Chapter 37: Back To The Old Grind
Hey there, reader(s). Okay, before I get started here, I feel that I should promise something: there will be no fake, weird fan fiction in this chapter. I think the thought of a Womb Spider is bad enough to last for a while. Anyway, with that past us, I don't own anything I put in here, RWBY in particular. Let's rock out, now!
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The trip back to Team RWBY's dorm room was made much harder by having to carry the dazed Ruby, in addition to all the luggage they needed to bring as well. So, when the door was kicked open by Yang, who was carrying Ruby's legs, she was ready to flop down onto her bed for a well-deserved rest. Instead, she made sure to get Ruby onto her bed with the help of Weiss as well.
Heaving the surprisingly heavy Ruby onto the bed, Weiss then sit next to her girlfriend. "She should really lay off the cookies…" Weiss grumbled.
"And how's the coffee going, Ice Princess?" Yang snarked at her.
"Hey now, that's not the same," Weiss said in her defense. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it was close enough. The only real difference between Weiss and Ruby's love for cookies and coffee, respectively, was that cookies were eaten, and coffee was drunk.
"Sure there, Ms. Mental Breakdown," Yang said, her patience thinning. Ever since Weiss told them on the way over that she caused Ruby to be hurt by launching them on a glyph, Yang was feeling incredibly resentful towards the Schnee girl.
Angrily, Weiss stood up and tried to get into Yang's face. It was hard, as Yang was several inches taller than Weiss. So, Weiss had to stand on her toes while she growled, "That was COMPLETELY uncalled for! Do you want to start something!?".
"If you were more careful with my sister, maybe I would reconsider!" the boxer challenged back. By now, the tension in the air could be cut by a high-ballistic combat scythe.
Noticing the showdown about to take place, Blake decided now was the time to intervene. "That's enough, you two!" she said, getting between the glaring Weiss and Yang. "Stop acting like children already! Weiss, I know you didn't mean for Ruby to get hurt. And Yang, I'm sure Weiss feels bad enough about what she did. Now would the both of you act like civilized beings?!" scolded Blake.
The guilt that Blake made them feel calmed Yang and Weiss. Yang decided to be the bigger woman and apologize first. "I'm sorry for saying that, Weissy. Just… be more careful with my sister next time, okay?".
Weiss solemnly nodded her head and apologized also. "And I apologize for trying to escalate things. It wasn't right of me to try and lash out at you for my mistake,".
"Are you two good now?" Blake asked the two, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
"Yep," Yang replied.
"Of course," confirmed Weiss.
Blake lowered her brow and sighed in relief. "Good. Now, if you'll excuse me," Blake said as she reached under her bed and pulled out her stash. Grabbing a book (Weiss could only make out the word 'Daimyo' on the cover), she then headed towards the bathroom.
"I've got some catching up to do. Don't knock," Blake advised the others before she shut the bathroom door behind her.
Weiss blushed and Yang pouted as they realized what Blake was about to do.
"What the heck?! I'm right here!" Yang complained to the shut door.
Weiss put a hand on Yang's shoulder. "Just let it go. All of us need to get re-adjusted," the heiress advised. She blushed at the thought of what Blake was doing. It was a rare day indeed where she defended Blake's compulsory onanism habits. But, Weiss was compelled to owe Blake one for stopping that argument.
With an annoyed huff, Yang walked over to the long-neglected drink pile in the corner of the room and grabbed an energy drink. She cracked it open, and sat at the desk. She didn't have really anything better to do, so she turned on the small television on the desk and began to watch it.
Weiss, in the meantime, sat back at Ruby's side. She gently rubbed her girlfriend's stomach while she made positive remarks. "I'm sure you're going to feel better soon…" she cooed at Ruby.
Ruby's eyes flicked over at the girl in white, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she nuzzled her head into Weiss' lap. Ruby couldn't help but hum in contentment as the heat radiated off of Weiss' thighs and onto her cheek. Weiss blushed hard in response to the stimulation. In spite of her rigid, proper upbringing, she was still easy to stir up. This was no exception.
Weiss' brain raced with the stimulation. Fantasies where Ruby took her in front of Yang began to crawl into the front of her mind.
"Oh wow, that would feel GREAT—No, I'm not some renegade deviant! Just because Ruby's head is in my lap, where it feels incredibly nice and warm and great and perfect and arousing—Damn it!" Weiss thought to herself.
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Meanwhile, Yang was growing increasingly annoyed at her surroundings. She was trying to relax and watch some brain cell killing television, and all she could hear were the hysterical cat noises coming from the bathroom.
Well, hysterical wasn't the best way to describe the sounds coming from Blake. To be more precise, it sounded like a cross between a tiger being strangled and someone trying to play a cello by slamming a freshly made sausage against the strings.
