Okay, I have 2 main things I want to say today.
First of all… TWO PEOPLE ACTUALLY GUESSED CORRECTLY! 0_0 THAT IS SO AWESOME! And those people are…
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People I will not mention now because that will spoil the whole thing *insert smiling devil emoji*
And secondly, I've been getting reviews from a person (who I won't mention in case s/he isn't comfortable with it) who's been giving me critics about my work. Like… detailed critics.
… I want to thank he/r for it. If s/he is reading this, then, first of all hi, nice to meet you, I really do appreciate your reviews, after reading them, I began realised some mistakes I've made in my earlier parts of the story. But, umm, dude… no offense…
You need to take a chill pill.
You do realise that I'm not at all an experienced writer, nor do I intend to create this perfect story where everything connects with each other to create one big story, nor is English even my first language.
What I'm writing isn't this complicated, deep, fleshed-out perfect story. What I'm making here is a fanfiction. A fanfiction of RWBY, a show that is also not quite perfect. I know I've made mistakes (I'd be ignorant not to), and honestly, I'm too lazy to try and fix some of them.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to juggle between school, writing about bands, and actually being in a freaking band?!
Believe me, I'm trying to be better here, but I don't want to make a perfect story. I just want to make a story that's fun for me to write and fun for you (my readers) to read.
You're reading this for free. I know I have P*treon but that's just for people who want to read more and for me to make some money so I can buy things for myself.
I write to create an enjoyable story, but I also do writing as a stress relief because I do have a life and it's not all sunshine and rainbows. Not even close.
If you feel like the characters are too unrealistic. Well, that's because I don't want them to be realistic. I want my characters to bring a smile to everyone's faces. Don't expect them to be fleshed-out or 3-dimensional or something. Because that is hard to write, and I'm not experienced enough to write that well.
I'm not aiming for "perfection". I'm not even aiming for a story that's "great".
I just… want to make something that I enjoy writing and my readers all enjoy reading, because I know some of you have shitty lives too.
That's it.
I'm not bashing you, nor do I think you're wrong or mean to point out my mistakes. Quite the opposite, actually. You've brought out some good points which I will try to avoid in the later chapters.
Thanks, dude, but you need to slow down. Also, you've written like… 10 paragraphs worth of reviews, and that is just… W O W. Maybe YOU should try writing, like, that is INCREDIBLE. If only I was more like you ;-; Really, dude, I appreciate your reviews. They're a ton of help. Sometimes I get too lost in my own writing to notice some of the mistakes.
If you expect a perfect story, then this definitely isn't for you :) Sorry if this offends you, but I just need you to know since you haven't answered my PM. Cheers, dude. I hope you have a good life.
… Okay, with that out of the way, everyone, please enjoy this fluffiness! :3
"You know," said a beautiful noirette, "even after a day since it happened, I still can't believe it happened."
Yang blinked and unconsciously slowed down her pace of walking.
"... Care to elaborate, Blakey?" asked the blonde, who smiled when the use of that nickname caused Blake to blush. Blushing Blake is a cute Blake... not that there's a time where Blake ISN'T cute.
"Well... " Amber eyes were filled with mirth that always gave Yang a breeze of excitement. "Your 'plan' isn't exactly a plan-"
"Hey!"
Blake gave her a cheshire grin as she shrugged. "Not sorry. It's true." Yang pouted. Blake's grin turned into a full smile. "Anyway, people have been talking about it. They even called it the White Rose show."
A yellow eyebrow rose. "White Rose show?"
"Yes," Blake nodded, "since Weiss is white, and Ruby is... well, her name is Ruby Rose."
Yang hummed. "Acknowledged," she said, realizing how obvious it was, wondering how the hell couldn't she figure it out sooner.
No words were exchanged after her small comment - not after a long while.
Yang took the time to focus on her other senses, such as the sense of 'seeing'.
Her vision told her they were still far away from their destination. It would take around ten minutes or so for them to get there.
Usually, that would be a problem. But as long as Blake was here with her, she couldn't bring herself to complain about anything. Not even the silence - which she usually would find boring.
Nothing could ever ruin this for her. Nothing at all.
Her pair of purple eyes found her girlfriend, looking down. It was obvious - by how her brows furrowed and how her eyes seemed to dart everywhere but up - that Blake was deep in thought.
Without hesitation, Yang reached out and grab her hand, giving it a little squeeze.
She marveled at how easy it was to do so. Many months ago, she would never dare herself to do this. But now, it was almost second nature.
