A/N Hey everyone, very soon I'll be going back to writing "Your Heart Will Open Minds".

In the meantime, here's this.

Yang

Why is this happening?

Did I hit my head during training? Am I in some sick, twisted, alternate dimension? Why is nobody else reacting to this?

"Mrow," Blake tilts her head up at me from the floor, sitting cross legged with her hands on the ground in front of her.

"Blakey, speak to me. Why are you doing this to me?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her side and pulling her up to sit next to me.

"Mroop?" She responds, nudging her head against my shoulder and making a noise that sounds like purring.

Maybe she hit her head.

"I don't know how to help you," I say, scratching her beneath her chin, then kissing her nose softly. Although, maybe that isn't exactly true, there's one person on campus that I can trust to the greatest extent possible when it comes to questionable psychological problems.

"How can I help you, Yang?" Nora asks, pushing a pair of glasses up the bridge of her nose that look suspiciously similar to the ones that Goodwitch wears. At that, Blake pushes her head against my arm, licking my shoulder. "Is Ruby the problem again?"

I stare at her in disbelief; on second thought, this might have been a bad idea.

"Nora, you're kidding. Right?"

"Obviously, Yang. . . It's Weiss, isn't it?"

I facepalm and shake my head, staring at my mentally incapacitated partner and motioning to her with my right hand.

"Of course!" Nora exclaims, slamming her hands on the bed that she's using as a desk. "Blake, what seems to be the problem?"

As expected, Blake responds with a series of mroops, meows, and head nudges. It might be cute if I weren't worried that she may have brain damage or something.

"I see the problem here," Nora says, nodding at me confidently. "She thinks that she's a cat."

I facepalm again and stand up, taking Blake by the collar and dragging her out of team JNPR's room.

"You need to help me figure this out," I command, grabbing Lie Ren's collar and pulling him towards me.

"Why? What's the matter?"

I look at him in disbelief, why is this something that I have to explain? This is the most obvious thing on Remnant.

"Uh, Hello? It's Blake," I exclaim, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Of course it is," Ren replies, almost mirroring Nora's words.

"Well . . . can you help us?" I ask, stepping across the threshold of the library.

"That remains to be seen," he says, inviting Blake and I to sit beside him. "It doesn't look like she has any external damage, but her inside may be a different story. I'm going to take Blake's hand and try to coax her aura out.

He takes Blake's hand into his own and closes his eyes, inhaling slowly. A faint humming emanates from him as a soft pink light begins to envelop him. Shortly afterwards, Blake's eyes glass over and a similarly soft purple light that I easily recognize as Blake's aura begins to shimmer iridescently around her. Ren's pink snakes outwards and coils around Blake's arm, gingerly touching her aura and tugging it forward. Now alive, Blake's aura runs forward over the uncolored air that separates the two auras combining them into one.

To be honest, the show of this makes me kind of jealous even though I know that Ren is totally in love with Nora and that Blake would never love anyone else but me.

Blake's aura overtakes Ren's and he seems to welcome it, letting the purple overtake him and surround him. With a long exhale, the light grows bright and then dims completely, retreating back to its source.

"Yang, there is nothing that feels wrong about Blake's aura. I'm afraid that I'm unable to help."

"Thanks anyway, I'll just go slam my head on a wall," I reply, taking Blake by her hand and pulling her back out the door.

Sitting her back down on our bed, I put my head in my hands and sigh loudly. As if on cue, Ruby and Weiss walk through the door, both holding arms full of candy bars.

"Hey there, Sis," Ruby greets, raising her eyebrow at me. "What's wrong?"

"It's Blake, I don't know what's wrong with her, but she won't stop acting like this."

"Acting like what?" Weiss asks, dropping her load of candy on their shared bed.

Actually on cue, Blake meows loudly, stretching her arms out on the bed and stretching, exposing a tantalizing view of midriff. I bite my lip to keep focused.

"Oh," they reply in unison. Ruby drops her load of candy on the bed and lies down on top of them, sighing happily in contrast with my own emotion.

"What do you guys have there?" I ask disinterestedly. It looks like I'm going to have to live with this kitten-Blake for the rest of my life.

Ruby snickers at me, sitting up abruptly with one bar in her hand. Handing it to Weiss, she smiles, "Here, Blake." She hands it to Blake who eyes it confusedly, swatting it a few times before accepting it. Unwrapping the foil covering, she sniffs the chocolate before taking a bite out of it and giving me a familiar smile.

"I feel so much better," Blake breathes, giving me a loving kiss on the lips.

"What? What happened? What was the matter?" I ask her, frantically throwing questions at her.

"I guess I was hungry," she replies, leaning in for another kiss, which I willingly and happily accept.

I don't know why I didn't think to feed her. I push that to the back of my mind and keep it there in case this happens again.

"What kind of candy bar can fill you up with just one bite?" I ask, grabbing it and taking a bite out of it. The sweet, chocolaty, caramel, nutty taste mixes in my mouth, making it water. This thing is really good.

"Weiss made them herself; they're a mix of healthy and delicious. She calls them Super Nutritious Impossibly Classy Killer Energy Retainer bars. Or SNICKER for short."

"You're not you when you're hungry, Blake," Weiss chimes in.

I could have sworn that I heard that somewhere else before.