Note: First, I apologize for the lack of updates from me. I haven't been in much of a mood to write, but now I'm trying my best to start up again. Secondly, I apologize if you expected much more from this; something deep like the movie. I don't intend to go that deep, as this was pretty much an excuses to write something dark, violent, and sexually suggestive; and the movie had been on my mind lately. That said I might reopen this and fic on with it, but I just wanted to get it out my system for the moment.
"I think I'm one of those crazy, dark, twisted fuckers who enjoy other people's discomfort."
"Really, I hadn't noticed."
Yang bit her tongue to avoid immediately lashing out at the boy in green. "Must you always be so sarcastic?"
"I thought you didn't mind this type of playful banter. You must only enjoy it with Blake", he responded, drawing out her partner's name in an uncharacteristically seductive tone. She bit her tongue again to avoid chastising him harshly.
"And this must be the secret personality of the famous Lie Ren", the brawler finally retorted.
"I'm hardly famous", he responded, his voice calm and monotone as it usually was. "Sorry, we don't socialize much outside of a few classes, lunch, and the occasional team bonding our fearless leaders force upon us. I take whatever chances I get to tease my second favorite natural blond."
Yang nodded in agreement. Ren was much like Blake, calm, collected, but introverted, and seemingly indifferent. Yang and Nora usually dealt with each other leaving those two to enjoy in silent company, Blake reading and Ren mediating, both keeping a watchful eye that their partners didn't kill anyone. To share personal time with Ren was odd, but surprisingly enjoyable.
"In any event, I must ask, how have you been sleeping these days?" the lotus boy asked.
Yang chuckled a bit before staring him dead in the eye. "Better than a toddler with a bottle of whiskey. I'm in your debt."
Yang may or may not have meant what she said, but she was extremely grateful for what Ren did. Since attending Beacon's fight club, Yang hasn't had a restless night in weeks; and much to the dismay of Weiss, her snores have returned louder and more blissful than ever before.
Yang loved fight club. "The secret underground boxing cult", as she called it, was much more than a place where students engaged in fisticuffs. There was a sense of comradely that existed in fight club, a fraternity and sorority of hunters and huntress who honed their most primal ways of combat. Students who competed on different levels in schools due to different skill levels with semblances and dust were rivals when their only options were fists. Grudges and disagreements were solved here. Even the most self-conscious and weakest of combatants found their voice and strength inside the human ring, becoming titans in their own rights.
The entire world that was fight club also helped Yang get to know her friends and enemies better.
It was fascinating, the people she met and the conversations she had. While they most spoke of important people they'd like to fight, types of Grimm or Faunus they'd thought they'd be, strange factoids about their teammates, and awkward book or articles they read, most interesting to Yang were they stories of how her comrades each found this underground boxing culture.
"How did I find out about this place? Well, the story isn't as exciting to tell, but pretty much, I'm here because Nora is here", Ren confide in Yang one night as they watched said girl dance around her slow opponent.
According to Ren, the duo decided to take an impromptu field trip, "discovering" all the places they had yet to see on Beacon's expansive campus. But between the multiple gardens, unused field houses, and rarely traveled part of Beacon that focus on more traditional education, the duo got lost and took a roundabout way into the secret garden on campus.
The Valkyrie actually found the secret passageway that led into the basement among some large shrubs behind the statue, but was chased off by an older student with threats of retribution.
"I am Nora's burning curiosity. I get Ren in more trouble than he would gotten into into himself, because I always need to pry into secrets and I live to take him along for the adventure", the young Viking girl mocked as they discussed the amount of trouble the duo always got into, bouncing her way back to Ren, her opponent being carried off the floor. Nora's bubbly personality meant she had no problem with poking fun at herself around friends.
"So we returned at night. I did more so for her safety."
"And we found this amazing place where it was sweaty as hell and smelled like shit but people were fighting and laughing and having a good time…"
And since then they would come at least once a week.
There was also Velvet Scarlatina, a surprise to find in the dark underground of Beacon. The rabbit Faunus was dragged here by her teammates, who claimed to have found an amazing place training people to be better hunters and huntresses.
"Amazing was hardly the word I'd use to describe this place", the Faunus declared as she cleaned a cut on Nora's leg. "Barbaric better fits the descriptions; and after my first night, I was sure I wasn't returning."