Blake's ears flickered towards her as their skin made contact with one another. When gold eyes looked at a pair of lilac, the noirette flashed Yang a smile unlike any other - one that tugged her heart.
And it wasn't because of how beautiful that smile was (even when, Yang noted with a very large conviction, that it was, indeed, beautiful). It was because of how honest it was.
It was because it truly showed how Blake enjoyed being with her.
"What's bugging you?" What words she'd preferred to use were 'What's bugging that beautiful head of yours?' although she'd refrained herself. True, they were officially a couple, even when it hadn't been made public information, but she wasn't sure they were that close... yet.
"Everyone thinks Weiss and Ruby are a couple."
It took Yang a couple of seconds before she realized that was all Blake wanted to say. Curious to hear more of her thoughts - but also because the blonde generally loved to hear the noirette speak anything at all - she asked a simple "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Are they a couple?" she elaborated.
"I... I don't think so," said the girl, truly lost. She then offered towards the taller girl with a half-shrug and a sheepish smile, "Maybe?"
Yang snickered. "I'm willing to bet whether or not they are a thing, Ruby still doesn't get the hint."
A black eyebrow rose. "What makes you say that?" asked the puzzled girl.
"Because she's dense as fu-" Yang was slapped by none other than her own girlfriend before she could finish that word. "Frick. She's dense as frick," she amended, hoping her smile conveyed how sorry she was. Yaiks, we've been what, dating for less than a month and it's domestic abuse already. Yang chuckled at that thought. "She's as dense as a child - denser, even... probably," she added.
After two beats of silence passed, Blake countered in a murmur while her ears flattened, "Or maybe Weiss is at fault here."
Amethyst eyes blinked. She'd never really thought of it before.
"What makes you say that?" From their not-so-calm conversation all those nights ago, Weiss Schnee was a smart young girl. She may be a little... 'prickly', but that didn't mean she would ever hurt Ruby. The girl certainly cared about her sister, so Yang found it a little hard to comprehend that Weiss was the one who caused a bump in their cute relationship.
"She's... she's not really good when it comes to social situations-"
"Heh," laughed Yang, "I can see that." A very protective, and very scary glare was directed towards her, causing her to cringe and regret her jab instantly. "Sorry."
Blake's frown softened, but even when it was no longer steered towards Yang, it didn't vanish.
The blonde didn't point out the fact that her pace had slowed down immensely. It was a wise choice, in her opinion.
"She doesn't exactly have what you would call a normal childhood... or a happy one for that matter. She's... slowly learning, she's doing so much better now than she was when we first met."
"And... how did that go?" she pensively asked, not sure if it was the right choice for her to be speaking at all. Curiosity beat cautiousness, she supposed, even if it killed the Blake. Heh, puns.
"Perhaps one day I'll tell you," said Blake with a telling smirk.
Yang did her act by pouting far too childishly to be actually true. Seconds later, they erupted into laughter.
After it had stopped - and it didn't stop for a while - she released a deep breath. "I don't think it's anyone's fault, really. I mean, you did see them back there, right?" She cringed. "The way they keep looking at each other, thinking none of us are gonna notice."
It had been a somewhat awkward experience, at least, for Yang personally.
She had seen the way her baby sister look at the singer with a mixed expression of wanting desperately to talk to her, knowing this wasn't the time to talk, and wishing things could just get back to normal, and possibly a dozen more feelings Yang hadn't bothered to look into.
"Yes, Weiss has been acting strange ever since this morning." It appeared she wasn't the only one who noticed the oddness emanating from these two. Though, to be fair, it wasn't exactly hidden very well, if the two weird lovebirds had even attempted to hide it at all.
Yang furrowed her brows as she voiced one specifically odd thing that had begun to happen two days ago, and was still happening in the current time. "And Ruby keeps touching her cheeks for some reason, I don't know why, but I think it's got something to do with their... err..." She cringed. "Love problem..." It was more of a question than an actual statement.
Yang wasn't precisely sure if the two girls were an actual couple or not. She doubted anyone knew, really, even - no, especially - Weiss and Ruby themselves.
Teenagers were complicated.
YOU'RE a teenager! the annoying part of her brain argued.
Shut up! yelled the now annoyed part of her brain yelled.
"Yang." The mentioned blonde forced her attention back towards her girlfriend, who now adorned a look of quiet shock. "Weiss keeps touching her mouth..."
A second passed in which Yang processed her words.
Then two seconds passed in which she pieced together the meaning behind those words, her eyebrows gently raising.
