Ruby couldn't help but squirm in the thick atmosphere following Blake's story. She had told them all about the riot and the White Fang as they silently listened. How they had started out playing at peaceful protests and rallies that ended in a vicious downwards spiral towards violence.
The air was heavy with the confession, nobody knowing exactly how to respond to it. Well, all except one.
"So you're saying," Yang said, her eyebrows knit together as she practically slammed a sledgehammer through the tension. "That you joined a band that later became a cult, started a violent riot, beat the shit out your brother/friend/lead singer, then Ozpin gave you a get out of jail free card?"
Blake's eyebrows furrowed. "It was not a cult. The riot was not intentional, at least on my part. And it was not a get out of jail free card." Her face smoothed out into her usual blank expression after a second and she added, "But I did beat the shit out of Adam."
Ruby let out a breath she felt like she'd been holding since she heard the words 'White Fang'. She should've expected it, considering how Blake talked about her past, but she didn't think it would be that extreme. Was this what Blake had been struggling to get clean of?
The woman in question had been tense and twitching during the entire conversation, eyes flicking towards the door every few minutes like she would make a break for it at the slightest provocation.
They were all gathered in the living room. Blake and Yang sitting side by side on the couch, Weiss standing off to the side, and (much to the heiress' displeasure) Ruby sat on the table.
"Damn. You're a survivor, Blake." Yang leaned back in her seat, looking slightly impressed. "I saw that footage on the news. That Adam dude was like twice your size and you completely destroyed him."
"You're not… I don't know. Angry? Betrayed? Cautious?" Blake asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
Yang shrugged, sighing. "To be honest, I'm a little pissed you didn't tell us sooner. I'm still cool with you, though. You've been nothing but good to us Blakey."
Blake's shoulders relaxed slightly, eyes turning to the other sister. Ruby tried to give her the most reassuring smile she could. "I still think you're awesome, Blake. Like I said before, we've all done some things we're not proud of, but those things don't define us."
Slowly, The faunus' eyes made their way over to Weiss. The Ice Queen was looking at the ground, eyes cold and calculating. She hadn't said a word through the entire story and it was starting to make Ruby worry. Out of all of them, Weiss was the most rigid. The most set in her ways.
"Do you plan on starting any more riots? Do you want to hurt anyone?" She asked, voice cold.
Ruby gulped, but Blake answered quickly and confidently. "No. That was a mistake that I don't intend on making again."
The heiress' face softened and she nodded, looking up from the ground and into golden eyes. "Then it shouldn't be a problem. I'll have to agree with Ruby on this. You are still 'awesome'."
A grin split Ruby's face and she squealed as quietly as she could. Yang's face mirrored her's. And, though Blake and Weiss were more reserved, the woman in red could see the tiny smiles lifting the edges of their lips.
Blake and Weiss had come a long way since they began. Weiss was less judgmental and Blake, more trusting. Even Yang and Ruby had changed for the better. Ruby hadn't felt quite as angry. While Yang had been less protective, if only a tiny bit.
Ruby felt like she might be able to call her little group a family.
Yang interrupted the fluffy feelings to bring the group back to reality. And in the process, solidified Blake's acceptance, whether she knew it or not. Ruby guessed that she knew it. Yang always had her way of knowing things. "Now that that's over, have you guys made any progress on the songs for our album?"
Ruby winced, smiling sheepishly. They hadn't had a shred of progress. "No. He did say to add our audition songs though. Me and Yang-"
"Yang and I." Weiss corrected.
"-Have 'I Burn'. What did you two have?"
Both Blake and Weiss stiffened, making Ruby's eyebrows pull together.
Blake's ears flattened against her head. Ruby found it kind of cute how her ears always expressed what her face didn't. "My audition was the riot."
"That makes sense I guess. Our's was a show we did at a bar." Ruby scratched her head, then looked at Weiss. "What about you."
"I sang a song from an opera." Ruby wondered why her answer was so short and aggressive, but her tone made it clear that there was no room for question.
