Quick note: this story has very different tone from all of my others so far. I personally think it really adds to the universe, but I thought about what people may want, and wrote it so that this chapter can be skipped. So if you don't want to get a smile from my 'parade of darkness' (someone was trying to be mean and called the story that, but I actually liked the phrase), then just keep moving on. This is more of a heartwarming chapter, and it doesn't contain anything a person would need to keep going forward in the story.
"Hmmm… I wonder how that will turn out?" As a pair of deep purple eyes stared down on the watery scene playing out in front of her, she couldn't help but wonder if things would have ended up differently if she had been able to be down there with her sister and Weiss. Maybe if there had been three, the two loners wouldn't have been ambushed. For a few seconds she imagined herself standing next to Ruby and Weiss, squaring up to the bandits and facing them head on while her two teammates supplied her with backup. But shaking that image out of her head, knowing it would never be, Yang just joked to herself quietly while she watched Weiss.
Bah… there's no point in mourning what could have been. I can't do much nowadays besides root from the sidelines and cheer them on. I wish I could even feel some remorse over everything they've gone through. Instead I'm just feeling jazzed about… well… everything.
It had taken some adjusting getting used to the whole weightlessness thing, being able to just float around wherever she pleased. And also being able to just appear wherever she wanted had been extremely disorienting. Yang remembered for the first few weeks she hadn't been able to hold herself anywhere for more than a few seconds before an errant thought carried her to the location of another one of the stray memories that her subconscious had suddenly conjured up.
Five years had given her some time to practice though, and Yang could now calmly follow from high above the earthbound blonde's path down the river as Weiss was whipped around by the rapids. Weiss's unconscious body somehow still appeared graceful in the grips of the waves, and while it may have been painful for Weiss to be tossed around in the waves, to Yang it looked as though her friend was performing some underwater ballet recital. Yang had always been jealous about the heiress's unconscious grace, up until the very end when she passed. Before she had seen herself in the memories of others after her death, Yang had always unconsciously seen herself as a big bumbling brute. She hadn't cared, but that was what she thought. She now knew she had always been just as lithe in her own way. But all of this thought brought something else into question: why was Yang even here watching Weiss?
Yang was fond of the heiress, even if to this day Weiss's uppity no good, goody two shoes attitude annoyed the blonde to no end, and truly felt pity for her old teammate's struggles. But Yang didn't consider her as important to her as someone else who was off a few miles in the distance. But for some reason Yang didn't want to keep hovering over her sister at this particular moment, in contrast to how she had hovered over Ruby's shoulder as she had been over the past five years. When the fight broke out, Yang for some reason decided to follow Weiss into the ravine instead of stick with her sister. And the golden ghost wasn't exactly sure why.
From both a million miles away, as well as directly in her ear, Yang heard a playful voice ask: "So you really would be okay with missing it?"
Yang smiled as she turned around in the air, momentarily taking her view off of Weiss. Hurtling towards her across the sky was a black shooting star, trailing streaks of purple and gold. And as it slowed to a stop next to her, Yang was momentarily blinded by black light. But it wasn't the darkness that a child would ever fear; it was the securing inkiness a person felt before they faded off to peaceful sleep.
Now hovering next to Yang stood her old flame Blake, still dressed in all black. Old habits die-hard. And even dying hadn't put a scratch in that particular trend.
"You're late!" While the outcry may have seemed furious to anyone else, they both knew better. Yang wasn't actually mad; she could never be mad at Blake. After a half a second, where it would have mad more sense to go on a mini tirade on the faunas, Yang just raised an eyebrow at the other spirit, asking what was on her mind. "...and why is it that every time I see you… you look more and more like a cat?" It wasn't an overstatement. Blake really did look more feline than she had been a few hours ago when they had split off to do their own things for a few hours, now with much larger ears and sharper teeth, which the faunas couldn't have hidden behind her smiling lips even if she wanted to. Blake was still as beautiful as she had been in life, but in a more stylized way than before.
The raven haired girl just shrugged her shoulders. "Like I'm the only one here who's changed. Yesterday your hair was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay curlier than it is now. And where did the extra four inches of height you had on me go hmm?" After a second of thought, Blake hissed: "Also, I distinctly remember somebody saying they wanted some alone time last night... you wanted to mope and mourn or some shit?"
"Alright, alright… take a chill pill. Did you get up on the wrong side of the scratching post? You seemed fine last night..."
