Hey-oo! Currently on vacation, but I got something done for all of ya!

Wrote this in the backseat of a car. Will never do that again.

Day 14/30

Every year, there is one day that nearly everyone decides to antagonize their friends in generally harmless ways, usually falling on the 1st of April. These activities are defined as pranks:

- Prank /præŋk/ noun. 1. A mischievous trick or joke, especially one in which something is done rather than said. "It's just a prank bro."

Many individuals enjoy inflicting this form of trickery upon their comrades, some more than others. While most decide to reserve their practical jokes for this specific day, there is one individual who believes that such actions cannot be performed within a 24-hour time period. Therefore, this young lady has always set aside one extra day per year to finish off her arsenal of practical jokes upon others.

Today was that day.

Snuggling under her bed sheets, Blake undid her bow and wiggled her second pair of ears as she prepared for an afternoon of solidarity and music. Them being constantly pushed down on her head was pretty uncomfortable, though leaving them exposed felt like walking around in her underwear for her. Therefore, she only took her bow off when no one (in this case her roommates) was around. Plus, Adam just happened to have an ear fetish and she'd rather not give him any more material to get off to. Blake never let him play with them while they were still together, and she sure as hell didn't want him fantasizing about them either.

Having two pairs of ears also led to an interesting situation when it came to using ear buds. Blake's cat ears did not hold her buds in place very well at all, but they could pick up notes and small pieces of audio in songs normal ears could not. Bass lines were deeper, drum solos were even more pounding, and voices sounded like they were singing in the room with her. Even the lowest quality MP3 file sounded like it was in HD when she used them over her human pair.

Popping her buds in one ear at time, carefully positioning them so they wouldn't fall out too easily, Blake laid back on her pillow and began scrolling through her music player for something to listen to. She landed on an album that she had just downloaded the other day, and figured now would be a good time to give it a play-through.

"We're no strangers to love…"

"…What the heck?" Blake sat up quickly and stared at her player. She re-read the song title, the artist, and the album; those were correct. The audio, on the other hand, was not the grungy guitar riffs she had been expecting. Instead, it had been replaced by some cheesy 80's synthesizer and a middle aged man who clearly didn't want his relationship to end.

Sighing, Blake figured that something must have happened to the file when it was downloading. Maybe the MP3 shop had given her the wrong item, or they had something wrong with their database? Either way, Blake shrugged and just selected the song at the top of her library. It happened to be a favorite of hers, and she smiled as the opening riff already began playing in her head.

The device did not play that riff.

"We're no strangers to love…"

"Oh no…" If Blake hadn't been suspecting something was up before, now she did. Eyes widening, she clicked to the next song.

"We're no strangers to love…"

Then the next one.

"We're no strangers to love…"

And the next one, and the next one, and the next one, and the next one, and so on as she soon discovered that every song on her device had been replaced with this stupid one-hit wonder! Every file's name had been left in-tact, but the audio had been switched to trick her! Gritting her teeth, she nearly threw her player when she saw the one song whose info had been altered:

Song: "You Just Got Yang'd!"

Artist: Yang Xiao Long

Album: Happy Yang Day!

"Note to self," Blake growled to herself, "Never leave Yang alone with my stuff again. Ever!"

Weiss hadn't expected to have fallen asleep on the lounge couch, but when you're entire body is still aching from a sunburn after 3 days, the constant itch just makes you tired. She hated being stuck in only a camisole, the white garment being the only shirt thin enough not to irritate her skin. She had tried staying in her dresses for the past couple days, but the tight-fitting garments only made her want to scratch herself more. For a young lady like herself to constantly be scratching at her body like a dog with fleas was unacceptable. Style would have to be put to the side for now so practicality could take its spot.

Pulling one of her thin shoulder straps up, Weiss fixed her bangs as she rose up on her knees. She really had to stop lying face down all the time; the last time she did that she ended up with this sunburn. Leaving her bare back exposed for some other problem to occur was the last thing she wanted.

"Ngh," Weiss winced, poking her lightish-red arm, "Great… Still tender. Better find Ruby."

