Okay, so finals are next week and I'm going to try and get a chapter out on Tuesday before my brain turns to mosh for the next three days. I was planning on getting this story finished before the summertime, but there is no way that is going to happen. So if updates are irregular than I'll apologize right now. I'll have more news later. Right now enjoy the chapter!

I tucked the envelope away, telling myself that I'll talk to Weiss and Ruby about its contents at the end of the week. Right now I want to focus on my sister, friends, and the big fight tomorrow night.

We decide to order pizza, Weiss is kind enough to pay for it. I'm sure the rest of us secretly cheered or breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Weiss paid for the dough with dough.

We ordered three pies. Pepperoni, cheese, and meat as well as some breadsticks, pizza isn't pizza without breadsticks. Also wings and drinks! Yeah, we pretty much ordered everything. Thank gods for Weiss.

A buffet line was set. Pizza, wings, breadsticks, and drinks. By the time we were done getting our food, a lonely pizza box sat half full of cheese pizza. Weiss seemed to be the only interested in the plain cheese pie while the rest of us munched on something with a little more taste.

"You guys ready for the big fight tomorrow?" Ruby asked.

"Oh, he… heck yeah!" I'm still getting used to watching my language around Weiss.

"I'm pretty sure the fight is going to be the same as last year's one," Ilia says before taking a bite of meaty goodness.

Blake smirks. "I don't know, Yang could lose for once."

"Hah!" Ruby laughs, quickly covering her mouth filled mushy pizza.

I giggle as well, knowing that Blake is full well joking about how I could lose. But each of us know all too well I can't lose, I'm too determined to do so.

"You going to the fight, Weiss?" Blake asks as she got off the couch to throw her paper plate away.

We all turn to the white-haired girl sitting next to me. She's been quietly sitting, nibbling on her pizza.

I know Weiss isn't much into the whole people fighting people thing, so if she decides not to come and watch me fight, I won't get offended by her choice.

Weiss sets her pizza and clears her throat. "No. Thank you for inviting me though."

"Oh, come on, Weiss!" Ruby exclaims. "Come watch Yang fight. It'll be fun!"

Weiss shakes her head, denying the offer again. Ruby opens her mouth to push Weiss into going, but a glare from me snaps her mouth shut.

"So… what are you going to do if you're not going to the fight." It's Ilia's turn to ask a question now. I guess a torch or something is being passed around to see who gets to ask Weiss a question.

Weiss shrugs. "Most likely to catch up on school work because I missed today."

Same typical Weiss. Always staying on top of things.

We talked for at least thirty minutes before Blake and Ilia said they had to leave. I show the two while Weiss and Ruby throw their trash away.

After saying goodbye to Blake and Ilia, Weiss disappears into the library room again, most likely to finish off her reading. Ruby wipes down the counters while I pack up the rest of the pizza.

"Do you think the reason why Weiss doesn't like fights is that it reminds her of her abusive stepfather?" Ruby asks as she diligently cleans the countertops.

I have had the thought cross my mind several times. Of course, I've had other thoughts cross my mind as well. What if she doesn't like me because I'm a tomboy? What if she despises boxing? What if this? What if that? Questions always cross my mind. They keep me in check sometimes.

"Maybe," I thought out loud a. "Maybe she just doesn't want to be around big crowds without me there."

"But Blake, Ilia, Sun, me and all of our friends to be there." Ruby points outs.

I shake my head. "But she doesn't know any of them that well."

"She knows me pretty well."

"We still should respect her decision, Ruby. Even if we don't know the exact reason why Weiss doesn't want to come." I speak out, more declaring than I should have, quieting Ruby.

I know Ruby has good intentions for Weiss and she's only trying to help the poor girl, but Weiss is, well, Weiss. Anything could set her off and that's the one thing that concerns me the most. Without me being there to calm Weiss down, things could become a serious problem. Although I don't want Weiss to think she can only rely on me nor do I want her to think no one else is capable of handling a situation like that.

"Can you clean everything, Rubes, I'm gonna go check up on Weiss before going to bed."

Ruby hums. "M'hmm."

