Part IV: Black and Yellow
"One conversation isn't going to make it all okay. But this one has been a start," Yang said as Blake leaned against the balcony. Blake was fidgeting, her left hand was trembling slightly. But before she could hide it from Yang, cold metal encircled her hand.
Yang's prosthetic gripped Blake's hand firmly, stopping the tremble. As Blake looked down at their joined hands, she couldn't stop a few tears from falling down her cheeks. "I don't think I'll ever express to you how sorry I am that this happened to you."
Yang tried to look Blake in the eye, but the cat Faunus was still looking down, distraught. Yang decided she'd waited long enough. She pulled Blake to her, and with her warm left hand stroked the tears off of Blake's cheek. Her mechanical hand let go of Blake's, and found it wrapped around the small of her back.
Blake's eyes shot up to meet Yang's, but by that time, Yang had already close hers as she leaned in and gently connected their lips. Yang's hand went from Blake's cheek to the nape of her neck, tangled in her ebony mane. Likewise, though surprised by the kiss at first, Blake's hands became ensnared in Yang's hair as well.
By the time they broke apart, they both had tear tracks on their cheeks, and their lips were slightly swollen. The gentleness only lasted so long before their passion became a bit more insatiable.
"I've been waiting a year to do that," said Yang, uncharacteristically soft and shy.
Blake was flabbergahsted. She thought Yang hated her, or at least, would be frosty towards her for her part in Yang's maiming. And then abandoning her. And for the life of the cat Faunus, she couldn't find the words to express how much Yang meant to her in that moment. That Yang was far more than she ever could deserve; that Yang was literal sunshine that lit up her shadows without effort.
Instead of finding words, Blake buried her face in the crook of the taller girl's neck, golden hair only partially hiding her blinding smile. They stayed like that for a little while, just rocking back and forth, until Blake pulled back and finally brought herself to look into Yang's deep violet eyes. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long," Blake whispered, before initiating the next kiss herself, this time surprising Yang with her ferocity, tongue begging entrance into her mouth.
It was granted.
Some time later, they were both sitting on the bench, just holding each other when they heard a stumble and then a muttered swear.
Yang looked over Blake's head while the interloper revealed himself, it was Sun.
He looked at them both for a moment, noticed how their clothes were slightly dishevelled, noticed how Blake clung to Yang as if she was her island. He met eyes with Yang, and he didn't miss how she slightly tightened her grip . Not in a possessive way, Sun thought. But more of a fearful way? As if Sun were going to steal Blake away from her. Yep, there it was, the flash of fear in her eyes.
And that was when Sun knew, Blake's heart belonged with Yang. And Blake had alwalys really had held Yang's heart in her hands, even if she didn't realise it until now. With a slight nod to himself, he properly announced his presence. "It's about time you two got together."
Yang's fear turned into a delicate, almost sheepish smile. "Thanks," she replied. Her walls were totally down around Blake, but Sun could see them coming back up because he was there.
"Is everything alright?" Blake asked, having detached her face from Yang's furnace of neck crook.
"Generally, yes. But there is a slight um, problem might not be the right word…we have a situation." Sun looked like he was still trying to find the right word.
"Is everyone alright?" Yang asked, confidence and concern equally represented.
"Physically, totally." Sun responded. "Um, have you two ever seen Weiss cry before?"
Blake shifted in Yang's arms to look into her eyes. "No. I don't think so. Why, is she alright?"
Sun decided to get to the point, "Well, she is right now. She met Ilia."
Blake suddenly rose to her feet, "Wait, did something happen?"
Sun raised his hands, placating her fear of violence, sort of. "Well, they clearly knew each other, personally. Blake, Ilia ran off in tears, and then Weiss said something vague and then she burst into tears and ran off. Ruby went after her. But, it wasn't about being a Schnee and former White Fang, they know each other personally, and something big went down. Would you be willing to ask her about it? I'm sorry, but you're the only one of us who she'd actually talk to."
Blake nodded and pulled Yang to her feet. "Yang's coming with me."
Yang followed without a word until they were out of Sun's hearing. "Who is Ilia?"
Blake just shook her head, "You'll find out."