A/N: Hello dear readers. I hope you enjoy this little side project. It seemed like a fun idea to play with while I work on another larger project. I may do some more work on it in the future. Feel free to leave any thoughts in the reviews. Thank you for reading.
Yang jerked awake with a soft cry. She was sitting up in an instant. Her heart was pounding and she was drenched in a cold sweat. She grabbed at her missing arm futilely as the phantom pains had her hissing. In only moments, she was enveloped in a pair of thin pale arms, a now familiar and comforting touch. The contact helped draw her mind from the nightmarish images of her haunted dreams. The crimson flash of power that had taken her limb. A mess of snow colored hair filled Yang's vision as she was pulled into an embrace.
The former heiress was instantly in her lap, holding the brawler close. She pulled Yang's head against her shoulder with an arm around her neck. Yang felt the soothing gesture of Weiss's other hand petting her blonde mane. Gentle shushes and whispered words of care filled her ears. Yang couldn't help but nuzzle into her teammates neck and screw her eyes shut. Terror slowly gave way to bitter anger.
Every since the attack on Beacon just a few months ago, this had become their routine. Yang would have her nightmares and Weiss would comfort her. The nightmares had become less frequent with time, and she'd hoped that returning to Beacon for her second year would help. So far, she'd not missed a night in their first week. It was taxing on her sanity. Yang just wanted to be free of the nightmare. Adam was dead after all; Pyrrha had made sure of it. But being back in Beacon had just brought the dark memories to the fore front of her psyche.
The anger Yang felt threatened to consume her. She was angry at herself for failing, at Blake for running, at Ruby for leaving. Weiss had been the only one to stay, but she hadn't escaped the attack without her share of scars. No one had. But Weiss had stayed, she'd given up her position as SDC heiress to stay, to help Yang. A low growl of frustration and rage bubbled out of her throat.
"You shouldn't have stayed," Yang growled, her only hand gripping the other woman's nightgown. Weiss's response came after only a moment of frozen silence. Suddenly the fingers stroking through her hair gripped the blonde locks tightly, painfully. With a snarl Yang bit down on Weiss's throat, hard enough that it would bruise. With a soft cry Weiss dug her nails deep into Yang's shoulder. She pressed her body tightly to the blonde brawler. They both knew what came next and it only made exacerbated her issues.
Yang released her bite with the faintest taste of copper. She lapped at the wound her canines had made in a gentle apology. A small coo of approval escaped from the Huntress in her lap. The fingers in Yang's hair tightened and with a sharp tug her head was tilted backwards. It was her turn to let out a small cry before Weiss crashed their lips together.
It wasn't a gentle or loving kiss. Both of them were bundles of anger wrapped in human skin. The kiss was savage and passionate. They both needed the outlet. It had been an unspoken agreement they'd made early on, after their partners had left. No one else understood, so they would take out their issues on each other; They were the ones who knew after all, they shared in a mutual suffering. Their kisses were forceful and connection would leave bruises. They would each bite and bleed the other. The savagery would fade to dancing tongues and heated passion. Until a simple slight, such as a pull of the hair or nails scratching into skin, would reignite the angry energy.
Yang was the first to pull away this time, gulping down air. The sharp pain in her scalp faded as Weiss released the death grip on her hair. She returned to the gentle petting and soft whispers of encouragement. Yang met the ice blue eyes of her lover with an apologetic gaze. Those gentle eyes hardened as she did. She only had a moment to appreciate the way the tranquil moonlight from their window lit her eyes before their lips were crashed together again.
"Don't pity me," Weiss demanded in a growl. Her minty breath danced across Yang's sore lips. Weiss bit at her lower lip and pulled at it. A rumble of approval rose from her chest at the action, or perhaps it was at the pain. Yang wasn't sure if she could tell the difference any more. It was Weiss's turn lick a bloodied wound. Faint copper tainted Yang's tongue, this time it was her own. "We both choose this." Weiss's words were soft, and her breathe was heavy and shallow.
The rapid rise and fall of her lovers chest brought a moment of clarity to Yang's clouded mind. Through the bitterness she noticed the pool of desire and need in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, the air in the room shifted with the mood. The intensity of the pair did that everywhere they went. The air around them would be thick with their emotion. Weiss recognized the change as quickly as Yang. Her lover's eyes lidded and the comforting motions stopped.