Velvet's first fight ended in disaster. It was a bloody brawl with sadistic senior student that didn't even last for ten minutes; much of it due to the bunny girl's refusal to fight, but part of it due to her opponent being twice her size. Convinced she wasn't strong without her dust or semblance she avoided coming back to fight club thereafter. But watching someone else's trials and growth has a funny way of convincing you to do things you may not want to do.
Jaune's maturity into a stronger hunter-in-training convinced Velvet to tackle challenges and improve herself, and with her team's prodding and begging, the Faunus came back with vengeance and sought out a rematch. While she still lost, it went much better than the first attempt, so much so that Velvet became a bit of a regular. Though to see her spar in the ring was a rare treat; instead she puts her skills to use as resident nurse in the underground cult.
Lastly, there was team CDRL, or at least Cardin Winchester and Sky Lark. There wasn't much to mention about those two; they were one of the few un-welcomed regulars that had been involved as long as Nora and Ren. They showed outright prejudice against Faunus by picking them as opponent majority of the time, something that vexed half the students who came to fight. The other half of students, who didn't care for their discrimination, hated the duo because they liked to play dirty.
Sadly, no one could really prove they broke fight club rules, so they were allowed to stay. But their dishonestly and malice ostracized them from most other combatants; few opponents were willing to spar with them here as much as in Professor Goodwitch's class.
Nonetheless, being a part of fight club was fun, but it didn't come without its challenges. The major challenge for the blond bruiser was not her opponents but keeping her pastime a secret.
Tonight was a good night. The crowd was larger and more boisterous than it usually was on a Thursday night, and someone had brought in a large quantity of alcohol to drink, which was none of the cheap stuff they usually stole from the nearest convenient store they could get to. That meant the people who liked to drink were getting really fucked up.
But that wasn't why Yang had such a good night. Tonight she had a very good bout, the best since attending the club, with a second year Faunus that nearly rivaled her combat.
Yang could remember the pretty face just as well as she could recall the match, and thankful the girl didn't knock her brains out so she'd forget. The girl could easily pass for the big black cat her physical traits made her appear to look like. Long feathered jet black hair with vibrant blue eyes, a black tail, and surprisingly, a much darker skin tone than most people who came from Vale; Yang knew that girl must have come from the hottest regions in Mistral to attend the academy. She completed her feral looks with slightly long nails and a tendency to roar like thunder. When she inquired about it later, the girl replied her elemental semblance was lightning.
The wild look; however, was all misdirection. From the over hour long fight Yang had with the panther Faunus, she could tell the girl had formal training in various martial arts and used her hands, rather than a weapon like a sword or mace, when outside of the club.
The fight between the two wasn't just sloppy jabs that the blond dodge with ease; Yang had to actually pay attention and keep her defense up. Yang could see the telltale signs of her fighting styles given away by the Faunus' type of punches, kicks, and blocks. But none of that matter when her opponent combined them so effortlessly.
Walking down Beacon's empty hallways Yang recall a particularly embarrassing scene that started with a hastily thrown right jab; the two combatants were waiting for the other to move and strike, Yang shuffling on her feet while the panther lightly bounced on her balls of her feet. Yang watched to try to catch a break in the girl's concentration, while she guarded her face, when her opponent decided to settle into a different rhythm.
Taking the perceived opening, Yang jumped forward only for the Faunus to block upwards with her left arm; the entire counterattack was quick. Dropping her hips the girl ducked below Yang's chin into a side stance and elbowed the boxer in her chest. Before Yang realized it, the girl had pivoted on her left leg behind her, grabbed her left arm and shoulder, and with a huff showing exertion of force, threw the blond brawler over her back and into the ground.
Yang thought she was pretty lucky to have won this fight. Thirty minutes away from end of their round, they were exhausted as they wrestled with each other on the cold concrete. The girl had more disciplined training but the blond had two distinctive advantages that barely got her the win: she was physically stronger than the panther Faunus, and her challenger was not good at fighting by grappling.
Even with her claws digging into the bruiser's back, Yang's superior strength and wrestling abilities allowed her to wear her enemy down. Even while struggling the girl had managed to break free of arm bars and leg locks, even staggering to her feet knowing the odds were in the Blond Bombshell's favor. Tired; however, the Faunus could do little to defend from a vertical suplex and was subdued into shoulder lock.
Yang rubbed the inside of her legs, inciting a stinging pain as she nursed a large bite mark. Yang would have not needed to dislocate the girl's shoulder had she just tapped out instead of drawing blood. Lucky for them, the Faunus' brother was able to snap it back into place and Yang's aura was already taking care of wounds.
