Chapter 5-
{A/N}: Well I wanted this to come out Thursday every week, but stuff came up. Once a week will still happen, if it doesn't come out on Thursday every week then it will be Friday.
The previous ending replayed, showing the chaotic events that had been left behind. Right as Weiss came to the room the video went to a gray and folded to the corner revealing the current recording. Yang was sitting at a stool with a bland expression and looked as if she had been decorated to be a hobo; her hair was disheveled, more than usual and she was covered in dark spots that could be either ash or dirt.
"So that was harrowing." Yang began, "They really do not like tardiness here. Sorry for getting all cliffhanger-y. Sometimes a girls gotta manufacture her own excitement you know?" Clearing her throat she placed her hands on the table and straightened her back, giving her assets a purposeful bounce, "So, did Silas' byzantine bureaucracy finally call a Town Hall meeting to address the fact girls have gone missing. Nope. Apparently, uploading anything 'inflammatory' to the Beacon's ethernet, a word they can't even spell properly by the way, sets off an immediate security response." She shook her head.
"Well I think I got the worst of it out." Yang looked over offscreen from the webcam, she automatically sat up out of her chair, along with a nervous waving of her arms. A tall redhead came into the frame. She had a long ponytail and an interesting brown, gold and red outfit. Her eyes were an emerald green and her smile shined just as bright. "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom." The new arrival said.
"Oh, yeah. Totally. Sorry about the high level of filth, my roommate is kinda relaxed about hygiene." Yang apologized.
"Don't worry about it. So your roommate is the one who was glaring at us on the way out right? With all the eyeliner?" Yang smirked and nodded, "So where'd she go?"
Yang shrugged, "She dematerializes within twenty feet of unwashed dishes."
"Oh...hey are you making another video!? Eight hot seconds after being busted?"
"Uh, yes."
"That's pretty ballsy Xiao Long." The redhead complimented.
"Yeah, ballsy. That's me." Yang replied abnormally awkward, "Besides, Crescent is pretty sure she figured out a way for us to post them safely, and I have got to report on this crazy Town Hall, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Uhhh, before I do that…" Yang began, she ran back and grabbed a stool, placing it next to her computer chair, "Hey, everyone...meet, Pyrrha Nikos! My very awesome Lit TA and VP of outdoor Summer Society which is…an outdoor social club for all girls athletics?"
Pyrrha brushed her hair out of the way and smiled, "Yes, we host the school's annual Adonis festival an Hunt. Hi Yang's audience its good to be here!"
"Well I wouldn't say I have an audience just yet. But it is nice to have you. Here. To have you here." Yang saved herself, then changed the subject before she could pop another vain from being so stupid, "So, the Town Hall…"
Yang ran into the auditorium, being pushed and packed along with the rest of the students. Everyone was whispering excitedly wondering what was happening, for a couple of minutes the chatter sounded throughout the room until someone tapped the microphone.
All attention shifted to the stage. Yang's eyes widened at the Dean. Her posture was perfectly straight, eyes intimidatingly gold, amber almost. She had long black hair that almost looked ashy, tucked over her shoulder, wavy and wild at the ends. She wore a dark suit and a small smile that looked as though she had freshly murdered someone; her face looked surprisingly young as if she could pass off as a student.
"Hello students, for those of you who are new I am the Dean, Cinder Fall, and it has come to the attention of the University that a certain individual or individuals are circulating rumors about students disappearing. Rest assured, if these disturbances are not ceased the perpetrators will be dealt with." Her voice came out smooth and calculated, her eyes piercing through the students until they landed on Yang.
The blonde's face drained, her heart stopped as the ember eyes caught her own. Crap! She knows its me! No! NO! NO! I'm so expelled, dear god someone help! No one raised their voice, a massive white noise fell upon the room and it only made Yang's heartbeat quicken. Suddenly her cries were answered.
"Excuse me! Sorry…" A redhead raised her hand.
Cinder's eyes narrowed, "Yes Miss Pyrrha Nikos?"
"Well you shouldn't really be calling a missing students report a rumour when one of the Summer Societies members went missing at a rush party." Pyrrha argued.
"One of your own?"
"Yes ."
Holy crap, thank you Pyrrha. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I totally am in love with this girl right now! More than before...screw you Coco.
Despite Pyrrha's amazing action of help, the Zetas, a boy version of the Summer Society, decided to make their own statement in the matter. "Uh, obstreperous brothers of the Zeta Omega Mu have decided that it is uncool that hotties might feel unsafe going to parties or making their walks of shame at 4 AM, and so have decided to personally protect any coed 7.5 or higher."
