Yang Reacts to Sick Episodes!
A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Weiss Reacts! Firstly, I'm pretty happy you guys are so psyched for the Code Geass chapter, but as I said, it may be a bit late or lower in quality- despite my best attempts- due to college workloads, so I do duly apologise in advance. Secondly…..something. I dunno. I forget. Anyway, back to shenanigans before I have a ton of homework dumped on me or something! Woo.
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Yang had her arms crossed, frowning. "…well? Anything wrong?"
"Just a little glitching involving Nanami's processor, trying to process non game-related input taxes her." Blake commented, her fingers a blur on the terminal. "I can fix it. Thank Dust her creator handed over some documentation on her coding. I must say….this Fujisaki guy, he should really work with Penny's dad. They'd make the best robot ever. And then the Spiral Energy upgrades…."
The catgirl started drooling. Yang shook her head, chuckling.
"Blake, that's not like you."
"A robot with the ability to generate Aura, Spiral Energy, with the intelligence of Penny AND the human-ness of Nanami? That'd be the perfect robot! The likes of Aigis and Nano would pale in comparison. As an engineer, I'm obligated to drool over it in a manly manner."
Yang and Blake were currently in the latter's underground hangar. The catgirl was making repairs to the Nanami AI, attempting to fix the glitching on a special terminal they had set up- apart from the normal input screen, there was a screen above displaying the graphically-rendered pink-haired avatar they'd designed for her, and several speakers for her to speak through- in the shadow of Blake's designed mecha. Nanami herself was quite happily occupied with attempting to beat Chapter Seven on Valkyria Chronicles- the very level that had stumped Weiss and Yang two days before.
"Alright, Nanami, we're all done." The catgirl pressed enter, saving the last changes to the code. "It'll take a while for the changes to be permanent. Just take a rest after you're finished."
"Thanks…." The gamer AI responded, vocalising a soft yawn. "…..I was….getting sleepy anyways….just…..can you say hi to Weiss again for me? She was fun to play with….."
"No problem. Good night." Blake nodded, powering off her input program.
Yang giggled. "You never did tell me why she was so sleepy. I mean, you said it was to mask the glitching."
"It was. Of course, as an AI, it's probably just a learned behaviour for her by now." Blake explained. "And I wouldn't be able to remove it anyway. I'm a woman of mechas and everything that isn't stupid, heretical boring tanks."
The brawler tilted her head. "Where did you learn to make mecha anyway?"
"Heh. You learn a lot when you work on old Schnee robots." The catgirl shot back. "That and manliness. MANLINESS!"
A moment passed. Yang raised a finger to catch Blake's attention.
"Blakey? You…..alright?" The brawler inquired, frowning.
"Huh?" Blake blinked, confused. "Yes, why?"
"You look a little pale. Is everything alright?"
The catgirl scoffed. "I'm just fine. Really. I'm too manly to fall to mere mortal illnesses!"
Blake stood up from her seat to grab a sandwich and immediately collapsed to her knee, wincing. Yang's eyes widened as she caught her partner quickly in her arms. "Blake!"
"Ugh…..I need an aspirin….." The catgirl muttered, shaking her head. "….I'm fine…."
Minutes later….
"Thirty-eight point eight." Beth diagnosed, raising her thermometer from Blake's armpit. The catgirl was lying in Yang's bed, her normally hale face pale with illness, with Beth and Tohru by her bedside, carrying medical bags. "She has a fever, alright."
Ruby looked concerned for her friend, looking down at Beth. "She'll be alright, right?"
Weiss frowned. "I knew you'd overwork yourself eventually, Blake."
"Nonsense…." The catgirl muttered weakly. "This is n-nothing to a…..real man…."
Beth tutted irritably, putting the thermometer away in her medical bag. "None of that real man nonsense. You're sick, Belladonna, and I can finally take a break from you blowing up the school every other day. Stay in bed. Doctor's orders.
