Wow guys. I've actually gotten some positive feedback. Thats a new one. I decided that I will keep writing this, but I do play lacrosse and right now our coach is making us come in extra for conditioning. When I have free time, this is what I'll do! That means that the updates probably won't be constant, but I'll do my best to get these out on a regular schedule! Right now, I'm writing this in class when I should be writing my next big paper... its awkward because I'm facing away from everybody else so nobody can see my screen. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 2

Blake stalked through the halls of Beacon Academy. Her eyes trained on a book, she attempted a futile struggle to distract herself from her worries about her partner. Yang had been acting strange around her lately. Every time Blake would approach the brawler, she would flush red, and practically run away. Although Blake had feelings for Yang, she never acted THAT rashly. She knew that Yang had feelings for her, after all, the boisterous blonde had never been good at hiding away her emotions.

Blake's eyes scanned over the words of her novel, but her mind wasn't comprehending anything. Her thoughts kept drifting back the her gorgeous partner. Sighing, she closed her book and headed back to her dorm. Her heels clicked against the cold, tile floor as she turned down the halls. When she reached her room, Blake quietly opened the door, careful not to wake her sleeping teammates.

At first glance, everything seemed normal. The sort breathing of her comrades soothed her faunus ears. Ruby laid in her partner's bed with Weiss. They clung onto each other, and the way each of them had a soft smile on their face made Blake a little envious.

Blake banished those thoughts from her head, and glanced to the right. Yang was nowhere to be seen...again. For the last few weeks, Yang had been staying out until sometimes 4:00am. Blake assumed she was just working out, but Yang almost never told her when she was taking on new missions anymore. The thought of the sleep deprived girl going out in the middle of the night to kill packs of beowolves worried the faunus. She wouldn't be that worried if the girl would just get some sleep.

I wonder if this was what I was like when we were hunting the White Fang... She thought.

Blake grabbed her robe, and made her way into the bathroom. After a quick shower, she got dressed, brushed her teeth, and sauntered out. Her bed seemed awfully inviting right now. As soon as her head hit the pillow, Blake fell into a deep slumber.

Yang's legs were at a breaking point. She had been running for a few hours now. Three, four, she had lost track. The point was, she was exhausted. As she slowed her speed on the treadmill, Yang wiped away several stray droplets of sweat that had crystalized on her forehead. She stepped off, and her legs immediately gave out. She was floored within a matter of seconds. Groaning, she picked herself back up, and limped to the showers.

Blake stared up at the empty bunk of her partner. 3:30am... she should be back by now. Blake had woken up about an hour after she had fallen asleep. She simply could not bare to think about Yang being in trouble. Even her dreams were haunted by the possibly beaten, and bloodied girl. She had thought about going to search for her, but decided against it after seeing Yang's gauntlets were gone. At least that means she'll be able to protect herself if need be... if she is awake enough...shit.

Blake's cat ears twitched as the sound of tired footsteps approached the room. The door creaked, and opened, revealing the blonde herself. Blake sighed in relief, shot out of her bed, and wrapped her arms around Yang's waist. Yang stumbled back a few feet, but regained her balance when her back hit the now closed door. As she did this, however, the door slammed creating a considerable racket.

Both Yang and Blake froze as they heard Ruby moan from across the room. The girl's eyes fluttered open and landed straight on the exhausted duo. They stared at each other for a moment before Ruby's still asleep mind comprehended what was going on. Without saying a word, she untangled herself from her sleeping girlfriend (earning an upset groan from the Ice Queen herself), and walked straight toward her sister. Blake let go and stood aside as Ruby stood only inches from Yang's face.

Ruby wasn't smiling, but wasn't frowning either. She had a completely neutral expression on as she scanned her sister over: even Blake, the master at reading emotions, couldn't make out the thoughts. They stood like this for a solid minute or two. No movement. No words. Nothing. Finally Ruby sprung forward and thrust her fist straight into Yang's gut.

"Ow! What the fuck, Ruby?!" Yang grunted.

Still not saying a word, Ruby flew forward and wrapped Yang in a warm hug.

"My sister doesn't complain when she gets hit." Ruby stated with the same natural expression. "You need rest to get your aura recharged."

Yang was blown away by the maturity her sister was showing. Now that she thought about it, Ruby had really changed within the last few years. Her hair was long enough to wear in a short ponytail (which she always did). She wore baggy red tank tops (much like Yang's), and black leggings to bed. Her combat attire was, for the most part, the same: a red and black combat skirt with a corset, combat boots, and her signature red cape with beowolf fur lining the hood.

Ruby walked her sister to her bed. Yang climbed up the makeshift steps and collapsed on the soft mattress: she was out cold within seconds. Ruby gave a soft smile after hearing the familiar light snoring, and returned to the opposite side of the room where Weiss laid. How Weiss hadn't woken up she will never know.

Blake sauntered back to her bed and easily fell back asleep fully knowing that her partner was finally above her.