RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth, of which I am not a part of.
Might not actually make a sequel to this fic due to 'Scars: Part Two' already existing. I haven't read through Donesses' stories yet but I feel like I'd just be repeating it (except with a lighter tone) so I might squish in a few more chapters for after the end of Volume 3 instead. Once again, these plans may change, so who really knows at this point?
Volume 3, Chapter 1, 'Round One'
"Blake! Yang!"
The brunette turned her head towards her name, watching as a large wall of ice broke forth from the ground. Weiss drew her weapon up, sweat building on her head from overexertion of her semblance.
"NOW!"
That was the signal.
Throwing her gun to her partner, ribbon and all, Blake charged forward, blood pumping and ready to deliver the final blow. She glanced over as the blonde shot off rounds for their recoil and raised the connecting line so the heiress could duck under it. Landing atop Ruby's scythe and sent soaring through the air, she was shot forwards even faster by a propulsion glyph, overtaking the fireball and pulling it around her so that the brawler slammed into their regrouping enemies.
With a trio of shocked cries, their opponents were sent flying.
Skidding to a stop, the Faunus girl arched her back and stretched out her arms, satisfied by the ringing in her ears accompanying the loud cheers of the crowd. It didn't hurt; it just got her blood pumping, though they'd already won.
Looking back at her teammates, she stumbled as petals swirled past her, Ruby engulfing her older sister in a bear hug and laughing happily as she was spun. As she resettled herself, a hand came out and took hers, heat breaking out across her face as she recognized a familiar huff.
"Seriously, that girl is a real child. Can't she be more considerate sometimes?"
Smiling wide, the brunette gave Weiss's hand an appreciative squeeze before nudging her in the shoulder. "Well, I guess you'd know, seeing as she's your BFF."
The heiress groaned. "Oh please. Sure, she's a great partner and all but I'd much prefer to hang out with someone less obnoxious and more calm, like yo-"
Whatever she was about to say, it was cut off as the duo was lifted into the air, Yang laughing loudly. "Yeah! We won, guys!"
As she was shook from side to side, a part of Blake felt like she could agree with Weiss, Yang included in that grouping. The only one of her teammates she'd probably ever want to spend a nice, long, relaxing day off with would be…
She let out an uncharacteristic sigh. Of course that's on my mind now. For crying out…
…
…wait, are we still holding hands?
Almost on cue, she snapped her hand out of the grip, though for a second, she thought she felt a similar release of pressure from the snow-haired girl as they turned away from each other.
She squeezed her eyes shut, flushing hard. Oh brothers, why?
"So! Whose gonna go onto the next round, guys?" Their young leader asked.
Blake blinked. "Huh?"
"For the doubles round. Professor Oobleck was just talking about it; who should we pick?" Ruby's grin faded. "Weren't you paying attention, Blake?"
"Oh, uh-"
Her ears shot up before drooping back down, along with her bow, though thankfully all of the cameras had moved onto the team selections for the next match and they were too far for anyone but her teammates to have noticed.
And Weiss certainly did.
"Are you alright? You didn't overdo it, did you?" She inquired, worry clear in her voice. "Maybe we should get you something to eat. Come on."
The dainty hand wrapped around hers once more, the brunette suppressing a squeak of shock as she was pulled off towards the aerial docks, their partners following in tow.
"I bet they haven't gotten together yet because you keep picking on them." The young sister hissed, elbowing the blonde in the gut.
Of course, Yang reeled over from the attack she really should've been expecting before shooting her leader a glare. "Well, that's THEIR problem, isn't it? If they're going to dance around each other like that, how can my prodding be harmful?"
Blake flattened her ears at the whispering, hoping beyond reason that Weiss couldn't hear them.
The trip over was short but packed, forcing the team to squish together on the benched interior of the transport.
"Hey, guys? We should probably figure out who to select for the doubles round. Like, now. I mean, the teachers need our choice by- OOF!"
As the ship made a wide bank, Yang's arm crashed into her side. Rubbing the bruised spot, she narrowed her silver eyes at lilac, the brawler shrugging innocently before sticking out her tongue.
The same motion sent Weiss careening into Blake, landing in the taller girl's lap in shock. She pushed herself out in a rush, too embarrassed to notice how hard she'd pushed against one of the other girl's legs that sent red crawling up the brunette's face.
Clearly her throat, the heiress tried to divert her own mind. "Well, uh, Ruby's right. Though I'd prefer if we all voted rather than having our leader choose for us."
She ignored the betrayed look on her partner's face as she received nods from the other two.
Their leader pouted and crossed her arms over her chest before relenting. "Fine."
"Plus, if we choose right now, they and I can start training tonight."
"Woah, woah, woah. Hang on, Ice Queen. What makes you so sure we'll pick you?" Yang teased.
Her exclamation was met with a raised eyebrow from the heiress and a muffled giggle from the Faunus sitting next to her.
"Let's put it to a vote, then. Okay, here, I've got some notes we can write on." The red-haired girl pulled the pages from one of her pockets.
Weiss used one of her pens to scribble a name on a folded piece of paper before passing it along to the rest of the team. Ruby gathered up all of the votes and started unfolding them.
"Okay, let's see here. The first vote goes to: Weiss!"
Blue eyes shone.
"Second vote goes to Yang!"
The brawler's lips curled into a small smile.
"The third vote goes to Weiss, again! So she'll definitely be going. And the fourth vote goes to… Blake." Ruby's face dropped. "So it's a tie between Blake and- WAIT, NONE OF YOU VOTED FOR ME?!"
Yang looked at her partner in confusion, neglecting the harsh tugging at her shoulder as her little sister whined. "So… how do we break the tie?"
Amber eyes moved down to the ponytail beside her, wrapped in tricolor. "Well, I suppose… the winner should choose who they go with."
Lilac eyes narrowed but the blonde didn't make any attempt to refuse the suggestion.
"Huh? Me?"
The heiress bit her lip. Her mind was running wild.
Her first thoughts were immediately of Blake.
Wait, but that's… wouldn't I… surely, but…
…
"Okay. I choose Yang."
Blake managed to keep her ears from moving this time, masking her disappointment and realization of said disappointment with a trained blank face whilst the sisters exchanged much less subtle looks of confusion.
To be fair, Yang WAS the strongest fighter out of the four. It only made logical sense to choose her to continue on; she would, no doubt, be their best bet at winning the final, especially if they had to end up facing someone like Pyrrha.
Weiss groaned internally.
The other reason was that spending that much time training with Blake was sure to drive her insane.
If I'm fighting alongside her the whole time, I'll just end up constantly losing focus.
That meant she had to get her mind out of the gutter and training alongside the fiery fighter would be the best way to do that. Maybe they'd even work well together.
As long as Xiao Long watches her tongue, of course.
Ruby rubbed the back of her head. "Well, uh, I guess that works then. WE'RE GOOD TO GOOOOOOO!" She shouted before suddenly wrapping her arms around her stomach, face wrinkling up in pain. "Uuugh. Is anyone else starving?"
Blue eyes rolled. "Gee. If only there was some place on campus to get food." She snarked before gesturing to the approaching tents out the airship's window.
"OH WAIT."
Poor Ruby. Don't worry, I'm not tormenting her just because I can…