"The sling is gonna be hard to explain", Yang said as she rounded a corner. Slowly stalking to her room Yang glanced at her scroll to check the time; it was just a quarter before two in the morning. Proud she didn't stay out later than she intended to, the blond picked up her pace to rush to the dorm room within sight. With a very good brawl and a tiny bit of liquor in her system to help her sleep, all Yang needed was a good shower and hopefully she'll avoid her sister and–
"You're back late", a voice called from in front of her dorm room.
"Oh well you know, homework and stuff. I didn't want to disturb you guys so I just sorta left", Yang softly replied, coming to a stop in front of the dark haired girl hanging outside the room. 'Hopefully I would have avoided you too.'
"Oh really?" the Faunus replied, dressed in the black yukata she normally wore to bed. Leaning on the door post, her slim figure blocked the entryway to their room, the door left open slightly ajar. If Yang had to guess, either Blake just woke up or waited all night for her return.
"Yeah", Yang chuckled as she stood in front of her companion, trying to get a glimpse as to whether the rest of the team was sleeping. "Um, are you gonna let me go in so I can get some sleep?"
A long moment of silence passed before the girl in gold decided to gently push her way pass the Faunus. The moment the blond touched her shoulder Blake sprung from her leaning position, grabbing her partner by both wrists, and pressing her body against the tall woman.
Yang was taken by surprise from the sudden action and stumbled back to put some distance between them. With Yang having yet to try to get out her Blake's grip, and with just enough lax in strength and balance on Yang's part, the Faunus turned the taller girl away from the door and forcibly pinned her back against the right wall, just outside their room; a thud and low hiss of pain from the push the boxer alerting her other senses that her partner meant to muster a lot of force in her assault.
Instinctively, Yang wanted to shout and push back, but froze when she noticed her dark haired companion snuggled her head into the crooks of her neck. With a distinctive feline like murmur, Blake took in a big whiff of the golden girl's scent.
"Um, I know I'm intoxicating but—", Yang began nervously, attempting to put her usual charm into the question.
"You smell", Blake interrupted, left hand dropping from her hold on Yang's wrist to rest just above the her partner's hip, "Sweat, blood, and the strongest vodka in Vale."
Ignoring Blake's quip that she was familiar with alcohol brands, suggesting the Faunus herself enjoyed shots here and there, Yang immediately replied with one of her pre-made excuses. "I decided to do a little sparring in one of the practice rooms too, since I wasn't very tired. And I sorta cut my hand but I patched it up."
"And you used a one hundred and sixty proof vodka brand to do that?" The Faunus asked in a purr, voice soft and smooth like velvet as she pushed her left leg in between and up Yang's inner thigh, left hand gently gliding underneath Yang's jacket, across her skin, and up her back.
Yang knew what game her partner was playing at, Blake having observed the blond use it before to extract information from a low life thug, then beat him in his face when he attempted to get to "touchy feely"; and it was close to working just as well. If it wasn't for the slight sting the girl felt on her leg Yang might have forgotten that she was trying hide the reason why she smelled like alcohol. Velvet had to use the vodka as an antiseptic for the large nasty scratch mark bandaged on her back. The same scratch Blake's hand was dangerously getting close to touching.
Defiantly, Yang grabbed Blake's hand and forced it down, her grip communicating that she was not comfortable with her partner moving up there.
"It's not vodka, just some really good antiseptic, courtesy of Beacon", Yang huffed, trying to sound as stern as possible, as if she was insulted Blake would imply she was drinking. Of course it didn't come out as well; the elevated hitch in her voice telling Yang she failed to notice Blake's leg was going places and it had made contact with a sensitive area of her body.
"Interesting…" was Blake's only reply as Yang released her grip on her hand to push Blake's knee down from her crotch.
During the entire exchange, not once did Blake look at Yang; all the while the taller girl had been gazing down at her partner rested on her neck, shivering at the intimate contact. But the moment Blake looked up to face her and spoke, Yang could see it; with the way her amber eyes glowed and the way her eyebrow rose, not in confusion but in satisfaction, Yang knew she slipped up. It was so unfair her partner was playing dirty.
Through her lie, Yang confirmed what her partner already knew. Her Faunus partner; a Faunus like every other Faunus, meaning she had exceptional hearing and a superb sense of smell.
'Really Yang; why the hell would you say it's not vodka? She's a fuckin' cat! She can smell blood on a corpse a mile away. Of course she knows that it's fuckin' vodka!'