Waving off the innuendo, Blake just sighed at the bad attempt at a joke. "Har har har… but still, we should go watch Ruby instead." Floating down gently, Blake came to a stop with her decent about a foot above Weiss's submerged form. Reaching out towards Weiss, attempting for the millionth time over the past seven years to touch her pale friend through the water, Blake's hand only passed like vapor through Weiss's cheek. Blake didn't know why her heart fell every time she failed to connect with either Ruby or Weiss, she would honestly be more surprised if it ever did work. Sighing and pulling back slightly, Blake muttered to herself absentmindedly. "Weiss is an A, there's no point in rooting for her."
Flying across the surface of the water to keep up with Weiss, Blake turned back over so she was parallel to the heiress and looking up at Yang, who had descended down to the bottom of the ravine with the two girls, although she was the only one of them still floating in an upright position. "Come on Yang, let's go."
"To be honest Blake…" Yang squirmed uncomfortably for a second before grumbling: "I'd just rather not know until after the fact."
"What! Come on Yang, this is important! I was there when you di-" Blake's statement ended abruptly, already knowing that what she had said probably wasn't the best argument for why Yang should be there.
"Yeah, and I'm soooooo glad you were there for that! Even I don't remember anything from that night, and you have no idea how creepy it was when you were the one to explain to me how I died. It's even worse to think that you were there creeping on me the whole time!"
"Come on, it would be worse if I hadn't watched over you... wouldn't it? If it makes you feel any better he became an immediate D and died the next day that way too."
"It does but it doesn't. Still, I'd rather just find out in a month or too when Ruby either shows up or not."
Flipping over so that her bare feet now pointed towards Yang, although no gravity affected her black hair, Blake said "come on! Have some faith! You were a U also when you died, and you're here now!"
Yang thought about that for a second, passing through a tree branch as though it wasn't even there while she followed the two beneath her. A, U, and D. Accepted, Undetermined, and Denied.
Yang remembered a few of the conversations she'd had with older spirits, ones who had passed and moved into this bliss centuries ago. Up until around ten years ago, the rules for being a good person had always been pretty uniform. It didn't matter your race, religion, sexual preference (which was a good thing because that could have terminated all of team RWBY's chances right there in one fell swoop), political view, or lineage. All that mattered was if you were a decent human being. Literally all you had to do was not be a piece of shit… and you were in.
But around ten years ago, a few years before the world fell, the criteria changed slightly. Now it was more of a fluctuating line, and standards didn't seem to be the same for everyone. Murder didn't seem to stain your soul forever anymore, if you could justify it. Now it seemed as though a person could eventually work free of their guilt.
"Still, I didn't see if she was still a U when she got shot, I had left to follow Weiss before that. And Ruby has done a lot more…uh... things than I ever did. Are you telling me you aren't the least bit concerned for her?"
Blake just smiled up at Yang and went: "Nope! I have-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, faith and all that mumbo jumbo. You've told me before".
Blake only laughed at being cut off by her wife. There would have been a time, before she had given up on all of her worries, when getting interrupted had been one of the most angering things in the world. Now she just found it amusing to see the usually boisterous soul in front of her fretting over something that Blake viewed as a trivial matter. "Yes Blake. Because I have faith."
"Well, I'm a little worried still; I probably will be for a while! We won't be able to catch up with her while she's jumping around all over the place, so I only way I'll be able to know if she's actually here is when she starts slowing down." The last part of Yang's sentence came out in a jumble, and she wasn't sure if Blake had gotten all of that.
A small smile tugged at the sides of Blake's lips, although she massaged her face to rub it out. With a wry smile Blake purred: "Okay then, how about I give you some cold hard facts." Blake flipped herself over so that she was eye to eye with Yang again, and hooked her arm through the blonde's while keeping pace with Weiss's tumbling body. Weiss appeared to be breaking the surface just often enough to keep on being saved from the edge of drowning.
Without thinking about it, Yang nuzzled her face into the hollow of Blake's throat, immediately creating a giant mat of knots between the two of them. Blake started her carefully laid out argument, even if it was a waste of time. "So, I've talked to Summer multiple times, who's watched over Ruby her entire death-"
Yang interrupted Blake, fighting off a smirk while commenting. "Odd way of putting it."
"-her entire death. And she told me that Ruby was an A for the entire period leading up to the end. Which is obvious. I can't imagine her ever having done something too bad while we were around…"
"Hey, you don't know, she might have robbed some bank that we aren't aware of," Yang joked. "Torchwick might have corrupted her while we weren't watching."
