Author's Note: Due to the chapter's half-plot/half-'plot' nature, I'll be putting this hear instead of at the end. I have a few amendments, a few statements, and an announcement.
The amendments:
Concerning the previously named Team TRQS, the name and concept is scrapped. Completely. New information has been replaced and just in time. The team name is now QRTS (Quarts), with Qrow as team leader. Their color scheme is smoky grey, like quarts. Yet, even with yellow and red (Taiyang and Summer) and black and red (Qrow and Raven) the name fits, as quarts can be found in all four of those colors. So boom.
The statements:
I've gotten some amazing feedback, and some negative feedback, on the 'treatment of Yang'. Let me assure you that as an author, I take no pleasure in seeing my characters ("my" meaning my AU version) suffer. I'm not George R.R. Martin. I don't delight in death and suffering. Everything Yang and Blake, and even Ruby and the rest, are going through is for a reason. I don't hate anyone, and I don't like making them suffer. But in the case of Yang, I really just wanted to show that even someone as happy and outgoing as she, can suffer. Her suffering is a very clear and obvious kind. However, that is not often the case with depression. So often, you hear the family and friends of suicide victims say "s/he was always seemed so happy". It's because those who suffer, don't want others to know what their pain feels like. So they often bury it so deep that sometimes they fool even themselves. Now, I can't accurately portray Yang that way because her darkness is a situational depression, not clinical/genetic depression. However, suicidal tendencies can be treated the same way, no matter what causes them. Friendship and companionship is the biggest step. Just take the time out of your day to show them kindness and compassion. Empathy goes a long way. It's not a foolproof method to save everyone. Not everyone can be saved, unfortunately. All we can do is try our hardest to show them hope and love. I can't stress this enough, it DOES get better.
Okay, I've said what I've wanted to say there. I know I'm very vocal and passionate about suicidal awareness and mental health awareness, but I have very good reasons.
Now for the announcement! I will be starting up a Facebook page for this AU! Look for the group named "RWBY: Sunshine and Shadows" (or something to similar effect), sometime around Monday. I'm very excited to start this and hopefully I will meet many of you there!
As always, thanks for reading! And I will see you in the next chapter!
Oi, matey! Wha' do ye t'ink yer doin'? I have nay said me piece yet 'n' yer alrea'y to set sail, ye cod-spittin' cur! As I were sayin', dis here be a chapt'r full o' sex and wha'no'. So's, when ye see the warnin', well, ye be warned! Now where be that bloo'y author, I nee' ta shoot somet'in'!
Two Years After Cinder's Invasion
With senior year right around the corner, Blake was franticly obsessed with learning as much as she could about as much as she could. Yang, however, was slightly less concerned and spent most of her days training in the gym. Classes for juniors and seniors were left entirely up to the students. Some, like Ruby and Blake, applied for as many AP classes as they could, while others, like Ren and Weiss, preferred to study more mundane classes like business and economics.
Pyrrha spent most of her time with Jaune, and either Azura or Cole whenever they could spare the time, developing Jaune's Paladin semblance. He'd learned how to form solid weapons of light, but had yet learned to hold the shape for very long.
Nora had all but dropped out, preferring to spend her time playing the doting housewife for Ren. Her sudden manner change had taken everyone by surprise, but Ren didn't seem to mind. She was still the same hyperactive girl that they all loved, but now she had an outlet for all of her energy. Not that Ren complained, even if he did limp to classes sometimes.
Yang tied her shoelaces together and threw the athletic footwear over her shoulder. She hefted her new personalized punching bag in one arm, and headed to the locker room. After stashing her stuff, she raced out to Bumblebee and zipped to the all-too-familiar hospital.
The young Huntress was beginning to despise the place. First, she had been trapped there for weeks, healing, then her sister had nearly died there. Not to mention Blake, Nora, and Ren's brief stays there. Add in Pyrrha's long coma, and the place spelled doom. Now, the matter was much more grievous.
Taiyang, her father, had been found. Qrow and Ozpin, in one of their hunts for Raven, had run into an abandoned camp. Zwei, who Qrow had decided to bring along, picked up his owner's scent, and led them straight to Taiyang.
Thanks to his semblance, the Hunter had survived for months without any food or water, but at great cost. Half of his aura had been ripped from him, and Qrow grimly surmised that it was what gave Cinder her fire powers. The remaining half, his healing factor, had worked overtime to keep him alive.
That had been only two months after Cinder's coup. Now he was safe in the hospital, being personally treated by the new chief-of-staff, Jim Doireann. Yang visited her father every day, and today was no exception.
As she made her way to his room, she thought about everything he'd been through in the past two decades. She knew he carried heavy scars from his years at Beacon, and though he didn't talk about them, Yang knew they weighed on him more each year. She saw the same look in Qrow and Ozpin's eyes that she saw in her father's. Even Professors Cole and Lapis occasionally shared the dark look.