In a single fluid motion, Yang's orange tank top was off and drifting to the floor. "Weiss!" Yang gasped out the name. It was a word dripping with desperate, heady need. Cool lips pressed again her cheek and warm breath danced across her skin as her lover let out a soft laugh.
"You're so needy Yang," Weiss murmured in between kisses as she left an electric trail along Yang's jawline.
"Yes," she hissed in reply. She arched involuntarily into the other woman as lithe fingers found purchase on her chest. Yang tangled her fingers in Weiss's hair as the woman continued a wet trail down her throat. Each kiss and nip with her teeth blended with the sharp stimulation of her fingers. The pleasure dripped through her stomach and added to the molten pool of desire between Yang's legs. She couldn't help but moan out the other's name again.
"Beg for me," Weiss spat as she pushed Yang onto her back. Anger came rushing back with a force. Yang tried to lift back up but Weiss pinned her shoulders against the bed. She was wiry but deceptively strong. Instead, she bucked into her teammate. The Schnee let out a sharp gasp of pleasure at the force pressing between her legs. Yang could feel a slick heat against her bare stomach. Weiss's eyes widened and Yang knew she saw the intent written on her face.
With a swift movement she'd gotten her hand behind Weiss's neck and pulled her down. Their foreheads pressed together and Yang stared into her eyes. "How about you beg?" She growled out. "Beg me to let you touch me."
There was a long beat of silence as the challenge hung heavy in the air. There was no sound other than their heavy panting. Burning crimson eyes were met with arctic blue. Both waiting to see if she would cave in. It wasn't just a challenge, but an askance. They both knew it'd bite into what pride Yang had left for her to beg. It'd need to be Weiss or not at all.
"Let me touch you," Weiss's voice was tender. "Let me love you Yang." The words hit in a way Yang had never expected. Weiss had never be so soft. She'd never said that word. Let me love you. The phrase tore through Yang's walls. She could feel her lips trembling and her eyes starting to sting. Let me love you.
"I-I'm... scared to..." Yang's voice was barely a whisper. "It's easier... to be angry." Weiss just did it anyway. She caressed Yang's face, cupped her cheeks, and stole a gentle kiss. It was the first time they'd kissed like that. In those few months since the attack and their team was broken apart, they'd never been gentle with each other in these moments. Yang's eyes drifted shut as the woman kissed her and the slender body laid flat against hers.
She bathed in the comfort of the kiss. Her heart was soothed by the cool body pressed flush against her. Blake had been the last person to kiss her like this. The thought struck her like a bolt of lightning. She broke the kiss and searched Weiss's eyes, desperate and searching. Thinking about Blake usually made her angry beyond reason. But right then... she just wanted this moment to be real. All she found in her lover's eyes was sincerity. "Why? After all of this, everything I've done to you?" Yang needed to know. She needed the answer.
"It's always been mutual Yang." Weiss replied softly. "For every bruise and every drop of blood, I gave as good as I got."
"That's not answering my question."
Weiss let out a shaky breath and swallowed. "I want more than this... for me and for you... for us." She seemed to struggle with the words. "I-I want to love you and be loved back. I'm tired of hurting for them. I want to move forward for us." There was another shaky pause. "But... if you can't. If you don't want this, then I won't let it come between us. Things will still stay the way they are."
It was Weiss's turn to search Yang's eyes. Yang didn't know what she'd find. She'd thought that Blake loved her like that once. She'd opened up and gave more than she ever had. Blake repaid that trust by leaving. Could she trust Weiss like that too? Could she love the woman atop her? If she was completely honest with herself, she already did. Weiss understood her in a way that she'd never thought she'd find. She understood the rage and the hurt that tore at her heart. It was exploring those feelings that scared her.
"Weiss..." Yang said the name with a sort of reverence that she'd never let show. "I want to love you too. I'm scared and hurting, but I want to move forward with you too. I don't know how we're going to do it, but we're going to try." Weiss seemed to crack at the words. Like she had been a fragile glass that shattered. The woman broke into a sobbing mess. She buried her face in Yang's shoulder and let out a soft wail. Yang held her close, hand still on the back of her neck. Slender arms slipped under her and Weiss clung to her midriff. Yang lost control of her own tears and started sobbing with her lover.
They'd decided to move forward, to finally let go of the past they'd been clinging to desperately. Yang knew it wouldn't be easy, things weren't just going to be okay between them. But they were going to work at them and do better. For the first time in months, Yang was happy and... hopeful.
