Blake and Yang arrived home with a few assorted groceries, something that was oh-so-telling of their relationship with each other. Spontaneous, yet practical. That is how one would best describe the quirky duo. Blake was a bit on the moody side at times, and often needed a lot of support to thrive. Not depressed, or otherwise held back, Blake was simply an introvert, and it took a month of Yang convincing her to be more open just to get the girl to crack a few jokes in private, let alone a group conversation. Yang was quite the opposite, a burst of energy compared to Blake's coldness. Yang would often push aside bleakness with comedy and was class clown at Signal, for good reason. She often makes the first joke, and Blake slowly learned to adapt, making comebacks for all types of situations, her cleverness finally able to shine through her off-putting exterior and love of the colorless monochrome. The two, in fact, were almost always all smiles around each other, and rarely had arguments, other than the typical joke that usually arose from calling each other sultry adjectives in otherwise polite company.
And they probably would have spontaneously began another moment of theirs when they arrived home, had Blake not noticed a downtrodden Weiss hanging her legs off her bunk, and an empty bottom bunk with a pair of folded pajamas decorated with strawberries.
"Woah, where's my sis? She didn't mention a date today." Yang scanned the back room noticing the small wet spot on the floor by the couch, eliciting a wise crack about how 'Weiss should just borrow Blakey's litter box next time,' earning the blonde a well-placed slap from her partner. Blake wouldn't be fooled, and confronted Weiss about it.
"That better be yours because you were lonely, or your bed will be a solid shade of red by the end of the night. Weiss swallowed, beginning to quiver her lips, while Yang stood in confusion at the whole thing.
"Blake, it wasn't exactly like tha-" Weiss began to explain, only to be cut off. Blake began to get annoyed, and pulled Weiss off her bed, the girl barely landing without hitting her head on the way down. Yang stepped forward, astonished at the scene unfolding before her, which Blake responded to by holding her arm out to signal they Yang stay back. Weiss steadied her feet as Blake grabbed the heiress' long hair, and put her face close to the other's.
"Did she say yes?" Blake was all business, talking in a whisper with pure rage in her eyes, and dry anger on her tongue. Another would be tearing up at the emotion on display, but to Blake, Weiss just made her all-time shit-list.
Weiss shook her head. "It was implied, howe-" But she wouldn't be able to finish it. Blake threw the girl onto the bed, who ended up hitting her head on the wall behind her, which caused the girl to grab the spot in pain. Yang pulled Blake's arms back, but Blake still had many more words to say.
"Let me tell you a little something about what you just did. She didn't want it. You forced yourself onto her, and probably convinced her that she wanted it, or started it or something. That's abusive. I know what it's like to be in an abusive relationship. To be told by the one I thought I loved how much he loved me. And then, to proceed to just use me. Call me 'his love.' To claim to be making a better future with me. But that was all bullshit. Pure, unadulterated bullshit. He wanted me for what I was, not who I was. A sexual plaything he could manipulate any way he wanted because he deemed me easy. And you, a Schnee, DARE try to do the same thing. Regardless of what your family has done to my people, I had faith in you. You disgust me."
Yang had a sudden realization, and let go of Blame, staring blankly at the girl on the bed, then, her faced turned to anger. "Blake," she asked with a raucous tone. "Did she…?"
"She raped your sister." Blake responded solemnly, more sad than anything.
Yang never threw a faster punch in her life.
In the course of a few nanoseconds, Weiss detected the raising of Yang's arm, and raised a sigil in defense, while Blake simultaneously turned and raised a hand in front of the berserker's punching arm. Yang's fist connected with Blake's open hand, but the force was too great, and Blake got behind it to accept the blow, causing the punch to connect with her hand and into her shoulder, which in turn connected with the side of the sigil behind her. In just a second, Blake was gasping in pain, almost certain her shoulder should be shattered right now. Weiss looked in horror at the scene unfold, while Yang looked as pissed as she did that one time Cardin called her a whore.
"Gah….I'm so glad I'm used to this." Blake gasped as she tried to move her shoulder. No permanent damage, surely, but that pain was going to last. The two calmed down as they looked at Weiss, who was even paler than usual, and looked like she'd seen a ghost. She was going to have the hardest time explaining her urges to them, and by the looks of it, she was by no means in the clear.