Ruby sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. Back to square one. She had so much to say, but none of it felt right. It was their first album. It was their beginning. She couldn't just slap any old song in there and call it good.
It was starting to take it's toll on her energy. She didn't know what was wrong with her. When she wanted to sing about something, the words usually came easily.
"Alright. I guess we'll just have to keep working on it. We don't really have a time limit, so it should be alright." She reasoned, gathering as much energy as she could for an optimistic smile.
Yang got up, squeezing her little sister's shoulder gently. "Don't worry Rubes. You guys will come up with something." She smiled, "Besides, I'm always here to drag you guys outside if you need it."
Weiss' hand reached out towards Blake, curled into a fist. The faunus smiled slightly, tapping her own fist against it. After a moment of hesitation, the heiress also turned towards Ruby.
Ruby smiled widely, excited to be part of their little ritual. But before she could get her hand up, Weiss tapped her fist gently to the side of Ruby's head. Ruby briefly wondered if Weiss really understood how this was supposed to work, but she was appreciative nonetheless.
"I have no doubt that the two of you will succeed. I may not have the physical strength to 'drag' you somewhere, but I will help in any way I can." She said, a faint blush coming to her cheeks. Weiss turned quickly in an effort to hide it and strode down the hall.
When Ruby heard a door shut, she turned to her sister and gave her a stern glare. "We need to talk."
Yang retracted her hand so fast, it looked like she had been burned. "About what?" She asked, letting out a nervous chuckle.
Ruby grabbed the blonde's hand tightly before turning to Blake. "We need to have a sister talk. We can try writing again right after though, this shouldn't take long."
The faunus smirked and gave her a nod.
Ruby fixed Yang with a stern look, as if daring her to argue, before dragging her to her room. The blankets still blocked the window and kept the room in darkness. As soon as she lit one of her candles, she whirled on Yang. "Spill it."
Yang smiled.
It wasn't a regular Yang smile, Ruby noted. It looked unsure and… scared. Ruby tensed, red flags going up in her head. She could count on one hand how many times she had seen her sister scared. The fact she was trying to hide it only made her even more concerned.
"Spill what?"
"Whatever it is that's making you weird. You've been weird since the day we went to Dad's."
Yang's smiled twitched and fell, her shoulders sagging. "It's complicated, Ruby." She murmured.
Ruby pushed her back until she was sitting on the bed before sitting down beside her. "I don't care. If it's affecting you this much, then I'll do my best to understand it."
Yang was always protecting her and caring about her. Ruby would jump at the chance to do the same for her, even if it was only a little bit.
Her big sister sighed, clasping her hands together in front of her. "It's about Weiss."
Ruby nodded, but stayed silent. She suspected that it was something about the heiress, she just didn't know what.
"I mean, we talked. We talked about us," She motioned to herself and Ruby, "We talked about her. She let down her guard and she trusted me."
Yang put her head in her hands, sighing deeply. "Then I went and made out with her and ruined everything." She groaned.
"Yang, I think you're forgetting that she made out with you too." Ruby pointed out. "Weiss isn't good at being vulnerable. It took her a long time to even admit to us that she took naps. Even then, it was with a long speech about how good naps are for you. She could just be scared."
Ruby grasped Yang's shoulder, squeezing it gently like the blonde always did for her. "But you can't know any of that for sure until you talk to her."
The blonde looked up from her hands, "What if she doesn't want to talk to me?"
Ruby rolled her eyes. "Ugh. You are being so dumb right now." Yang pouted at her, but Ruby continued. "I don't know Weiss as well as you do, and even I know that she cares about all of us. You included. She may be really good at ignoring things, but she won't ignore you."
Yang stayed silent in thought for a moment before pulling her into a headlock, a goofy grin plastered to her face. "When did you start being so wise, huh? That's my job!"
"When you started being a dummy about simple stuff!" She said, doing her best to punch Yang in the stomach. That was always infuriating. It was like punching a rock.
Yang only laughed, releasing the girl. "Alright, I'll give you that one. Thanks Rubes."
"Don't thank me! Go talk to her! You totally got this." She said, making shooing motions.