Yet, it didn't stop there. Not five days after Yang's mother had given birth to her, she stole the Repository Key and ran. It tore Taiyang up inside, and only recently had Qrow told Yang all about her mother, Raven. Luckily, Summer had been there for Taiyang. Two years later, they were happily married and Taiyang seemed almost to be better. But tragedy struck, and when Ruby was four, Summer was killed by Grimm. Taiyang and Qrow both never talked about it. Yang had been six, and barely knew what was going on. Ruby knew, though, deep down, and it broke Taiyang.
Eventually, he'd returned to teaching, but the light in his eyes was gone. Rarely, the sisters could get him to crack a smile, but they knew that the pain he'd suffered was too much for them to heal.
As Yang looked down at the greying, blond-haired man, she smiled gently. She'd gotten her looks and temper from her mother, but her father had taught her the skills and given her the gift of her semblance. She brushed the long hair from Taiyang's face. His scruffy facial hair never grew in too long, unlike Uncle Qrow's, and Taiyang had always enjoyed blowing raspberries into Yang's stomach as a child. She'd kick and scream and laugh, but her father was merciless.
She remembered when he would read her stories to get her to sleep, and after Summer died, she'd re-tell the same stories to Ruby, for as long as her sister would let her.
"Hey, dad," she said quietly. "Same old, today, huh? I miss you. I know Ruby hasn't been in to see you yet, but don't worry too much, okay? She's busy becoming the best Huntress of all time. You should see her, dad. She looks just like mom did." Yang sniffed and laughed as she wiped a single tear from her eye. "Not crying, dad. It's hot in here. You know how we dragons are."
Yang ran her hands across her father's face once more. "I really miss you, dad. Please wake up soon, okay? I love you."
The blonde leaned over and kissed her father's forehead before turning and leaving the room.
SEX SCENE AHEAD - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Yang threw the door to the private door open, and slammed it shut behind her before leaning against it. She slowly slid to the floor and wept gentle tears.
"Yang?" a soft voice called from the bathroom.
Shit. Yang cleared her throat and tried to stabilize her voice. "Yes?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly. She stood and trudged across the crimson carpet to the bathroom door, rapping slightly against the dark wood.
"You don't have to knock anymore, love," Blake's soft voice penetrated through the wood.
The door handle turned and Blake stood in front of Yang, wearing the most scandalous set of lingerie imaginable. A lacy black push-up bra enhanced and accentuated her cleavage, while a nearly transparent black lace pair of panties left very little to the imagination.
Yang took a step back and Blake immediately saw her wet cheeks. "Oh, Dust, I'm so sorry, Yang." Blake was immediately there, holding and cradling Yang in her arms.
The brawler both loved and detested how perceptive Blake was. It was nice how quickly Blake's arms found themselves around her but at the same time, she wished that the Faunus would sometimes turn a blind eye and just distract Yang the way Yang liked best.
Blake pulled back and ran her hands through Yang's hair. Yang grabbed the Fuanus' wrists and pulled her close to her, their bodies pressing together tightly. Blake's perfume mixed with the light scent of Yang's post-workout aroma. Blake didn't mind, but Yang was forever self-conscious of it. The smaller girl gasped at the sudden movement and aggressive contact, but when she looked in her girlfriend's eyes she saw what the older girl wanted.
"Okay, love." Blake led Yang to their bed and left her standing while she climbed in. She lay on her side, her bottom leg outstretched, and her top leg arched and open, allowing Yang an impeccable view. Blake propped herself up on her right elbow and ran her left hand through her hair, her cat ears twitching slightly. She pushed her chest out and bit her lower lip, just the way that drove Yang wild.
"Oh, Yang," she said, her voice heavy with lust and the promise of a sinfully, wonderfully, obscenely pleasurable time. "I'm just so tired," she stretched and fake yawned to emphasize her current game, "but I'm just so…horny." Her voice was like silk and Yang was already dripping with anticipation. This was her favorite distraction. "I'm too tired to masturbate," she took a few chest-heaving breaths, "…so you'll have to do it for me."
Yang raised an eyebrow, but Blake, bless her heart, stayed in character the entire time. Yang stood still for a solid ten seconds, her heart aflutter. "Oh, hell yes." She ripped off her sweat-slicked tank-top. "Hell." She kicked her track shorts to the floor, nearly tripping on them as she pounced the Faunus. "Yes."
Yang was on top of Blake before the latter could prepare herself. Yang was sweaty and hot, burning almost, and Blake, the picture of elegance, melted under the searing touch of her lover. Yang's lips crashed into Blake's and she swore she could see sparks, as she thought every time she was fortunate enough to kiss the Faunus. Blake's hands found their way to Yang's hips, her thumbs hooking under the black, satin undergarments.
She started to slide them down, but then pulled them back up, teasing Yang's clit with the fabric. Yang groaned but then realized she had broken character herself. She quickly slid down Blake's body, bypassing her breasts all together. Don't worry, I've got plans for you soon enough.
The brawler nearly ripped the shear panties off of the Fuanus girl, who gasped at the speed and swiftness of her bottoms' removal. The fiery hot tongue that lanced into hear made her gasp louder, and before she knew it, she was panting as Yang's mouth expertly found every special spot and hidden pleasure that drive Blake insane with ecstasy.
