The shower ran as the steam filled the bathroom; however, nobody was in the cubical as the water ran freely down the drain. Yang stood staring at herself in the mirror, burn marks covered her body, the bruising on her face was a horrible purple as it slowly healed. Yang gripped the side of the washbasin; this wasn't her body; it couldn't be. Her skin was soft, with faded scars in certain places, but nothing that stood out or that would draw people's eyes too.
Yang hated every burn, every bruise, even right down to the smallest scratch. Sure she knew she would get injured that would eventually lead to scars. After all, the blonde wanted to be a Huntress, and that was never going to be hazard-free. If the brawler had gotten injured in the line of duty, she could consider it a badge of honor. But these scars, bruises, and burns were far from that. They were a reminder of how she failed everyone, how she let herself get too far gone. The brawler had hurt the people who loved her the most, and the worst part about this situation was she had to come to terms with knowing that she might not be able to fix this.
The blonde returned to the dorm a week after waking up in hospital; the doctors had instructed her to rest and take it easy. Yang wouldn't be able to participate in class for a few weeks. The dorm had been quiet; it was like everybody was too afraid to say anything in fear that Yang might lose control of herself. She had never felt so out of place, even Ruby had only spoken to her to ask her how she was feeling, but the red-themed teammate could barely look at her sister.
Though Yang couldn't blame her team, the blonde could barely look at herself in the mirror without feeling ashamed. The blonde let out a heavy sigh before deciding to turn the shower off and get dressed to leave the room. She wanted to at least get a few hours in the dorm by herself before the team returned, and the uncomfortable silence returned along with them.
Yang opened the door to the bathroom, her head down, lost in her thoughts until someone cleared their throat, startling her. The brawler's headshot towards the bottom bunk across from Blake's. Sitting there was the ice queen herself, Weiss.
"Oh, hey, Weiss." Yang's eyes darted to the floor, trying to avoid the piercing stare of the heiress. "I thought you would be in class." The blonde asked her, unsure if she had the schedule right.
"Yes, well, I should be." Yang raised her eyes back to meet the heiress's, who hadn't dropped her gaze from the blond.
"Yes, well, I should be." Yang raised her eyes back to meet the heiresses, who didn't drop her gaze from the blond.
"Finally, coming to terms that professor Port isn't that interesting?" Yang half-joked, trying to get a bit more of a comfortable flow of the conversation.
"I'll have you know; Professor Port does give some good advice if you listened to his stories, you would realize that." Weiss fired back, defending her teacher.
"So, why are you here instead of in class?" Yang asked with genuine curiosity.
"Because I think there is a more pressing matter to deal with." Weiss tore her eyes away from the blonde, choosing to look out the window.
"What about?" Yang's voice was low. The blonde was unsure if she wanted to know what Weiss had to say.
"Don't play dumb, Yang." Weiss turned her eyes to the taller girl. "We've all been avoiding this conversation, waiting for you to bring it up on your own. But I don't see that happening anytime soon, so I thought..."
You thought you would do it for me." Yang cut in.
"In a manner of speaking, yes. You know yourself. It hasn't been the same, and the longer we continue to ignore it, the worse it's going to get. And I'm not willing to sit by and watch this team decline for something that can get dealt with by just talking to one another." Yang couldn't help but shake her head.
"it's not that easy, Weiss." Yang took a seat on Blake's bed.
"I know this isn't that easy." Weiss couldn't help snap. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to get the courage to even approach you by myself? Yang, I'm not going to lie, what happened at the docks, that night it scared me." Weiss brushed her hand through her hair. Yang had picked up this nervous tick a while back.
"Weiss, I'm so sorry." The blonde looked down at her feet. The brawler knew that her team was cautious of her, but hearing it out loud, confirming her suspicions somehow hurt more. "I tried to stop myself. I didn't mean to hurt you or anyone else." Yang covered her face with her hands, shame bubbling back up.
"I know you didn't." Weiss let the silence fill the room for a few minutes as she gathered her thoughts. "But I feel like since this has happened, we need to clear somethings up. Starting with being honest with each other." Weiss now had her hands clasped in her lap, looking intensely at them.
"I don't mean to be rude. But you were told why I couldn't be open about it." Weiss shook her head at Yang.
"I don't mean that." The heiress let out a forced laugh. "In fact, if I were you, I wouldn't have told me either. Especially when we first started as a team, I probably would have contact father and spilled your secret." Yang's head shot up to look at the heiress, surprised by her honesty.
"After what I did? I wouldn't blame you if you still felt the same." Yang couldn't hide the bitterness in her voice. "After all, I am dangerous." Weiss couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Yang, that's not the real you. However, I think some of the stuff that you said were things you were bottling up." Yang went to speak, but Weiss continued. "We haven't always seen eye to eye. Our personalities clashed the moment we met."
"To be fair, Weiss, I think you clashed with everyone, the moment we all met." Yang couldn't help but get the jab in,
"True, but we never really discussed why. I know your reason was the way I treated your sister." The heiress stood to her feet, walking towards the desk to lean on it slightly, folding her arms. "For me, I just hated how arrogant you came across. You found it so easy to talk to people, and you could make friends without an issue. In mind, you were only here for the hero-worshipping that came with being a huntress."
"Nice to know what you think of me. At least you're not pulling your punches." Yang leaned back on her hands, waiting for Weiss to continue.
"Well, I think I'm allowed after this week, considering you almost put me through the ground." Yang couldn't help but cringe at Weiss's attempt at a joke. "Look, what I'm trying to say is after I started to get to know you, I realized how much of an act you put on. Even though you can be a hot head at times, you've proven time and time again that you would do anything for your friends and us." Weiss looked down at her feet. "I just thought that maybe your thoughts on me would have changed as well."
"Weiss, what I said to you a few days ago," Yang licked her lower lip. She knew it was pointless to lie to the white themed teammate. "Look, Weiss, you and me, we aren't close, and if I'm honest, I think that's my fault." Weiss eyed the girl curiously. "When I found out we were going to be in the same team, you would be right if you said I wasn't happy about it, I was so scared that you would find out about me and tell everyone. And then when Blake's secret got out, and you acted the way you did..."
"It's not a moment I'm proud of." Weiss cut Yang off, shaking her head at the memory of her and her friend, arguing over the fact that Blake was hiding who she was from them.
"For me, it just strengthened my belief that I couldn't trust you. So, I kept this idea of you in my head, where you hadn't changed, and you were still just this spoiled rich girl. I know it was wrong, and I'm sorry, it wasn't fair on you. For me, it felt like the safer option. it meant if you did find out and then the whole school knew about it, at least I wouldn't feel as if someone else had let me down in my life." Yang let out a bitter laugh. "You know when I say it out loud. It sounds so childish." Weiss came and sat next to Yang on the bed, looking straight ahead of her.
"I don't think it sounds childish; to me, it makes a lot of sense. You were protecting yourself. I never gave you any other reason not to doubt me." Weiss turned to face the girl. "I just hope that now everything is out in the open we can move past this." Yang gave the girl a soft smile.
"Thanks, Weiss." Yang let out a heavy sigh. "Since I've talked to you, it will probably be best if I did the same with the others."
"Yeah, the longer you make them wait, the more effort you'll need to put in, especially with Ruby." Weiss watches as Yang's face fell with guilt.
"I know, but talking to Ruby might be the hardest thing I'll have to do." Yang pushed herself up from the bed, opening the door. "Catch you later."
"Hey, where are you going? You're meant to be on bed rest." Weiss yelled from inside the room.
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