The boxer noticed a small grin stretching across Blake's face signifying a victory in learning what she wanted to know.
'She can probably hear the lust in your voice too, the way she turned you on…Goddamnit.' Make that two victories etched in Blake's book.
While Yang berated herself for falling prey to such a tactic, Blake let go of the wrist she held on to and eased off her partner. Blake bent around the door to retrieve a bundle of clothing and toiletries in small basket.
"Go shower and wash the smell off", the Faunus commanded, nearly throwing the items at Yang, before sneaking inside the room.
"Your sister will be waking up in four hours, so be quick if you want some sleep." And with that Blake closed the door, dooming Yang to the fate of a cold shower in the communal stalls.
"She knows."
"Given the story you just told me, I'm not sure if I should applaud Blake or be ashamed at you. Are you sure she knows?" the boy asked, voice void of any emotions other than neutrality.
"Both", Yang replied to the first statement, "and yes I'm sure she knows. Or at least knows enough to justify following me nights when I go out. If this keeps up I'll have to stop going all together."
"Well that won't go over well for you now would it?" Ren responded wrapping his hand in cloth. "You'll just have to be more creative in your excuses then."
"I'm using all my good excuses on Ruby and Weiss. How is it that you two get away with fooling Jaune and Pyrrha?"
"That's because Jaune is gullible like really gullible, so he takes most stories for what they were supposed to be, the truth", Nora began to ramble on as she sat in between the duo "which really sucks for Pyrrha because she'd follow him through hell and the ends of the earth so if Jaune believes a lie then Pyrrha believes a lie so—"
"What she means to say is that we don't have problems within our team."
Yang let out a groan thinking over his last statement, and ultimately the last few weeks. Yang, Ren, and Nora had on a few occasions been confronted about their underground activities. The friend didn't know what it was, but felt it was connected with their late night disappearances or random injuries found some days later. So they resorted to lying, coming up with well thought out covers, finding people in the club who could always confirm their story. In this way, the trio was able to keep fight club exclusively for themselves. No matter how unrealistic the story, how dubious it seemed, one of them or someone on the outside was always ready to support it, usually with a better explanation which elevated some of their peer's worries.
Unfortunately for Yang, whereas Nora and Ren didn't need to put much thought into how they'd keep fight club a secret, team RWBY was more difficult to deceive.
When the young red cloaked sniper confronted her older sibling about her poor sleeping habits that transformed into late night rendezvous, to God knows where, Yang had to become resourceful with her lies. She told Ruby and Weiss anything and did everything that seemed plausible, from fibs about studying with Velvet to cutting down the amount she spent at fight club. So long as Ruby was happy and convinced, Weiss couldn't care less for what the blond did at two in the morning, and that meant half the equation was solved.
The other half that Yang couldn't solve involved trying to outsmart the keenest member of their team.
Finishing his preparations, the lotus boy stood. "Would it really be so bad if she joined fight club? You wouldn't have broken a rule if she discovered your late night activities and after her first night she'll be free to do as she pleases."
"As nice as that sounds I know it won't happen. I know she wouldn't approve of this and I honestly don't want her anywhere near here", Yang responded waving her hand dismissively at his comment.
"Well, you've got two options, continue to lie to her or tell her the truth." Ren gave the blond a gentle smile and pat on the shoulder before walking into the center of the crowd for his match, the cheerful Nora following close behind to watch, but taking the time to give her own words of wisdom. "If all else fails, threaten to break her legs!"
Now alone with her thoughts, Yang mulled over her confrontation with Blake. Leaving out in the middle of the night, and coming back at the crack of dawn with fresh bruises, was something she couldn't keep from a worried younger sister, a suspicious heiress, and an ex-terrorist/prodigy assassin for long. And if Blake had her way it'd be sooner rather than later that her team would find out.
"How do you outsmart someone smarter than you?" Leaning her head back on the stone wall of the basement, the brawler posed the question hoping someone could give her an answer. Suddenly a thought encouraged by Nora's possibly serious suggestion appeared in mind. As the crowd roared thunderous chants of Ren's name, Yang packed up her belongings; her match ended a while ago, and with Ren doing well in his, she didn't need to stay.
"I don't need to outsmart her", the blond hummed to herself, smirking as she stuffed a few items into her school bag. "Since lying isn't working, I'll just tell her the truth."
Yang was going to confront Blake tonight. She was going to confront the Faunus and hopefully, after tonight, she wouldn't have to deal with the one member of her team intent on finding out about fight club.
