Here's another one of those scenes I am not quite so good at writing. I've got a few of those. I might not be posting chapters as often as I did before due to lack of WiFi at my house, since I use my iPad as my tool of the trade. I am thinking every three to four days I will post a new chapter so that I can catch up between that time, as well. So without further ado, here's the next chapter!
Yang knocked on the door of the study, her cloak draped over her shoulders. There was a shout on the other side of the door, a voice yelling, "Come in!" Yang entered. When she saw Weiss, she hadn't expected such a surge of happiness to flood her. It felt as if it were the first time she felt happy in a very long time. Dust, she had forgotten what love felt like.
"Hey, Yang," Weiss said, not turning away from the crackling fireplace or the flame within it. Despite the flame, it was rather cool in here, not too hot, not too cold. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," Yang answered truthfully, walking over and joining the owner of the world's most powerful mega-corporation beside the fire. She sat down in the adjacent rocking chair and glanced at Weiss, whose focus was on the flames in the fireplace. "Your bed is comfy. How are you feeling?"
"Empty. Lost. Confused. There is no singular word that can be used to describe how I feel right now."
Weiss leaned back in the chair, her eyes averted to the portrait of tween Weiss above the fireplace. She certainly looked the same way she felt, her exhaustion clearly visible just in the way she lazily rocked back and forth in a wounded melancholy.
"Is this what it's like? Loss? Is this what it's like, feeling like someone took your heart, threw it on the floor, and ground it down until there was nothing left but dust?"
Yang answered right away with a nod. She knew what it was like. She knew, better than anybody, what Weiss felt now. She had experienced it so many times that sorrow had become second nature to her.
"Thought so."
Weiss got up, grabbed the poker from beside the fireplace, and began to stir the embers within the fire. She continued.
"Since I woke up this morning, I've been constantly busy, and it isn't until now that I realize how much the pain actually hurts. I've been too occupied to feel the hollowness in my own heart. But now that I'm here, alone, doing nothing but sitting by the fireplace, it's there and I know it is, and I just want it to stop. How do you do it? How do you fill that hole in your heart when you can't even think of anything that might even be worth living for?"
Yang knew she would ask that question; she often asked herself that when Ruby died. Hell, she still asked herself that. But not since this morning. No; she had no reason to ask that, because that hole that Ruby had created was filled once again.
This was the perfect opportunity hit two birds with one stone.
"Well," Yang began, standing up from her chair as Weiss put the poker away, "The reason I was able to get through this was because I had endless love and support, even if I didn't readily accept it. It was always there, through thick and thin, and nothing could change that. I always had someone there for me. And you do, too. You just don't realize it yet."
"What are you saying?" Weiss turned to meet her eyes unblinkingly.
Yang's lips pursed. This was it. No going back now.
She took a deep breath and spoke.
"Weiss...I love you."
Yang had never seen Weiss more stunned in her life. She was absolutely speechless, taken aback by the revelation, and she just couldn't recover.
"...I-I...I..." She stammered.
"If you don't feel the same way, it's fine," Yang continued, not skipping a beat lest she lose her momentum, "But I realized that the reason I've been so depressed over these past few months isn't just from Ruby's death. Ever since she died, I've been left feeling like I have no purpose, no one to protect, no reason to live, but with you, I feel I have another chance. I can redeem myself for how I failed and actually protect someone. You've given me purpose, Weiss, and I love you for it, more than anything in my life."
Weiss leaned against the wall behind her for balance. Yang could see the various emotions brawling it out in her eyes, and she looked as if her eyes weren't actually working, just darting about to try and figure out if they could actually do anything.
"I don't mean to force any of this on you," Yang said, "I just want you to know."
She then turned around, back toward the door, and began walking away. "I'll give you some time to think about that."
She heard footsteps behind her, and Weiss's voice was closer.
"I don't need it."
A hand on her shoulder spun her around, two hands held the sides of her face, and a pair of lips pressed against her own, all within the span of a second. Taken by surprise at first, Yang closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, pressing closer to Weiss, her hands moving to rest on the smaller girl's hips. She tugged her closer, her arms wrapping around Weiss's waist in a loving embrace.
She felt as if she could do this forever, to just keep her lips against Weiss's, just hold her with all the burning passion contained in every fiber of her being. Eventually, however, the two had to separate, and the two stared into one another's eyes as they simply stood in the middle of the study, not uttering a single word, not even a noise save for their synchronized breathing and the crackling of the fire.
"That was..." Yang began in a soft, wondering voice.
