A/N: So I'm gonna start slow and just introduce everything carefully for a bit. Let me know how you think!

Guest: Yeah, it'll be fun

Iron-ninja: Not exactly the next chapter…. But maybe you'll see some fun stuff next next chapter. XD

Goodbye Hello: This feels… bittersweet. I'll forever miss you. *Lights candle in mourning* But on that account, I don't have to worry about accidentally forgetting to reply to you. Welcome to the Fanfiction family, may it sink its claws into you and never let go! XD

"So you know, this year's dance is coming up soon."

Blake turned to look at his girlfriend, who had been under the covers for the past week, not bothering to get out. Blake was generally a patient guy, but it was starting to get to the point where he wanted to walk up to Yang and pull the covers off of her, consequences be damned. Blake was hoping that bringing up the dance would bring Yang out of her cloth shell.

It didn't really work, as the only hint the girl was even still alive was by the steady rise and fall of the blankets from her breathing. Blake continued to talk.

"I… enjoyed it when we danced last year." The boy admitted, shutting the book that he had on his lap with a snap, making the pile of Yang jump at the unexpected noise. Blake kept going.

"I wouldn't mind us going together this time."

"I would."

An ear on top of Blake's head twitched, surprised and relieved to hear Yang talking again. It had been so long that he had almost forgotten how she sounded. Blake moved quietly over to Yang's bed and laid a hand on the puddle of sheets, hoping that his hand was somewhere in the region of Yang's head, and started to pat it gently.

"Come on Yang. It's been a week now. You need to come out." Blake encouraged the hidden girl, trying to get her out of the cocoon of sheets naturally before having to find someone to help him wrench the sheets off by force.

"It's only been a week? Huh. Well, we've only got three more years to go before I have to leave then."

Blake's mouth pursed, his lips thinning into a straight line. His fingers twitched momentarily towards the sheets, but with a calm breath he was able to keep control of himself, deciding to keep both his hands still, one continuing to rest on the sheets that held his girlfriend.

"Come on Yang. Come out? Please? For me?" Blake was almost pleading, something that was obvious even to the distraught Yang. The girl didn't move for a second, before shifting a little to reply.

"I look terrible." Yang said flatly, choking up a little. Blake shook her head, even though he knew that Yang wouldn't be able to see.

"I think you still look amazing." The cat faunus said, moving his fingers back and forth to stroke the sheets where Yang's head was. A muffled 'Really?' came out from underneath, and Blake quickly said yes, almost ready to agree that what he read was smut if it meant Blake could lure Yang out of bed.

Almost.

The bed sheets shifted, and for the first time in a week, they parted to reveal red-rimmed lilac eyes peering towards the faunus. It wasn't much longer before the whole head popped out from the bed sheets and Yang looked directly at Blake. Wait a second…

If that was Yang's head, and Blake's been petting a lump that apparently wasn't her head…

Blake blushed at the realization and quickly lifted his hand, placing it on top of his other hand.

"It'd take more than something like this to make you look terrible." Blake repeated, needing something to say to cover up the gaff he just made. Yang didn't seem to agree though, and rose up out of the bed, the sheets sliding off of her shoulders.

"You can't even look at me right now." Yang said flatly, which was true, as Blake was concentrating on staring at his hands. The cat faunus let out a sigh, closing his eyes.

"It's… going to take some time to get used to it." Blake admitted, flicking his gaze upwards to meet Yang's hurt expression. "But don't worry," Blake reassured, "You're still a good looking woman." Yang pouted, still not satisfied. With a pouty expression, Yang flicked her head upwards, pointing her chin up to the sky, crossing her arms.

"Prove it."

It was a childish thing to say, and Yang knew it, but she wasn't really in her right mind and didn't really care. Blake caught on pretty quickly, but in a rare streak of playfulness, he leaned over towards Yang and gave a small grin, before kissing the girl. Not expecting something like that, Yang made a surprised noise in the back of her throat before she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Blake sinking into a heat of bliss.

It didn't take much more to push Yang into her old personality, even for a little while as Yang quickly turned Blake around and pushed him onto her bed, quickly straddling the boy. Blake raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Was that enough to prove it?"

The girl pretended to ponder over the question before shaking her head, matching Blake's grin.

"I think I might need a little bit more proof to make sure."

Again a heated exchange occurred between the two of them, the minutes flying past. Both bodies warm, Yang rose up again, eyes glinting with mischievousness and a little bit of something else. Grabbing onto the hem of her shirt, she quickly shucked off her shirt, revealing a yellow bra that Blake seemed to really appreciate.

"Still beautiful." Blake whispered, before lunging forward to catch Yang's lips again.

Crash!

"Yang I need to talk to you—"

The blonde brawler shrieked in surprise, covering herself with her hands and whipping her head around, looking at a tall scraggly man. Her uncle just stared at the scene, a myriad of emotions rolling through his mind, like the two before him were rolling on the bed.

Qrow was furious, disbelief displaying on his face as he took in the face that his precious niece was being taken advantage of by the rapscallion who seemed to have infiltrated an all girl's dorm room. The black haired boy must've been powerful to pin Yang down and tear her clothes off, as well as do something to Yang—.

Oh it was horrific. What had he done to Yang?! The-

Oh Dust, Qrow wanted to be sick.

The boy must've broken Yang's spirit by doing unspeakable things to her, then while she was broken, pinned her down and—.

Qrow growled, pulling out his sword and yelling.

"How dare you ruin my niece?!"