I leave the opened area by traveling down the dimly lit hallway. The library room has little light coming from it's opened door. Weiss must have a lamp on instead of the room light.

I walk, seeing Weiss in the same spot as she was in when I came home earlier, still reading her book. It puts a smile on my face knowing that she's enjoying the book I got her. Waltzing up and taking a seat next to the small girl. iI's a tight fit for us but we make it work, Weiss lays her head against my shoulder. "Do you mind if I don't come to the match tomorrow?"

I would love her to come see my big fight, don't get me wrong. But she doesn't want to come see two people beat the ever living hell out of each other so I'm not going to force her to come see something she doesn't want to see.

"No. But it does come on t.v. if you want to watch the fight from there." It's a suggestion that I hope will make her feel less guilty for not showing up to the fight.

Weiss hums showing she acknowledged what I said. I kiss her head before telling her that I would be turning in the towel early. She tells me she'll join me in a bit.

I've found out that a bit can vary for the little snow pea. Sometimes I think Weiss isn't the best with timing, but she does her best to stay on top of things.

After taking a nice warm shower to get all the grime and sweat off, I change into some fresh clothes and hop in bed. It's impossible for me to get used to these sheets and blankets. The whole bed is like a giant cotton ball filled with the softness things in the world. This is going to come in handy after tomorrow nights.

I scoop up two or three pillows, making a little fluffy fort around me and fall asleep within minutes.

The next day goes by in the blink of an eye. The day goes by so quick that I don't remember a single thing about it except that I arrived in the locker room in a flash and am all dressed and ready for the fight. I'm so pumped that I forgot how much time is left in the day until tonight. It's a rush.

A real big rush.

Like live lightning inside my veins! Or drinking seven of your favorite drinks in one sitting (don't do that. It could kill you)! Or riding the world's fastest rollercoaster four times nonstop!

Gods, this fight always got me pumped.

A knock on the locker room grabs my attention.

That odd, I thought. Who would be knocking on the locker room door?

"Yang?"

The shy voice puts a smile on my smile. "You can come in, Weiss!" I call to her.

The door slowly squeaks open and closes quickly. Weiss timidly peaks around the corner to make sure no one else is here besides me. When the coast is clear she comes around the corner, sheepishly smiling as she walks up to me.

Weiss looks out of place when she surrounded by athletic stuff. She looks so small and cute and awkward. It just makes me want to squeeze her to death with one of my strong hugs.

"H… hello." Weiss waves awkwardly, a light blush coming up on her face.

She must be embarrassed by the way I am dressed. With my customized black and yellow boxing shorts with a golden Chinese golden dragon wrapping around the left leg, Xiao-Long printed on the right leg and a yellow sports bra to match, that squeezes my boobs so much that I could suffocate, my outfit doesn't cover much.

"You… you look…" Weiss clears her throat, trying not to die of embarrassment. "Good."

I smile softly, taking a step forward. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Weiss chose to wear a beautiful sundress with yellow flowers and a yellow sweater to match. The color looks nice on the lovely little lady.

Weiss tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks… but I don't-"

I put a finger to her lips, cutting her off. "We talked about this, Weiss. Bigger isn't always better."

Her lips curl into a confident smile under my finger and pushes my hand away. "Yeah, but… it's not bad all the time."

My smile broadens. "Maybe not for you!"

Weiss laughs an airy laugh. "Maybe."

In the last couple of weeks, I've seen Weiss go from a shy girl who had no experience in dating, into a strong woman who became a little flirty and… somewhat outgoing. She's more willing to do things now than when I first met her.

I spin on my heel and head over to the bench to take a seat, waving Weiss over to join me. She takes a seat next to me, crosses her legs and rests her hands in her lap.

"When will you… throw down?" Weiss seems unsure of her word choice.

I snicker. "Throw down? Out of all the words you chose to use, you chose throw down!"

"I'm sorry. I don't know boxing terms or… or any of that stuff." Weiss huffs.

"I thought you were the girl who knows a bunch of random stuff," I say in a teasing manner.

"Random stuff. Not boxing." She points out.