Then another second passed...
And another...
And-
"Holy shit!"
This time, Blake didn't seem to care with her vulgar language. Instead, she took a deep breath and whispered just loud enough for Yang and Yang alone to hear, "Oh... Boy."
Yang herself took a much needed deep breath, digesting this very vital information.
And, after three seconds, she exclaimed, "Wow! Your Weiss just stole my baby sister's first kiss!"
It was blunt. It was the truth.
Blake's ears were half-way flattened as she asked, "Does it count when she kissed her cheek, though?"
Her question made Yang blink. She then hummed and offered a "Maybe?" But Blake's deadpanned look encouraged her to say more. "Depends, really," was all she could say. "If it's a peck on the cheek from a family member, then it's not your first kiss. But if it's not, then..."
Internally, Yang repeated what she had said earlier. Holy shit.
Blake sighed and rubbed her template, her cheeks tinged with pink. After muttering words Yang couldn't hear, she let out another deep breath before asking, "Are we really going to talk about your sister and my friend's first kiss?"
Her frankness caused Yang to let out a row of snickers. She looked to her front then back at her partner, giving her best sly smirk. "As much as I wanna embarrass them, I didn't bring you here to talk about my baby sister and yours," she raised one hand, "even if there will be a lot of that, no doubt."
Blake looked ahead for but a moment.
"I'm starting to wonder if this is the only restaurant you know," she said, voice monotone, eyebrow raised.
Her smirk morphed into a genuine, if not excited, smile.
"There's a little surprise I've been meaning to tell you, like, since you came here." It wasn't a little surprise, not in the slightest.
Yang guessed that with the way Blake's amused expression turned into one of curiosity that she must've given some indication that she was belittling her news.
Yang opened the entrance door for Blake, and, like the gentleman (or is it gentlewoman? Is there such a thing as a gentlewoman? What about gentlepeople?) that she was, she gestured - fabulously, she might add - for Blake to come in.
Blake did just that. After rolling her eyes, that was. And chuckling. She also flicked Yang's forehead playfully after she went in.
Eh, still a win.
"Yang, what-"
"Blake!?" a voice Yang didn't recognize shouted. She and the mentioned girl whipped their heads to find who had uttered the beautiful name that fitted the beautiful girl. Immediately, lilac eyes widened at the familiar face of the brunette... and the even more familiar pair of rabbit ears on top.
"You're..."
The girl wore clothes Yang thought were too casual for being in a restaurant - a pair of long-sleeved maroon shirt and black leggings. Her caramel-colored hair was braided and rested on her right shoulder. She looked like a completely different woman than the stuttering and squealing cinema-worker they'd briefly encountered Dust-knows-when.
She approached them, her steps showing hesitation, but her gaze showing familiarity. "Blake," she said, pointing towards her girlfriend. Then, the girl pointed towards Yang and, surprisingly, said, "And you... I remember you too. You two are really here?"
Yang cast a brief glance towards Blake, who had, up until now, only managed a small smile. Knowing the musician must be a little surprised by the sudden chance encounter, Yang greeted, "Oh! Hey, you're the girl from the cinema, right? Sorry, but I totally forgot your name!"
That last part was spoken with what she prayed was a genuine apologetic look.
The girl waved both of her hands and chuckled, her voice small. "No, no," she said, briefly shaking her head. "I've never told you." She gave Yang a smile that spoke kindness. "I'm Velvet."
The blonde realized the girl's- Velvet's hand was outstretched, and, with no delay, she shook it with a grin. "Yang. Yang Xiao Long."
Velvet turned towards Blake, who was the first to outstretched her hand with a small but equally kind smile. "Hello again, Velvet."
The bunny faunus failed so miserably at silencing her squeal. Yang hid a chuckle, finding her reaction amusing and relatable.
Yes, hearing Blake Belladonna speak your name does that to you, Velvet. It did that to me when we first met.
The obviously-fangirling faunus shook Blake's hand a little too... animatedly. The musician tried to hide it, but in Yang's eyes, it was obvious she wasn't a hundred percent comfortable for her hand being shaken like noodles.
Velvet then coughed and looked away, failing miserably - again - in hiding her blush. "W-what brings you two here?"
Blake smiled warmly at the girl, even if she herself couldn't see it. It warmed Yang's heart to know that she wasn't the least bothered by the girl's reaction - she most likely was used to her fans not being able to fully control themselves. Perhaps Blake herself understood their reaction.
Then, amber eyes flickered to look at lilac.