"She makes the weirdest noises sometimes…" Yang couldn't help but reflect.
Taking another sip of her drink, she shifted her gaze back at the T.V. screen in front of her. Maybe that would distract her from her girlfriend's wails. By the looks of it, some kitschy local commercial was playing.
"Hey, there, friends!" a voice with a thick, geographically undefinable accent crackled from the speakers. Some poor schlub was looking frustrated, with a greyscale effect on the footage. "Down on your luck? Don't have enough cash for that sweet ride? Well, worry no more!".
A man with a nice bowler hat and red hair drove up in front of some car dealership in a convertible, with two women in bikinis being the passengers.
"Greek Candlestring here, and we're absolutely MIFFED with deals! Here at 'Greek Candlestring's Completely Legitimate Autos', you're actually going to MAKE money buying from us!" the man said. A wide grin formed under his black, bushy, somewhat lopsided mustache as he tossed a bunch of lien on top of the bikini-clad women. The ladies smiled, although their eyes were saying they were dying inside.
The scene shifted from the front of the office to the inside of the dealership, where several people were milling around. Yang had to admit, some were rather rough looking, some with massive scars, and some with tattoos all over their faces.
Greek Candlestring continued with, "Our top dealers will always make sure that you, yes, YOU, will get the best deal possible! Isn't that right, Cashmere?". He directed his question to an absolute mountain of a woman, who had a scar running from her left ear down to her chin.
"That's right," Cashmere said in a low, menacing growl.
"That's the spirit!" Greek Candlestring said as he slapped Cashmere hard on the back. Cashmere looked at Greek rather menacingly. Then, abruptly, the scene transitioned out to the dealership lot.
"A.E. models! C3 models! Even the latest hot cars! We've got it all!" Greek's voice said over a panning shot of rather shabby looking used cars. Eventually, the camera pan stopped on Greek, who was standing on front of the (dubiously) best car on the lot.
"Our deals are like—" Greek began, before a blatant jump cut teleported him to the other side of the screen. "—Magic!".
Another cut changed the scene to the inside of the dealership again, with the dealers standing behind a proud looking Greek.
"Come by today! We're here to serve—" Greek said.
"You!" everyone finished at the same time. They froze in place, pointing at the screen, smiling.
As if someone forgot to cut out a few seconds of footage, Greek dropped his arm and asked, "We got that, right?" in a smoother, more suave voice. Then, that image cut out. In its place, a large slide appeared, detailing the dealership's address and legal stuff.
"Wow. That was a crappy commercial," observed Yang as she took another sip of her drink. Now that she thought about it, that Greek guy seemed kind of familiar… nah, it must have been her imagination. For a minute there, Yang could have sworn that the notorious thief, Roman Torchwick, was trying to hock some lemon cars. But then she remembered that Roman didn't have a mustache or a thick accent.
As another commercial came on, Yang shifted in her seat. As she put her legs on the desk, Yang's thoughts began to drift again.
"I should get a car. I mean, sure, some crappy hatchback would NEVER compare to the Bumblebee, but I can't keep on spending cash on airship tickets, and I can't carry much on my baby. But, the car has to be cool, it has to be sexy… like me! I should definitely look around for a good one later…" the blonde pondered.
Abruptly, Blake burst out of the bathroom. Yang noticed two things right away. First of all, the bathroom now smelled like Vale City's harbor. Secondly, it looked like Blake had the time of her life. Her clothes were half-assedly put on, and her normally straight hair was all over the place. Even her ribbon, which normally looked like it was stapled in place, was beginning to unravel, partially revealing her cat ears.
Blake's eyes focused on the nearby clock. "Only a few minutes? Not exactly my best record…" she mumbled to herself. Stumbling over to her bunk, Blake dropped the book and flopped onto the bed.
Yang only arched a brow as she watched Blake quickly fall asleep. Man, all of those 'dexterity exercises' must have worn her out. It was kind of adorable when Blake fell asleep. It was like watching a kitten fall asleep in a beam of sunshine. Coincidentally enough, that also happened rather frequently. Blake couldn't resist the urgings of her animal half sometimes.
Guzzling down the rest of her drink, Yang tossed the can into the recycling barrel. Yang thought she felt fine for a brief minute, but then her stomach growled. She guessed it made sense that she would be hungry, because she didn't even have breakfast this morning.
Yang huffed and stood out of her chair. Just as she opened the door, Weiss asked, "Where are you going?".
"I'm gonna get a pizza. You want anything?' offered Yang.
Ruby finally spoke up when she heard the mention of pizza. "Teriyaki and squid, please!" she ordered. Apparently, her aura was taking it's time healing Ruby's scrambled brain.