Again, a small smile pulled at the edges of Blake's lips. "She continued to be an A, up until that one incident… where she became a D."
Yang stiffened at the sound of her sister being denied. It wouldn't be fair, not in the blonde's eyes.
Blake just went on, pretending to not notice the change in Yang's posture. "From there, she spent a few months as a D, and then went to be a U. Record setting time for something... like... what she did. She stayed like that for two years, and then over the past three your sister went back to fluctuating back and forth between U and A."
Yang gave out a large sigh, her worry beginning to fade while next to the faunas. It was amazing how relaxing the afterlife had been for them. Yang remembered the first time she had run into Blake in this new world.
After a solid month of suddenly appearing and disappearing without any reason, or without any reason that could actually explain what was going on, Yang had assumed that she had gone mad. It made the most sense really. She went to sleep, dreading entering the old manufacturing factory the next day, and then was suddenly in Ruby's old apartment.
Waking up already standing in the center of the room, Yang whipped her head around while she took in the room. Why am I here?
Ruby hadn't lived in this apartment since she had finished schooling when she turned nineteen, two years ahead of the usual curve. She didn't want to be left behind by the rest of the group. And as soon as she got home from graduation, her landlord promptly kicked the unruly tenant out. Ruby had spent the few months leading up to the end dragging her feet looking for a new place while couch surfing at Weiss's, although her balcony apartment overlooking Beacon had never found a new tenant. After all the things Ruby had done in the apartment, it smelled so much like a garage that the odder still lingered after the three years of seclusion from the world. The room was ripped to shreds, although a few of the old schematic's still decorated the walls here and there.
For some reason the blonde started going weak in the knees, and she reached out to grab a table corner to steady herself. But when Yang reached out to grab the edge of the table, her hand flew through the wood instead of grabbing the corner like she had planned. But before Yang could be shocked by that, she was whisked off by her mind to her own apartment, which she had shared with Blake.
Over the next week, Yang jumped from place to place, never staying in the same spot for more than a few seconds. At first the blonde just thought it was some chaotic stress dream. But as the days went on, and Yang didn't feel herself waking up, she began to assume that she had either slipped into a coma, or had just gone bonkers.
As she ran out of memories to expose and review, Yang's chaotic path across all of Vale began to slow down. Yang began to spend more and more time in single places, eventually learning to tether herself to a single idea. She'd always lose control at some point and slip away though, maybe three or four minutes after she arrived. Sometimes she would notice the area grow dark right before she left, even if she was standing in the middle of the Forever Fall in the middle of the day.
But it finally happened, one day as Yang hung over Summer Rose's grave. Her aunt. Her sister's (through love if not by blood) mother. Yang had never met Ruby's mother. She hadn't even been here herself. The closest she had ever gotten was at the bottom of the road, where she had waited on her motorcycle with Weiss while Ruby gave her respects in peace. But now Yang found it interesting that she had never known where Ruby's favorite quote had come from. From an old, washed up poet.
And Thus Kindly I Scatter.
"LAAAAAAAME."
Yang groaned as she began to fade off again. Yang had always assumed that was Ruby's catchphrase because that was what her semblance did. It scattered rose petals everywhere. And seriously everywhere. Yang remembered back when they were kids, just after Ruby learned that she even had a semblance, her redheaded cousin would leave rose petals everywhere… just like how kids tracked in mud with their shoes. It was seriously annoying. Yang slid on them constantly, and had taken out a good number of her mother's favorite vases when she slipped on a pile of rose petals and would grab a countertop for balance.
A quarter second before she completely disappeared though, she saw a blur of black out of the side of her eye. And in the moment where she simultaneously hung above the grave, nowhere, and in her childhood bedroom, she felt a firm hand make a hasty grasp on her own. It was the first contact she had felt since she had begun her bought of insanity, at least the insanity Yang thought she had fallen into. And with the firm grip it felt as though she had, for the first time, been anchored to reality again.
"Finally," Yang heard a voice from behind her sigh. Turning around, Yang saw the mischievous smile of her girl, which she had missed terribly for two whole years. It struck a long silent chord within her when she heard a deep purring voice behind her joke: "Sometimes I seriously wonder if you're worth all the trouble I go through for you."
