A/N:This chapter is a bit of an experiment with how I write. (Just a bit of a heads up if it doesn't seem very realistic.)
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Blake growled into the phone as she walked out of the elevator in her apartment building. Her fifth attempt to call Yang, and still no answer. "Yang, I am going to find you. When I do, you will explain to me why you are not answering. And I better like what I hear."
She shut her phone and stuffed it into her white capris pants pocket, ending her voicemail. Her black flip-flops slapped angrily against the pavement as she made her way to the parking lot built next to the edifice. As she got into her small, dark grey neon, she made it her goal to find Yang before their night out. Since yesterday, Blake had tried to reach Yang's cell or her home phone. The lack of an answer was starting to both worry her and tick her off.
Today, they had planned to go out with some other friends for a night on the town. They and three other couples had decided a few weeks ago to have a group date night to have some fun and socialize. A late dinner, dancing, going places and just acting like crazy college students. It was going to be marvelous. But not if Blake could not find Yang.
In order to locate the hotheaded young athlete, she was going to where Yang was most likely to be found on a Thursday: The Vale City Gym.
As Blake drove down the street, she contemplated what could be distracting Yang this time. Once, Yang had not answered her calls in favour of arguing with someone at the supermarket. She had been debating with a random stranger on which was more delicious, potatoes or bananas. Such a senseless argument. Everyone knows tuna trumps all.
However, after her heated debate, she had called back within a few hours, apologizing profusely. It was sweet of her, but this time seemed different. Yang almost always had her phone on her person. If she was not answering, there could be a rational explanation, but Blake was not so sure. The dark-haired woman had a bad feeling she could not explain, a hole in the pit of stomach that made her sick as time wore on. She hoped that it was just her excessive nerves playing tricks on her.
I hope this is just her way of pranking me again. If it is, I'm putting green dye in her conditioner bottle. Blake tightened her grip on the steering wheel at the thought.
Blake stopped at a red light just a few blocks from the gym. As she waited for the light to change, she glanced out her window. She took in the pedestrians ambling down the sidewalks, not sparing a second thought to anyone else they passed as they carried out their routines and lived life as they would. The Faunus girl hoped that she and Yang would be among them tonight, enjoying themselves to the fullest.
Gingerly stepping on the accelerator as the light turned green, Blake idly wondered how the other couples were. If she was lucky, she would find one of them together at her destination.
Parking, she shut her car off and got out. Her heated strides taking her inside the local gym. Walking through the open glass doors, her amber eyes took a quick glance around. Like any other day, the building had a steady stream of members coming in to make use of the facility. More still were probably in the back halls and rooms, where the dance studios, showers, lockers and more varied workout equipment was located. That was where Blake was headed.
Not giving anyone the time of day, she strode her way past the treadmills and bike machines that lined the front. She was looking for someone and no one was going to get in her way.
Arriving in the back, she first checked the weight room. Does not look like she is here... but I see a few friendly faces. Despite not seeing the tall blonde woman, she did spot the blonde hair of a familiar young man, currently doing bench presses. A recognizable redheaded young woman in her trademark ponytail was beside him as she acted as his spotter, counting how many lifts he did and making sure he did not hurt himself while cheering him on. The couple she had guessed would be around were here after all, fortunately enough. Blake strode up to them, calling out so as not to startle the bench presser. "Jaune! Pyrrha!"
The redhead, Pyrrha, looked up, surprised. Upon spotting the raven-haired girl quickly approaching, she turned to man beside her. "Okay Jaune, I think that's enough for now. One more lift and you can take ten."
The blonde man did not respond, exerting himself to lift the heavy bar in his hands. His face red and sweaty, breathing in and out through his nose in short breaths, he managed to lift the bar once more and put it back on the hook. He let out a sigh of satisfaction as he flopped his arms on to his stomach, breathing heavily.
Jaune groaned as he sat up, breathlessly exclaiming, "I- *huff* I d-did it Pyrrha!"
Pyrrha smiled, patting him on the arm as she returned her attention back to the woman standing in front of them. Blake did not look happy. Her impatient foot tapping and crossed arms a clear sign of her displeasure.
Pyrrha greeted her jovially nonetheless, "Greetings Blake. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"I am looking for Yang. Have you seen her?"
The redheaded trainer frowned. How unusual for Blake not to know where Yang was. "No, I can't say I have." She looked to the young man beside her. "Have you Jaune?"
