Okay I ended up getting a couple of ideas from our tournament. Due to homework, more games, being REALLY sick... like SUPER sick..., exams, and sleep deprivation, I ended up not being able to get this chapter out as soon as I had hoped. BUT it's finally out, and this should be the last chapter before it kicks off... there is a possibility of two, though... I'm still making up my mind... Actually yeah there will be another chapter, THEN it gets kicked off. I'm also going to try to start writing longer chapters, but they won't come out as often.

Oh and I'm using the names of a few of my favorite lacrosse players in the future. They are hinted at in this chapter.

Stuff you might need to know:

A Hector is a tarp that you put on the opening of a lacrosse goal that has holes in the corners. Its used to teach people how to aim for places its hard for goalies to block. If you need to, just google "lacrosse hector the rejector" and look at some pictures. They are actually really useful when you don't have enough goalies at practice.

Anyways:

Chapter 6

Yang's eyes peeled open in the now illuminated room. The first thing she noticed was that Ruby and Weiss were standing right below her bed. Each donned a toothy grin as they stared at her. The second thing she noticed was that she was, indeed, not alone in her bed. As her senses returned to her, she shifted her gaze to the body next to her. Her eyes widened when she realized that she had slept with her partner. She stared in shock at the gorgeous girl, still fast asleep, who rolled over and nuzzled into her neck.

The red and white pair stifled back laughter by covering their mouths and squeezing their eyes shut. Their faces were blood red from the amount of restraint it took them to remain quiet and not wake Blake. Yang snapped out of her daze as her eyes flashed crimson. She pointed toward the door.

"Shut up, and GET. OUT." She angrily whispered.

Ruby and Weiss sensed the danger in the situation and tripped over each other in attempt to flee the pissed off brawler. The door slammed shut, leaving a very angry Yang, balanced on her right arm, staring holes into the exit. The amber haired faunus slowly began to stir from the sound of the impact. Yang's eyes switched to lilac in a heartbeat as she leaned over the waking girl in attempt to get out of bed before Blake remembered what happened. She quickly leaped over the faunus, landed clumsily on the floor, grabbed her balled up combat attire, and sped into the bathroom.

As she softly closed the door, she sighed in relief and changed her clothes. The sounds of footsteps alerted Yang before she opened the door: Blake was up. SHIT! She thought. What am I supposed to do now?! Should I just-

"Yang, I need to change. Open the door."

Yang said nothing. She dared not breathe, or move in the slightest.

"I can hear your heartbeat, Yang. Open up."

She sighed, and gave in. Opening the door, she smiled sheepishly at Blake.

"Sorry, Kitty Cat. I was just... just..." Blake stared at her, unamused. "Um... I'll just go."

She ducked her head and marched to the cafeteria before anymore unneeded conversations took place.

As soon as Yang left the room, Blake smiled warmly and chuckled: she was so awkward around her. Blake changed and began her journey to the cafeteria. Along the way, she spotted the Beacon women's lacrosse team walking to the field. Yang was nowhere to be seen, though. Maybe she's finally going to spend some time with us... She hoped.

She rounded the corner and entered the cafeteria. She noticed Ruby and Weiss were chuckling and Yang was flustered. They must be making fun of her for sleeping with me...

"Hey, Blake." Ruby managed to get out after her laughter had died down.

"Hello." Blake mused.

Blake sat down next to Yang, after getting her breakfast, and began eating her food. The blonde was remaining unusually quiet, not to her surprise. She refused to make eye contact with the amber haired girl, or anyone else of that matter. Weiss and Ruby kept shooting her knowing looks when they thought no one was looking. Blake picked up on it soon enough, but let it go.

Once everyone had finished their meals, Yang was the first one up, and ready to go.

"So I need to go to lacrosse practice today. Its one of the last ones before our big game against Haven on Monday." She stated.

"Yang, you promised you would spend time with us this weekend." Ruby sighed.

"I know, I know! I will tomorrow! We can go to Vale and shop or something. Maybe catch a movie and get dinner, I dunno, but I need today for lax."

"Fine." Yang pumped her fist in victory.

"Cool! I'll see you guys tonight!" She took off running down the hallway, presumably to the dorm to get dressed and head to the field.

"Soooooo Blake." Ruby started.

"Don't even go there." The golden eyed faunus commanded in her usual, monotoned voice.

Yang quickly ran into the dorm, and changed into some blue athletic shorts. Her penny tee was in the laundry down the hall. She walked to the dryer, and plucked her clothing out. After putting that on, she got her socks, and cleats, and ran down to the field.

Once arriving, she went into the locker room, suited up in her goalie pads, and lightly jogged out. Her team was scrimmaging with two Hectors (see author's note for description) because they only had one goalie. Now that Yang had arrived, however, there were enough.

