A/N: Hey! Blue here! Got another chapter for y'all. Thanks for all of your reviews on the last chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this one too. Let me know what you think with a lil review! Enjoy the bees!

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Chapter 3: A Brisk Walk

Xiao Long. That was apparently Yang's last name. Yang Xiao Long. That was the name that she checked for every time she anxiously looked at her phone.

Blake paced in her apartment. She was sure her rug was plotting revenge for all the stomping and abuse it was currently receiving. She had just gotten off of the phone with Yang (She realized that she hadn't given Yang her address and there was probably no way she remembered where she lived from the first time they met) and the girl had sounded just as beautiful over the phone. The blonde's laughter rung through the phone and made Blake's heart flutter. She said she would call her when she got to her apartment. So Blake waited... and waited... and waited.

Yang wasn't late by any means, Blake had simply gotten ready far too early. She was too excited to see her again, rest did not come easy and would not allow her to sleep any later then six.

So she spent her time picking out her outfit for the day. Obviously her normal gym wear would not be suitable for this. It was far too relaxed and sloppy. After an hour of deliberation, she finally decided upon a pair of black leggings, a purple tank top and her gray windbreaker.

Maybe I should leave the windbreaker behind. Blake thought, remembering what Yang said about layers when she was exercising. Stopping her pacing momentarily and took note of the jacket. Should I chang-

From shaaaaadoooows-

Blake's ring-tone went off and the girl jumped at the sudden noise. The ringtone only got through two words before she answered it.

"Hello?" Blake answered.

"Hey, Blake. I'm here!"

"B-be down s-soon." Blake stuttered. She heard Yang's carefree laughter before she hung up the phone. Oh man, she was really making a fool of herself. Blake ran down the stairs as fast as she could and stepped outside. Yang was standing there in a new pair of exercise clothes similar to the previous day, but this time she had her Letterman jacket on.

"Woah there, where's the fire?" Yang teased. "You didn't have to rush, you'll tire yourself out."

"I thought... We were... going on a... brisk walk." Blake said, her breath still hadn't come back to her.

"Alright newb, we'll set the difficultly to wimp."

"Wow, rude. What do you expect from me? I sit behind a computer all day."

"Well maybe we can fix that." Yang said with a wink. "Come on, let's go."

Yang led Blake all throughout town. They talked about this and that, Yang occasionally pointed out landmarks and nice places in town. Blake tried to focus on the sites, but had trouble peeling her eyes away from the blonde. She went on and on about great things in the town. Fun places that she would insist Blake check out, nice restaurants, interesting little shops. She didn't have the heart to tell her that Ruby and Weiss had basically given her the same tour when she decided to move here. Yang seemed to be having too much fun, so she let her go on.

"Wow, you really seem to know this town."

"Yeah, well I grew up here."

"You did?"

"Uuuh, Y-yeah." Yang answered, swallowing hard. It was almost as if she said something she hadn't meant to. "A while ago. I've been moving from place to place though. You know, work."

"Work has you moving a lot?"

"Yeah, but looks like I'm gonna be here for a while, so that's nice."

"I'm happy to hear it." Blake said.

Why did I say that? Blake thought, kicking herself for her forwardness. She was never this forward.

Never.

Not even before Adam. What was different about Yang? The woman made her feel simultaneously at ease and nervous beyond words. She finally looked over at Yang and saw that the girl was in fact blushing lightly.

They kept walking, but something caught Blake's eye. It looked to be a normal orphanage. But the thing that caught her eye was the gold plaque that was attached to the side of the building. That seemed a bit out of place to the dark-haired girl.

"What's that?" Blake asked, wandering over to read the sign.

"Oh, that's just the Goodwitch orphanage. Not really notable."

"'Dedicated to those who lost their lives in the fire of '37. May you finally find your home.'" Blake read out loud. "Oh gosh, that's terrible. What happened?"

"Just as it said, the building caught on fire."