I roll my eyes, knowing full well that I'm getting on her nerves. It's cute to see her get a little defensive over some things, I never push her too far though.

"When does your boxing match start anyway?" Weiss asks, relaxing.

"At eight. Two and a half hours from now." I reply.

Weiss hums. "Hm… and your not nervous about it?"

I smirk at her question. " I've trained my whole life for this. I'm not nerves but I sure am pumped." I exclaim, pumping a fist in the air.

Weiss giggles at my enthusiasm for the fight. Like a kid on Christmas eve, I'm excited for this night.

Weiss' cold hand rests on my thigh. "I hope you do your best."

My smirk fades into a soft smile, leaning in close to Weiss. "Maybe I can do better than my best if I had a good luck kiss before the match."

"Maybe." She whispers, her lips brushing against mine.

Then our lips lock in a deep kiss. It's a short kiss, but I'm not complaining in any way, shape, or form.

After the kiss, Weiss wishes me luck once again before leaving me on my own. Though I wished for her to stay longer, the girl had other things to do and I had a fight to focus on.

The seconds turn into minutes and the minutes turn into hours. My blood rushes through my veins when I step out of the locker and head to the octagon just down the hall.

The roaring of the crowds is nothing to me. All my focus is on one person, one goal, one thing, and that's beating Arslan Altan and keeping my title. No one else's priorities are in this. It's just me and her.

And I'm ready.

Weiss PoV

I sat at the kitchen table, pencil rapping against the wood as I mumble words out loud, reading the few sentences over and over again. The paper is simple, but I couldn't focus on the questions or the papers simple instructions.

I lean back in the chair, groaning. "I knew I shouldn't have missed class yesterday."

Yang had to be a mom and tell me to stay home. I've dealt with my episode without Yang before and I've gone to school the next day without any problems. Although I understand that she's worried about me. Guess it comes from her being the eldest sibling.

I have distracted myself from my school work once again. The lack of focus is bothersome and annoying me past the point of caring for the assignment now. Something has just been eating at me since last night. When Ruby was urging me to come and see the fight.

Yang said she didn't mind if I don't show up. She understands, right? She even stopped Ruby from pressuring me into going so of course she understands. Ugh! Has this really been eating my brain for the last nineteens?!

I toss the pencil onto the table and abandon my homework to get something to eat. Leftover pizza sounds pleasing right now.

In a few short minutes, I am back with a warm slice cheese pizza and seeing that Yang drank the rest of the root beer last night I have to drink water. I read over the paper several times as I ate the slice of cheesy goodness, but I still couldn't focus on the few questions at hand. Gods, what is wrong with me?!

Has this boxing thing really gotten to me or am I still not feeling good? I thought with a blank stare. Yang did mention that the matches come on tv… I wonder…

I hop up from the table and make my way over to the wide flat screen tv in the living. With the push of a button, the black beast comes to life.

Sadly, Yang didn't tell me what channel the fight would be on, so I do my best to quickly flip through them. None showing any promise though.

I continue to flip through until an announcer says a blondes all too familiar name. I panic when I accidentally going past the channel and flip back to it.

The boxing match had barely started five minutes ago which meant I've only missed one round.

On one side sat Yang, her coach telling her something as she drinks some water. On the other side must be Arslan. She's a brown tanned color, platinum blonde hair and a look of determination on her face. Neither fighter from my point of view had a scratch on them. Both have formed up a small sweat but nothing to serious.

The ref walks into the middle of the octagon, telling both girls to come. The two blondes turn to each other, obliging to the refs call.

"Ready." The two boxers get into a fighting stance.

"Set… fight!" The ref back away from the two boxers, but not too far for him not to keep a close eye on them.

Yang and Arslan make circles around the ring, one waiting for the other. Like lions asserting their dominance to each other.

I hadn't realized how fast my heart raced with excitement when I was simply watching two girls make a circle around each other.

In the snap of a finger, Arslan is already across the ring swinging at Yang who puts her arms to protect her face. I gasped at the amazing speed. Like a lightning strike, I would have never seen it coming.