"Hey coach!" Yang yelled. "Sorry I'm late."

"Yang! Good now we can have people in goal." She blew the whistle, signifying for the game to stop. Coach Margot motioned for them to all come to her. "Hustle, ladies!"

When everybody had arrived, dripping in sweat, Yang took off her helmet and held it under her arm. Jess came over and lightly hit her in the arm, mouthing her greeting while their coach told the team to swap out the Hectors. Yang strutted to her side of the field, after they had been dismissed, and strapped her helmet back on. She dug her cleats into the dirt, tapped both sides of the goal behind her with the shaft of her stick, and focused her attention to the draw in the center of the field.

She calmed her rapid heart rate by taking a long breath through her nose, and slowly exhaling: the draw was always the worst part. When the ball went into the air, it was anybody's game. The entire time its airborne, you hope, and pray that your team wins. If the other team does, then they take it straight to goal and shoot... hard. You can't always be dependent on you defense because they make mistakes. Yang wasn't one to complain about pain, she was a big girl, she could handle it, but when a hard ball is chucked from seventy to eighty miles an hour straight at you, which most of the time, if it hits you, doesn't even hit you pads, leaving huge bruises, its stressful. Even when a ball hits your pads, you usually get a bruise. Yang's thighs were riddled with purple and black marks from this exact situation. Her arms weren't much better.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when the whistle blew. Both girls in the center brought their sticks up and flung the ball into the air. It soared straight into the stick of one of the opposite team member's stick. Without hesitation, she drove down the field. The figure was growing bigger with each stride, getting closer and closer. Thankfully, somebody picked her up and stopped her from reaching her destination: Yang. The girl slowly backed away, looking for a pass. Yang noticed a wide open girl to her right.

"Brittany, pick up Aly!" She yelled at the defender closest to the girl.

In the locker room, Yang walked to the mirror to examine her eye: it was barley swollen anymore. The black eye had returned to its normal color, and her arm was healing up quite nicely, too. She sighed in contentment and turned to her team. The enthusiastic laughs and loud conversing was enough to make any other person's ears throb. Yang, however, was used to it. In fact, she found it comforting, refreshing even. Jess slung her arm around around the blonde's shoulder.

"Hey, girl! Haven't talked to ya lately. What's up?" The shorter girl beamed.

"Eh, nothin' unusual." Yang looked away, trying not to let Jess know she was upset.

"Yang."

"Mhm."

"Whats wrong?"

Yang cursed under her breath and shimmied her way out of Jess's hold.

"Uh, nothing. I, uh, I gotta go. I'm.. late for an appointment." She tapped her bare wrist for enfaces, pretending she had on a watch. Before she could leave, however, Jess caught her uninjured arm, and gave her a knowing look.

"Is this about Blake?" She whispered.

"W-what? Blake? No! O-of course not!" She mentally kicked herself for letting those words slip out. The brown haired girl raised an eyebrow. "Why would this be about Blake?" Yang feigned.

"Oh come on. It's obvious." Yang ducked her head.

"I-I have no idea what your talking about."

"Yang..."

"I seriously need to go." She backed away, quickly made her way though the crowd of girls, and hastily ran out. Jess may have been one of her best friends, but Yang still wasn't ready to tell anybody about her feelings for Blake.

An hour or two later, Yang found herself on one of the many treadmills in Beacon's gym, wearing nothing but her orange sports bra, black shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes. She had been all out sprinting for a good thirty minutes now, after her pulls ups that is. Her body was screaming in agony and telling her to stop, and for once she thought she might have... until she heard the door open. She glanced up and caught a glimpse of Blake. She leaned against the doorframe, wearing an over sized sweater and shorts, and smiled. Yang didn't slow down, however. She simply gave the girl a half hearted smile and looked back down.

Footsteps grew louder as the faunus strutted toward her. A hand reached across Yang and tapped a few buttons on the treadmill. Before she knew it, Yang had slowed down to a walking pace and was dripping with sweat. She looked at Blake when the machine stopped and drew out several ragged breaths. Blake reached down to Yang's bag and pulled out a towel, gently draping it over the blonde's shoulders. The brawler sighed and closed her eyes, relishing the brief contact that she and Blake had shared.

"Come on." Blake quietly offered.

Yang hopped off of the treadmill, and grabbed her bag. The duo began their trek to their dorm, side by side. Neither of them said a word, both just enjoying the other's company.

Later that night, the team had fallen asleep in their respective bunks when a freshly showered blonde exited the bathroom. She walked to her bed and began to climb up.

Then a hand caught her ankle.

Yang looked down at Blake, who simply patted the mattress next to her. Yang smiled and scooted her way into Blake's bed, wrapping her toned arms around the girl. Blake fell asleep within moments, a soft smile on her face. Yang had done the same, except her smile was much wider.