"I can't believe my little sister is going to Beacon with me!" Yang exclaims, hugging (and suffocating) her sister in exaggerated joy. "This is the best day ever!"
"Please stop..." The small girl in her arms groans, trying to wiggle her way out of the embrace.
"But I'm so proud of you!" The blonde loudly says, grinning. A few teens around them look their way.
Lower your voice. You're causing a scene.
Leaning down to her sister, she whispers in her ear. "What's with you? Aren't you excited?" She asks, a hint of concern in her voice.
"Of course I am..." Ruby whispers back. "I just... I got moved ahead two years. I don't want people to think I'm special or anything."
Yang pulls her in a one-armed hug, smiling. "But you are special." She says, patting her sister's back.
Not much of note happens during the rest of the ride, save a news report of Torchwick, (Ruby was lucky, nothing more. Have Torchwick taken her seriously, she would be injured. Or dead.) The White Fang, (An organization that would have not been formed have idiots looked past a pair of ears.) a speech from Glynda Goodwitch (Stop tuning her out and listen. You may miss crucial information.) and someone vomiting on her shoes. (Ew.) Finally, they arrive in Beacon.
"Ohmygosh sis! That kid has a collapsible staff! And she has a fire-"
"Easy there little sister, they're just weapons." Yang says, grabbing Ruby's hood.
"Just weapons?! Yang! They're an extension of ourselves! They're part of us! Oh they're so cool!"
Keep her quiet. Now she's the one causing a scene.
"Well why can't you swoon over your own weapon?" Yang says, trying to find a middle ground between keeping her sister happy and her semblance. It's a jerk, (and that's a weird way to describe something that was actually a part of her) but it was often right. "Aren't you happy with it?"
"Of course I'm happy with Crescent Rose!" Unfortunately, it seems that getting her to talk about her weapon didn't help at all. She just managed to get her from unfolding Crescent Rose, although that didn't stop her from waving it around in its rifle form. "I just really like seeing new ones. It's like meeting new people but better!"
Idiot
Yang, sending a mental command to her brain to shut up, masks her discomfort by smirking and playfully pulling Ruby's hood over her face. "Come on, why don't you make friends of your own?"
Ruby puts her hood back, frowning. "But why would I need friends if I have you?" She asks.
You can't baby her forever.
"I won't be around all the time." Yang says, putting both hands on Ruby's shoulders. "And I don't want my favorite little sister to be lonely." She smiles warmly. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices a crowd of people. Not a group of friends, but just a bunch of teens that were together by chance.
No. That's a terrible plan.
"And besides..." Yang continues, ignoring Mettle listing how terrible this course of action this is. "It's kinda inevitable you meet someone you'd bond with." She steers Ruby to the direction of the crowd, with Ruby looking too deep in thought to notice.
"But..."
"Like right now!" Yang says, pushing her sister into the crowd, and watched Ruby get carried away by the crowd of teens, rushing to get into Beacon. She daintily skips away, laughing.
"Yaaang!" Ruby wails, seeing her sister disappear into the crowd. Ohhhh, she was so gonna get her for this.
As Yang moves out of the crowd still smiling a bit, she was left with her own thoughts. Not always a good thing for her.
There's a good chance that she'll make an enemy instead of a friend, knowing her.The advice you gave her was hypocritical as well. You don't have any friends.
Yang scowls, her lavender eyes scrunching shut as she rubs her head, as if warding away a headache. She knows her semblance was right. It may be uncaring about emotions and downright cruel at times, but that was how it's made. The fact that wasn't even the worst aspect of her semblance still bugs her.
"Screw it. This isn't Signal. This isn't Patch. This is Beacon." She says to herself, opening her eyes. "I can make friends too." She says with determination.
She isn't the weird girl at Patch, and she isn't the cold bitch back at Signal. She was Yang Xiao-Long, student of Beacon Academy. This was a fresh start for her, and not even her stupid semblance is going to ruin it.
Besides, it was just talking to people. How hard can it be?
Very.
Shut up.
