Chapter 5: Just Want To Have Fun
"Come on, Blake! Get up and dance!" They were in a night club in upper Vale, not the classiest place, but Blake knew there were worse places to be.
"Ugh, why?"
"Because we're here to show you a good time!" Yang pulled her partner off the bar stood and to her feet, then practically dragged her to the dance floor. Once Yang got her friend moving, Blake almost cracked a smile. 'I've never seen blame dance before, but damn she's good.' Yang thought to herself.
Blake moved her body like Yang had never seen before, the blonde was dumbfounded. The lights were flashing, the music was deafening, but nothing registered in Yang's mind except how amazing Blake was at dancing. Weaving in and out of the people, she looked like she did when she was in a fight, wait, was that what she pictured? Blake zoned out completely, all she saw was the Grimm in front of her, and a weapon in her hand. She dodged to left, raised Gambol Shroud's blade to slice a beowolf right down the middle, and spun around and whipped her weapon into its loose form as she cracked it in the air. She swung it down and wove between the whip, it worked its way around her like a snake.
"Wow, Blake, you never told me you had those kinds of moves."
"What?" The black haired girl snapped out of her trance.
"You dance like a pro! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I... didn't know I could do that."
"WOOHOO!" Yang yelled out as kicked her motorcycle into the highest gear.
"Oh shit!" Blake cried out as she became confident that this was how she was going to die.
"Hold on tighter!" Yang had to call over the roar of the engine. Black tightened her grip around her partner's stomach, her body was so warm, so comforting. Yang loved the touch, the feeling was great, unexplainably desirable. Yang pulled and leaned back, popping up the front wheel. When she felt the faunus' grip tightening to the point where the driver could not longer breath, she put the front wheel back down and pulled over. "Everything alright?"
"Couldn't be better." Blake said sarcastically as she leaned over the side, looking like she was about to vomit.
"Come here." The taller girl stepped off the bike and helped her partner off, then led her over to a nearby bench. They sat down, Yang leaning against the faunus' shoulder, her head nestled under Blake's cheek. "Sorry about that." Yang stroked Blake's back, trying to calm her down.
"How do you go anywhere on that deathtrap?"
"I'm used to it, I guess." Yang combed her fingers through the smaller girl's hair, it was soft and thick.
"Can we walk back to Beacon?"
"Sure, it is a nice night after all." This wasn't Yang, preferring to walk than get on her motorcycle, talking about the beauty of the sky, it was weird to her, but with Blake around, it was a good weird.
Out of the blue, three black cars, all identical, rooked up to where the girls were sitting. Two large men in dark clothes jumped out of each car. Sensing the trouble, both young huntresses got ready to pull their weapons. The men approached them, fists up. One bald thug in a black suit threw a punch at Blake, but the Faunus was too quick, she ducked and drew her weapon. She used the butt of the hilt to smack the man in the forehead, sending him stumbling back.
Without even activating her gauntlets, Yang punched another suited thug, knocking him into the middle car. Knowing this was going to turn real ugly real fast, they all pulled out long metal rods with electrified tips. Yang managed to disarm one, but got shocked by another from the side. The white electricity danced across her body, causing her to scream in pain.
"Yang!" Blake barely had time to yell before catching a taser in the back of the neck.