The attack pushes Yang back but being quick on her feet, the blonde move out of her corner to the other side of the ring. Watching the two fighter lunge and dodge, kick and punch, to block and shuffle around is like watching dance between the two. An intense dance if I might add.

Arslan swings, punching Yang in the gut. The blonde tumbled to the ground and Arslan is on her in milliseconds. All Yang can do is cover her face and wait it out … or so I'd thought.

With Arslan in mid-swing, Yang throws a quick right hook to get the girl off of her. Her fist connects with Arslan's face easily, causing the girl to reel back. Yang throws herself forward, both now rolling around trying to get the upper hand.

Yang has her legs wrapped around Arslan's neck. Arslan is trying desperately to hold the power legs back, keeping them from crushing her windpipe.

The ref blows his whistle, the fighters stop and quickly retreat to their respective sides. The coaches chatting with their fighter, trying to find an upper hand in this fight. Another round past in what felt like seconds.

Gods! How can anyone enjoy this? It's like watching two animals fight for their lives! It's…. It's disgusting. It displeases me to see two strong women being pinned against each other.

So why was I so fixated on the screen? Is it because I wanted to see who came out on top? To see who is stronger, who has more determination? Is it because Yang is in this fight? Or is it another reason that I'm unaware of.

Whatever the reason is, I would have to figure it out later, another round has started.

The two fighters are at it again, this time Arslan doesn't wait to attack, she comes out swinging. Yang did her best to protect herself, few strikes landed on her body. I can already see the bruises forming on her skin in the future when the fight has passed.

Yang is being pushed back into a corner. If she gets cornered there is nothing she can do to get away from Arslan quick assault. She would just have to wait it out.

Yang ducks her head and rams her shoulder into Arslan stomach, driving her back. Arslan takes a couple swings, trying to hit Yang in the face to get her to let go. Yang slams the girl into the chain linked fence and drives her fist repeatedly into Arslan's person.

Arslan's Coach is screaming his lungs out, trying to give the poor girl his best advice. The platinum blonde has an idea of her own though, swinging her fist as hard as possible. The lucky shot connects with Yang's cheek, knocking the girl to the floor.

Yang doesn't move for a few seconds.

The announcer, the audience, the entire room grows silent in seconds. This may have been Yang Xiao-Long's first time getting knocked out. Due to how quiet the room, I'd say it is.

The people who traveled from Haven to Beacon explode in an uproar of cheers and whistles as the ref begins to count to ten. Beacon's side is still filled with shock and bafflement. They don't know how to react to such an action.

Get up, Yang.

The crowds begin to count with the ref, happily knowing that Arslan had finally beat Yang to the punch… no pun intended.

Yang's arm barely twitches, showing a little chance of her getting back in this fight. It's a sliver of hope, they only hope that I'm clinging to right now.

"Get up, Yang," I whisper.

It's coming down the wire. My heart is racing too fast for a normal person. Yang is conscious, everyone can see her arms moving now. She's not moving fast enough. My heart nearly explodes out of my chest!

"Get up, Yang!" I scream.

As if she heard my plea, Yang staggers to her feet, blood dripping from her busted lip.

I jump, throwing a fist in the air when seeing Yang back up and in the fight. Beacon's crowd roars like lions seeing the strong blonde back on her feet.

There is this look in her eyes, a dangerous look. Behind those eyes sat a dangerous fire, ready to burn anyone who got close.

Yang wipes the blood away with a thumb and gets into a fighting stance. Beacon's fans roar with excitement, seeing the champ back in it to win it.

Arslan doesn't seem too pleased with Yang overcoming her serious injury, but she is able to keep a level head about it. They circle around the ring, Yang struggles to stay steady on her feet. Arslan's coach sees it as a weakness and tells her to exploit it. Arslan wastes no time and charges Yang.

With the way Yang is moving now, she'll have no time to get out of the way of Arslan's charge.

She… she's not going to… win. The thought is dreadful but true.

A tiny smirk curls up on Yang's lips, seeing her opposite charge her. My eyes widen, realizing what Yang has done. She set up a trap, a ploy. Fooling the crowd, the coach, and the platinum blonde into thinking she is hurt. Her plan puts a huge smile on my face.

