Chapter 5: Yangin' Out With Blake

Hooray for puns! Or, if you're not the type for puns, screw you, The Draigg, for making puns! There, now I've appealed to both demographics! I'm so considerate. But really, would it be a story with Yang if it didn't have puns? Don't answer that. Getting off that tangent, just a friendly reminder that I don't own RWBY, or any media. Really, I don't. But, me getting to do that is a long term goal. Now, enough about me, let's get going!

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"Blub blub blub!" Yang sounded out as she poked Blake's face with a fish plushie that she bought. Annoyed, Blake swatted at the fake fish.

"I swear, if you keep that up, it's going to give me a stroke," complained Blake.

Putting down the toy, Yang placed her hands on her hips. "Oh, come one, Blakey! I thought you of all people would like this fish!". At that, Blake quickly covered Yang's mouth and looked around. Nobody else was in the hallway that the two of them were standing in. Seeing that she was safe, Blake sighed and removed her hand.

"Would you be quiet about that?" the cat Faunus furiously whispered. "I'm not ready to reveal that to everyone,".

The smile on Yang's face dropped. "Oh, geez, I forgot. Ahhh… sorry, Blake," she mumbled in apology. Even sometimes Yang had to admit to herself that her teasing went a little too far. Blake was still closeted about being a Faunus except to people she personally trusted. All it would take is one slip up, and all of the work she performed while disguised as only a human would be gone.

Huffing, Blake let herself relax a little. "I-it's okay… Just be careful, okay? It's all I ask," she forgave.

"Cool, cool… But, I wish you can say the same in the bed…" Yang joked, her grin growing once more. Blake couldn't help but smirk a little at Yang's teasing.

"Hey, I haven't heard a complaint yet," Blake pointed out.

A little too quickly, Yang replied, "Remember the whole shock dust thing?".

Blake cringed at the memory. That was the first real hint for her that her favorite erotica authors had very little clue about what they were writing. It also served as a reminder not to trust everything you read. As a result of that little experiment, Yang couldn't walk, let alone stand for a while, and the two of them both felt incredibly awkward about the whole thing. And, if you wanted to get really egregious about it, it was a waste of a perfectly good shock dust crystal. Weiss would be disappointed at that fact, if she knew about it. But really, it was best for all involved parties that she didn't. The level of discomfort would be too damn high.

"Can we not talk about that?" Blake pleaded. Her stomach was feeling uneasy just at the thought of it.

"Just sayin'…" Yang drifted off with a shrug.

The silence that followed was laced with an uncomfortable feeling. For some reason, these awkward beats were becoming more and more common. But, maybe if they didn't get into such weird misadventures, then they wouldn't occur as often. Food for thought.

"So… what now?" asked Yang.

"…Kraken, I guess?" Blake suggested.

Yang immediately shot down that idea. "Nah, that sounds boring. And worse, educational. I want to do something FUN," she moaned loudly.

"Like what? This is an aquarium, not an amusement park," Blake flatly observed.

" Actually… that map DID say that a playroom was near the Kraken tank…" Yang thought out loud.

"Really? What are you, five?" Blake sneered.

With a thump of her fist against her chest, Yang proudly declared, "I can't help but be a child at heart, Blakey-poo. Now, we can go play, or we can stay here and be bored. What's it gonna be?".

Blake mulled over the idea of hanging out at a play area in her mind. One the one hand, it was kind of weird for someone her age to just hang out where children played at. On the other hand, fish weren't very interesting. Sure, they tasted great, Blake knew that very well. But really… someone who's hobby was looking at fish swimming lazily was either very dull, or past their mid-forties. Aquarium visits were one step ahead of model trains, in Blake's mind.

"Sure, why the heck not," the cat girl decided. She didn't have much too really lose by going to the play area. Heck, at least it would be entertaining to see what Yang might do there.

"Good girl. Let's get going!" Yang said as she turned and began to walk down the hall.

Blake raised an eyebrow at Yang's back. "…You do know that leads to the lobby, right?" she called out.

Yang paused mid step. Turning around to look at Blake, she gave her a sheepish look. "Right. I was, uh, testing you. And you passed! G-good job!" was Yang's bluff. Blake clearly didn't buy it, and shot her a doubtful look instead.

"Don't give me that look…" Yang grumbled as she began to walk in the other direction. Blake waited for Yang to pass her before she followed. It never ceased to amuse Blake to get Yang back for her teasing occasionally.

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When Blake and Yang walked through the threshold of the play place, they were greeted by a rather unexpected sight. Indeed, it was a rare thing to behold in front of them.

Weiss was angrily throwing herself around the ball pit, as if she had a vendetta against brightly colored plastic balls. Blake was incredibly confused at the view. However, Yang took something entirely different away from all this.

"Holy crap, a ball pit!" the blonde cheered as she shoved her stuffed fish into Blake's hands and made a beeline towards the ball pit. Blake simply rolled her eyes and walked after her girlfriend. Although, to be fair, it wasn't like she didn't see this one coming. After all, Yang was a self-proclaimed child at heart.

Yang began to giggle like a small child as she climbed into the ball pit. Then, with only the train of thought a five year old would have, Yang began to throw plastic balls at Weiss' head, simply to get a rise out of her.

It worked like a charm.

"Damn it, Yang! I'm trying to do something here! You aren't helping!" Weiss yelled at the blonde, now realizing that she was in the pit with her. She was less concerned that Yang was here, and much more that she was being an annoying oaf.

As if on cue, Ruby rose out of the balls, several of them in her hands. "Surprise attack!" she cried as she began to throw plastic balls at Weiss too.