Jaune gulped, his mouth dry from his intense workout. Reaching for the water bottle he placed by the bench press, he replied, "Nope, haven't seen her all day." Bringing the bottle up to his mouth, he scrunched his face in thought. "Kinda weird though. Her class starts in like, what, an hour? She's always in the gym before her class starts." All three of them knew Yang liked to warm up and prepare before teaching. "If she's not here yet, something's probably holding her up."
Nodding, Pyrrha added, "She also did not show up for our tennis match this morning. It is very unlike her to skip out on one of our bouts. My guess is that she is not within the vicinity."
Blake blew a stray bang away from her eye, annoyed. Where on earth was that pesky blonde?
Pyrrha shrugged. "Sorry that we cannot aid you in your search Blake. Have you been to her house yet?"
The bow wearing woman shook her head in the negative. "No. It was my next stop. I wanted to be sure she was not here first."
"I see. Well, I hope you find her! Will we still be expecting you two tonight?"
Blake gave a small smile. "Yeah. Don't worry, we will be there. Seven o'clock right?"
Jaune gave a thumbs up and a toothy grin answering at the same time as his girlfriend. "You got it!" "That is correct."
Both looked at each other, giggling at their own silliness. Blake gave a small grin at the sight. The bad feeling in the pit of her stomach remained, refusing to be repressed.
This does not mean anything, it could just mean she got distracted on the way here. That's all it is. Yang being Yang.
Waving goodbye to her friends, Blake dejectedly left the gym. Next stop: Yang's house.
Ten minutes later, Blake looked at the residential unit from the driver's seat, hoping that her energetic girlfriend dwelled within. Taking a hopeful breath, the bow wearing woman approached the front door. Yang had given her a spare key to get in, saying she was welcome anytime, but Blake prefered to be polite, knocking on the door first.
Blake started to fret as she was met with no answer. This time, she rang the doorbell and knocked louder. If no one answered, she would let herself in.
It looked like she would not have to. Hearing thuds from behind the door with her sensitive hearing, she listened as someone stepped up to the wooden divider. A few seconds later, it opened to reveal a worried looking Ruby. Not a good sign.
Ruby, her worried look vanishing upon seeing who her visitor was, cheerfully greeted Blake. "Hey Blake! What brings ya here?" Her cheer sounded awfully fake.
Blake set her mouth into a thin line, not in the mood to play games. "Ruby, where is Yang?"
"Oh, her? Pssh, she's just a little distracted at the moment. Would you mind possibly, maybe, I don't know... coming back later?" Something was up.
"Yes." Blake narrowed her golden orbs, honing in on silver irises that shifted from side to side, as if looking for a way out.
Something is wrong, and I am going to found out what it is. "Where is Yang, Ruby?"
Ruby was slowly crumbling beneath Blake's intense stare. "She's upstairs…"
"Why? What is she doing up there?"
"Look, Blake, this is a really bad time, if you could just come back later-"
Thump
Blake's ears perked beneath her bow, causing the fabric to rustle. What was that?! Her thoughts a jumble as she stormed her way past Ruby, intent on getting toward the source of the noise. From the sound of it, it had come from upstairs. Where Yang was.
Ruby gasped as she realized Blake had broken through her defense. "Wait!" She shouted as she ran to catch up to the driven woman who had already made her way to the upper floor.
Blake paused at the top of the stairs, ears twitching beneath her bow, listening. Behind her, Ruby bumped into her back, letting out a small 'oof' in surprise. Not that she noticed.
There. She heard hurried footsteps from the closed door to the right. Yang's room. Without hesitation, she yanked the door open. Her jaw slackened at the sight before her.
Yang's room, usually clean - clean meaning nothing was at least on the floor - looked like a herd of wild animals had rampaged through the place, clothes and other miscellaneous items strewn everywhere.
Yang could be compared to a wild animal herself. Her hair looked uncared for, her usually vibrant, wild yellow locks ragged and tangled. Her eyes were wide open and constantly moving, pupils dilated. A sheen of sweat coated her face, both out of the heat and the anxiety she was exhibiting. She also happened to be dressed in her undergarments, a yellow sports bra and panties her only clothing. What worried Blake the most was the fresh bruise that adorned Yang's shoulder. She must have hit it on something and not even noticed. The crazed blonde was currently rummaging through her nearly empty dresser, intent on finding something.
Blake finally reacted. "Yang! What on earth are you doing?!"
Yang didn't respond. She continued her frenzied search, mumbling unintelligible words under her breath as she tore her room apart. She army crawled under her bed as Blake approached her, hearing another thud as she hit something else. Blake was concerned that she had hit her head this time, if she had not already.