Don't worry, Ruby. She'll be fine. Just keep her away from her mecha for a day or two and her fever will go away. No need for any medicines, except the ones any sane person would keep in their medicine cabinets. Her Aura should help with the healing.
Sadly, we can't take her to the infirmary yet to properly take care of her, so we're going to need to keep her here until tomorrow. Miss Honda will take care of her for now."
"On it!" Tohru stood up, hefting the bag with both hands before Yang shook her head.
"Let me take care of her!" The brawler commanded. Tohru frowned.
"But….Miss Lupin said I should do it-"
"Dammit, I helped raise Ruby, I can deal with Blake myself!" Yang reminded her. Ruby nodded in assent.
"She's right, she did help raise me."
Weiss rolled her eyes. "I shudder to think of anyone being raised by Yang, of all people…."
Beth sighed, shaking her head. "…..well, fine. Just don't get yourself sick.
Now if you excuse me, Miss Honda and I have to go clear out pests from Faust's office again, so thanks for handing me back my assistant."
"Yep! She has giant cockroaches again." Tohru stated with a little frown. "It's not so bad. At least they don't have tentacles like last time…."
"Or were Cinder in disguise. That woman's obsessed with putting you in skimpy clothing for some reason…." Beth muttered, irritated, before turning to team RWBY. "We'll see you around."
Weiss opened the door to let the two staff members out, nodding them through, before shutting it and staring at Yang.
"What are you thinking? Do you honestly think you can take care of Blake by yourself?"
"Oh, come off it. Big sisters are always good at taking care of their siblings!" The brawler reassured her. "I'm guessing Win-oh. Oh, right."
"…yeah." Weiss nodded. "….she didn't get the chance to. Siegmund, and all."
"…..I'm sorry about that." The brawler frowned. "I shouldn't-"
"Don't be. It was in the past." Weiss reminded her. "But….I suppose we can trust you, if Ruby says you raised her-"
"She did! I mean, obviously Mom was there and Dad was, but Yang always helped!" The reaper cried.
"When you say Mom, you mean-"
"Of course I mean Yin! She's just as much my mom as my real one!"
"Besides, this isn't the first time I've treated a person through a fever. Blake's in my capable hands!" Yang held up her thumbs, grinning. "I know the usual way you treat people with a fever- give them aspirin, warm soup…..sponge baths….."
The brawler started drooling at the idea of giving Blake a sponge bath. Weiss closed her eyes, before slapping the brawler.
"Idiotic pervert!" The heiress snapped. "Don't you know any decency?"
"Don't be s-silly…." Blake grumbled, trying to pull herself out of bed. "T-this sickness won't….get the best of me…..ggh…"
The catgirl slumped back, groaning. Ruby frowned.
"Come on Blake, stay in bed. You know what Miss Lupin said, you're supposed to rest!"
"Screw….t-that…." The catgirl wheezed out. "I can still….I don't need….gaah…"
Blake's head sunk back into her pillows. "…..screw this…..I'm fine, really…"
Yang smiled at her friends. "Just leave this to me. I can handle Blakey~"
Weiss looked to Ruby for assistance. "…..do you seriously trust Yang to take care of her?"
"She's not that bad, she can take care of someone! I mean….I'm pretty sure we can get Norn to help out if her cooking goes wrong again…." The reaper pointed out helpfully.
Yang glared at her. "Don't you guys dare get her anywhere near me! It took me hours to clean out the extinguisher foam! Trust me, I can handle Blake."
The heiress closed her eyes, breathing heavily for a second, before sighing. "…..if she's worse when we get back, we're getting Miss Honda to get her out. Fine.
Ruby, we're going out to Vale for the rest of the day."
"Are you sure?" The reaper looked to her. "We can stay if you want, you don't have-"
"If or when Yang screws it up, we'll be far enough away not to be covered in extinguisher foam." Weiss quipped. "Come on, let's go."
'I hope Ruby's right, for Blake's sake.' The heiress mused.