Yang stood tall, her smile would've blinded Ruby if the girl hadn't been used to it. "You're right. I totally got this!" With that, she strode out of the room excitedly and (more important) confidently, calling out, "Weiss!" before the door could close all the way.
Ruby chuckled to herself. Yang was always so strong and fearless, but little things could hurt her a lot more than she would admit.
Before long a knock came at the door. Ruby smiled widely, "Come in! We can get started."
Blake stepped in, a mug of tea and her notebook in her hands, and looked back, "Ruby, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think your sister is going to die."
Ruby's smile fell, her head tilting to the side. "Um… why?"
"She just ran into the bathroom, screaming for Weiss."
The woman could see how that was a little odd, but it didn't necessarily mean that death was imminent. She opened her mouth to say so, but Blake clarified.
"Weiss was in the bathroom."
Ruby froze.
"Fun fact: she has a tattoo."
Yang was going to die.
She dashed out of the room, looking down the hall at the bathroom door. She could faintly hear Weiss' squawking and Yang's alarmed voice, but couldn't make out what was going on.
"H-Hey guys? Is everything alright?" She asked loudly, wondering if she needed to go back for a weapon.
"I'm naked, I'm wet, and I broke my fingers on your sister! Does it sound like everything is alright!?"
Ruby opened her mouth, closed it, and stepped back into her room, slamming the door shut behind her and leaning back against it. She looked at Blake with eyes wide and a horrified. That was not what she meant when she said 'go talk to Weiss'.
"I stand corrected. Your sister is not going to die." She said, smirking. "But if she does good, Weiss might buy her a house."
Ruby put a hand over the faunus' mouth, groaning pitifully. "Please, let's focus on the songs."
Blake chuckled and took a seat on the bed, flipping open her notebook. Ruby sighed as quietly as she could, walking over to sit beside her. She was not looking forward to staring at a bunch of her own nonsensical scribbles for hours again, but if it destroyed the extremely uncomfortable thought of her sister getting it on in the bathroom, she would do it.
The time was always spent going back and forth between writing something down and scribbling it out because it wasn't right.
Blake wasn't faring any better. Ruby constantly found her glaring at her notebook or with her eyes closed tightly and her lips pressed hard together. Today was a little different. Blake looking stoic and blank was normal, but not when she was writing.
She looked down at her paper, deep in thought instead of frustration. Ruby really hoped she had an idea, they couldn't keep running ragged like this.
"Ruby." Blake spoke up, eyes still lost in the lines of her page. "Why was everyone so… okay with what I've done?"
Ruby blinked a few times, silver eyes finding the faunus again. That's what she had been thinking so hard about?
"Why wouldn't we be?"
"A lot of people got hurt because of me, Ruby. I guess I just didn't expect you guys to be so understanding."
Ruby bumped her shoulder against Blake's, eyes shining. "Blake, we're your friends. Nobody will judge you. Nobody will throw you out. You're safe here."
She didn't know how explain it any better than that. Was Blake scared that they wouldn't like her? Or that they would turn on her? Ruby didn't know, but she'd drill her point into Blake's head as many times as she needed.
Blake's gaze stayed her paper for a few long moments before finally looking up at the girl, offering a small smile. "Is it okay if we use my song? The one from the riot?"
A grin split Ruby's face, "Of course!"
Blake's small smile grew a little, making Ruby's heart throb hard in her chest. "I want to change it though. I don't want it to encourage violence and hatred. I want it to be about peace and equality."
"Do you mind if I take a look at it?" Ruby asked, motioning towards the notebook in the faunus' hands. At the flattening of Blake's ears, she put her hands up in a calming gesture. "I'll only look at that song! And, if it makes you more comfortable, you can look through mine."
Her ears twitched and slowly rose in a way that made Ruby use every ounce of her self control to keep from squealing. "That sounds… acceptable."
The woman in red grinned widely, surrendering her notebook. Blake flipped to the page that her song began on and handed hers over as well.
Ruby's eyes scanned the page eagerly. Blake always made her songs so elegant and beautiful, it fascinated her to no end.