"How many people died?"

"Just a couple kids, I hear. They got most of them out." Yang answered.

"Why aren't their names on the plaque?"

"They were orphans, it's not like anyone would remember them anyways." Yang said, her face darkening marginally.

"What? What are you talking about?" Blake asked, taken back by Yang's statement. "Someone has to remember them."

"I... Yeah, I guess you're right." Yang said softly. She hid her slightly morose face with a large smile. "Sorry, I guess I don't do well when things get too real, you know. Everyone used to say that I was always up on some cloud. Trying to stay on the bright side."

"That's not always a bad thing."

"Yeah," Yang agreed. "Come on, why don't I take you some place less depressing."

"Ok." Blake said. She left the plaque and joined Yang once again, but she notived how the girl kept looking back at the building too, until it was no longer visible.

XxXxX

"You're kidding me!" Yang said leaning over the table. The blonde took her to a small diner for breakfast. She didn't order anything besides a water though, she apparently already ate before she left. Blake was twirling around a piece of syrup drenched waffle (just about the only time she indulged in sugar) and telling Yang about her time in the debate team in high school.

"I'm not. I used to wear glasses, so he kept making subtle 'four eyes' comments." She explained, stuffing the square food into her mouth. "So during my turn, I made subtle jabs about how clearly he should have been the one wearing glasses, since he could not see how wrong he was."

"What did the judges think?"

"They noticed for sure, but we still got the point. Our argument was better and most of them also wore glasses."

"Unbelievable." Yang laughed heartily.

"What about you, you ever join a club in high school?"

"Eh, not really." Yang said, sipping her water. "So tell me more about this debate team."

"Yang, we've been talking about me all day. I want to hear about you."

"Eh, I'm boring. You wouldn't be interested."

She used that same excuse when she pressed about her job. She wouldn't let her do that again. The girl had to give her something.

"You just listened to me droning on about debate club drama, I'm sure it can't be as boring as that."

"I didn't think it was boring."

"Yang, don't avoid the question."

"Fiiine." Yang relented. "I guess I used to... enjoy gym class."

"Shocker."

"Shut up." Yang said playfully with a smile she tried to suppress. "I used to get in trouble too, I got into fights."

"Really?"

"Well, only if they were messing with my little sist- uuum." Yang stopped herself, eyes widening. "Did you want another tea? I could pull the waitress over if you wanted-"

"You have a sister?" Blake asked.

"...Had."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

Without thinking, Blake reached across the table and grabbed Yang's hand.

"If you need to talk, let me know."

Yang looked at a loss for words, her mouth opening and closing multiple times.

"Thanks." Yang answered softly. "But I'm fine, honestly. How about you? What's your family like?"

And then Blake went on to talk about her family. She shared some crazy antics, some heartfelt moments, some silly arguments they had. Blake was honestly surprised with herself, she never opened up like this. She kept everyone, but Ruby and Weiss, at a distance. That way she couldn't get hurt anymore. But Yang was breaking through those barriers she put up like a bulldozer. She couldn't do anything to stop it.

Perhaps she didn't want to stop it.

She only wished that Yang would open up to her. The girl seemed like an open book, but there was so much she kept concealed. Maybe if they spent more time together, Blake would ease her way in. That maybe she could worm her way into Yang's heart as the blonde had done with her.

XxXxX

After Yang paid for Blake's breakfast (though she protested very much) They parted ways. But not before making plans for the next day. Yang was worried Blake would become nervous or suspicious, but she jumped at the opportunity to hang out again. Good, she was in for sure now. And she had her number (or at least, now Blake knew that she had her number, so it wouldn't be weird that she knew it) and she could keep contact. She took a right into the alley and waited for them to say something. It did not take them as long this time.

"Report."

"She has been opening up to me. We're growing closer."

"Excellent, I knew you were the right choice for this."

"There might be a little problem though."

"What is it?"