"I don't know." There was an obvious hint of coy in her tone. "Yang, why don't you tell us why we're here, exactly?"
Yang opened her mouth-
"Probably to tell you about her new job."
It wasn't Velvet's now-recognizable voice which had spoken those important words - the blunt words that had unraveled what she had hidden for two weeks now.
When Yang turned her head in the direction of who had interrupted her, her eyes widened.
Yang knew who she was. And it appeared that, in spite of she and the person never meeting before until now, she knew who Yang was as well.
"Coco?"
And there it was; her name.
Coco Adel.
The owner of the Adel restaurant herself. I mean, duh, it's in the name.
The well-known freelance designer.
The woman currently leaning on the doorframe which led to what Yang was sure was the kitchen based on the noises.
The woman which clearly knew how to dress good - not that Yang doubted otherwise.
The chocolate-brown jacket she wore screamed fashion, its texture that already looked smooth - and also expensive, and black-inked stripes on the sides. Underneath it was a lighter shade of the same type of brown plain shirt. The girl also wore a really dark brown shade of glasses, although Yang didn't understand as to why - they were indoors. To complete her look was a dark shade of brown jeans and white and light-brown boots.
Damn. It was no wonder people knew her and admired her work.
Everyone in the room even stopped their business to turn and look at her. Well, there weren't that many people to begin with, and not only was there Coco - a very popular woman, but there was also Blake - also a very popular woman... But still.
"Coco? As in Coco Adel?" Even Blake knew who she was!
"Yep," confirmed the fashionista, popping the 'p', "that's me."
It only occurred to Yang now that Velvet had been the one who had spoken her name. And she knew that not just anyone could address someone as wealthy as Coco freaking Adel on a first name basis, which meant... "Wait, you two know each other."
"Of course," answered the nonchalant designer, waving one of her hand as the other snaked around Velvet's shoulder. "She's my ex-girlfriend."
"Coco!" shouted the girl with blazing cheeks as she tried to push away from the darker-haired brunette. Her attempts were either half-hearted, or Coco was stronger than she looked because Velvet stayed wrapped up in the girl's arms.
"What?" Coco laughed jokingly, the eyes beneath the dark shade never leaving Velvet. "It's true!"
Velvet looked at them with a mixture of horror and embarrassment. Mostly embarrassment.
"We're engaged."
Oh.
Well, that certainly wasn't what Yang was expecting. And, judging by Blake's look, it neither was what she was expecting.
"And you two...?" Coco asked, lowering her glasses to reveal her questioning glance.
"Heh," chuckled Yang, looking at Blake with a grin she couldn't dream of containing. Blake's eyes widened. "I'm her-"
"Yang," warned the noirette.
Yang paused as her direction went back onto the future-wedded couple.
"I'm her girlfriend." She heard Blake sighed in relief. "And girlfriend."
"Dammit, Yang," muttered Blake. Heh. She loved it when Blake cursed.
"I see..." There was a certain tone coming from Coco. It was a tone that suggested she had the same sense of humor as Yang. When she caught the designer's gaze - or at least she thought she did - the blonde made sure to wink good-heartedly.
When Coco grinned, Yang knew she and this girl could hit it off pretty well.
"Coco, Velvet..." Blake sighed, looking at Yang and shaking her head, not unlike a mother to a child that had exclaimed something idiotic - which was an utter rubbish, since nothing Yang said had even come close to being near any level of stupidity. "I apologize on my girlfriend's behalf."
Before Yang could retort with an intelligent, witty comeback, Velvet, with a half-smile, responded, "I as well."
"Not sorry at all!" Coco proudly exclaimed. Velvet slapped her hand, obviously not hard enough for it to actually hurt. The designer pretended like it did, though. "Ouch, my hand!" Her hand clutched her chest. "And also my heart!" A nudge on her shoulder caused her to break from her dramatic flair with a snort. "Okay, okay, Velvs, sorry." She then covered her face away from Velvet and, despite her fiancee having an extra pair of large ears, whispered loudly, "Not really."
"Already whipped, ey?" Yang asked, even if it was phrased more like a statement.
She sensed Blake sending invisible daggers through glares towards her, and literally see Velvet doing the exact same towards her own lover.
Not that she and Coco were affected by those unseen daggers.
Upon hearing her previous comment, the fashionista shrugged uncaringly. "Eh, it's worth it." Yang couldn't agree more.
"Can we- just, stop," begged Velvet, extending her hands in-between the two more extroverted girls.