It was titled "From Shadows" and it spoke of rising from oppression and ridicule. It flowed smoothly but had a hard violent edge, a couple of phrases sounded a lot different than something Blake would write. It wasn't pure hatred, there was an undertone of righting wrongs and dealing justice. It wouldn't take much work at all to go from violent to encouraging.
"Ruby, is this a poem?" Blake asked curiously, snapping the girl out of her thoughts.
The bright red notebook was turned to the first page, only six lines of text on the paper. Ruby's face heated and she gave Blake a nervous smile. "It's a song. Well, the beginning of a song at least. I um… I never really finished the lyrics, but it's the first one I made."
"Why didn't you finish it?" The faunus asked, ears flicking.
"I just… couldn't, I guess." She scooted back until she was leaning against the wall, pulling her knees up. "I was really mad and I wanted to write something. That's what came out. I was expecting something violent and angry. Something that would hurt. But no matter how hard I tried, that was all I could write."
Blake looked on and Ruby was glad that she seemed so expressionless most of the time. She didn't laugh or look at her strangely and it gave the girl a little bit of courage. "I played it over and over until I calmed down. Even then, I couldn't add more lyrics. I still play it sometimes when I'm angry or anxious. It keeps my head clear."
"Will you play it for me?" The faunus asked quietly.
Ruby smiled slightly, getting up and picking her way through her instruments until she got to one in particular. She picked up the ten-stringed cuatro, strummed it a couple of times, tuned it and retreated back to the bed.
Her fingers started their familiar trek up and down the frets of the instrument, her nerves and fear of judgement melting away almost immediately. She hummed softly, voice slowly getting lower until she finally opened her mouth.
"Red like roses fills my dreams
and brings me to the place you rest."
She knew that her voice was ill suited for the song and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like with Weiss singing it. With all of them playing it together.
"White is cold and always yearning,
Burdened by a royal test."
A glance at Blake revealed that the golden eyes were closed, ears perked and at attention atop her head.
"Black the beast descends from shadows.
"Yellow beauty burns
Gold."
She paused for a moment before plucking quickly at the strings, a small smile making it's way to her face. The song rose and fell quickly, flowing like wind in a graceful but energetic tune. It came in like a gust of fresh air, hitting a rest where the breeze stopped, before whipping into a whirlwind of repetitive notes that slowly became faster and faster until it blew itself out.
When she played it, she saw red. Not the red haze of anger that had often clouded her vision and made her blood boil, but red like roses.
When she finally stopped, she let out a deep, content sigh. It had been months since she played that song, but the last notes still brought a sense of warm satisfaction that made a large smile curl her lips and her heart thump evenly and slowly. Her breath came out slow and calm, despite the goosebumps that had rose on her arms.
"Maybe you don't need to add more lyrics." Came the soft voice.
Ruby flinched slightly. Blake had been so still and quiet, the woman had nearly forgot she was there.
"It seems… complete. I think we should add it to the album."
Ruby nodded, setting the instrument down beside her. "It feels complete. But I don't know if it explains how I feel well enough. I've never found the words to describe it."
Blake rested a hand on the girl's arm, giving Ruby a soft smile. "Ruby, some things don't need words."
Ruby couldn't help the soft giggles that escaped her. It struck her how much of a Blake thing it was to say. The woman that could probably hold an entire conversation through nods, grunts, and moving her eyebrows.
As if to prove her point, Blake raised an eyebrow, causing the girl to burst into another fit of giggles.
"I guess you're right. People may not understand it, but it's important."
"I've learned that you can't care about everyone that doesn't get you." The faunus said, sighing and lying back on the bed. "Nobody will ever completely get you. The people that matter will come as close as they can, and accept what they can't understand."
Ruby found herself desperately hoping that she was one of the people that mattered to Blake. The faunus was shrouded in mystery and a rock hard mask, but it was slowly becoming easier to figure out who she was. What she liked and disliked. How she felt about certain things.
She found herself wondering if Blake struggled to understand her too. Ruby was honest and volunteered information about herself freely, so she doubted it. Though, she couldn't deny how thankful she was that Blake always knew what to say.
