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Korrupted.
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This is another of those rare non-requested shipping bin fics. I started on it before the first episode of volume four aired last Saturday, and I really wanted to finish it. It follows Weiss visiting Yang post Fall of Beacon while Yang is still in the grips of her deep depression.
"She's back here." Taiyang stated, gesturing to the back garden. "Just... Don't expect too much, okay? She's still… you know."
Weiss nodded quietly as she moved to walk along the grass, her expensive heels sinking into the damp turf slightly. She really had no idea what to expect by coming here, but she had promised Ruby that she would at least try to talk to Yang before meeting up with her later. Her blue eyes noticed a blonde figure sitting on a stump solemnly, pausing to stand awkwardly as she waited for Yang to notice her; it's not like she wasn't still in the gaudy formal dress from that boring party her father had thrown. She certainly wasn't easy to miss.
And yet, Yang didn't even move, nor glance around. She just stared at her own hand on her knee, and the one that was void of the other hand.
Weiss finally cleared her throat, watching as Yang looked up at her in disinterest, blinking at her as if utterly bored of her already. It sent a chill up her spine to see the once passionate and fiery woman in the midst of such a deep depression.
"H-hey, Yang."
"Hey. Weiss." Was the quiet, despondent reply.
Weiss shuffled anxiously, her heels sinking again. "I umm... I came to see you. I wanted... I thought we could talk."
Yang's gaze seemed to look beyond her, as if she wasn't there. "Sure."
Weiss took another few steps closer. "I hope you got my messages. You never responded. I've been worried about you."
"Oh. Yeah, I did. Thanks. Haven't been responding to anyone. Don't take it personal, you know?" Yang shifted to look away from her again.
"I'm going to go and meet up with Ruby. She and what's left of JNPR are going to fix things. I'm going to help." She stated in a gentle voice. "I was hoping that you would come too."
Yang was looking at the sky blankly. "No, thank you. I'm done fighting. I'm just... Done. Good luck with your trip, though, Weiss. It was... Nice to see you." She replied, clearly dismissing Weiss.
Weiss knew from her vast experience with her cold, formal father just what a dismissal sounded like. She stiffened, nodding softly to herself as she turned and looked at the grass. Just when had Yang turned so cold? So frigid? The Yang she knew was full of boundless warmth, compassion, and determination. The Yang she knew was full of bad puns and firm hugs. The Yang she knew broke down barriers, not built up ones that were insurmountable.
The Yang she knew would kill her for not calling her out on this.
Weiss set her jaw and turned around, walking with firm purpose over to the distant, uncaring Yang, and glared down at her. "Get up."
Yang sat motionless, as if she wasn't there.
Weiss growled and inhaled deeply, her fists tightly balled by her sides. "Get up, you damn big oaf!" She could feel hot rage bubbling inside of her. Was this how Yang had felt when confronting Blake? "I said get up and do something!"
Yang turned at looked at her in confusion, taken aback. "What?"
The smaller girl shoved at her back slightly, then tried to haul up the much stronger woman. "Are you deaf now too?! Get! Up! Blake would hate seeing you like this!"
She felt Yang flinch away at the mention of her partner. "Like I care! She hates me anyways!" Yang snarled back.
Weiss grunted in frustration. "Are you fucking dense?! Blake cares about you more than anyone! And she barely cares about people!" She pulled at Yang again. "Get up, now!"
Yang stood suddenly and faced Weiss, bearing down on the smaller huntress angrily. "Really?! She doesn't give a damn about me! You said it yourself; she fled the moment the medics had me!" Tears ran down her cheeks. "She just... Ran! She! Left! Me!"
Weiss tried to form words for a few moments before she could finally push Yang hard backwards, claiming personal space back. "Did you ever ask about when she brought you to us?! She and you had left a trail of blood, and you both... I was scared both of you would die!" Weiss was crying too now. "She kept apologizing to you, you dolt! She just cried, and cried, and apologized! She refused to even get treated! She just grabbed some gauze and ran like she was being hunted! You didn't see how scared she was!"
Yang seemed to deflate very slightly, still full of anger and hurt. "If... If that's true, then why didn't she stay? Huh? Why would she run if she cared so much?!"
Weiss threw her hands into the air in frustration, trying to stop her own tears. "I don't know! Blake is a secretive person; you should know that better than anyone! But who else ever touched Gambol Shroud aside from Blake?"
"What kind of stupid damn question is that?!"
"Yang, answer me!" Weiss shrieked in a shrill voice.
Yang made a disgruntled sound in her throat. "Fuck if I know! Fuck if I care!"
"YOU, Yang!" Weiss shoved at Yang hard, making her stumble back a step, and she pushed her again. "She only would let you touch her weapon! She trusts you! She cares about you, you damn oaf!"
Yang was quiet as Weiss seethed, trying to control the emotions that made her small frame tremble. "You lost so much, I understand that, Yang. I really, truly do. You lost your arm, and your partner, and I'm honestly not sure what was worse." Tear-filled blue locked stubbornly with hurt and rage filled lilac. "But we lost people too. Penny, and Pyrrha. We also lost Blake. She was in our team too, you know. All of us lost things. I lost the one place I could actually be myself at. I was ripped away from the only real friends I ever had." She softened her voice slightly. "You're hurting, I get it. We all are. You're not alone."