Cinder rubbed her temples at the stupidity, Yang facepalmed, Pyrrha, Crescent and Weiss all rolled their eyes at the same time. Pyrrha was the most annoyed, Which is just a faux chivalrous way of oppressing the female student body. We should reinstate our night watches! "Excuse me! I was thinking we could reinstate our night watches, slash marches."
"W-wait! No! That won't be good!" A lone alchemy member had stood up, pushing his glasses back up to his temple.
"Why?"
"We have some experiments going on that i'd...w-w-we'd rather not have disturbed. If you would be so kind to not." His mouth twitched into a small smile, followed by the nodding of the rest of the alchemy nerds.
"Um, experiments?" Pyrrha wondered.
"They're mycological."
"Oh...okay." Pyrrha.
"Pizza or death! Pizza or death! Pizza or death!" The Zetas chanted.
Yang looked around horrified, What the hell is going on!?
"Suck my salted herring losers!"
IS HE THROWING SALTED HERRING AT US!? WHY!?
"ENOUGH!" Cinder yelled, her voice silencing the unruly students, "Get out...this meeting is over!"
"There you have it!" Yang nodded absentmindedly.
Pyrrha nodded as well, then leaned over curiously as if searching for something, "Hey you got uh…"
"Oh." Yang leaned in to let Pyrrha pull out the object which had been lodged into the strands of her hair. The discovery was one of the salted herrings that had been tossed into the crowds, "Crap I thought I got all of those out!" Yang and Pyrrha locked eyes, "The meeting may have sucked, but i'm glad I ran into you."
"Yeah me too." Pyrrha responded. A light lit in Pyrrha's eyes, "Hey we should collaborate! Compare notes. You know figure things out. you can document the investigation for your project here. I think we'd make a pretty great team!" Pyrrha raised her eyebrows to Yang as a cue for an answer.
The blonde's strange nervousness resurfaced, "Yeah, us as a team. You and me. Absolutely."
"Great, well i'm gonna go get the notes on my missing sister, and i'll see you later." Pyrrha turns to give Yang a smirk before making her exit, and then shuts the door.
"Yes!" Yang, out of sheer happiness, pulls off a dance breathing yet another sigh of relief.
A knock on her door pulled her attention back, "Oh Pyrrha did you forget something?"
Instead of the previous tall, good looking redhead, a blue haired tall guy came into the room followed by a shorter asian male with piercing pink eyes. The first had eyes that matched his blue hair if not a bit darker.
"Hey blonde hottie." The taller one greeted.
"Uh, hi. Who are you?" Yang pried.
"I am your designated Zeta Omega Mu safety companion. Kinda like an escort. A dudescort." Yang chuckled at "Dudescort," she had knack for play on words or puns and she had to admit the way the guy talked it was smooth and impressive, but she still wasn't blind to see the idiotic guy behind it...possibly selfish, "How awesome is that?"
"Yeah, awesome." She mockingly replied.
He smiled, the other one remained just as quiet as before, "Hey, is that fish in your hair?"
Yang ignored the comment, "Look it is nice that you very large, large gentlemen to offer to keep me safe, but as you can see i'm in my room. Snug as a bug in a rug. So, you're good to go." She waved them off.
"Yeah, but what if you want to go somewhere else?" Blue hair replied, Yang had decided to give them names until she had learned their real ones.
Shrugging, "I'm sure i'll think of something."
"Sure you want to take that risk?" Pink streak had finally spoken up and it shocked Yang on his calm voice, as if the entire situation was nothing more than a nuisance, "I mean, this campus really isn't safe for a girl alone at night."
Blue hair nodded, "Yeah and we made a vow as Zetas." Blue and Pink both put a fist to their chest, Pink removing his quickly and back to his crossed arm position while Blue took care of the vow, "If we see a hottie, we'll be on her."
Yang tilted her head, confused, "Yeah...sounds, uh, chivalrous."
"Totally."
"Okay, how about this? If I decide to go wandering down some dark alleyways at night you guys'll be my first call." Yang bargained.
"Really?" Blue hair asked.
"Sure."
"Great."
"But maybe we should stick around, maybe for just a little bit." Blue hair made his way forward, "You know, just for a little bit. Wouldn't want to let a hottie down."
"Okay, i'm flattered you think i'm a hottie." Yang gave propped herself up with her left elbow onto the desk, and lifted her right boob up with her right hand, "But i'm pretty sure its mostly because of these so if you could stop calling me hottie. Besides, the name is Yang."
"I know. you're in my Lit class! you helped me with that poem about the Beobab guy. You know…"
"Beowulf?"