The worried woman waited until Yang resurfaced from under the bed before she attempted to stop the blonde. Before she could stand up, she grabbed onto both Yang's shoulders, turning her so they were almost face to face. "Yang! Look at me!"
The flighty woman did not seem to hear her. She struggled under the pressure that Blake applied down on her shoulders, eventually getting up. She stood still, eyes darting about. She muttered in quick sentences, barely pausing for breath, "Not at the gym, maybe I should check again? Maybe later. Not in the den, the kitchen, nowhere outside, not in Ruby's room, not with my equipment, not in my room, not…" As she continued to list places she seemed to have checked, Blake tried to center her attention.
Why are you acting like this Yang? Talk to me!
Cupping both of Yang's cheeks, she brought the blonde's face closer, trying to corner lilac eyes with her own amber orbs. It seemed to work for a second, her eyes centering. Blake asked her question before she lost the frenzied woman again, slowly enunciating her words, "What are you looking for?"
Lavender eyes refocused on the shorter girl in front of her, noticing her for the first time. "Blake? When did you get here?" She suddenly grabbed Blake's shoulders, shocking the shorter woman into letting go of Yang. "Have you seen my wrist braces?!"
Blake blinked, confused. "Wrist braces? Your yellow wrist covers with the red stripes? The ones you wear when you play tennis?"
"Yes!" Yang seemed to get excited for a second, getting her hopes up. "You've seen them?"
"No. I have not."
Yang deflated on the spot, sinking to her knees on the floor. "No?" She gave a scream of frustration and ran from the room to continue her search somewhere else.
Ruby, who had been observing from the door, watched as Yang sprinted past her and barreled down the stairs. She looked back to a dumbstruck Blake in the middle of her sister's room, eyes wide and arms still in the air from when she had held on to Yang. She stared at Ruby, unable to form words.
Ruby spoke instead. "She's been like that since last night. She lost her wrist braces and she hasn't stopped looking for them." Blake gazed at her curiously, lowering her arms and tilting her head in confusion. Ruby waved a hand toward the stairs. "That's what she's been like since. She hasn't slept or ate and I've been looking with her, but we can't find 'em."
Blake slowly walked out Yang's door. Stopping at the top of the stairs again, she looked to the redhead beside her. "For heaven's sake, Ruby. What is so fluffing important about those wrist braces?"
Ruby gave a sheepish grin. "They're precious to her." She looked down the stairwell, hearing the sounds of rustles and thumps as Yang continued her hunt in the kitchen. "When she decided to play tennis like dad, he gave her a special present on her tenth birthday. Customized wrist braces. He picked the colors and design and she positively adored those things." She smiled as she reminisced. "He was just so happy that she decided to pursue tennis that he always supported her. She loved the sport so much and used to play tennis with dad all the time."
Blake looked down the stairwell too, listening intently to Ruby as she spoke.
Ruby chuckled slightly at a memory. "She wore them to every tennis practice and every game." The redhead gave a despondent sigh. "She still does. When they were getting old and torn, I asked why she didn't get rid of them. She told me that it's because it feels like dad's there with her when she wears them, cheering her on like he always did, giving her advice to do her best. She refused to just get rid of them. It's her last connection to dad. I just can't believe they're lost…"
Eyes wide, Blake started to make her way downstairs, intent on going after the blonde. Ruby following close behind. They had to stop Yang before she hurt herself even further.
The concerned duo made their through Yang's path of destruction, leading them to the garage. Entering, they saw Yang digging through a sports bag by her motorbike, the woman tearing the material to shreds as she searched it thoroughly. Blake watched, not sure how best to calm the raging blonde before her.
Guess I'm just going to have to do what I can. Taking a deep breath, she approached Yang tentatively. Here goes everything.
She gently placed her hand on Yang's shoulder, not wanting to startle her girlfriend. The light touch alerted the blonde to her presence, Yang reeling around to face distressed golden orbs. Yang gave Blake a bizarre look of confusion, one eye more closed than the other, her eyebrows raised. She seemed disoriented. "What do you want?"
Blake slowly moved her hand from the blondes shoulder to her cheek again, not making any sudden movements. "Yang, put the bag down. I don't think your braces are in there."