"I think she said to make it a bacon and olive one," Weiss translated. While she was sure that wasn't what Ruby actually ordered, bacon and olive was a great topping for a pizza regardless. Especially if the olives were soaked in their own oil for a while, and the bacon was smoked with maple wood and came from a grass-fed pig. Being rich sure made for some good experience with cuisine.
"You got it," Yang said as she closed the door behind her. But then, she quickly poked her head back in and asked, "Do you want breadsticks with that?". Seeing Weiss nod, Yang left to fetch the food.
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If Ren hated one definite thing about being a part of Team JNPR, it had to be fetching the mail. He always made sure to avoid it whenever possible, but he was sure that Jaune had assigned him that duty this time around out of spite for the destruction of his board game. But, the feeling he got when he shot up that game sure made up for this tedious task. He would do it again and again, given the opportunity.
Well, to make things a little better for him, Nora had decided to tag along with him. She was walking—no skipping at about Ren's pace. It was apparent that she was enjoying her time alone with just Ren.
"We should totally get ice cream!" the red-head suggested for about the fifth time.
Ren, with his near depthless levels of patience, replied with, "Like I said last time, we can once we get the mail,". The worst part about the letters that they got was that there were usually a lot of them. Jaune had a bunch of sisters, and apparently all of them decided to write him letters separately. Pyrrha normally got a bunch of sponsor stuff, like free athletic shoes or cereal boxes. Ren never wanted to see another box of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes, given the amount the cereal company still sent her in thanks for that sponsorship deal. At least Nora was efficient at wolfing those boxes down.
Ren and Nora, on the other hand, only got a few envelopes for them occasionally. Most of the time, it was some relative or old friend who had sent a letter, with all the normal topics like 'How are you?' or 'We miss you,', and the occasional 'We sent you three lien to use wisely,". That was an insufficient amount of cash, but the gesture was nice anyway.
As the pair made their way down the walkway, they could have sworn they saw a familiar person in the distance. Upon closer look, Nora realized it was Yang Xiao Long. She was back!
Nora took off like a rocket, dashing over to where Yang was walking. Ren barely kept up to Nora. He could barely compare to her levels of energy.
Yang was about to look behind her to see what was causing that rapidly approaching noise, but then the answer to her inquiry slammed into her back. She tumbled to the ground, and her attacker wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug.
"Yang! I missed you!" Nora greeted in her normal, chipper tone.
"H-hey Nora," Yang groaned in discomfort. Know she had a good idea how Ruby must have felt when she pulled her sister in for an Ursa hug.
"Let *huff* her go *huff* Nora," ordered Ren as he caught his breath. Complying with his command, Nora let go of Yang and stood up. Then, she lent a hand to her friend still on the ground. Accepting the offer, Yang took Nora's hand and was pulled back up.
"It's nice to see you too," complimented Yang as she brushed off her clothes.
"It certainly has been a while since we saw you," Ren observed.
"It's been what, two weeks? Something like that? It wasn't all that long," noted Yang.
"Well, not to Nora…" Ren said as he scratched the back of his head. Casting his gaze over at his partner, he noticed her fidgeting where she stood, barely containing her excitement.
"Where are ya going? Are you going to get something special?" asked Nora enthusiastically.
"Well, if you think pizza is special, then yes," Yang dryly replied.
"Cool! What kind? Teriyaki and squid? That's my favorite!" declared Nora proudly.
Yang was briefly shocked that Ruby's suggestion was an actual topping option. "Err.. I'm just getting bacon and olive…" she responded.
Nora's excited bouncing slowed down. "Oh, that's fine too," she dismissed.
"…Anyway, what're you two doing out here?" Yang asked, hoping to change the topic.
Ren sighed, "Getting the mail,".
"Oh, the mail's… cool?" Yang tried to sound supportive. But, no way around it, getting the mail was pretty mundane and dull.
"It really isn't," Ren admitted.
"But you know what is? Ice cream!" Nora suggested again.
Ren sighed again and said, "You must really want ice cream badly, huh?". Nora rapidly nodded her head in response.
"Well, might as well get some now, then…" conceded Ren. He began to walk away, but then he turned around and said to Yang, "See you later. Oh, and give our regards to the rest of your team,".
As Ren made his way down the pathway, Nora waved goodbye at Yang and said, "Bye! See you later! Ice cream awaits!". Then, Nora skipped off, following Ren.
Yang gave a small wave in farewell, then turned around and resumed her course to the cafeteria.
Well, things seemed to be heading back to normal, at least.
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Ah, it feels good to write what I'm good at. Well, not that I'm not good at writing other things. I'm just more comfortable writing things set at Beacon, for the time being. But, don't take that the wrong way, the main plot will continue! Oh, and feel free to leave me a message or review for me to read! This is The Draigg, signing off to order some of that delicious bacon and olive pizza!