"I'm really happy we met." Ruby sighed, grinning widely at the faint blush across the faunus' cheeks.
"I am too." The tone of Blake's voice seemed to make her heart do back flips.
Ruby got up off the bed, stretching. "I don't know about you, but if I see another piece of paper I'm going to throw myself into a pit of acid. Not the fun kind either."
Blake snorted, sitting up. "Well, what do you suggest we do?"
Ruby giggled, pulling gently on Blake's hand.
"Dance with me! I have glowsticks!"
Weiss got out of the shower and pulled her towel over her head, rubbing it gently over her hair with a heavy sigh. Whoever said cold showers helped with sexual frustration needed to be shot. Multiple times.
That fucking brute would not leave her mind. She could handle the soft golden skin and wild sunshine hair. She could handle the rippling muscle that touched her much too often. She could handle the sexy smirk and calloused hands.
What she couldn't fucking handle, were those gorgeous lilac eyes looking at her with so much... care.
It was bad enough that she was attractive (read: hotter than the sun) but then she had to go and be so obscenely sweet too!? The thought of being held in those strong arms and listening to that gentle voice made her feel like her heart had been replaced with the blonde's drum set.
She groaned, throwing her towel on the ground. For three days she'd been unable to even look at her without feeling her cheeks heat up and her heart kick up into a frenzy. It was maddening.
No matter what, she couldn't shake the thought that she was imagining all of it. That the blonde didn't care. That it was an illusion her lonely mind had conjured and Yang would turn her back just like everyone else.
She looked into the mirror, eyes tracing down her body. A hand came up to rest over black ink etched into her pale skin in the shape of a snowflake. She traced the edges fondly, the top spike ending at the center of her chest and the bottom a couple inches above her belly button.
After the first (extremely embarrassing) tattoo she got, she had never liked them much. This was one she had made an exception for, though. It looked somewhat similar to the Schnee Company logo, but it was unique to her. The metal that glinted back at her in the mirror was proof that piercings were more her style. Small, inconspicuous, easily taken out or hidden.
She supposed she was attractive enough. She had been told by many others that she was beautiful, but they could easily have done it with some ulterior motive. Her cheeks warmed slightly as she remembered Yang calling her pretty. She sounded so honest when she said it. Her blush deepened as she remembered asking Yang to call her pretty.
She held back an embarrassed groan. The blonde had snuck her way into her head yet again. She definitely wasn't thinking straight. Maybe the cold water froze her brain instead of her libido?
"Weiss!" Someone screamed from down the hall.
She frowned, looking towards the door, "What!?"
If it was someone who needed the bathroom, they were just going to have to wait. Not only had she not dried off yet, but she had still had to do her makeup and her hair. Not to mention her clothing.
The door to the bathroom flew open, banging against the wall and almost giving Weiss a heart attack.
"Weiss! We need to taaa-" Yang held the note for a few moments. Weiss would've been impressed if she weren't currently frozen in place. The blonde's confident smile slowly faded into open mouthed shock.
Weiss watched with no small amount of apprehension as the lilac eyes slowly dropped from her's and wandered lower. "Weiss, you have a tattoo?"
Her eyes widened further, hand sliding off the doorknob and face growing a bright red as the door closed behind her. "Weiss… you pierced your nipples?"
Weiss willed herself to snap at her, to do something, but the intense shock and embarrassment kept her rooted to the spot. Not to mention the worrying amount of gratification she felt at the look of awe on the tall woman's face. Maybe Yang would gather her wits and leave.
Of course, there was no such luck as the blondes eyes strayed even further down the heiress' body. They stopped and blinked a couple of times before the blondes blush darkened and spread to the tips of her ears. "W-Weiss… You pierced your c-"
Weiss finally regained control of her limbs, although it was in a very violent a burst of motion (and a particuarly embarrassed squawk), she slammed a fist into Yang's stomach. A sharp, stabbing pain made it's way down her fingers, bringing tears to her eyes and turning her screech to a pained yelp.