Yang looked to the torn, empty bag in her grasp and back up. "I… I just need to keep looking. I know… I know that dad, that dad's braces are around here somewhere." She started to ramble. "I'll find dad. I'll, I just need… I need to check the gym again." Throwing the bag away from her, not caring where it landed, she snatched a key ring and helmet off a nearby table. Blake realized, as her girlfriend put on the helmet and straddled her bike, that Yang intended to go to the gym that very second. Blake was not about to let that happen, not with the state Yang was in, or dressed the way she was.
"Stop!" Blake ran up to Yang as she started the motorcycle, the engine roar echoing in the garage. "Are you out of your mind?!" The question seemed to answer itself. Yang did not seem to hear her as she pushed a button on the wall, opening the garage door.
Blake decided it was time for drastic measures. She wrapped her arms around Yang's bare waist and started to pull, attempting to separate the woman from the bike. "Ruby!" Blake shouted to the immobilized girl that seemed rooted to her spot by the door. "Help me!"
Ruby snapped her attention to Blake. Running up to the motorbike, she helped the dark-haired woman remove her sister from the vehicle, hooking her arms and pulling. Any other day, the blonde would have been able to escape from them easily, but she was weakened in her sleep and food deprived state. She could only struggle in their grasp as she attempted to break free.
The two girls joint efforts managed to lift Yang off her bike. All three women, plus one vehicle, fell to the floor with a resounding crash. While Ruby let go after impact, Blake held on by hugging her with a new hold from behind, pinning the blonde's arms to her sides. She did not allow the squirming woman to leave. Yang continued to struggle, desiring to continue her search.
Blake, maintaining her iron grip, asked Ruby, "Remove her helmet, if you can."
The teen removed it with surprisingly little difficulty. The blonde did not move her head as she was more focused on breaking Blake's grip. Yang tugged at the arms encircling her abdomen with weak efforts. The smaller woman spoke softly and slowly into Yang's ear, trying to calm her. "Yang, love, can you hear me?" She seemed to. Her tugging stopped, but she refused to give up, still squirming.
"Honey, listen to me. Focus on my voice. It's going to be okay. We will help you find your braces. Please, be calm." She continued to coo into Yang's ear, the struggling woman starting to give in to the soothing voice in her ear, the exhaustion getting to her. Slowly, she started to lose her fire, burning out.
As she continued to wind down, Blake loosened her hold, even bringing one hand up to stroke Yang's messy mane, brushing the stray locks away from her eyes. "It's going to be fine. I'm sure they are around. We will find them." Continuing her reassurances, Yang leaned back into Blake, her posture going slack as her head settled on the dark girl's shoulder. "They will not stay lost Yang. Just relax. Ruby and I will help you, okay?" The mentioned redhead had left after closing the garage door and turning off the bike to get Yang some water and clothes, wanting to help in some way.
Feeling something wet on her neck, Blake glanced down. She was flabbergasted to see that Yang was crying. In all the time she had spent with the fiery, hotheaded woman, she had never once seen her cry. The blonde woman refused to be seen in a vulnerable state, never so much as letting loose a single tear when she hurt, whether it was physically or mentally. This was a side of Yang that Blake had yet to see. The side of her that did hurt, that needed to cry.
The side of her that was a young girl that still missed her parents.
"Oh..." Blake kissed both of her girlfriends cheeks, letting her lips linger before she said, "It's okay Yang. It's okay to cry." Yang shifted into her embrace and sobbed into the smaller woman's neck, despairing over losing the one possession that let her feel connected to her father. Blake stayed sitting still, patiently waiting for her to finish as she rubbed her bare back in slow circles. Ruby came back, kneeling next to Yang while rubbing her sister's arm, silently offering her support.
Yang did not cry long. Soon, she lifted her head to be eye level with Blake. Their bodies side by side against the garage wall. She finally spoke, her voice cracked and low, "Sorry about that you guys. I just… really need to find my wrist braces." She gave a weak smile to both the women in her presence, finally sitting up against the wall on her own.
Blake kept an arm around Yang's waist. "It's okay Yang. You lost something dear to you. I understand."
Ruby offered Yang the cup of water in her grasp, saying, "We'll find your wrist braces Yang." She showed her sister some articles of clothing she had hanging on her arm. "I brought you some clothes."
Yang wiped at her face, graciously accepting the water Ruby held out to her. "Thank you. Both of you." She gulped down some water before saying in a stronger voice, "I need to keep searching though. I need to go-"
"No."
Yang snapped her head to face Blake. Her previously extinguished fire flaring back to life in an instant. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"Exactly that. You need to take a shower, eat a good meal, and get some sleep."