Yang was slow to wake up. She could feel Weiss's cool body atop her, feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest. They must've cried themselves to sleep Yang realized. The fact that the nightmares didn't return was a comfort all its own. Yang let her eyes slowly open.
The first thing she saw was the mess of white hair splayed across her body. She could feel it draped down her neck and down to her waist. The silken strands were splayed out haphazardly like a loose blanket covering both her and Weiss. As if sensing Yang was awake, Weiss's breathing changed and she shifted enough to lift her head slowly.
Sleepy pale eyes met sleepy lavender. A slow smile spread on Weiss's face and the arms around Yang's rib cage tightened their hold. "Is this a dream?" the former heiress mumbled out.
"No, you aren't dreaming Snow Angel."
Weiss giggled at the nickname. "You get one free pass Miss Xiao Long." She pressed a soft kiss below Yang's chin. "I can't believe Jaune thought that was the best way to flirt."
Yang shook with soft laughter of her own. "Vomit Boy isn't the most suave individual. Even with the new wounds."
"I will admit though, it does sound nice coming out of your mouth." Cool lips pressed to her own as Weiss shimmied up her body. "Gotta pay the toll if you wanna keep using it." Yang drifted her fingers up the Huntress's spine, drawing out a shiver and goosebumps.
"What's the toll?" Yang asked against the soft lips.
"More kisses. Duh." Weiss nipped at her ear lobe forcing out a soft moan of approval. "Your blonde is showing."
"Careful princess. I might take offense."
"Mmm. Bite me." Well, if you insist. Yang took her partners bottom lip between her teeth. It was the lightest touch she'd applied to the action in months. Weiss shivered again and pressed her body closer. Yang pulled gently at the flesh before letting it go. "Does this mean I get to share your bed every night now?" Weiss asked. She pulled an arm free and started mindlessly tracing Yang's jawline
"If you want to. I... enjoyed waking up to you this morning." Yang admitted. "I noticed your nightgown disappeared overnight?"
Weiss just shrugged and replied, "It got hot. You kept me warm all night."
Yang couldn't keep the small smile from her face. Weiss's eyes widened and she stared at Yang. Slowly, tentatively, she reached up and brushed her finger tips across Yang's lips. "You haven't smiled in months... I..." Tears began to well up in the former heiress's eyes. Yang just smiled wider.
"I haven't had a reason to smile recently Princess," Yang's voice was low and dripped with tenderness. The tears fell in a slow line down Weiss's cheeks as she stole a gentle kiss. The kiss didn't ignite a spark of desire, but a warm flame in her chest. A neglected and shallow warmth, but a comforting and happy one. Yang had forgotten somewhere what it felt like.
Weiss pulled away for air; Yang took the opportunity to wipe away the tears on her lovers face. "We should get around soon." Yang let out a soft groan of denial at Weiss's words. "Ren said he'd be making breakfast this morning. I don't want Nora to eat all of our food." Yang didn't want to move, the light body on her chest was comfortable.
"Or we could stay in bed and cuddle all day?"
Weiss just rolled her eyes and said, "You know as well as I do that we can't. Ozpin only let us back in on the promise that we would get out of the room for a while everyday." Yang groaned and laid her arm across her eyes.
"Why did we agree to this again?"
"Because it's better than being stuck at your dad's and never leaving the bedroom again."
"Oh yeah. Well, give me another good reason to get out of bed. I don't care what Ozpin wants."
Weiss smirked then, at the comment. She pushed herself up and Yang watched her eyes take in the naked body below her. "Another reason, huh?" Yang found herself wary of the mischievous glint in Weiss's eye. She started to speak when the woman dipped down. Cold lips wrapped around her sensitive nipple and a warm wet tongue began flicking and swirling. Yang let out a sharp gasp of surprise as her back arched into her lover.
"Weiss!" She gasped out the woman's name. The ministrations lasted only moments before teeth snapped down on the exposed bundle of nerves. A sharp yelp of pain escaped the blonde. Just as quickly as it began it was over. The former heiress moved like a blur for the bathroom door. She laughed maniacally but she wasn't fast enough. Yang was on her like a predator on prey. The resounding smack almost echoed through the room as Yang stung her hand on Weiss's bare bottom.
It was Weiss's turn to yelp out and she whirled around growling. Yang took a prepared stance, watching the dangerous woman in front of her. She could see a familiar wild light in those arctic eyes and was ready for anything. Weiss took a careful step back, paused, and then stepped again. She watched the blonde as carefully as the blonde watched her. "I'm just going to get a shower." Weiss said softly, palms raised. Yang took a step forward. Weiss made a calming motion. "Let's not do anything hasty. I got you out of bed like you asked. And-And we had that talk last night." She must have sensed that Yang's intent hadn't changed. So she switched tactics. "You don't want to hurt your girlfriend do you?"