"I think... she may have feelings for me."

"Hmmm," The voice hummed in thought. "That is troubling."

"What should I do?"

"Keep close, but set the boundaries. You are her friend."

"Y-yeah. Friend."

"Yang, you have not developed feelings for her, right?"

"What? O-of course not." Yang insisted.

"You know what will happen if-"

"I know! You don't have to worry."

"Alright, I'd just hate to see you waste all you have been given on some girl."

"She's not some girl. Everyone is special and precious."

"Sometimes I think you are far too good, Yang. Even for us."

Yang sighed.

"Anyways, we have plans to meet up tomorrow too. I also gave her the impression that I won't be here for a long time, so I think she'll jump at the opportunity to meet with me."

"Smart, Yang. Keep up the good work and remember to make her happy."

"Yeah, I will." Yang said, ending their conversation. But, something felt a bit different than the day before.

She felt conflicted. Was it bad if she liked the way Blake looked at her? Was it bad if she liked the feel of Blake's hand on hers? Was is so bad that she wanted to hug her? To keep her safe? No, it couldn't be. I mean, wasn't that part of her job? She had helped so many others before her. She was sure they looked at her like Blake had. She was sure they held her hand and gave her hugs. But, she thought nothing of it. She was doing her job and they were appreciative. But with Blake, it was the first time that she truly wished to do these things.

Blake was also the only one that actually wanted to know more about Yang, that wasn't ok with just rambling on and on about her problems. Sure it was dangerous for Yang to let so much information through, but how could she say no to the girl?

When she looked at her with those honey colored eyes, she got a sugar rush.

The girl may not eat sweets, but she certainly was sweet herself.

XxXxX

"How did I know that you two would be here?" Blake said when she entered her apartment. She dropped her keys into the bowl on the table by the door and walked over to the couple that were situated in the living room. The red and white pair were apparently playing some sort of card game. By the way Weiss had her arms crossed in displeasure, Ruby was clearly winning. Glad to have some sort of distraction from her imminent defeat, Weiss got out of her chair to greet her friend.

"Blake! How did you're date go?"

"Heeey! Weiss, I was just about to win." Ruby whined.

"This is a little more important than a simple card game."

"No, I really think you should finish that game." Blake said with a smug smirk. "I can wait."

Weiss snapped her head to face Blake again. She looked at her as if she had just run over her cat.

"Traitor."

"Sore loser." Blake corrected. She then leaned over to address Ruby. "Kick her butt, Ruby."

"With pleasure!" The bubbly red-head called back.

The grumpy heiress stomped over to the table and picked her cards back up again as she prepared for her inevitable defeat. Anyone who had played games with the heiress knew how competitive the girl would get. Many would try and console her when she lost, but those closest to her teased her endlessly for it. It was all in jest of course, but it was also to help her.

Weiss had a perfection complex. Everything had to be just right. All of her plans had to be followed exactly, all of her actions were calculated, and if she was doing something for the first time, you better believe that she expected to get it right automatically. Or at least, that's how she used to be. And when she was like that, she was miserable. The pressure to be the perfect girl, it tore her apart. That's why Ruby was so good for her. She didn't care if she was perfect. In fact, she encouraged her to mess up, make mistakes and learn. She would change her perfect plans, throw a wrench in what she was doing, get her to do things she knew she would not be able to master right away.

And it actually helped. Weiss began to relax, to realize that it was ok to mess up. The issue was that this would still pop up every now and then. Like with card games. So if they were to beat the heiress, it was important to not let her back out of it (as she had tried to do this numerous times in the past).

The game was over in only two turns and Ruby rose from her seat, bowing to an imaginary audience.

"I'd like to thank Blake, for letting me actually complete this game. And I'd like to thank my girlfriend, for being such a gracious loser."

"Ha ha very funny." Weiss deadpanned. "Now can we get back to the subject of Blake's date."