Yang felt guilty about what she was going to do and spent hours today going over reason why she should and shouldn't do what she was planning to do. She knew what would transpire tonight would put a strain on their friendship. But it was necessary. So long as the blond didn't go overboard, she wouldn't ruin the friendship and trust between them. Then again, Yang was never one to do things just right. Yang knew that Blake would stubbornly press her on the issue unless she made it clear there wasn't a problem. She had to do this. Hopefully if she screwed this up, in time the Faunus would learn to forgive her.
Lying awake in her bed, Yang made her usual preparations when she was convinced her sister and the heiress were sleeping. Silently dropping out of bed, the blond bruiser did her best to quietly change out of the sleepwear she wore to bed into more comfortable clothing. Usually this process was done outside the room, but she wanted to make sure a certain black cat saw her.
Grabbing her usual bag that she prepared for each night she went out, the boxer silently slipped out the dorm.
Once outside in the hallway, Yang walked away from the door and rounded a corner, but only to give the illusion that she wasn't close by anymore, choosing instead to stall there. The blond didn't have to wait long; sure enough she quickly heard the click of the door open. Yang counted to five in her head. Blake's steps were expectedly quiet but Yang knew how the young Faunus walked and how long her strides were, the thoughts about how much Yang observed Blake to learn this; however, sounding creepier as the blond dwelled on them.
When her count reached zero, Yang took a large step from her hiding spot prepared to surprise Blake by calling out to her.
"Hey Blake, whatcha up to?" Yang watched the Faunus jump at the sudden call of her name and appearance of a person she was not prepared to run into, amber eyes wide as she swung her head to find her face but a few inches from her partner.
Taken by surprise the girl stumbled and nearly fell back. "Yang, why are you—"
"Come take a walk with me", the blond interrupted, grabbing the Faunus by her waist to keep her on her feet, lower her voice in a stern tone. "I insist."
Hearing her partner's tone, Blake could only nod and bow her head. Without protest, Yang dragged her partner through Beacon's hallway, only releasing the Faunus from her iron grip when she was sure she wouldn't run away.
The two walked in relative silence, Yang strolling ahead as her hands rested behind her head with the shorter girl walked behind her. It was unspoken between them, but Yang was leading them somewhere the Faunus may or may not have been familiar with, to talk. Every so often the blond to a glance at the Faunus in black, observing her soft golden eyes scan their surrounding as the ventured deeper into Beacon.
And every so often Yang chuckled to put the girl at ease, hoping it would trick her into letting her guard down for the conflict to follow.
Eventually Yang broke the silence between them, her voice soft as she directed a question to her partner. "Blake, do you trust me?"
"Of course", the girl responded. While Yang couldn't see, she could tell the Faunus was giving her a questionable glance, based by the tone she answered with.
"Do you really trust me?" the blond asked again, voice firm this time.
"With my life Yang", came the equality firm response.
"So how long did you intend to follow me until you confronted me again?"
Blake didn't immediately answer, pausing for a second before trying to pretend she didn't understand what she was being asked. "What do you mean—"
"I swear Blake you get really fuckin' lazy with your ninja shit when you're up against someone who isn't as skilled as you", Yang interrupted, stopping and dropping her hands to her side.
"And I feel really insulted, because that implies I'm a bad huntress or I'm stupid." The brawler turned on her heels to face the Faunus behind her. "But I know you have been following me. So I will ask you again, do you trust me?"
"Yes." For her part, Blake answered Yang with the same firm confirmation as before.
"So how long did you intend to follow me until you confronted me again?"
Blake once again paused before giving her answer, this time taking much longer to respond, possibly thinking about how she'd word her next statement.
"Until I find out what you are trying to keep from me. Yang, I'm worried about you."
Expressionless Yang nodded to confirm that she understood what Blake said. "I'm glad you're worried. But I'm going to have to ask you to stop."
"Stop; what, why—"
"Just stop. Stop following me. Stop interrogating me. Stop trying to pry into my business. There is nothing you need to know. Rather, the less you know, the better."
Yang couldn't see Blake clearly in the darkness, even though her eyes long adjusted to it, except by the cat like eyes that glowed not too far from her. They narrowed and the blond could imagine a frown forming on Blake's face. "Are you seriously not going to tell me?"
Abandoning all quietness in her walk, Yang made long strides toward Blake, her own lilac eyes narrowed. The young assassin tried to stand her ground, but the feeling that Yang would rather overtake her personal space, and run over her, encouraged the Faunus to retreat back into a wall she was sure wasn't there a few minutes ago.