Yang glanced towards Blake - who was very mad and very red - then towards Velvet, who was the exact same as the previous girl.
It was Coco who decided they should stop the teasing - hopefully, for now - and waved a hand, saying, "Fine, fine. So, Xiao Long, when do you think you can start working?"
"Ah, right-"
"Wait, what work?" interrupted Blake, looking back and forth between the two humans.
"You didn't tell her?" It was Velvet who asked.
"I... wanted it to be a surprise. But yeah, I'll be the new manager here. Well, more like co-manager. It's not really decided yet."
Yang didn't know what Blake's reaction would be.
Would she get mad for not telling her earlier?
Would she be worried Yang wouldn't be able to juggle between her school and work?
Or would she just... not care.
"Yang, that's..." Slowly, but surely, Blake gave Yang a very wide smile, which was rare and moreso, surprising. "That's amazing!" Oh. Looks like she does care.
Now Yang felt like she was stupid for not telling Blake about this sooner.
Of course, Blake would not only care but support her decision. She was Blake.
She was her Blake.
"Yeah," Coco nodded, her easygoing demeanor fading away, replaced by something akin to professionalism. "I can't always take care of this place because of my other job plus my travels. I need someone else to take care of it for the time being. Who can better do it than the star-student of Beacon herself?"
Yang blushed at being called a star-student. Even it if was true, it didn't change the fact that she was fully used to it.
"So..." Blake's eyes narrowed as a smirk found its way to her lips. "You basically own this place?"
The blonde grinned a very sly grin. "Of co-"
"No." Yang deflated. Dammit Coco, you just HAD to ruin the mood, didn't you? she thought as she glowered towards her future employee, who didn't show any care at all. "This is my restaurant, after all. She's simply taking my place for the time being."
Blake frowned. Her ears twitched, her lips bit, and her eyes narrowed. After small beats of silence passed where the atmosphere slowly reverted back to a more lighthearted one, she asked, "But why did you choose Yang? You don't even know her."
Coco and Velvet looked at each other before the latter answered with a kind smile, "You should thank Ozpin for that."
"Professor Ozpin?" parroted Yang.
"Yep," chimed Coco, her hand now wrapping itself onto the girl's waist, gently pulling the girl to merge with her side. "That man's got a lot of connections. Not to mention he never disappoints, far as I can tell. So," she shrugged, "why not trust him, right?"
Yang blinked at her words. It was true that the Professor was always efficient and wise - also a little odd - when it came to what kind of students he allowed on his campus.
But the man didn't just get the respect people showed him; he earned it.
There suddenly was music - a piano playing a gentle tune. Seconds later she found that it was a ringtone - Coco's ringtone.
The designer picked it up from her pocket and she afterward gritted her teeth. "Ah, shi-"
"Language, Coco," chastised her fiancee.
A deep breath. "Shoot. I forgot I was supposed to meet up with these business-dudes an hour ago." Oh... Ah shit, indeed. "Looks like I gotta go," said the designer with a look that said she would rather do anything than what she was supposed to do. She then pulled a white card out of her pocket and gave it to Yang with a smile that screamed confidence. "Keep in touch, yeah?"
Yang gave a confident smile of her own as she took it. "Sure will."
"C'mon, Velvs!" the designer said, dragging the now confused faunus.
"W-wha- me?! Coco! Why do I have to go as well?!" protested the faunus.
Coco didn't even spare her future wife a glance as she shut the front door. Even then, her voice was still somewhat audible even from here.
"If I wanna make this deal, I'll need your cuteness," was the last thing Yang could hear in a dead serious tone before their voice faded away.
Yang looked at Blake.
An angel looked back.
"... I don't know about you, Blakey, but I suddenly want some caramel coffee."
CONGRATULATIONS FOR LITERALLY NOBODY AND HIEROGLYPH PHARAOH FOR THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE GUESSING CORRECTLY! Great going you two, I was super convinced none of you could've guessed it, but, well… I was wrong. Looks like I'm not the greatest writer ever. Sigh.
Anyway, the next chapter's gonna include more fluff, and Bumblebee talking about White Rose. If you want to see some of it, you can visit my P*treon under the same name (Clementine Davidson)
A bit of an update: Life has been tiring. I haven't been able to write 1k words this week, but don't worry, you'll still get your chapters. I've written them beforehand, so I won't pull another hiatus. But yeah, this is for the people I haven't been able to message. I'm sorry. I need to sort out my life. Some stuff came up, and I'll be mostly inactive apart from publishing new chapters.
See you next week~