Weiss stood there and took the attacks, her rage growing. She was shaking in pure anger now, and she was ready to explode with furious energy. By now, Weiss was so pissed that she had lost the ability to form coherent words. "Flargl megh murrh drehh cepp gahhh" she growled from the back of her throat. There was absolutely no way that was a good sign.

In a moment of dead calm, Weiss ignored the balls being thrown at her, walked over to the edge of the pit, and climbed out. Then, she speed-walked into the nearest restroom and locked the door behind her. Then, as if ushered from the deepest pit of hell, screams of pure hatred were heard from behind the door.

"GGGAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GGGGHHHHHHAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Then, the screaming stopped. Yang, Blake, and Ruby stared at the door, not knowing what to expect. After a minute of tense silence, the lock on the door clicked open, and the bathroom door opened. Weiss was huffing with deep breath, and her hands were clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

She stomped back to the ball pit and glowered at Ruby from the edge.

"APOLOGIZE. NOW," Weiss demanded through gritted teeth.

Damn, Weiss could be really scary sometimes. Like, right now. That was a good example. In fact, so much so that Ruby was currently frozen with fear. And this was happening to girl who viewed a giant Nevermore as prey.

"S-s-s-sor-r-ry, W-Weiss OH GOD DON'T HURT ME!" Ruby cried as she disappeared under the balls again, this time to hide.

Yang slowly got out of the ball pit and walked towards Weiss. "Weiss… just calm down now… there's no need to get upset…" she said in a soothing voice. It didn't seem to be working, as she could still hear Weiss heavily breathing through her nose.

Deciding to put a quick end to this, Yang gently wrapped Weiss in a hug and began to stroke her hair lightly. "Sshhh, sshhh… calm down now, that's a good girl…" she cooed at the heiress.

Weiss' breathing slowed, and her hands stopped clenching. She could feel the warmth of Yang's aura envelop her, just like a warm quilt on a chilly day. It was a relaxing feeling. Eventually, Weiss' muscles stopped tensing, and she melted in Yang's soft embrace. Most of all, it reminded her of when Ruby held her. Now Weiss understood where that nice embrace came from.

"Are you okay now?" Yang asked as she massaged Weiss' scalp some more.

"Mm-hmm," hummed Weiss in response. Wow, Yang felt nice. Really nice. It was like being with a bigger Ruby right now.

Yang let go of Weiss, who whimpered in annoyance. However, now that she wasn't in a murderous rage, this was the time to try and make amends with her girlfriend…. even though it was her fault. But, if her past experiences had taught her one thing, it wasn't all that healthy to hold onto and internalize the hatred and annoyance she felt at that moment. It nearly destroyed her the last time she let it get to her.

"R-Ruby? You can come out, I'm not going to hurt you," Weiss weakly said to the ball pit. She thought she saw a few balls shift in place, but Ruby didn't surface. So, she just decided to continue. "I-I'm sorry that I got mad at you… but we just need to get our work done, and I'm sorry that I lost my patience. Can you please come out so we can do what we need to?".

After a minute of quiet, a small voice drifted up form under the balls. "Y-you're not going to hurt me?".

"No, of course not," Weiss replied.

Slowly, a section of balls rose, before they gave way to a still nervous Ruby. She was fidgeting with her fingers and her gaze was unfocused. "I'm so-sorry for all that… We had a g-goal and I didn't do my job as leader and I let you down and I'm a big baby and—" she rambled on before Weiss grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the ball pit.

Placing her hands on Ruby's shoulders, Weiss looked Ruby in the eyes. "I shouldn't've acted like that. We both regret what we did, okay? We can just put that behind us, and do what we need to do, alright?" she offered. Ruby gave a small nod in response.

"Great. Now, come on. We have to at least look at the Kraken," Weiss said as she took Ruby's soft hand and led her out of the play room.

Dumbfounded at what just played out in front of them, Yang and Blake watched silently as Team White Rose walked out of the paly place and down the hall, presumably to the Kraken tank.

"Well… that was a thing," Yang summarized.

"No kidding," agreed Blake.

"You can't deny that wasn't interesting," Yang added.

"Well, to a certain degree, I suppose," Blake said. Maybe 'interesting' wasn't the best word to describe that little passion play, but it was close enough to understand what Yang meant.

Without anything better to do, Yang climbed back into the ball pit to play around in it some more. But, now that the others were gone, she had to think of something to do. But then, she got a good idea of how to have fun and mess with Blake.

Taking a shiny red plastic ball in her hand, Yang waved it around at Blake. "Hey! Fetch!" she said as she tossed it out of the pit.

"Really? You're doing this now?" Blake exasperatedly groaned. However, she made sure to garb the ball and toss it back to Yang.

Yang smiled. She had Blake right where she wanted her. So, she grabbed another red ball and tossed it out again. Almost immediately, Blake went after it and threw it back at Yang. And that process repeated itself again. And again. And again. And another time. And again. And again. Eventually, it got to the point where this process went on for about twenty minutes.

But then, Blake realized what Yang was doing. "Hey! I'm NOT playing fetch with you! No way!" she protested.

Instead of listening to her, Yang tossed out another ball. And, just like all the other times, Blake got it and tossed it back at Yang.

And this went on for a while more.

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I don't know about you, but my cats love playing fetch. Or, at least they did. Not so much now, given how old they are. But hey, cats are fun. Man, that fetch scene would make for some good fan art… I wouldn't mind if some was made for my stories. Hint, hint, readers. Anyway, moving on form the shameless begging, let me know what you think of the story so far with a review or message for me. This is The Draigg, signing off to go see my cats.