Yang pouted indignantly at the pair as they walked out of the dorm. "Ye of little faith, prepared to be proven wrong by my sheer awesomeness!
Operation Get Blake Better is go!"
"…..I'm fine…." Blake muttered, before letting out a series of throaty coughs, wincing and sinking back into the bed. "….dammit…"
The brawler stood next to Blake, looking down at her and smiling.
"Just take a nap, kitten. I'll have some food ready for you when you wake up~"
"Dammit….d-don't call me….kitten…" Blake remarked, shuddering. "….o-only my….d-dad….calls me kitten….f-fine…"
The catgirl slowly turned over, grumbling and closing her eyes to sleep under Yang's supervision.
When her breathing calmed down, signifying she was in deep sleep, the brawler cracked her knuckles and turned to her worst enemy that wasn't Norn armed with a fire extinguisher.
The dorm's old, slightly dented electric stove.
Yang cracked her knuckles, preparing for the first time she had ever used the stove since the time she had attempted to make breakfast for the team. She shuddered at the memory.
"…no. Never again." The brawler declared, a determined flame in her eyes. "I'll just have to do this! For Blakey! And to shut Weiss up!"
An hour later….
"Ugh…." Blake's eyelids fluttered open as she slowly rolled over, wiping her eyes. The first thing the catgirl could feel was the smell of….chicken soup?
Her ears perked up. '…did Yang seriously cook?'
"Hey, kitten." Yang's smiling face leaned down towards her, giggling. "You hungry~?"
"….n-no…" The catgirl shook her head. "I can-"
She was cut off by the sound of her stomach rumbling. Yang smiled.
"…i-ignore that…."
"Come on, Blake, I just want to help you get better." The brawler reminded her cheerily before standing up and taking a small laptray with a bowl of chicken soup perched on top from the desk next to her.
Blake finally realised what Yang was wearing- the brawler was clad in nothing but a yellow apron, tied tightly over her bosom in particular, covering her from the top of her chest to just under her knees.
The catgirl's cheeks flushed, flustered by her partner's lack of clothing. "…..Y-Yang, why are you…"
"It was a little hot in here~" The brawler responded, smirking mischievously. "Like what you see?"
"N-no! No…." Blake shook her head rigorously, embarrassed, trying to wrench her eyes away from the sight of the apron, trying not to imagine what was underneath-
'No, no, NO! Bad Blake! I can't….no!' The catgirl tried to erase the thoughts from her head.
"Besides, it's like thirty degrees in here." Yang admitted as she plopped the tray over Blake's lap. "And I just spent the last hour digging out chicken for you so I could make you some soup. Come on, have some!"
The catgirl suspiciously sniffed the bowl, frowning. "….you didn't…..microwave this, did you?"
"What? No! Of course not! I made it myself!" Yang responded, looking offended. "How could you say such a thing?"
"W-with respect…." Blake started, coughing. "….you n-nearly set the d-dorm on fire w-when you tried to fry b-bacon…."
"If you must know, I didn't screw up like last time." Yang huffed, irritated. "Just have your soup. You need to get better."
Blake sighed, taking up the spoon provided and slowly scooping up the liquid in the bowl into it, before taking a sip.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "….that's actually pretty g-good. W-what did you do to it?"
"I cooked it. Do you seriously think I can't cook?" The brawler looked at her in shock. "Trust me, I can make a good soup when you-"
"Y-you…..looked it up on the Dustnet, didn't y-you…."
"…..no arguments there." The brawler sighed, unable to come up with a better lie. "Yeah, I did. It's still pretty good, though, right?"
"…I-I suppose…" Blake admitted, nodding before going into another fit of coughing. "…..gguuhh….I really need something…..b-big….you know? Like….some tuna…."
"Alright! I am at your beck and call, madam!" Yang stood up, saluting, and giving Blake yet another good look at the ridiculously form-fitting apron that-
'Blake, no, you don't think of Yang like that! NO!'
"C-could you….p-put….some clothes…on…." Blake requested. The brawler pouted indignantly for the umpteenth time, but sighed, reaching behind her back to remove the knot keeping the apron on.