"Yeah, whatever. That's why I picked you special. We can, uh, stock around here for a bit. And seeing as you like british stuff so much, I brought stout. And uh, some tea. Plus these biscuit things which i'm pretty sure are just cookies. Oh hey, Ren here could go get us a two-four…" So Ren is Pink's name.
"Oh, that's not really necessary…"
"There's even a movie about the Beobab guy. But in this one he gets it on with the Tomb Raider chick." Blue explained, Ren behind him seemed to be rolling his eyes at Blue's antics.
Black hair flowed into the room, Blake was rubbing her neck in pain when she took one quick glance at Ren and stormed towards Yang, "What the frilly hell is this?"
"Whoa we're your dudescorts sexy lady." Said Blue.
Ren smiled, "Here to keep you safe from things that go bump in the night." Blake brushed off Ren's comment and looked at Blue, anger seething in her eyes.
"Get the hell out of here before I feed you each other's spleens." Blake threatened. Her behavior was confusing Yang, she seemed more uncomfortable than pissed at these two in the room. Is that Ren guy some type of sex offender or ex...what's with her?
"Whoa, angry hottie. Angry, sexy lady." This was Blue's biggest mistake.
Blake looked at Yang, still uncomfortable, but very clearly ready to pull some heads, "Why did you let these lackwits in?"
The blonde was in turn to be angry at this point, "Let!? What part of this looks like let!?"
"Isn't this exactly what you wanted when you plasted your little plea for help all over the Internet?" Blake ranted.
"No. You haven't even seen my videos!"
The raven haired girl nodded and then began to mockingly copy Yang's voice, "'Oh no, Coco is missing! Carmilla's mean!' Am I close?"
"Spot on. Except the girl playing you is kind of a raging asshole." Yang smirked at Blake's face when it began to contort to a darker anger than she had ever seen before.
Blue hair decided to make is second biggest mistake, "Okayyyyyy Yang an Blake...sexy. Babes shouldn't fight. You know, unless there's a kiddie pool full of pudding somewhere."
The cord snapped. Blake slammed Blue in the stomach, with Yang's eyes widening and Blue doubled over she turned back to Yang, "Maybe I just don't enjoy getting hauled in front of the Dean because of your ridiculous," Blake went for the karate chop to Blue's neck, slamming him into the ground, "Project."
Yang couldn't handle seeing this anymore, "Okay! Truce, truce. A moratorium on the Coco search long enough for these great, great gentlemen stalkers to get out of your hair okay?"
"Alright, deal." Ren walked slowly towards blue, eyes wide, fearing another attack from Blake. Blue had already been able to prop himself up and was staring at Blake in horror.
"Deal." Agreed Yang.
Blake turned to Blue, he automatically sat up on the bed looking ready to listen, "Oh my poor, poor boy. I'm sorry I have such a terrible temper."
Okay, what the hell is Blake doin now!? Her personality just switched up completely! Or maybe she's just acting more sexy than normal? Wait, what.
"Could you possibly forgive me?" Blake flashed on a face of pure sadness, she was acting, but Yang felt as though she was pulling it from her actual troubles.
Nervous, but playing it smart, "Yeah...it ain't no thing." Blake moved her hand across his shoulder, rubbing her fingers into him, "Um, that tickles."
"Oh, look at these!" She said, staring at his, actually impressive, muscular arms. "Such arms, such shoulders. The primitive by the way of the neoclassical."
"Yeah, well I work out."
"I could eat you alive." Blake leaned in, putting her face into his neck and bringing him down on Yang's bed.
"Oh, whoa. Wait, ah. Biting, biting oh, ow!" Exclaimed Blue.
Ren pulled his bro away from Blake and gave her a look while she just smirked, "God, what the hell is wrong with you psycho!?"
"Oh what, you aren't gonna stay and help protect us poor defenseless girls?" Blake mocked.
Blue ignored her, "You bit me! Dude, she bit me! That is so not cool!"
Yang looked at Blake, "What? It was barely a nip. You said you wanted them gone."
"Gone. Not hemorrhaging."
"Guess that's it for the truce then."
"Okay, look, i'm sorry everybody got dragged in front of the Dean and i'm sorry for the whole Town Hall fiasco, but i'm not sorry for posting the videos and i'm not going to stop, be sure about that." Yang crossed her arms and fixed her posture into the perfect stance of confidence. A ding came from the computer.
"You're going to get caught eventually. Are you really going to risk that for a series that has, what, three viewers?" Another few dings.
Yang was silent until the computer started dinging rapidly, "What is that?" Yang sat down in her chair and pulled up the screen, "Yeah, I don't think the lack of viewers is gonna be the problem."
This is getting good, maybe, I don't know you may not like it. Let me know!