AUTHOR NOTE: Well hello again, thank you everyone for your support. I hope this series is going where you want it to. I do not own RWBY.
Chapter Eight:
Yang stared Blankley into her mirror in her abandoned dormitory, her face was daunt something in her felt like her days were numbered. Ever since the appearance of Crimson she had felt empty like she was looking at someone she used to know. Yang shed no tears as she wrapped her bloody hand up, this was going to be a hard battle but she felt confidence in her self to defeat this stranger. Blake opened the door slowly peeking around to make sure she had not walked into a personal moment for Yang. Everyone on team WBY had certainty seen better times, but Yang seemed to be taking everything the worse. Ever since the tragedy with Young Ruby, Blake could hardly stand to look at Yang. But Blake loved Yang as wanted to see her bounce back from the hell she had been putting herself in. No one was to blame for what happened that night they all just needed to move past and keep working on becoming huntresses.
Blake approached Yang and put a shaky hand on her shoulder trying her best to find words to encourage her. Nothing came to mind except telling Yang how she felt, maybe that would start a fire in the girl. Blake pushed those thoughts from her head that would be selfish of her. Suddenly Blake found herself on the ground pinned underneath Yang whose eyes were a fire red. They looked dead though everything about Yang looked defeated like she had no life left. A Tear escaped her eye as she forced her Lips on Blake's.
"If this had been a different kind of story maybe we could have been together" was all Yang could say before she charged out of the room leaving Blake in a mess lying on the floor.
"Ruby I wish you were still here" Blake cried out her emotions finally getting the better of her.
Cinder sat in her dorm watching Yang hack at a tree with her fist. A smile played on her face as she raised an eyebrow to Crimson to come join her watch her old sister fall apart at the seems.
A giggled escaped Crimsons lips as she watched Yang, her hand finding Cinders and gripping it tight.
"I get to show her red tomorrow" Crimson said with a wicked smile on her face.
The day was still as the crowd filtered into the stadium for the final match of the tournament, everyone seemed buzzing with excitement taking bets on who would win the match. It seemed Yang was favored due to her prowess in hand to hand combat. At that Crimson seemed to chuckle as she changed into her dueling garb.
Her outfit for this match was something special Cinder had given her. A flaming red dress that went from black as night to red as fire, infused with dust. And a black cloak that was darker then night. Her weapon Molten thorn at her side, it was time to bring forward stage three of the plan.
Yang already stood in the middle of the stadium with a cocky grin on her face, Crimson wanted to wipe that look of her face within a split second. But she had to take her time with this one, needed her sister to feel hope just to be crushed. The stadium was a flat metal surface, this was perfect for crimson who needed space for her glyphs. She walked into the middle to shake hands with Yang, who extended her hand but Crimson took it and shook it crushing it hard causing Yang to almost scream in pain but a death glare from Crimson caused the poor girl to swallow the pain.
Crimson extended her weapon into two blades as she sized up her older sister, no her enemy. Yang was going to pay for killing her, was going to pay for betraying her. She had loved and trusted Yang with her whole heart. Yang had thrown that all away and now she was going to pay. Torcher wasn't enough, she didn't care that Yang was suffering. With a swift flick of her wrist Crimson flitted forward using Yangs surprise to her advantage.
She pressed the edge of the blade to her throat and gave her a wink. "That would be to easy wouldn't it?" she said as she with drew back. Yang tried to send a half hearted punch her way which she blocked easily with her hand. Fists and kicks were flying around all around the stadium as they began to trade heavy blows but Crimson just had this wide grin on her face as she easily kept up with her Yang, allowing her to get a couple of blows in but returning them right back.
She could see the hope in Yang's eye as the two of them continued to spare, but the pace was to much for Yang and she could see the blonde was growing tired her punches becoming more lazy. She couldn't allow her to give up now, Crimson took a rather heavy blow and landed on the ground. Yang tried to pull a finishing punch on her but she took that opportunity to extend her sword to chop 4 inches of hair of the girl. Now we have a fight, Crimson thought as fire filled Yang's aura.
The crowd erupted with cheers for Yang as she started throwing fast fiery punched but Crimson easily evaded all of them, this match had seemed to go on for long enough. Crimson stopped two blowing punches and stepped into Yang's aura. With a smile she unfurled Molten Thorn to reveal the scythe that resided in the blade. A scythe with a single rose insignia on the blade the rest was flame. She raised an eyebrow and said calmly "want to see what I can do with this?".