"Okay, fine, since you asked so nicely. It was getting pretty breezy, anyway, so I'll do it.
I don't mind if you want to watch me change, of course~"
Blake shuddered and turned away, letting the brawler change in private, much to her disappointment.
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep again.
…
"Here you go, three tuna sandwiches!" Yang called, waking Blake again from her nap. The catgirl looked up at her blearily- she was now in a relatively more modest pink tank top with a large heart imprinted on it, and a pair of blue, incredibly short shorts, much to her relief. Her eyes settled on the tuna sandwiches on her plate.
The sandwiches were very well cut, the tuna well-cooked and caked in mayonnaise, with a hint of pepper here and there, surrounded with slices of pale cheese and topped off with white wheat bread. In short, almost exactly how Blake loved her tuna sandwiches.
"…h-how did you know…..I-I like them like that?" The catgirl inquired weakly.
Yang sighed. "Blakey, I've been in a dorm with you for three years. A girl learns how to pick up things. Now eat up, you need to get better."
"T-thanks…." Blake wheezed out, before taking one of the slices, taking a small bite out of it.
It was surprisingly delicious, especially considering Yang had made it for her. The catgirl looked surprised once more.
"….d-did you look this up on the D-Dustnet?"
"Are you kidding? No way." The brawler shook her head. "I just….figured I'd make you sandwiches like that. I thought you'd like it, seeing as that's the one you eat up all the time."
"…you're…n-not bad at taking care of people…." The catgirl admitted, coughing. Yang frowned.
"Yeah, well, you're not good at getting better. Just eat your sandwiches and rest."
Blake smiled contentedly. "You….you're like my….m-mother….a-acting like a mother j-just isn't you…"
"You learn when your real mom's always away teaching." The brawler admitted. "I did say I had to pitch in with dad. Mom wasn't always around, y'know."
"….thank….y-you…." Blake muttered.
The brawler's cheeks turned a little red. "…..you know I'd do this for any…..friend, of mine, right? Yes, even Weiss, although I think she's a little too ice-cold to get colds. If you know what I mean~"
"…y-you're…..never like this normally…." Blake reminded her.
Yang sighed, shaking her head. "No, no I'm not.
But you're sick, and I need to help you out. I'm going to tease you a little, but I want you to get better quickly. I mean, this isn't the Blake I normally see and I kinda want her back. She's an awesome person.
…..and damn do I sound clichéd."
"….I….can see why Ruby….a-always thinks of you as t-the best big sister e-ever…." The catgirl sleepily droned out, before returning to sleep.
Yang chuckled. "…..damn straight I'm the best big sister ever."
The brawler sat there for a bit, watching Blake sleep to make sure nothing happened to her.
Her features served to make her look peaceful in sleep; her delicate, thin eyelashes and pale skin lent a sort of doll-like quality to her- the kind one saw in antique shops, sold for countless hundreds, made of thin porcelain and hand-crafted with love. Her soft, thin lips were slightly open, taking deep breaths as she slept.
"…heh. I'm never letting anyone hear this….but Blake's…..actually…..pretty." Yang muttered, before blushing profusely. "…what am I saying?! I can't just call Blake pretty! She'd murder me….
Nobody can know. Not even Weiss. I'll have to solve this myself, but not right now, no. I've got….other things to think about, and so do you, Blake.
Dammit. All I can do with you is flirt….and you'll never take me seriously. I'll just…..have to figure out how to make you take me seriously.
One day."
The brawler sighed wistfully, shaking her head, as she continued to lazily watch her partner sleep, standing guard over her.
Hours later….
"…..ugh….." Blake shook herself awake, looking up. The sun was setting through the window of the dorm, and Yang was asleep on a chair next to her bed, her mouth open with a string of drool falling out from it.
The catgirl tentatively reached out a finger towards her. "…..Yang?"