"There's no time for that!"
"Honey," Blake put her other hand on Yang's unbruised shoulder, placating her. "Ruby and I will continue searching, you need to calm down and rest."
One eye slightly more closed than the other, her strange, perplexed gaze back again, Yang asked, "You'll look for me?"
"Yes, I promise."
Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, the lavender eyed female shifted her gaze from her sister to her girlfriend, indecisive. The young athlete had no idea how she lost her wrist braces, but she was not going to stop till they were found. But… she did feel tired. Her eyes seemed to beg for her to shut them, the feeling of heavy weights attached to her eyelids almost making her fall asleep on the spot. The anxiety coursing through her veins and the unease in the pit of her stomach the only things stopping her. As she slumped against the wall, she started to become aware of the aching feeling spreading throughout her body. Muscles becoming loose as she began to relax. Her shoulder throbbing in pain as the bruise became more prominent.
Once she had realized she could not find her wrist braces, she spent most of last night searching the city gym. She tore the locker rooms and weight rooms apart in her quest, looking for hours. She only stopped when the manager kicked her out for disrupting the other occupants. Afterwards, she had headed home, turning the house upside down in her attempts to locate her wrist braces, but she still did not find anything. Now, here she was. Somewhat battered with nothing to show for it.
Starting to grow impatient from Yang's lack of response, Blake thought of an idea. Reaching up, she started to undo her bow.
Yang watched, still suspicious, as her girlfriend unveiled her cat ears. "What're you doing?" She asked, voice starting to slow in her exhaustion.
"Hold out your wrist."
"What?"
Blake sighed, gently holding up Yang's arm until she held it up herself. When she did, the cat Faunus started to wrap the long piece of cloth that kept her bow together around Yang's right wrist. An inch or two of the cloth hung down from the tied off knot, the rest of the ribbon wrapping criss-cross patterns around the upper half of her forearm.
Yang stared at it, not understanding what she was looking at.
"Keep it. You can have it until we find your braces." Yang looked up in shock.
"But what about your ears?"
Blake gave a toothy grin. "I can live without my bow for a day or two." She placed her hand over Yang's. "Just please, get some sleep."
The taller woman nodded, not sure what to say. When they stood up, Yang mechanically put on the clothes her sister brought her: a loose, short-sleeved shirt and shorts. She was distinctly aware of being led back inside the house and taken upstairs, her eyes trained on the ribbon around her arm the whole way there, hazily thinking that the fabric felt nice against her skin. Then she closed her eyes for just a second as she laid down…
Blake smiled as she watched her girlfriend fall asleep on her bed near instantaneously. The shower and food would have to wait until later.
Now, Blake needed to start the search herself. But… maybe later. Yang seemed content for now, holding her wrapped wrist to her chest with her other hand, clutching the ribbon. As Blake left the room, she decided to call Pyrrha first to inform her that she and Yang would not attend tonight after all. Time to get to work.
Yang kept her eyes closed as she awakened, not wishing to get up. Wherever she was, it felt so soft and warm. Laying there, she decided to stay for as long as possible. The real world could wait. Her mind felt clearer and her body felt strangely loose, nothing disturbing her as she relaxed.
Although, she soon started to feel an ache in her chest. The feeling echoed into the recesses of her heart, crying out to her to fill the void. She identified the feeling as loneliness.
Lonely… I'm lonely. Something's missing. What is it? No wait, not what… who. Who am I missing?
Slowly, she opened her eyelids, registering the black ceiling above her. She sat up and looked around her dark, very messy room, bewildered. In the darkness she made out the numbers on the glowing clock by her bedside. It was past one in the morning.
I was looking for my wrist braces. Yang recalled. She remembered her earlier urgency. But… She looked down to her wrist, the ribbon still wrapped around it. Feeling strangely calm, Yang left her room to head downstairs. A goal in mind.
Blake… Need to find Blake.
From the staircase, she smelled something that caused her stomach to cry out, her appetite making itself known. Whatever it was, Yang wanted to eat it. Entering the kitchen, she was surprised with what she found.
The lights were on, illuminating the scene of a cellophane wrapped plate on the counter. Various candy treats lined up next to it, all Yang's favorites. The plate seemed to hold freshly cooked chicken and mashed potatoes, also one of her favorite meals. But where had those come from? She had not gone shopping recently.
Her gaze drifted to the couch, a gut feeling telling her that something was on it. Peeping over the edge of the backing, Yang smiled softly at what she saw.
