our guest. Calm down, jeez. I got it."

"Okay." She set down the plates on the table and stood back. Yang grabbed the plates and put them in the sink. She walked back to Blake to bring her back to her room when her grandmother stopped them.

"Well Blake, it was really nice having you over. Please, come over anytime. Yang never brings anybody over and it can get pretty boring here so please, I insist that you come back and visit."

"Okay, I'll remember that." They smiled at each other and headed back up to her room where Blake packed her things.

"Wait, you're leaving already?"

"Yeah, I have to do some things at home."

"Oh, well then I'll help."

"No, it's alright. I can handle it on my own."

"No, come on." Blake put her hand on Yang's chest.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but I can handle it on my own. Thank you." She grabbed her things and made her way downstairs. Yang followed behind her with nothing but suspicion on her mind. She opened the door and turned around to face Yang. "Thank you once again for having me. It was fun. I'll see you at school." Blake turned around and left.

"Okay, bye." She and her grandmother waved bye as Blake disappeared from their sight. Yang closed the door and walked back into the house. Her grandmother was peeking out of the kitchen when Yang was making her way to the living room.

"I like her. She's definitely a keeper." She gave Yang a suggestive look.

"Grandma, what are you talking about?! Get back in the kitchen!"

"Alright, alright. Calm down, I'm going."

"Gosh, what's up with you today?"

Blake finally made it back to her house where she put her things in her room right as she got home. Once that was done, she walked to a very remote part of her house where a sign on the door read, "Do Not Enter." She sighed and opened the door. The room was big, but mostly empty. On the other side of the room was a desk with a bowl and a small bucket of sticks next to it. She took a stick and lit it on fire and got on her knees. She then pressed her hands together with the stick right in between them and closed her eyes.

"I miss you guys so much. It seems like it's been forever. I hope you're all doing alright. As for me, things have gotten much better. If you haven't found out by now, I met this girl who is the most perfect girl in the whole entire world. She's caring, friendly, and sweet. Unfortunately, I don't really know what she looks like, but I know she's beautiful, just like you mom. She's strong and outgoing, just like you dad. She's fun and full of energy, just like you little sis. I hope you approve. I just don't see myself with any other person. I think she's the one. Tell me what to do. I need to know." She paused for a second before resuming. "I just hope that you may rest in peace and know that I will stay strong for you guys. I love you all so much." She opened her eyes and blew out the small light from the stick and set it inside the bowl. She stood up and wiped a tear from her face as she walked out. Before she closed the door, she looked back one more time at the picture of her mother, father, and little sister.

End of Chapter 10