"Oh yeah!" Ruby exclaimed, speeding over to the girl in question. "How was it?"

"N-not a date!" Blake stuttered, her face growing increasingly red. Her lips still managed to curve upwards as she recalled the past events. "But it was nice."

"Awwww, what did you guys do?"

"Not too much, we just walked around and got breakfast."

"That sounds like a Blake date." Ruby snickered.

"I'm not sure if that's an insult or not."

"It's not." Weiss assured. "It just seems that this girl has a good read on you. She knows what you like, what you need."

"Yeah, she is actually very perceptive. It kind of makes sense though, given her job."

"What does she do?" Ruby asked.

"See that's the thing. I don't exactly know. She's very secretive about it. But from what she said, she observes people and their behaviors? I think she tries to help people? I wonder if she's a social worker or something like that." Blake puzzled out loud.

"What did she have to eat for breakfast." Ruby asked suddenly with a sense of urgency.

"Um, she didn't actually eat with me. She had breakfast before hand. Why?"

"No reason. It's fine." Ruby said, taking on her pensive expression from the previous night.

"No offense, Ruby, but I don't think you can tell what her profession is based on how she takes her eggs." Blake quipped in a attempt to alleviate her friend's sudden bad mood.

"You'd be surprised, you know." Ruby replied, bouncing back to her normal jovial self. "I mean, I like 'em scrambled. And Weiss over here likes them sunny side up, but if you break the yolk before she can, forget it."

"Hey, I like to do that myself. It tastes better that way." Weiss defended.

"But I don't like eggs, what does that say about me?" Blake interjected.

"Maybe you're just weird." Weiss said, sticking out her tongue.

"Wooow." Blake said as Ruby started giggling from her girlfriend's jab. "Anyways, you might have a point about food telling something about a person, Ruby. Tell you what, next time we eat out, I'll be sure to let you know what she ordered. Does this sound ok, oh wise food guru?"

"This is acceptable, my young pupil."

"I'm older than you."

"Only in body." Ruby replied somewhat seriously before receiving a jab in the side from Weiss. "Ow, what? I'm just saying that I am wise beyond my years."

"Alright wise guy, we should get going." Weiss told her. "We have a family dinner to get to."

"Yikes, I'm sorry." Blake told her friend. She knew how demanding and stressful her parents could be. Family dinners were more like interrogations than amicable get-togethers.

"It's alright, I'll be there to help." Ruby grinned, the ever supportive girlfriend. Weiss smiled warmly and they moved out of their seats in the dining room and towards the door. After Ruby had left, Weiss remained by the door and ushered Blake closer.

"Hey, I just want you to be careful with this girl. She may seem sweet, but remember that you don't really know her, ok?"

"I... Yeah, I guess you're right." Blake said rubbing her neck. Maybe she was a bit too trusting of the girl. Weiss had a point, she didn't really know Yang yet.

"Call you after dinner?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Blake said, leaning in to give the shorter girl a quick hug. She closed the door behind Weiss and started heading further into her apartment with the intent of picking up a book to read. However, she turned back to ask Weiss what time she would call before the two left. As she opened up the door, however, she realized that she was listening into a conversation that wasn't meant for her ears.

"Are you alright?" Weiss asked in a hushed tone. Ruby was staring down at her feet.

"Yeah, yeah I am. Besides, we don't know for sure it's her."

"But if it is?" Weiss asked. Ruby looked up at her with an appreciative smile.

"Then we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." She told her, leaning forward for a small peck.

Blake closed her door softly, not wanting to alert them to her presence. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop in on their conversation, but she didn't really feel too bad about it. By the way they were talking, it was apparent that the conversation was concerning Blake.

Were they talking about Yang? First Weiss' warning and now this? Why were they so worried about her? Sure, Blake didn't know much about the blonde, but neither did they. They were just expressing how happy they were for her. So what was with the hushed conversations and worry. It didn't sit well with Blake.

Not at all.