Trudging lazily up the steps, she passed by Cinder on the way back to her room. The two shared a mutually venomous glare as they walked by each other, neither one stopping to insult the other. However, something unusual caught Cinder's attention that made her smile like a plotting schoolgirl. Weiss was too groggy and unaware to know that Fall had turned around to follow her, sneaking up closer and closer with a hand high in the air.

*SMACK!*

"AGGH!" Weiss shrieked in pain as Cinder cackled behind her and a handprint formed on her red back, "You witch! What was that for?!"

Cinder could barely breathe as she tried to respond. "What? You were literally asking for it!"

A completely confused Weiss stared at her before stomping off angrily. What the hell was that all about?! She knew Cinder was a total C-word, but why would she say she was asking for it the way she did? The thought continue to bug her even as she reached her room where she encountered something truly odd.

"…Ruby?"

"Hey, Weiss…" waved Ruby, a roll of toilet paper stuck to her hand, "I'd ask you for help with something pretty personal, but I'm pretty sure you'd say no."

"Why… Why are you holding all of that toilet paper?"

"Not really holding it. It's kinda glued on, actually."

"Didn't your father ever tell you not to play with that stuff?"

"Tell that to Yang," Ruby muttered, noticing Weiss's back as the heiress walked past her, "Oh. Guessing she got you too?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I'd go look in a mirror if I was you."

Weiss rushed out of the room to the bathroom down the hall. Only moments later did Ruby hear her shriek as she finally saw what was written on her upper back. Weiss ran back into the room in a rage, her face even redder than it already was. "Smack me, I've been a naughty girl! Who writes that on someone?!"

"That'd be Yang," Ruby said, finally ripping the roll from her hand, "Ew. I'm all sticky…"

"Why?! Today isn't April Fool's Day! That was months ago!"

"Yeah, she has this day she calls 'Yang Day'. Does it every year on some random day, so no one can prepare for it. Gets out all the pranks she couldn't do on that one day. She always hides so no one can get her back. It's kinda unfair, really."

"That monster," Weiss breathed, "Has she gotten to anyone else?"

"Yeah. Me." Ruby and Weiss turned to an angry Blake standing in the doorway, music player in her hands. "She messed with my music. That's crossing the line right there."

"Ouch," Ruby said, "She did that to me too a couple years back. The 80's song?"

"Yup."

"Gah. I hate that one so much."

"We have to get her back before she reaches anyone else!" Weiss said, hands on her hips.

"Good luck," Ruby shrugged, "Even when I do pull a prank on her, she just laughs it off and says to try harder next time. She's impossible to break!"

Suddenly, Blake had an idea. A good one. One so devilishly good it made her nearly laugh out loud in how perfect it was. "Oh, I think I know just how to grind her gears…"

"B-but Blake, she's not a robot."

"Ruby, it's a figure of… Never mind. Just listen close. This will work. Trust me."

Days full of fun seem to fly by, as the moon was already in the sky when Yang finally finished off her last prank of switching Mercury's dirty magazines with the Lieutenant's own personal stash. Today was one of the better Yang Days of recent memory, and she smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror before hopping in the shower.

"I'd say today was pretty Yangtastic, wouldn't you agree good-lookin'?" she spoke to her reflection, "Ah, I crack myself up sometimes."

Dropping her clothes, Yang stepped into the shower and soaked her golden locks in hot water. Humming to herself merrily as she reminisced the day, she reached for her favorite bottle of shampoo and popped its top. She poured it over her head, rubbing it through her scalp thoroughly to keep her precious hair in tip-top shape. By the time she realized that it didn't have its usual ocean breeze scent, it was too late. Yang opened her eyes and stared blankly at her hands, which were now a bright shade of purple. "No…"

Stumbling out of the shower, Yang swiped her hand across the fogged up mirror and stared at her newly dyed purple hair in horror.

"NOOOOO!"

Her ear piercing cry could be heard not only from every corner of the house, but even from outside where Ozpin and Qrow thought they heard a banshee wailing from some distant land. To three girls in particular, it was a scream of victory.

"It's just a prank, sis!" Ruby called down the hall from her room, "No bad feelings, right?"

"You know," Weiss said, realization hitting her, "Won't this just make her pranks next year even worse in retaliation for this?"

Dead silence.

"Ruby, I'm so sor-

"Blake, when Yang comes to beat us up in the next minute or so, you're my shield."