"Uh…." Yang said after Sun conveniently turned on the lights in the bedroom, so that she could see the four sets of eyes all around the room. Four sets of eyes that seemed to be shooting lasers at her.
One set of eyes in particular, though, felt as though it were burning into her very soul.
"Blake…." Yang finally said, breaking the awkward silence. "I missed you. I needed to see you. I need... you."
Her former partner let out a slight gasp as she quickly inhaled at the statement. This wasn't how Yang had planned on things going, not even if she had spent a hundred lifetimes planning things out, but she still couldn't help but feel her heart soar. Things were unsure, things were confusing, and things were strange, but none of that seemed to matter now that she had seen Blake.
"I missed you too," Blake answered.
And Sun, her dad, and her mom; she had seen them too – unfortunately - but her heart's reaction was definitely all Blake.
Actually, while there were definitely some pretty important things going on that needed to be addressed, Yang's mind decided to allocate some thought processes to contemplating just how absolutely attractive Blake's mom was. Not as attractive as Blake, of course, but she wasn't blind. How old was she? Forty? Fifty? She was obviously older than Blake, but if she didn't know better she would have guessed twenty-five, or thirty at the most.
Certainly not old enough to have an eighteen-year-old daughter. Or was Blake older than that? She had been in the White Fang for a long time, and didn't come from a traditional hunter's school, so had she secretly been older than her seventeen-year-old classmates when they met? It would certainly explain why she had found Blake so much more mature and fascinating than all their classmates. Her mouth hung open slightly as her eyes stared blankly ahead, her brain trying to set itself straight again after considering the possibility that Blake would still look like… like that in three decades.
Her musings on whether or not she had a thing for older women were brought to a crashing halt when she heard the direction the conversation was heading.
"Mom, why are you crying?"
"It was so beautiful," Kali said, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears from her eyes. "Your father didn't say anything so romantic when he proposed."
"PROPOSED?" Yang shouted. "Hold on there I think maybe you're misinterpreting some of what I-" she tried to clarify but was cut off.
"What was all that about wanting to be together forever, then?" Ghira asked.
"And don't forget the mind, body, and soul part. I liked that part," Kali nodded.
"I mean, like, yeah I said forever and stuff like that but… but… it was not a proposal," Yang stammered out when she managed to regain a sliver of her composure as she looked at Blake, noticing that the cat faunus was blushing bright red by this point. "Unless… unless you're into that sort of – naaaah. Right? Plus, I guess you and Sun…."
Her smile had been shrinking into a frown as she spoke, but as she turned her head towards Sun, all traces of sadness in her eyes were replaced by a red glint.
"Whoa whoa Yang wait we're not together or anything I swear! I know you liked her I didn't do anything we're just friends!" Sun clamored out when Yang's red-eyed gaze shifted towards him. Sun may have been a goofball, but he was still one of the best huntsmen-in-training his age. He had been in the Vytal Festival, after all. Which meant he was quite the intelligent young man. Intelligent enough that he knew three things to be absolute fact. One, Yang had a thing for Blake. Two, Yang was built like a brick shithouse. And three, Yang could get very, very angry.
Yang's frown faded and her eyes regained their lilac tint at his words, and she looked once again to Blake. In all honesty, that had probably been her biggest fear in coming here. Just after the destruction of the CCT, when Sun had told her that Blake had run away, and that he was going after her to make sure she was safe, she had simply stayed behind. At the time her emotions were a tangled mess, and she had been so hurt by Blake deciding to run away from her team – again – that she instead chose to mope. But as each day passed on and she got a little better with accepting her current situation, she also got a little worse with what she imagined the two of them were up to. Part of her knew that Blake loved her back. Part of her was positive that Sun had a thing for Neptune and really did just care about her like a true friend. But part of her would keep her awake at night as she wondered if she was wrong; as she wondered what Sun and Blake could have been doing until she cried herself to sleep.
To her surprise, it was Blake who pulled her close. It was Blake who stood up slightly on the balls of her feet to make up their slight difference in height. And most surprising of all, it was Blake who pressed her lips to Yang's. It was a short thing, lasting only a moment. A kiss meant to prove exactly how she felt, and with the promise of more to come another day. Yang melted into the contact, the memories of her previous worries all but forgotten as she focused on the now. This. This was real. This was important.
"Aww, you guys are so cute together," Sun said, putting a hand on both of their shoulders for an impromptu group hug. In the background, Ghira gave a low chuckle at the boy's interruption while Kali alternated between crying at the touching moment she had witnessed, and suppressed a giggle at the monkey faunus's antics.
"Man, I'm really glad monkey boy. If the two you were doing it, I'd have – well, you know." Yang cleared her throat to avoid having to continue with that train of thought.
"Wait… what would you have done if we were?" Blake asked.
"Look Blake, I love you no matter what and would want you to be happy. Even if it's not with me. I'd just wish you the best and then go home and probably cry for a couple days. And then see if Neon's still single." Yang winked at the faunus, before sighing and speaking a little more seriously. "But if that was really your decision, I wouldn't try and do anything to– oh shit, I forgot to-"
With a thump, a figure jumped through the window and into the room just as Yang looked back to where she had entered the building earlier. She groaned as she realized exactly what was coming.
Standing on the ground was a new intruder, a shirtless Neptune wearing incredibly tight black leather pants. The blue-haired boy had a blue flower in his mouth that matched the color of his hair, which he was biting down on as he gave a wink to Sun. When he noticed the others in the room, though, he took a step back and looked at Yang, the flower dropping from his mouth. It was becoming increasingly apparent that this wasn't a teenager's bedroom, and that there were more people than he was expecting. "Uh… Yang I thought it was…. Who are…. Uhhhh."
Yang looked back at a shocked quartet of faunus, and help a hand up to the back of her neck as she gave them a sheepish grin.
"Okay. So maybe I was planning on one last try."
Note: This first chapter was just a silly idea I felt like writing out, and once I had it done I figured I might as well upload it. The same with this second chapter. If I get more ideas for things I think are funny, and which can fit this story, I will try to write them up and add them.