Yang's eyes misted over, but before she could open her mouth and say anything Yang felt herself being pulled off again, although for the first time the blonde couldn't tell where she was going to end up. It felt different begin brought somewhere instead of just appearing there. It felt more ominous, and she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as she passed through total darkness while the world whipped by her. Blake seemed to know where she was going though, and without even thinking about it Yang tightened her grip on her partner, feeling the surrounding shadows beginning to fade.
When Yang opened her eyes, she saw that Blake had whisked her off to an old hill, which seemed both familiar and not. After a few seconds of silence Yang suddenly remembered the old school woods surrounding Beacon, and was terrified as she felt herself begin to fade away again. But after a half second she felt Blake's hand clamp down even tighter on her own, and that seemed to her hold her in place.
Swallowing loudly, using her voice in the first time since... however long this chaos had gone on for, Yang quipped lightly to the girl next to her. "While I'm really happy to see you Blake, could you let go of me for a second. My hand is getting kinda sweaty."
"Not a chance. I've chased you around for the past two weeks, and I'm not going to let you out of my sights again anytime soon." Blake ran her free hand through her hair, looking at the scenery in front of them. Yang hadn't seen Blake in two years, but even after all this time she knew that look on Blake's face. Blake was severely annoyed about something, and as the faunas looked around it seemed as though she was shooting the snow a glare, as if mad it was even daring to be there in the first place.
"Uh huh… sure. So, come on, cat got your tongue? What's going on?"
Freezing for a half second, Blake turned to Yang and gave her the most withering look the faunas could manage. "Are you serious? You're the love of my life, my one and only soul mate, and that's the first thing you say to me? We dated for three years, I proposed to you, married you, widowed you, watched over you for the past two… and your first comment to me is a stupid pun?"
"Ouch Blake. And they call Weiss 'Ice Queen'. You loved my puns … also, the first thing I said to you was that I was really happy to see you."
"Pfff… like that makes a difference. I'm sure that pun was the only thing on your tiny brain anyway..." Blake looked off to the side dejected, her extra set of ears flat against her head. "How did I get stuck with pun queen," the faunas mock complained.
Yang pulled Blake closer to her, ignoring her sweaty palm, and rested her head on top of the shorter faunas's. "I really am happy to see you."
"...hm," was Blake's only reply, although she did lean into Yang's embrace.
"So, um... while this is great... what's going on? I mean, like, am I on some spirit walk or something?"
Blake chuckled slightly while answering Yang elusively. "You could say that."
"Come on Blake, I want to know. Am I going to wake up from this at some point? Or am I just having the greatest coma of all time?"
"Nope...," Blake answered again mysteriously.
"Nope to the coma, or nope to the waking up?" After a half second where Blake just smiled up at Yang slyly, obviously with no intent to answer, Yang was forced to start guessing. "Uh... am I tripping on some of those berries Weiss told us were edible? I told her they looked like a bad idea, but when she and Ruby ate them I couldn't be the only one to bitch out."
A small laugh came from Blake when she answered "while you were smart to think that, no. You remembered those berries from when I told you about the things that we faunas can't eat."
"You have any experience with them?"
"Yep. Worst. High. Ever. Nothing made any sense..." While Yang didn't hear all of what Blake mumbled, she did distinctly hear the phrase "giant pink rabbits", although she decided that was a topic to discuss for another day.
"Come on Blake! You know I'm horrible with guesses. Just tell me!"
Sighing heavily, Blake pulled herself away from Yang, although she still held onto the Blonde's hand. Turning her slightly so that Yang was facing a large gap in the trees, Blake leaned in and whispered into Yang's ear. "Does this place seem familiar?"
At first glance, Yang would have said no. She didn't remember dead trees, old rock ledges, or the icy still stream far off to her right. But as her imagination took over, her answer changed. Suddenly Yang saw the echos of white streamers between autumn red tree branches, rows upon rows of white chairs... and a pure white arch laced with yellow roses at the hilltop.
After a second of hesitation, Blake let go of Yang's hand and disappeared for a half second, reappearing where their arch had one been. "It didn't last as long as I wanted it to, but this is where my life took its biggest change. Bigger than when I left the white fang, even bigger than when I came to Beacon. And I may be assuming, but it's where your's did too. I don't care if it isn't the autumn wedding we spent months planning and roping all of our idiot friends into attending. I want our new life together to start here as well."