"O-Oh god are you okay?" Yang asked nervously, hands hovering over Weiss but not touching her. "I panicked and tensed my muscles, I'm sorry!"
"Are you made of fucking steel!?" Weiss hissed, cradling her hand to her chest.
"We should really get you to the infirmary!"
"Maybe after I get some clothes on. Being stared at while I'm completely naked is slightly uncomfortable." She growled, giving Yang a pointed look.
Yang pointed to her shirt, eyebrows knit together in concern, "Would you be more comfortable if I was naked too?"
"Keep your fucking clothes on."
"H-hey guys? Is everything alright?" Came a slightly fearful voice from the hall.
"I'm naked, I'm wet, and I just broke my fingers on your sister! Does it sound like everything is alright!?"
A door slammed and there were no more questions.
Yang scratched the back of her head. "Wow. Bad choice of words."
Weiss scowled. She would've blushed, but she was in too much pain to find it embarrassing anymore. "Coming from the one who just offered to get naked with me?"
"Good point."
Weiss looked up at her to find Yang's eyes planted firmly on the ceiling. At least she was being respectful about it. You know, if you cut out the initial ogling. "I'll go to the infirmary when I'm done getting ready." She huffed, picking up the towel with her good hand.
"Weiss, you should really get that checked out sooner rather than later. I'm pretty sure I felt something break."
Weiss frowned at the thought of going anywhere without every part of her looking as it should. "I'm not going anywhere until I'm ready."
Yang looked at her as if she had grown a second head and opened her mouth, but Weiss cut her off with a dark scowl. She sighed and turned, "Fine, but I'll be right outside if you need help." With that, she left, closing the door behind her..
Weiss squared her shoulders. As if she'd need any help! It was just one hand, how hard could it be?
She finished drying off, her pride only growing. She hit a small hurdle as she tried to hang up her towel, but eventually got it on the rack and straightened out so it would dry without wrinkles.
She puffed out her chest as she looked at her neatly folded clothes. She brought down men twice her size, she was not going to be defeated by a pair of bright blue panties. She plucked them off the top and bent down, immediately slamming her face into the counter.
She growled, pressing her hand to her face angrily.
"Are you okay?" Yang's voice came in from the door, laced with worry.
"I'm fine!"
She managed to avoid the counter and even get them around both of her ankles. Getting them up, however, was tricky. Every time she tried to pull one side, the other would fall and completely ruin her progress. She continued trying, growing more and more frustrated.
With a particularly violent yank, her foot moved under. She took a step back to correct her balance, but forgot that her ankles were otherwise occupied and tumbled to the hard tile floor.
Tears sprung up in the corners of her eyes at the jostling of her hand and the wounding of her pride. This is what her life had become? Laying on the bathroom floor with a broken hand and tangled in her own panties. Absolutely pathetic.
"Are you sure you're okay?" The voice came again.
"Yes." She said, her voice thick.
There was shuffling outside the door, "Weiss, are you crying?"
"No." She huffed, scrubbing at the tears as if the blonde could see them.
There was silence for a moment before the blonde spoke again. "I'm really sorry, Weiss. I really wanted to talk to you and when I heard your voice, it kind of slipped my mind that the bathroom is the only room that isn't soundproofed."
Weiss sat up, sighing softly and scooting towards the door. "It's fine. I probably shouldn't have punched you." Her voice wavered as she spoke and she silently cursed it.
"I-I'm sorry about the other day too. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything. Kissing you seemed like a really good idea at the time and I didn't really think it through. A-and you really don't need to avoid me, I won't do it again if it bothers you." The voice broke and took on a rasp at the end.
Weiss' eyebrows knit together and she pulled her knees up to her chest. Yang thought she was uncomfortable with her? She was uncomfortable with how how easy it was to be vulnerable with Yang, not the woman herself. Had she hurt her? The thought put a cold feeling in her chest.
"Yang, you don't make me uncomfortable." She said. A small blush started in her cheeks. "In case you didn't notice, I didn't exactly push you away."