"I'm serious", the blond stated as she pressed against the shorter girl. Blake attempted to push her off, refusing to look at her while still muttering off questions about why Yang was being so secretive suddenly. Angrily Yang grabbed the short girl's arms, her left forearm pinning them over her head as she held her against the wall, growling "Do not try to walk away from me when I am talking to you!"
"You put me in a very awkward position to where I have to do this Blake", she began, voice rising in volume to just under a shout, "because it seems you just can't take a hint. So now I have to blunt."
With anger suddenly radiating off the blond, Blake was faulting under Yang's stare. "Are you threatening me?"
Grinning, Yang used her free arm to cup Blake's chin and force the girl to look at her, lilac eyes now turned red as she maintained the aggression in her tone. "No, I'm askin' you to stop prying into my business. You need not concern yourself with me on this so long as I come back to the dorm every night. You don't need to stalk me every night to make sure I come back to sleep in my bunk. So fuck off."
"Yang, if you are you in trouble, let me help you", Blake spoke, trying to keep her tone firm but sympathetic.
"No. Just tell me that you understand what I'm sayin' to you."
"Yang, enough", Blake begged, fear hidden in her voice as she could feel Yang's aura flare in frustration at her. Instead she earned a forceful shove against the wall as the blond relaxed her weight, only to grab at both wrists and pin her back again, inciting a yelp from the Faunus.
"Are you even listening to me?" the blond asked, voice sounding insulted, "because it sounds like you are ignoring everything I just told you!"
"Please let me go—", the Faunus choked out, stubbornly refusing to submit despite the anxiety in her voice, probably from disbelief that her partner could direct her anger at a teammate. She was once again interrupted, by growl and Yang's fist flying into the wall, before pinning against the stone for a third time. The punch wasn't enough to cause any damage, but it did succeed in focusing Blake's attention on the raging blond holding her.
"Let me make it clear that I am not joking", the boxer snarled, squeezing Blake's wrists, "This is some serious shit I don't want you a part of Blake. There will be consequences you won't like and I can't guarantee you I'll be able to protect you from them. Now I'm not sayin' I'll hurt you…" Yang leaned in the whisper in Blake's human set of ears, "But I'm not above using a bit more forceful means of getting you to quit. So don't fuck with me."
Yang released her grip on the Faunus as she stepped back, holding her hands on her hips, her eyes devoid of fury as they returned to their normal coloring. Blake wanted to collapse on the ground but stood on her feet, using the wallas support. The two stared at each other, both struggling to maintain their gazes, though Yang did a good of hiding her remorse at the situation.
"I don't wanna have this conversation again Blake", she spoke, voice considerably calmer. "Go back to the dorm, go to bed, and don't tell the others about any of this." On that remark Yang turned and walked away, leaving Blake fall shaken on the ground.
Blake was bothered. The Faunus could tell Yang had gotten herself in trouble, but she couldn't tell just how much her partner was in. Still, it had to be a lot, considering the late nights her partner would leave the dorm, the early mornings she returned bruised, the way her partner acted around certain students, and the threat her best friends promised she'd make a reality if Blake didn't back off. It all came to one conclusion; Yang bit off way more than she could chew.
Blake had seen it before; how someone close to her was being tormented by demons he wouldn't allow anyone to exorcise them. No matter how close Blake tried to get to him, he kept her at a distance, saying it was meant to protect her. In the process he lost himself and the Faunus was unwilling to stay to watch him break. It was the reason why she ended up at Beacon; she left him at the last possible moment she knew he would allow her to go.
Like before with her pervious partner, fear from the unexpected encounter with the blond made Blake keep her distance. Never did she expect Yang could drive her anger at anyone of her friends, even if they had cut her glorious hair. But she knew that in some respects her previous partner and her current one were similar; fiercely loyal but temperamental, and unwilling to accept help from others when they felt they could take on problems themselves. Blake couldn't bear to watch the process happen a second time. Her best friend was in serious pain and Blake didn't want to sit idly sit by again.
It was struggle to decide if and how she would proceed forward with Yang being more cautious, and aggressive, to her. But once Blake decided she'd help whether Yang wanted it or not, the Faunus didn't play any more games. It was a shame the young assassin had to treat her teammate as an assassination target but with the blond being wise to her doings, she couldn't afford to be "lazy with her ninja shit", as the blond bruiser puts it. Blake was determined to find who she got mixed up with.