The Plot of Yang Xiao Long

A/N: There's a shout-out to one of my favorite RWBY fics in here, whoever finds it first gets a request. By the way, vote on the poll in my pro if you could. It helps me decide what to write next. And I know this was meant to go up yesterday, but this website and my laptop hate each other with a flaming passion.

Pyrrha stirred in her sleep, a trace of annoyance flashing across her face as a gust of cold air blew over her leg. She shivered, and her dream shifted.

"Pyrrha" Mother began, sitting beside her on Pyrrha's bed. "I think it's time we had a little talk."

Pyrrha's eyes widened. "Mother, I-"

Mother cut her off by raising a hand. "Now, I'm not going to force you to sit here and listen to the basics. After all, you're a two-time tournament champion now. I'm sure you've, ah... worked most of it out yourself." She sent her daughter a knowing smile. "For now, I'm just going to give you a little advice on the morning after, okay? But if you ever need any more specific advice, I'm here for you. I am quite knowledgeable on the subject, you know. "She gave Pyrrha a cheeky grin, which Pyrrha stalwartly ignored any implications of.

She coughed and continued. "Anyway, it's important to know how to react. It all depends on how much you like the guy... or girl," She added, looking at Pyrrha out of the corner of her eye. "And how much they like you."

"Sometimes, you want to leave as soon as you can. In those cases, it's best to just slip out quietly, at about five. It's a good time, late enough so you won't run into anyone still partying, but early enough that you won't have enough people around to really have a walk of shame, and they'll probably still be asleep."

"Why would I ever do" Pyrrha's voice dropped to a whisper, "That with someone I'd be ashamed off?"

Her mother smiled wistfully. "Attraction is a very powerful force, Pyrrha."

"Anyway, other times you might want to stick around for a while. In those cases, when you're at his house, just relax and go back to sleep. It's way better that way, because then you'll know how he stands. If he makes you breakfast, he's a keeper, or at least probably trying to keep you, and if he lets you sleep, he's at least not that much of a prick. The one's you know don't want much to do with you are the ones who wake you up and get you to leave."

"What if I'm with someone I really want to stay with?"

Mother chuckled, and her smile grew a bit more mischievous. "In that case, when you wake up, you reach under the blankets and just-" PIPIPIPPIP

Pyrrha's eyes shot open, and she reached for her scroll with a groan.

Bleary green met alert lilac.

"Nikos, we need to talk. Meet me on the roof."

Pyrrha's eyes narrowed. Something looked off about Yang. She blinked, then realized Yang seemed to be waiting for a response.

"Whats-" Yang hung up.

Pyrrha sat up, and checked her watch.

The world sharpened into focus.

"The fuck does she want at three in the morning?"

When Pyrrha made it to the roof, she found Yang gazing at the stars.

Yang turned.

Her breath hitched.

The moonlight was giving every inch of Yang's exposed skin a nearly ethereal glow, and that was quite a bit of exposed skin, seeing as the shirt she was wearing probably would've fit Ruby.

Now, Pyrrha had realized when she came to Beacon that everyone there looked incredible at all times of the day. Pyrrha had also realized that her mother's 'gentle' teasing abut 'experimentation' going on at higher level schools was completely true. However, Pyrrha had a tad bit of a stubborn streak, and her mother reminding her time and again that of course she'd have no problem with Pyrrha finding a nice girl, and Pyrrha responding over and over again that she didn't see other women that way had made her resolve to proving her mother wrong.

Ergo, she'd quickly formulated what had become a tried and trusted response to being exposed to an extremely attractive woman.

'I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight'

Yang's brows furrowed. "You alright, Nikos? You're muttering a bit." Her hand strayed upwards to her hair, the moonlight reflecting beautifully off it's raven-like sheen.

Raven-like sheen?

Pyrrha snapped back to reality. "Your hair is black!"

Yang took in a slow breath, and let it out with a sigh.

"I'd noticed, thanks." She crossed her arms underneath her-

'Straight Straight Straight Straight Straight'

"Why- why is your hair black?"

Yang smiled, a dangerous light entering her eyes. "I'm glad you asked, Nikos. See, when you texted me earlier, and asked for a distraction, I damn well gave you one. As a direct result of my assistance, Weiss is pissed."

"What did you do, anyway? I heard it took Weiss an hour to get the color out."

Yang looked away, a smile fighting it's way onto her face. "Heh. Don't worry about that. What you do need to know is what happened after she got it all out. Well..."

-Flashback to Team RWBY's Room, 9:00 PM-

Yang hugged her hair. "Not a fucking chance. I love you, Weiss, and I'm sorry about the prank, but you washed that out pretty quickly. There's not a chance in hell I'd let you dye my hair."

Weiss smiled grimly, and reached out to trail a hand up Yang's arm. "Yang, sweetie-" Yang flinched at the sickly-sweet tone. "I'm a firm believer in an eye for an eye, and obviously that means I have to do something to your hair. Either you can let me dye it, or I can cut it. "Yang flinched. "Tonight." Flinch. "While you're sleeping."