Yang was the emotional one out of the two, but it was strange hearing Blake's voice choking up while she felt fine. Realization finally dawned on her, although she wasn't sad in the slightest at the thought. Moving over to Blake and pulling her back in again, Yang breathed into the cat's hair with a heavy sigh. "I'm dead aren't I?"
The blonde heard the faunas swallow loudly, and then answered back tentatively: "Yeah... you died one month ago today."
Instead of hearing sadness, anger, or resentment from Yang, Blake only heard in the blonde's usual upbeat tone. "Fill me in Blake. What did I miss?"
Blake cringed for a second, wondering how much Yang remembered from her last night. The faunas had talked to a few spirits, and she learned that if a person's death was too traumatic, they just wiped that day from their memories. Blake begged to differ, she still felt scarred from it, but apparently Blake's last day wasn't. Blake remembered her last day. She remembered her last minutes. She remembered feeling their teeth on her arms and legs, and feeling her throat burn as she screamed in pain while the monsters dragged her to the ground. And she remembered everything suddenly going black as she felt something bite through the back of her neck.
Blake sighed in relief when Yang answered "I don't remember anything that would make me think I died. I just remember going to sleep and waking up... like this."
After around ten minutes of explaining, Yang was still taking things pretty well. She even cracked a few jokes at her own demise, although she did scowl when Blake explained how she did exactly die, even if it was in the most roundabout way possible. And after all that, instead of thinking about herself, Yang's first comment was: "...How have you been Blake? I know I missed you horribly over the past two years, but I wasn't alone. I'm sorry you were up here all by yourself."
"Nah... don't be. Not as a complement, but most of us didn't make it as long as you did. We're actually taking bets on who's going to live the longest." Pinching the bridge of her nose, Blake sighed in mock anger. "Although now I owe Emerald a favor. That girl is mean though, I don't know what she's going to ask for..."
Blake hadn't been mad that she died first. She wasn't upset at being left behind. Instead, she was just overjoyed that she didn't lose Yang. While the faunas tried to not let it show, up until she knew Yang was here, the thought of her wife dying as a U and not knowing was horrifying. Separated for eternity would have been hell for Blake, no matter if she had already ended up in heaven. Blake said: "Paradise isn't paradise without somebody to share it with."
"So what? You're saying you're glad I kicked the bucket?!"
"Nah, I could have waited another few decades… it really hasn't felt that long. Really, time flies when you're having fun. But the only other person who I really can talk to up here is Velvet, and she still isn't that good at conversation."
"What?! Come on, I'm sure there are lots of people worth chatting it up with!"
"I guess, but most of them are either sour that somebody else made instead of them, or just spending their days doting on somebody still down there."
"But… isn't that what you were doing though?"
Giving Yang a withering look, Blake growled at the blonde. "Zip it Goldy Locks. We've got a lot of time to catch up, and I don't want to bet sick of you within the first hour."
"How long do we have?"
Blake just smiled back and answered her ominously.
"...As long as we can ever want."
Yang was pulled out of her reflective mood when she suddenly passed into shadows as the stream carried Weiss into a large cavern. The pair floated along silently, arm and arm, watching as their friend was still tossed around in the waves.
"So yeah, nothing to worry about. I have total faith she'll be fine."
"...but come on Blake. You're telling me you're not the least bit worried."
Blake's lips twitched silently again, although she still tried to play it off. "Nope, not at all."
Yang spun away from Blake, taking as intimidating a stance as she could while she was floating in the air. It was annoying not being able to stomp her feet, pound her fist against a wall, something to get her emotions across. "Alright cat... what gives? Why do you keep finding Ruby's death amusing? She was your best friend behind Weiss, and your sister-in-law to boot!"
"Tch!" Blake hummed to herself for a few seconds, mulling over the different ways she could put her point. In the end she just sighed: "but I just don't want to ruin it for you..."
If they could affect the world around them, the cave would have shaken with how loud Yang screeched. "WHAT?!"
Blake sighed and looked off into the distant recesses of the cave. Already, as they followed the current as it picked up speed, they had been carried far away from the mouth of the tunnel. But it wasn't dark inside of the caves. High above them, plastering along all the walls were luminous lichens, giving of soft green ambient light. It looked like a scene out of a fairy tale movie, and Blake half expected to see pixies dance out from behind the glowing stalactites.
"It's really pretty here... kind of sad nobody got to see this until we were all wiped out, isn't it?"