Yang paused to consider the words. Girlfriend. That's what Weiss was then? They'd never defined their relationship before, but she supposed after last night it was true. Didn't she want to hurt Weiss though? Just a little bit? It was a cruel trick her lover played after all, a very dirty, cruel trick. Yang respected it. "Okay. How about a compromise then?" She offered with as sweet a smile she could manage. "You let me into that shower. And I don't take my revenge until tonight?" Yang found amusement in the fact that Weiss could in fact get paler.
"Is there an option that sees you not getting revenge at all?"
Yang took some pleasure in the way her lips parted into a savage, almost feral, grin. She saw the former heiress swallow and lick her lips. "Why so nervous Princess? Don't you trust me?" Yang tilted her head slightly. "But to answer your question..." She padded forward, she had the white haired Huntress frozen with her gaze. "Maybe there is an option." She got in close and reached out slowly. Pale eyes followed the movement of her hand. The smaller woman's muscles flexed and tensed as she prepared to escape at the closest sign of danger.
Yang had other plans at the moment. She touched Weiss's cheek lightly, her lover winced slightly at the contact. Yang just pressed her palm to the cool skin and rubbed the shorter woman's cheek bone with her thumb. Weiss seemed to ease at the touch, she even turned her head and nuzzled into Yang's palm. It wasn't lost on Yang that Weiss dropped her guard. After months together, they both knew better than to let down their guard. This would be the time to attack, Yang could feel her muscles tensing in preparation to do just that.
It was the tender light in Weiss's eyes that gave her pause. The Schnee looked at her with such vulnerability and fragility. Yang found herself afraid that she'd break the woman if she so much as breathed too hard. It was her turn to be petrified. Weiss held her still with doe eyes. She could see the former heiress reach up with both hands to grab her wrist lightly. She pulled Yang's hand from her cheek and kissed her palm. Yang sucked in a sharp breath as Weiss continued, pressing soft lips to the tip of each finger. "Don't be angry," Weiss murmured against her skin. "Come, shower with me." Yang couldn't find the strength or desire to say no.
Yang held open the door to the second year lounge for her partner. Weiss followed with a small, grateful smile. She offered a soft murmur of thanks and grabbed Yang's hand. The blonde looked around and took in the room. She'd never actually been in here. It was mostly the same as the first year lounge. A big room with a scattered assortment of chairs and tables. A kitchen area took up a chunk of the space as well. There was an adjoining room that lacked a door and looked to hold a pool table and some other types of table sized games.
There weren't many occupants this early in the morning. Yang wasn't surprised either. Second year classes were much tougher than first year classes already. Most students were likely still enjoying their Saturday morning by sleeping in. Yang was sure they'd regret it. Breaking sleep habits sucked. If she weren't used to Weiss's demanding scheduling, she would be exhausted too. Though the extra body in her bed had been a temptation, to be fair. Some things were worth suffering for.
As to the few people in the room, Cardin seemed to be nursing a cup of coffee with his partner Russel. Cardin caught her eye and offered a small nod of acknowledgment. Yang returned the nod with a small smile. CRDL may have been a bunch of cunts back in their first year, but they'd really mellowed since the trip to Forever Fall. Yang had heard that they'd done a lot of good work in protecting civilians during the attack. She respected them more these days and it was mutual. Cardin seemed surprised by the smile, but met it with a large grin. Russel offered a small wave. Yang caught Weiss returning it with a small smile of her own.
"Oh hey!" Nora's shout was unmistakable. Yang saw her sitting at another table and waving with a violent intensity. Pyrrha and Jaune were also sitting around the larger table. Pyrrha offered a polite wave and smile. Yang felt a pang of guilt at the sight of the hand print shaped burn scar on the Maiden's face. She pushed down the bitter regret at her previous weakness as Weiss led her to the table. Jaune smiled brightly and waved as well.
The sight froze Yang and Weiss both. Jaune had also lost an arm during the attack. He'd fought bravely to defend Pyrrha during the aura transfer, but couldn't hold up to Cinder. She took his arm and Ozpin's legs, but they'd managed to buy enough time for the transfer to complete. Pyrrha had managed to fight Cinder to a stalemate and kill her in a final gambit that left her scarred for life. The effects of the aura transfer had left Pyrrha with a guest in her head.