"Gah! I'm not asleep!" The brawler snapped herself awake, wiping the drool from her mouth and sitting up straight. "I wasn't asleep! I wasn-oh, oh, it's just you, Blake."
The catgirl coughed. "…..how long….h-have you been sitting there…."
"…I think…..about five hours?" Yang responded, counting the hours on her fingers. "…..yeah, five hours.
I think I fell asleep about fifteen minutes ago. Thought I'd take a quick power nap, y'know?"
"….y-you….you're a good friend, you know?" Blake muttered feverishly. "…..you're so niiiceee…."
Yang blushed a little, shaking her head. "It's nothing, really."
"…..you…..can you do something for me?" The catgirl inquired plaintively.
"What? Do you want a bath? I can give you a sponge bath~"
"No…no…..can you…..kiss me better?"
Yang stared at her, shocked. "…what?!"
"…..I….I think that would help…." The catgirl admitted. Yang shook her head.
"No. No way. You're too sick. I'll catch it."
"B-but…..don't you….want to?" Blake responded, frowning. The brawler felt her chest tighten a little.
'…..damn it. She heard me…I'll have to pretend I didn't say a thing.'
The brawler shook her head. "…..no. I mean….it's not that you're not kissable, but….you're ill, and you're kinda contagious."
"….b-but-" The catgirl whimpered. Yang sighed.
"…..when you're not ill and will definitely remember it, then I'll give you a kiss, kay?" The brawler promised, smirking.
Blake coughed, before sighing. "I'll…hold you to that…..and owwww…..my head hurts…."
"Alright, I'll get you some aspirin." Yang held up her finger, nodding to her. "Just…..give me a second."
'There's no way I'm kissing Blake while she's in this condition.' The brawler thought, shaking her head. 'I mean, one, I'll get sick, but two, I'm sure I'm going to the special hell if I kiss a girl while she can't stop me.
That's scummy. No way. No. If I ever kiss Blake, it'll be when we both know what we're getting into.
And damn am I getting into serious stuff right now.'
"H-hey…..thanks for…..taking care of me today…." Blake wheezed out, smiling weakly. "…y-you're a …..good friend."
Yang sighed deeply. "Yeah. Thanks."
She pressed a glass of water and a tablet into her hands. "Here, some meds and a glass to take it with. Don't chew."
"….t-thank you…." The catgirl responded, pressing the tablet into her mouth and downing it with a gulp of water.
"…you feel better?"
"A little. My head hurts a little….less…..but that isn't the meds yet…."
The brawler patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. Just rest.
You'll be fine soon."
….
"We're back!" Weiss called as she opened the door to the dorm, carrying several bags of cookie-related merchandise- she and Ruby had gone to the recently opened Cookieworld Theme Park, operated by the same company who ran Pancake Land- with Ruby tagging behind.
Yang raised a finger, shushing her. "Be quiet!"
"…..how's Blake?" The heiress whispered across.
"She's getting better." The brawler responded, pressing a wet cloth on Blake's head to cool her down. "….her fever's gone down by point-three degrees, and it's been going down for a while now."
"Really?" Ruby looked excited. "She'll be fine by tomorrow?"
"Keep it down! She's sleeping." Her sister warned. "But…..yes. She'll be fine tomorrow. Hopefully."
Weiss smiled. "I'm impressed."
"Like I said." Yang smirked. "I'm the best at taking care of people."
'Please, Dust, don't let Blake remember anything I said while she was ill.'
Through the night, Blake made a full recovery from her illness, no longer necessitating her being moved to the infirmary.
Much to Yang's relief, she didn't remember a single thing she'd said.
END
A/N: Just a little experimental chapter with me teasing Blake/Yang, and tinkering with some writing techniques, I apologise if it was bad.
I'm saving all that for next volume anyway, we've only got about eleven chapters of Volume Two left anyway, which makes doing the whole romantic subplot now pointless.
Next time, as promised, Weiss Reacts to Code Geass!
So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, criticisms, suggestions, reviews and thoughts, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!