"Bliss." Weiss finished for her and Yang noticed that Weiss was hanging from her intertwined hands around her neck. "Happiness. Intimacy. Yang, I love you, too."
She shifted her feet, setting them atop Yang's. Yang found herself leaning forward and their lips locked again, the sensation caused by this traveling up her spine in a wave of ecstasy in the form of goosebumps. Her arms moved up from Weiss's waist to her back in an attempt to push her even closer, anything to bring Weiss nearer to her heart. Her thoughts, they were only of her, her, her. Her beautiful, palish face, the scar that drew itself over her eye, the icy eyes themselves that watched everything with confidence, her white hair that cascaded from her head and over her narrow shoulders. Her soft, warm, welcoming lips. All of it was now a part of her.
Weiss pulled away. She and Yang slowly opened their eyes to meet the other's, their faces warm and their cheeks red. She lowered her arms so that her hands rested on Yang's abdomen, her elbows behind her back. She continued to look up as she spoke.
"You're coming with me, " Weiss said as she grabbed Yang's hand and dragged her out of the room, not even bothering to put the fire out and letting it just burn without a care in the world.
The scope gave nothing away as it zoomed in on the window of the Faunus girl's living quarters.
The assassin had been watching the girl for a long while now as she curled up on her bed, reading a book. She knew only one thing about this girl, and that was that she haunted the assassin's dreams, her familiar face bearing a name long forgotten. She didn't understand it. Her amnesia after the accident a year before had made sure to erase the cat's name. Mistress never even spoke of her.
"Sounds like they just discovered a body on the roof of one of the buildings surrounding the pool."
Nickelle's voice rung in her ears, but she was immediately ignored when the assassin saw the girl's head perk up. Her striking golden eyes and black feline ears appeared to be focused on something somewhere else in the room, out of her small line of sight through the window. The girl stood up next to her bed, stretched with a yawn, and left the scope's borders to go to the door or something. "Looks like they also found your little note."
"The man was too easy a target. It wasn't satisfying, killing him." The assassin said gruffly. That was a lie, of course. She had felt as if it was satisfying to kill him, but something deep down had made her feel guilty for doing it. She had shoved away that thought and came here after ending the man's life. Now that she thought about it, what was his name?
"The heiress and her sister seemed plenty hurt by it to me."
"I need something more. Much more. They have to suffer for leaving me behind to burn."
"Well, you could kill her sister."
"That won't work. Not yet." The assassin peered through the scope again and spotted the Faunus sitting back on her bed. She was talking to someone, and a figure stepped into the view of the lens. A girl, with white hair and a weapon strapped to her back. It bothered her that she couldn't remember names. Mistress refused to give her names for her targets and their families, claiming that it would make the targets human. She had obeyed without question, but now she found herself wondering what it truly meant. Or, perhaps, there was something that Mistress wasn't telling her.
"Why do you say that?" Nickelle continued, speaking through the communicator in her friend's ear. She wasn't even out here; she was inside, still masquerading as a servant.
"I don't think she knows her sister very well. That would just add another death to the list rather than actually hurt her. She won't be effected by it."
"Fair enough. We have EVAC in about an hour, just so you know."
"I know. I had to remind you. I don't know how an android forgets anything."
"Hey, I'm as human as you are. Mentally. I'll see you later."
The girl left, and the Faunus in the scope stood, saying something. Her hands were on her hips, and she shook her head.
Suddenly, an image flashed in the assassin's mind. It was the Faunus girl, but now she was dressed in an oddly elegant garb and high heels. She was sitting at a table eating a sandwich. She turned her head to meet her eyes and smiled, but she wore a bow over her ears. Those fierce eyes weren't nearly as striking now without the ears to accentuate the predatory beauty of the girl's Faunus heritage. She liked her better without the bow.
She shook her head. What in Grimm made her think that? "Liked her better?" She...this girl was her enemy. She was one of the girls who left her behind. She wanted to hurt her, to make her suffer the same pain she had...right? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't feel malice against her. She tensed her finger on the trigger, standing up and holding her breath. The Faunus had to die. She made her suffer.
She tensed her finger on the trigger even more, aiming down the scope with her target's head in her crosshairs.
She pulled the trigger.
The bullet screamed through the air, but it never met the mark. It smashed into the wall above the window without much noise, crumbling that small part of the wall in the process. She swore. She never missed. Ever.
She grumbled. She'd wasted the shot. No use trying to take her out again. She slung the rifle over her back again and disappeared without a trace.