Blake was curled up on the cushions, sleeping. Her ears flicking now and then as she dreamed. Whatever she was seeing, it made her mew. Yang's heart melted at the sight.
She also started to feel terrible. The Faunus must have gone food shopping for her, without her bow.
I need to apologize. I have to wake her up. Yang thought, hand outstretched to shake her. She froze when Blake rolled over in her sleep, nuzzling deeper into the sofa as she let loose another mew. Ohmygosh she just mewed in her sleep. Again! Maybe I'll wake her later...
Yang tore her gaze away from the adorable sight she had been admiring, looking back to the food on the counter. It called to her. Without a second thought, she ravenously devoured the food as quietly as she could, not wanting to wake up her love. Yang did not try hard enough.
Facing the couch, Yang froze as she watched a pair of cat ears slowly ascend above the couch backing. Soon followed by black hair and a glowering pair of yellow eyes. Messy, midnight colored bangs fell slightly into the eyes, shadowing them. Yang waved to the awake Faunus sheepishly.
"Good morning Blake."
"Mmph." Blake responded, not awake enough to say anything coherent. She yawned before saying with more volume, "Mornin' Yang. How you feeling?"
Throwing her empty dish into the sink, Yang sauntered over to the couch. Standing behind the furniture, she crossed her arms on the back as she looked down at Blake. "Better." She lifted her wrapped wrist, a soft smile across her lips, before adding, "And thank you. I hope today wasn't too terrible without your bow."
Blake gave a tired smile of her own. She yawned again before saying, "I was fine. The people of Vale are more accepting than I had anticipated when I went shopping. I was also kept busy looking for your wrist braces." She looked down, frowning. "I am so sorry Yang. I could not find them."
The blonde started to scratch at the base of Blake's left cat ear with a forefinger, the Faunus rumbling tiredly in response. "It's okay. Thank you for trying." She paused for a moment in thought. "I think it's time I got rid of those old wrist bands anyway."
"What?!" Blake exclaimed. She took Yang's hand, putting a stop to the petting. "How can you say that? They connected you to your father!"
"Yeah, they did. They gave me a connection that I always cherished, still cherish. But I've been thinking that I should get rid of them for a while now." She laced her fingers with Blake's. "I will always love my dad, but I knew that those wrist braces only served as an anchor to keep me in the past. It was reminder of what once was, and I need to move past that Blake. I should've a long time ago."
"But it was something to remember him by! There is nothing wrong with having something that reminds you of him."
"You're right. I'll be happy when I find them, but until I do, I have this." Yang grinned as she gazed at the ribbon on her wrist. "I'll still have you Blake. You're here now, and that's all I need."
Next thing she knew, Yang was tackled on to her back with a heavy weight on her chest. A weight that was purring. Blake had tackled her to the ground in a hug. Laughing, Yang accepted the embrace. However, the moment did not last long.
"You really need a shower Yang." Blake whispered into her ear, releasing the blonde from her hold.
As Blake got up, Yang incredulously stared at the Faunus from her position on the floor, "You just had to ruin the moment, didn't ya?"
"As sweet as you are," Blake kneeled back down and booped Yang on the nose with her index finger. "you stink. Go take a shower. When you are done, you are welcome to come back down so that we may continue."
Yang pushed herself up from the floor, Blake rising alongside her. "Sheesh, I try to share a moment with you and you push me away! I get it. You don't want me." She made a show of sniffing and wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. She waited to see if Blake would take the bait.
She did. Blake hugged Yang close while holding her breath. "I love you Yang, and I do want you, but really," She released the blonde and started to push her toward the stairs. "go take a shower."
Yang giggled as she was pushed. Turning around, she surprised Blake by stealing a kiss. "Okay!" She ran away before the shorter woman hit her. She shouted behind her, "Love you kitten! See you soon!" It seemed she was feeling much better.
The cat Faunus fumed as she watched the blonde retreat. She could be so infuriating sometimes.
Blake smiled. But she is worth it.
A/N: Optional to read this.
So, this was my attempt at creating a more emotional Yang. All people have their faults, right? I wanted to see if I could create a situation where Yang loses something dear to her and how she would react. She can't always burn hotter than the sun in the middle of July. Plus, I did not want Blake being the only emotional one, Yang is a girl too. And in case there was confusion (spoiler alert) the wrist braces, which tennis players do actually wear, were an allusion to Ember Celica. How do you think Yang would react if she lost them? (Yeah, I'm looking at you, the one in front of the computer screen)