Yang paused for a second, putting aside what she was about to argue with her wife over. "If we had known something like this existed, we would have destroyed it by visiting so often." Yang reached out with a hand and brushed it through the spiky fungus, even if she felt nothing from the plant. "These are only beautiful because they were left in peace. It's better that we didn't know about these, otherwise every plant collector would have come along and destroyed these colonies to take a piece for their own collection, along with everything else that fell apart."
Blake made a deep grumbling sound in the base of her throat, as though she disagreed. "That is one downer of a thought... I'd like to think we would have realized how these plants needed their distance to survive."
Yang was perplexed by this turn in the conversation. Wasn't Blake supposed to be the pessimist? How could their roles in the relationship change so drastically, and constantly be flipping back and forth? "Maybe we would have... but I doubt it. Anyway, what gives with how you're talking about Ru-"
"Hey Yang," Blake interrupted, suddenly scouring the waterway they had been floating over. "Where did Weiss go?"
Yang stiffened, not noticing how she had begun to neglect her living friend. Casting a look around, the blonde saw that the heiress was nowhere to be seen in the slightly calmer waters below them. Fluttering down, Yang actually flew under the water for a moment, choosing to stay perfectly dry, and tried to see if Weiss had gotten stuck in a crack in the river bed or on a bleached white piece of driftwood that had fallen this far down stream. Suddenly Yang felt Blake yank on her ankle, and coming out from the water she saw her wife point with a finger back a few hundred feet. On a bank in the river where the water flowed much slower, at a pebble beach that had been left untouched due to an eddy in the rivers flow, a shivering white shape dyes green by the light had drug itself onto shore. Even from this far away, it was obvious that the figure was trying to cough out a lot of water, and she hunched over and rocked back and forth while attempting to clear her lungs.
"Well, I guess she is going to be okay for now." Yang mumbled idly to herself,"... I wouldn't have guessed out of all of us Weiss be the last one standing."
Blake again smiled, and hummed in agreement. "...sure she will be..."
"THAT'S IT! What are you not telling me Belladonna?!"
"Come on... you love surprises, don't you?"
Shaking her head and feeling her golden mane whip around her face, Yang answered: "Not today, not when the surprises are about my little sister. Just tell me!"
After a heavy sigh, exasperated that Yang couldn't even wait another five minutes, Blake quipped: "I haven't agreed with you once on Ruby dying, have I?"
"...Blake, I'm more than attuned enough to Ruby to be able to feel when she gets hurt. She was shot. Badly. Her lung was shredded... there is no coming back from that."
With a mischievous smile, Blake leaned forward and closed her eyes. "You feel who else is really close by?"
Yang hadn't even thought to check for others nearby. Pushing out with her aura, which had grown so much more powerful in the last five years, Yang felt every living thing within a few mile radius. At first she was overwhelmed by the sheer number of animals and insects living on the mountain side and inside the caves. The blonde refined her search, excluding everything except for other people from the results. It was amazing how dark the landscape instantly became, just a blip off to their right where a heiress was still hacking up a lungful of ice water. And a few more miles out, on the very edge of Yang's sense, was Ruby's fading life. Only two lives over dozens of miles of territory.
Except... there was one more spark, so close to Ruby's that it almost masked the fading soul entirely. And while it took a moment to place, Yang finally remembered who it belonged to. "Seriously Blake? That's what makes you think that Ruby has a chance? He'd probably want to execute Ruby himself..."
"I have faith Yang... it's too much of a coincidence for it not to be."
"But even then... he couldn't do anything. His semblance would have been lost so long ago..."
Blake laughed lightly, grabbing Yang's hand and pulling her away from Weiss. Cupping the blondes face in her hands, Blake planted a loving kiss on Yang's lips. After a few seconds where neither of the two moved, Blake broke the contact off and began drifting away from her partner. Offering her hand outstretched, Blake repeated herself again. "I have faith Yang. If being dead has taught me anything, it's that coincidences don't happen. And these odds are just perfect for things to not go our way."
And with that, Blake returned to the shape of a black star, and swirled around the cave twice before shooting through a wall leading to the surface. A quarter of a second later, a beam of pure orange light followed its path perfectly. And as the two stars crossed the sky and took off for the moon, Yang heard Blake laugh back to her one last time. "I have faith Yang."
Sighing heavily while following her soul mate up to the shattered moon, Yang grumbled angrily: "I guess I'll just have to have faith too then Blake."
Thank you to LordMarc for the idea. And thank you all for reading! Ill see you around, somewhere on the site!