It was the metallic prosthetic that had given the pair pause however. Ozpin had said that Ironwood put his top scientists to work making them each state of the art prosthetic replacements. Weiss gave voice to Yang's thoughts, "Jaune you have a new arm! That's amazing!" The blonde Hunter laughed with giddy excitement.
"I know right!?" Jaune exclaimed as flexed his fingers. He nodded towards Yang and said, "Ozpin said to send you his way after you got around."
"Why didn't he just ask us?" Yang asked as Weiss pulled out a chair and set her down. She may have been in a bit of shock, but she was glad her lover was helping her out.
Nora just snorted out a laugh. "Yeah right. Like anyone is going to bother you two when you're locked away. I'm pretty sure you'd kill anyone who tried."
"Doubtful," Weiss replied with a sharp tone. "We know how to keep our issues... to ourselves." A light blush colored her pale cheeks. Yang didn't bother resisting the urge to pull the woman into her lap. Weiss let out a soft noise of surprise, but was quick to settle in. Her chest pressed into the white haired girls back with each breath.
"We noticed. You've got a bad bruise on your neck there Weiss." Pyrrha eyed the pair with mild concern. "Is there a reason your aura hasn't healed it?" Weiss had gone stiff in Yang's lap. Yang wanted to answer but the former heiress managed.
"The pain helps to..." she paused, seeming to search for the words. "It helps to keep me focused. Distracts me from my anger."
"So that's why it seems like you two hate each other so much?" Jaune seemed nervous to ask.
Yang reached up and brushed her fingers over the angry bruise on Weiss's throat. She shifted at the contact and Yang answered in a soft voice. "We don't hate each other." Weiss grasped her hand lightly, as if to prove the point. "It's just that... we're safe outlets for each other."
"What's gotten you guys so talkative today anyway?" Nora asked with a tilt of her head. "You don't have that air of 'If you look at us we'll kill you.'"
Weiss twisted in Yang's lap and looped an arm around her neck lazily. "We're trying something new," Weiss's eyes sparkled like crystal as she met Yang's gaze. The blonde felt a smile tug at her lips. Something new, huh? The former heiress leaned in and stole a brief kiss. Yang decided she liked new, new was good.
Nora squealed excitedly, "I knew it! I told you so. I called it days ago. I totally knew you were hooking up.
"Yeah you guys are... cute, together," Jaune chuckled out nervously.
Pyrrha leaned over and placed her hand on Yang's knee. "You both deserve some happiness after everything that's happened. I hope you find it together." Me too, Yang thought as she met the intense green eyes of the Fall Maiden. Knowledge that'd been shared by Pyrrha with only her closest friends.
"How are you and Jaune getting on?" Yang's question turned Pyrrha's cheeks as red as her hair. Jaune just smirked proudly as he laid a hand over Pyrrha's.
"We're doing good. It gets awkward sometimes with Amber in her head, but sometimes she respects our privacy."
"Someone, not Nora, help me get breakfast to the table." Ren demanded from the kitchen area. Yang hadn't even noticed him cooking back there. Pyrrha started to rise, but Jaune beat her too it. He touched her shoulder lightly as he passed. Yang was happy to see the smile on her face. Pyrrha had killed Penny, and it weighed heavy on her. They'd been told in trust of secrecy that Penny would be rebuilt, but they weren't sure if she'd be the same. It seemed to help, but it still weighed on the Huntress. Jaune seemed to be a good influence and ease the burden. They all deserved some happiness.
Not even Nora and Ren came out unscathed. They hid it well, but Yang knew that they blamed themselves. Nora seemed to be in the best mood she'd been in for months. It was likely Jaune's new prosthetic. Knowing that their leader would be back in functional order soon must've been a huge relief. Yang only wished she could say the same about Ruby. She hadn't seen the girl since she'd went off with Qrow on their secret mission.
"Are you excited Yang?" Pyrrha asked. "Your new prosthetic is waiting up in the office. I'm surprised you're still sitting here."
Yang let out a sharp laugh and motioned towards Weiss with her stump. "If I deprived Weiss of Ren's pancakes, I'd be missing another arm." Weiss puffed out a breath and rolled her eyes.
"Imagine using me as an excuse for your growling stomach. I'm sitting in your lap you brute. I can feel it rumbling." That earned a round of laughter from the table.