A little bit of her worried when Yang didn't reply, but she pushed it down. "It's not you that I'm uncomfortable with. I just… I've never told anybody that much about me. It made me… scared." The word tasted bitter in her mouth. She hated admitting her fear, but she didn't want to push anyone else away.
She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Really scared, Yang. Information like that has been used against me too many times and I… I don't want you to leave too."
"Weiss," Her voice sounded close to the door, "I would never use something like that against you. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have wanted to know what had you so down in the first place."
Weiss stayed quiet for a moment, a warmth spreading in her chest. It didn't solve the problem with how attractive Yang was, or the way her heart hammered so hard against her ribs, but she did feel a lot more comfortable knowing that the woman wouldn't betray her trust. "Thank you. And I'm sorry for avoiding you."
"It's alright, Weiss Cream." That stupid nickname made a blush spread over her cheeks. "I know it can be hard to trust people. So if it takes you a bit of time to do it, I'll be here waiting."
The warm feeling inside her spread and brought a small smile to her face. It did not, however, spread to her skin. Sitting naked in a bathroom after a cold shower in the winter was not one of the most comfortable experiences.
She heaved a sigh, using her good hand to push herself up. She really did not want a repeat of the underwear incident, she was pretty sure her shoulder was going to bruise. Not to mention her face.
"Is it too late to accept help?"
"It's never too late."
Weiss stepped towards the door, steeling her nerves. "K-keep your eyes closed though!"
"Um, okay."
Weiss opened it, pulled Yang inside, and shut it quickly. True to her word, the blonde's eyes were tightly closed.
The heiress' briefly prepared herself for the humiliation to come before placing her panties in Yang's hand. The brute's eyebrows scrunched together as she felt them, her face going through various stages of confusion before settling on shock.
"Weiss, are these-"
"Yes."
"You want me to-"
"Yes."
Her face turned beet red, her mouth hanging open. Weiss pursed her lip. "W-Well? Unless you expect me to do a handstand, I suggest you get on your knees."
The blonde hesitantly got down on her knees and Weiss decided that now was a good time to figure out what color their ceiling was. It was a very nice green. Kind of like grass.
She jolted slightly as a calloused hand gripped her calf, pressing a hand to Yang's head for balance. The blonde froze for a moment making an odd noise in her throat. "Weiss, that's really distracting."
"Just focus, please." She hissed through clenched teeth.
Large hands fumbled with the fabric, the blonde muttering curses under her breath, "I-It's kind of hard when I can't see."
"Don't you dare open your eyes." With her face right in front of the piercing she seemed very interested in earlier, the blood rushing to her head would probably make her pass out. Then Weiss would have to go find Ruby and Blake. Naked.
"Don't worry, I won't." She made a soft noise and smiled. "There! All done."
Weiss let out a sigh of relief, handing Yang her pants. That situation could've ended up a lot worse. Luckily, the pants went a lot quicker than the underwear and with a lot less discomfort.
"You can get up now."
Yang got to her feet with a speed that should've belonged to her sister and Weiss handed her the shirt. She was extremely glad that she usually wore button ups.
"It's alright to open your eyes." She murmured, turning away to struggle with the buttons on her shirt.
She heard a sigh of relief, "Can we go to the infirmary now?"
Weiss shook her head. "I still need to do my hair." She said, turning and picking up her brush.
"What happened to your face!?"
The pale woman frowned and looked at the mirror to find that a small purple blotch sat below her eye. She scowled. "I'd rather not talk about it."
Yang looked like she wanted to say something, but kept her mouth shut as she watched Weiss try to brush her hair with one hand. When the heiress' scowl started to look murderous, she stepped forward and plucked the brush out of her hands.
Before the woman could object (or stab her), she began to brush her hair.
"Is this okay?" She asked softly, eyes flicking up to meet Weiss' in the mirror.
Weiss was slightly indignant at being groomed like a child, but she could admit to herself that it did feel kind of nice. "You saw me naked. I'm pretty sure we're past that."
She let herself relax a bit. It surprised her how perfectly Yang was able to put her ponytail up. She turned every which way in the mirror, making sure it was just right. Exactly forty five degrees off-center. Even her bangs were just as she liked them.