Yang slid back up Blake's body, straddling the now prostrate young woman. She leaned in to undo the raven-haired woman's bra, making sure her own exposed breasts were pressed into her lover's face. Blake's tongue darted out, teasing Yang's stiffening nipples. Blake took Yang's right breast into her mouth and sloppily sucked on it, the salty taste of sweat mixing with the sweet taste of Yang's skin. As she let the mound of flesh fall from her mouth, her teeth caught the nipple, sending shivers down Yang's spine.
Deciding she'd had enough of waiting, the taller Huntress leaned in to begin a feast of her own. Blake's breasts, while smaller, were perkier and much, much more sensitive than Yang's oversized mammaries. Blake's back was arching and her stomach pressed into Yang's mound, drawing slight moans from the blonde to vibrate on Blake's flesh, which only made Blake arch higher.
The Faunus collapsed, breathing heavily, and Yang grinned at her lover. Blake weakly grinned back and Yang leaned over, thrusting her chest in Blake's face, before dragging her body down the lithe young thing underneath her. Yang fell to her side and placed her hand on Blake's sex, rubbing her clit between two fingers. Blake reached out and grabbed Yang's shoulder, digging her nails into the blonde's skin.
Yang turned her head and kissed the hand that dug into her body, and continued her motions, drawing forth Blake's climax like water from a well. The waves of pleasure overwhelmed Blake and the girl collapsed back into the bed, shaking and convulsing in pure ecstasy. Yang placed gentle kisses over her lover's body as she waited for her partner to come down.
When Blake's amber eyes fluttered open once more, Yang shot her a look that said thank you.
Blake sat up and swiftly kissed her fiancée. "Thank you," she murmured. "But now it's your turn."
Yang was on her back with her panties off before she could blink in surprise. A shadow clone held her arms to the black, cotton sheets. Yang's eyes widened and surprise and Blake just flashed a look full of love and lust. Yang quivered in anticipation, and Blake lapped up that anticipation eagerly. The brawler was writhing and moaning loudly within moments. Blake closed her eyes and smiled as she continued to feast on her lover.
Her slender tongue darted in and out of Yang's folds, hitting all of the right places, and stopping just long enough to tease Yang into moaning throatily. Blake pulled back slightly and then lay on her back, tapping Yang's thigh. "Come here, sun dragon."
The blonde straddled her lover's face, gripping the oak headboard for support as her legs almost gave out on her at Blake's first touch. Blake, who had her face buried in Yang's sex, hummed in delight, which made Yang quiver more and love juices dripped down Blake's chin. She lapped them up hungrily, the salty-sweet taste of Yang filling her mouth. Yang's breathing was the clue, and Blake knew that as soon as she could hear Yang's breathing, she was close.
Sure enough, Yang's breathing grew more and more audible, punctuated by low moans and uttered curses. "Dust, Blake, don't stop, please…" she started bucking her hips lightly, and Blake grasped her ass, slapping lightly. Yang's eyes flared crimson for only a moment; the slight adrenaline rush was a favorite tool of Blake's. It worked, and Yang shuddered as she came on Blake's face. Her lover lapped it all up and Yang wobbled. She fell to the side as Blake licked her lips.
"D-damn…" was Yang's response.
Her eyes still closed, Blake smiled lightly, savoring Yang's taste. She reached out a hand and placed it on Yang's thigh. "I'm not done with you yet, Xiao Long."
Yang was back on her back, her legs spread wide, as Blake dived back in to the still climaxing folds. Yang actually screamed out in pleasure as Blake's tongue infiltrated the sensitive flesh. Blake licked and sucked and lapped and nipped at Yang until Yang thought her heart would burst from her chest. She exploded, almost literally, in pleasure, as she showered Blake in her juices.
The young woman collapsed back on the bed, even slicker with sweat than after her workout. Blake, gently, softly, licked Yang clean, making sure that there wasn't a drop wasted, her lips gently caressing Yang's inner thigh.
Yang's hearing had gone all wonky with the force of her orgasm and as she waited for her head to clear, Blake was busy kissing her way up to her lover's mouth. Yang tasted herself on Blake's tongue and it drove her wild. She pulled Blake close to her, their bodies pressed tightly up against one another. Yang lightly nipped and sucked on Blake's neck, leaving her traditional hickey, a habit she'd picked up after seeing a particularly large hickey very poorly hidden on Weiss' neck.
It had become a competition with her sister, but also a mark of ownership to Blake. Yang, ever the overprotective and jealous one, had claimed Blake utterly, and Blake adored it. She never wanted anyone but Yang, and she made sure Yang knew it every day. Blake smiled as she lay her head on Yang's chest, hearing the rapid and out-of-control heartbeat that thumped beneath.
Yang cracked an eye open and put her lips around one of Blake's eartips, pulling slightly with her mouth. Blake shook her head in the cutest way and nuzzled into Yang, purring heavily.
"Thank you, kitten," Yang said, softly.
A light kiss on Yang's chest was Blake's response.
They lay together, in each other's arms, for a very long time.