The pair spent the next hour or so with the other team, talking and eating. After a certain point, Yang's social battery ran out and she decided it was time to go see Ozpin. Weiss, of course, wasn't going to stay behind. They'd been essentially joined at the hip since Ruby left on her mission with Qrow. After leaving the second year lounge they'd made their way to the elevator leading to the headmaster's office.
"Do you think he's going to bother us about new teammates again?" Weiss asked as the elevator doors slid shut. Yang let out a soft groan.
"Ugh. I hope not. I'm really not in the mood." Yang drummed her fingers on her thigh in nervous anticipation. "Do you think mine came in too? I know the General said he would make me one, and Jaune got his... But what if Ozpin wants to see us about something else? Wh-"
"Yang." The single word cut her off. Weiss turned her head with a gentle touch. Lilac eyes met ice blue. "It's okay. If you're prosthetic isn't here today, it will be soon. We've made it this far and we will continue to do so."
Yang closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Weiss's words did a world of good for her nerves. "You're right, thanks Princess." With a light pat on her cheek the hand fell away. Weiss's verbal answer was just a small noise of acknowledgment. We must both be ready to turn in for a while. The ding of the elevator reaching its stop had Yang standing a little taller, shoulders squared, and spine straight.
The door slid open and the pair strolled forward. The office was empty except for Ozpin sitting at his desk. The Dragon Grimm had caused some damage to the tower before Ironwood had managed to take it out with his main ship. The damage wasn't catastrophic and repairs had been finished before the new school year began. Yang couldn't tell it had been damaged in the first place.
"Ms. Schnee, Ms. Xiao Long. It's good to see you. How are you both doing today?" Ozpin asked with a smile. After everything that had happened, Yang was still suspicious of the man.
"I'm doing well, thank you." Weiss reply was polite, but her smile didn't reach her eyes.
"I'm alright, in a foul mood, but what else is new?" Yang shrugged. Words were taking more effort. She'd done more talking in the past hour than she had in the past week. Mental exhaustion was taking its toll on her. "Jaune sent us up." The message was clear. What do you want?
"Ah. Well, it's good to know you're both holding up your end of the bargain." Ozpin leaned forward on the table hands clasped. "Have you given anymore thought to my offer?"
"With all due respect headmaster," Weiss began. Her words were dripping with frustration. "I hope you didn't drag us up here to waste our time." An expression flickered on Ozpin's face. Yang wasn't sure, but she thought it might be mirth.
"No. I've called you up here because your gift from the General finally came in." He motioned towards a large white box on his desk. It was completely plain, except for the Atlas insignia on the top of it. "Feel free to open it up." Yang wanted to move forward, to open it, but she felt paralyzed with fear. She was so nervous to open it.
Weiss's hand pressed into the small of her back and guided her forward. The former heiress's other hand found purchase on her lower arm. Yang let herself be guided to the desk; Weiss lifted Yang's hand and placed it on the box. "Whenever you're ready," her whispered words offered some comfort.
Was she ready? Months of living without her arm, this was her new normal. What if she got to used to having it again and lost it? Lost it like everything else, like everyone else. Except Weiss. Yang turned her eyes on the white haired woman. She was looking at the box too, deep in thought. Weiss was still here and she needed Yang to be there. This would make that easier, it wouldn't solve everything, but having both arms back... It would help.
With a shaky breath she lifted the lid. Inside sat a silver chrome prosthetic arm. Tentatively she reached out and touched it, the metal was cold under her fingertips. Ozpin's voice filled her ears, "As you are well aware, James has had his top men on this for quite sometime. He wished for me to inform you that you fought admirably. That he couldn't think of anyone who deserves this more."
Yang looked into the headmaster's brown eyes and said, "Tell him I said thanks. Let him know I owe him a favor."
"We both do Headmaster. Please give the General my thanks as well." Weiss's voice was as soft as her own.
Ozpin smiled at the words. "I will see to it. In regards to your new prosthetic, you'll find that it was tailored specifically to yourself. It will serve as a weapon to the same specification as your old one. I hope that you make good use of your new gift." Yang nodded and closed the box gingerly. Weiss lifted it and offered the headmaster a polite nod.
"Thank you sir. If it's all the same, we're ready to retire for the day." Yang just nodded her agreement.
"Of course. You are both free to go." As the pair turned to leave, Ozpin spoke up again, "I'm glad to see you're making progress. You're both going to be wonderful Huntress's someday."
Yang looked back and replied, "Thanks Ozpin, have a good day."