"Alright. Your hair is done. Can we go now? Your hand is really starting to swell."
"I still have to do my makeup-" She was cut off by her own squawk as she was tossed over a muscular shoulder. "Put me down this instant you oaf!"
"Nu uh. We're going to the infirmary and getting your hand checked out." She said firmly, holding the heiress' legs steady as she strode through the apartment and out the door. Weiss let out a groan folding her arms and scowling at the ground. She should be happy, considering that Yang hadn't even made a lewd comment, pun, or inappropriate joke the entire time. Maybe there was hope in this wo-
"So the carpet does match the drapes." That fucking oaf giggled.
Weiss groaned loudly, pressing a hand to her face.
At least that brute hadn't seen Weiss' other tattoo.
As the woman walked back into her room, her hand in a splint, she sat tiredly on her bed. She only had two dislocated fingers, it would be safe to start moving them in a few days, and they would make a full recovery. Weiss appreciated that greatly. She honestly didn't know what she would do if she couldn't play her instruments anymore.
It took nothing short of a sharp glare and thinly veiled death threat to get Yang out of the infirmary. Even then, the blonde kept assuring her that she should call if she needed any help.
She got up to run her fingers gently over her keyboard, a small smile on her face. If there was one good thing about all of this, it was that she felt a little more at ease with her team.
Maybe it was okay to trust them? Ruby had been nothing but kind and reassuring, though she was prone to angry outbursts. Blake did hide some things from them, but told the truth when she was asked about it. And Yang… Yang had been caring and sweet, despite how infuriating she could be sometimes.
She may have had her doubts about them, but they had never been anything but good to her.
She pulled the sheet music and lyrics out of the folder on her desk, straightening them out into a neat pile before squaring her shoulders and making her way out into the hall. She stood in front of Ruby's room for a few moments, taking a couple of deep breaths, before raising her hand and knocking.
The few moments waiting for her to answer the door were torture, an anxious flare telling her to head back to her room and hide the song where no one would ever find it. But before she could lose her courage, the door swung open and Weiss was faced with curious silver eyes, spiked and messy red and black hair, and a loud assault on her ears in the form of blaring pop music.
Two figures behind her were bouncing around in the darkness to the beat of the music, making glowing patterns of purple and yellow that would be more fitting in a drug induced hallucination. Ruby herself had glowing red tube around her head and her wrists
She cringed slightly, but shoved the music into Ruby's hands. The girl looked at the stack of papers curiously before looking back up at Weiss.
"I didn't tell the whole truth about my audition." She said, swallowing hard. "I sang two songs. That is the one that got me into Beacon."
Ruby didn't comment on it, instead giving Weiss a bright smile. The pale woman couldn't help the slight upturn of her lips.
"Do you wanna come dance with us? We have glowsticks!"
The thought of sitting alone in her room made her want to cringe more than the cheery pop songs spewing from the speaker in Ruby's. Other than going a little bit deaf or getting radiation poisoning from these 'glowsticks', she didn't see how it could hurt.
"Why not?"
She was immediately pulled into the dark room, glowing blue tubes placed around her neck and wrists. Weiss inspected them cautiously before looking at the others. Or at least, what she thought were the others.
The red lights were jerking around quickly in no real order or pattern. The purple spun in slow, even circles and complex patterns. And the gold moved in quick, repetitive patterns.
Weiss had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on.
Looking down at her own blue 'glowsticks', she began trying to make her own pattern in the dark with them. When she got the hang of it, she decided there were definitely worse things she could do with her time.
As she looked around at the others, she couldn't help the wide smile that spread across her face and made her glad they couldn't see. The music pounded in her head, making logical thought nearly impossible. Simply moving with everyone else made her feel something logic never could.
And for the first time, she didn't feel alone.
AN:I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thanks so much for all of your reviews, they really help to keep me motivated.
I'm thinking that this fic is going to end up at around 30 chapters. If you have any suggestions or prompts for stories I write after, let me know in review or pm.
Until next time friends!
-Vox