Yang's eyes widened, and she stepped forward. "But, baby, I- I mean-"

Weiss' smile widened, and Yang would hereafter swear that Weiss had fangs she'd kept hidden from everyone.

"And I probably won't have the time to find scissors, so Myrtenaster will have to do."

Yang slumped.

-End Flashback-

"So, naturally, I had no choice but to let her, y'know? I wasn't going to take the chance of waking up with hair like Jaune's or something. Plus, cutting your hair with a sword probably leads to all kinds of split ends."

Pyrrha blinked. "I like Jaune's hair."

Yang's face grew pained. "Of course you do, Pumpkin."

"Pumpkin?"

Yang smiled widely. "I could always call you Pete!"

Pyrrha sighed.

Yang walked to Pyrrha and threw an arm around her, proving once again that she had next to no sense of personal space. "Aaaaanyway, now I need some help getting back on Weiss' good side."

Pyrrha made a halfhearted attempt to shrug Yang's arm off. "What do I have to do? And why'd we have to meet this early in the morning?"

"Wellllllll..." Yang turned to her, grinning. "How comfortable are you in lingerie?"

Pyrrha narrowed her eyes at the former-blonde. "Significantly more comfortable than you'll be in the infirmary should your plan involve me wearing any."

Yang rolled her eyes, and finally let the redhead go. "It's a joke, Nikos. I just need some advice."

Pyrrha raised her eyebrow. "Why would you come to me?" Yang's face fell. "I'm happy to help, of course", She added quickly. "but I'm just curious as to why you decided to come to me."

Yang scratched the back of her head. "Well, it was basically process of elimination. She chuckled, casting a nervous glance at Pyrrha. Knew I couldn't get Ren or Nora alone, Ruby's not exactly good with social situations, Blake thought I deserved it, and Jaune is Jaune, y'know?"

Pyrrha nodded solemnly. "Yes, I can see how Jaune wouldn't have been the best person for advice."

Yang let out a short bark of laughter. "Yeah, I can't even play the guitar."

They shared a quick giggle.

"So", Yang asked. "Any ideas?"

Pyrrha nodded. "Don't worry Yang, I've got a plan."

Yang raised an eyebrow.

TWO DAYS LATER

It started with the notes. Weiss found no less than thirty that day, all containing various compliments and apologies. Then, it was Yang offering to carry her books, opening doors for her, even reprimanding Ruby to pay more attention in class so she wouldn't have to.

Yang even offered to pack her lunch, to which she responded with a scathing glare. Granted, Weiss had wanted to accept, but she had already told Yang she wouldn't be speaking with her for the rest of the week and she'd learned early on in their relationship that she had to 'stick to her guns' when dealing with the surprisingly charming former-blonde. So, she'd made Yang leave the room while she prepared her lunch, a not-insignificant part of her looking forward to whatever note she found next. Yang did not disappoint, as the abundance of paper packed into her Scroll's case proved.

Weiss had just sat her lunch on the table when Pyrrha tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to see the larger girl smiling nervously down at her. "I'm sorry for this, but Mother's been telling me to get it over with."

"Sorry for what?"

Pyrrha cleared her throat. "In accordance with Mistral tradition, I challenge you, Weiss Schnee, for the hand of Jaune Arc".

The table went silent. Out of the corner of her eye, Weiss saw Jaune go pale, as Ruby leaned closer to Nora, and whispered. Unfortunately, the aforementioned silence did nothing to mask her words. "She knows that Weiss is like, super gay, right?"

Weiss threw a quick glare at her leader, then turned back to Pyrrha. "I'm assuming you're not grievously offended enough to keep me from refusing."

Pyrrha nodded, blushing furiously.

Weiss rolled her eyes. "I refuse. I hereby give up all claim to Jaune, and defer to your superior affection, and all that. I didn't know your family cared about the old traditions that much." She said, eyeing the redhead.

Pyrrha sighed, and took the seat beside her. "Neither did I."

Weiss opened her lunch to find a note. While she'd expected Yang to take this chance, she was surprised to see it's contents.

'Check underneath your salad'

She did so, eyeing her now raven-haired girlfriend.

She found three slips of paper. The first said, Forgive me yet? The other two were tickets to a prominent opera Weiss had been looking forward to. A prominent, sold out, opera.

She stared at Yang for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, fine. How?"

"Pyrrha's mom knows a guy."

She turned to Pyrrha. "And you helped because...?"

Pyrrha sighed. "Owed her a favor."

"Soooooo?" Yang drawled. "Am I forgiven yet?"

Weiss glared at her. "You're forgiven. But if you ever-"

Yang hugged her. "I won't. I love you."

Weiss hugged back.

Epilogue

Blake still hasn't came back from the library. Professor Goodwitch has organized a search party.