Weiss drew up her full, meager height, glowering at Yang as her voice turned firm again. "No one has heard from Blake. Did you know that? We've tried calling, messaging, and have heard nothing. No one has seen her, and no one can reach her. We don't even know if she's still alive."
She turned away, but gave Yang one last look over her shoulder. "I'm going to find and help Ruby, and I'm going to find out what happened to Blake. I hope you come too. I hope you get up and do something. If not for Ruby, if not for me, if not for the world, or even for yourself... Do it for Blake. Because she needs you too."
Weiss stalked away from her teammate, angrily brushing away tears from her cheeks as she made her way back to the front of the house. She was still so damn angry, but now that it was over, Weiss had no idea if she had done the right thing. What if she had made matters worse?
"Weiss!" A male voice called out from the front door.
Weiss turned to see Taiyang hurrying towards her, and she instantly felt panic surging inside of her heart. "M-mr. Xiao Long! I... I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!"
Her words were cut off as he swept her into a bone-crushing hug that Weiss knew all too well from Yang. "Thank you." He told her in a voice thick with emotion. "That was... The most I have seen her say in months. I could almost see my little girl for a moment."
Awkwardly, Weiss pat his back, wheezing from the firm embrace. "It was... Nothing..." She managed. "Can't breathe, though."
Taiyang quickly released her and stood, giving her a grateful, watery smile. "Maybe she'll come back now." He glanced over his shoulder absently. "Maybe I'll get to see my Yang again soon."
"I hope so too." Weiss motioned towards the car waiting for her at the end of his driveway. "I'm going to meet up with Ruby sometime. Would you like me to give her a message?"
"Yeah. Tell her to take care of herself, and don't forget to eat. And that I love her." He smiled at her gently. "Good luck, and safe travels."
Yang was seething as she stomped into the house. Just who in the hell did Weiss think she was? How dare she come in here, yelling and demanding her to listen? How dare she bring up Blake? Just how dare she?
Yang slammed her bedroom door shut, throwing herself onto her bed while fighting tears back stubbornly. She was still hurting, still dreaming those awful dreams about Adam. Still bitter about losing so damn much in the fall of Beacon. Weiss was wrong to come and say what she did; Blake didn't give a damn about her, and she didn't give a damn about Blake.
She was so tired, and so damn angry. Yang rolled onto her side and buried her head under the pillow to block out light. She wanted to rest, to forget everything again. Closing her eyes, Yang tried to do just that, her heart heavy. But her mind was still buzzing furiously, latching onto what Weiss had said.
"Blake cared about you more than anyone!"
Yang knew that she had cared very much for her partner, but Blake was so hard to read at times. The only time she had been totally laid bare with emotions was during the fall of Beacon. The sound of Blake's agonized scream cut through her mind as she flinched, her lost arm aching in a phantom pain. She didn't want to think about that moment of her life; when everything she knew was ripped apart and she was abandoned.
"She just grabbed some gauze and ran like she was being hunted! You didn't see how scared she was!"
Yang rolled over, trying to push away the cascade of memories. It hurt her to recall how full of pain and fear Blake's expression had been, and the sight of a sword pinning her to the floor. It had hurt her in ways that she had never dreamed of, as if the blade was piercing her too. Blake had been reaching out to her for help. Blake, who always kept to herself, had reached out for her.
"We don't even know if she's still alive."
Yang turned again, trying to block out the memory of Blake bleeding, and how her own vision was filled with the color red at the wound. How she had been filled with fury when Blake had whimpered at the sword being removed.
But none of that mattered. Blake had left her, abandoned her. Just like her own mother. She had lost her arm and nearly for life for someone who couldn't care less.
"Yang, please, please don't die... Hang on for me, please, I need you to hang on."
Yang sat up frowning. She hadn't recalled that being said, but it had been amid faltering footsteps and labored breathing. Could it be something Blake said? It sounded like her. She had sounded so scared, so in pain.
"Please, I need you to hang on. I need you, Yang... I'm so sorry..."
Blake had been crying, she could almost feel the guilt in the memory. It made Yang's stomach churn at how weak she had felt when she had come to in the hospital, and how quickly the pain had made her pass out. They had told her that the tourniquet had saved her life by preventing her from bleeding to death.
But she also remembered how she had looked around for Blake's face, only to see her father and Weiss. She had needed to see that Blake was okay, but instead discovered that she was gone. Yang flopped onto the bed angrily as she recalled telling Weiss to leave instead of letting her finish. Of course she was bitter; she had cared so much about her partner, only to be left when she needed Blake most. Why? Why had she run if Weiss said that she cared about her?
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
Yang felt as if her body was on concrete as she heard Blake sob. Blake never sobbed. Blake never liked to show emotion.
Making up her mind, Yang forced herself to stand and walk out of her room, finding her father in the kitchen, cooking. "Dad?" She croaked, watching him spin towards her. "I need you to... Help me learn to fight. I need to learn to fight differently now."
Taiyang walked over and embraced her tightly. "Of course, sweetie. I'd love to."
Yang awkwardly returned the hug, her mind still moving. She would learn to fight again, and she would join up with Weiss and Ruby. She would help them, and find Blake. She would get answers for why she left.
"I need you, Yang."
Yang needed to find her, and find out why the one she needed most, loved most, had run from her.