When Arslan comes close enough, Yang spins on her heel, bringing her foot up, and kicking Arlsan in the face. The platinum blonde never saw the attack coming.

The platinum blonde falls to the mat with a thump. Beacon explodes with glee as the ref begins to count. No movement is coming from Arslanwhich means she knocked the girl unconscious.

With a single kick! That was amazing!

The ref starts to count then continues to count until there is no more time and the ref begins to make some weird hand gestures. He must be calling the match and raises Yang's hand to show that she won.

Seconds after calling the match, Arslan comes to and gets on her hands and knees, struggling to her feet.

The kick must have taken a lot out of the poor girl.

Yang notices the platinum blonde struggling to get up and helps her by throwing one of Arslan's arms over her shoulder and lifting her up. Arslan says something to make Yang laugh. Yang helps her out of the ring with the support from both coaches help Arslan out.

After the fight, I turn off the t.v., knowing full well that people will want to talk to the two fighters about the match and return to the table.

I left my pizza out for so long that it became too cold to eat.

The clock says nine fifteen, Ruby should be back in a few minutes. That still gives me time to do my school without the distractions.

It doesn't take me as much energy or brain power to finish the paper as it did the last time I faced it. I finish the paper with ease and begin to pick up my mess of papers.

After putting everything back in its original spot, I head back to the master bedroom and get ready for bed. Knowing Yang, she won't be back until later tonight. Even if it is a school night, nothing will stop her from celebrating the hard-fought victory with her friends

I throw some shorts on and a t-shirt, crawl into bed, snuggling up under the covers… alone, and wipe out my phone.

Several texts light up the lock screen, all from different people. I unlock my phone and scroll through all the texts. There are a couple from the sisters and one from Winter. I open Winter's message first.

Hope you are adjusting to the new setting well. Please be safe and do not do anything stupid.

I smile, knowing that Winter means well. I enjoy the new setting and I promise I won't do anything stupid.

I send the message then move to Ruby's texts.

Hope you were watching the match! Yang pulled through with an awesome finish!

I can practically hear the girl's voice in the text. Even when she's not here, Ruby always seems to be cheery.

I saw it! Yang nearly gave me a heart attack when she went down! Glad she won!

Next is the little sun dragon herself. Hey, Princess! Your good luck kiss worked charms tonight! Rubes and I will be home later. Get some sleep! Good night!

"I will," I tell myself before setting the phone aside and I fall asleep.

My eyes slowly blink open when I feel the mattress dip down due to more weight being added. A strong arm cautiously wraps itself around my now exposed stomach. Feeling the fingers glide over my skin causes me to giggle.

The hand immediately retracts and the blonde curses lowly. "Shit… Sorry for waking you, Weiss."

I roll over to face the buxom blonde, a small smile on my face. "It's fine. I can sleep better now that my cuddly dragon is here to keep me warm."

Yang giggles. "I'm glad to know that I keep the little princess warm at night."

She fluffs up the pillow before fully lying down. I wiggle over to her and rest my head on her shoulder, sighing happily. Knowing that Yang and Ruby are back home and safe, puts my nerves to rest.

Yang strokes my hair as my eyelids begin to droop. Just as I am about to fall back asleep, Yang asks me a question. "Did you watch the fight?"

I hum, too tired to give an actual response.

"Did… did you enjoy it?"

Once again, I hum.

"Good, cause next time I would want you to come and watch it in real life," Yang whispers, her words tickling my ear.

I put Yang's word into consideration. I might go to the next fight. It just depends on where the next match is at. I'll to Yang about it in the morning. Right now, we're both pretty tired.

"Let's discuss this in the morning," I say with a yawn. "Right now I just want to fall asleep in your warmth."

Yang giggles softly. "Okay, princess."

The blonde gives me a small peck on the temple before we fall asleep together.

Really enjoyed writing the fight even though I utterly suck at writing. My writing skills are a work in progress. Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! leave some criticism. Like, comment, subscribe and say a prayer for me for finals next week. Enjoy your weekend and I'll see y'all later! BYE!