RWBY: Bright Lights and Bumblebee (Yang/Blake)

Part Two

Blake sat on the steps outside the Science Wing, reading. Two years had passed, relatively uneventfully. She'd tried hard to forget Yang, but found she couldn't. So much could change in two years, but Yang never did. She couldn't forget those dancing violet eyes, that bold yellow hair which seemed to gleam brighter than the sun itself...

She bit her tongue and slapped herself. She was being ridiculous. There was no way she'd see Yang again, hence there was no point remembering.

Spring was just starting to arrive - blossoms were starting to come out on some of the trees around the campus, the weather was becoming warmer, (Blake had discarded her scarf the previous week,) and butterflies and the like seemed more abundant. Blake loved the fall, and the colours that came with it, but Spring was definitely next best, with little rain and perfect temperatures.

"Hey."

Blake froze. Her eyes widened, and her breath quickened. No. No, that can't be right. That can't be...

She dared to glance upwards, to see her.

Yang.

She blinked a couple of times, processing this. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Yang shrugged, and sat down next to her. Blake's heart thudded a little harder. Why am I so affected by this?!

"How have you been?"

Blake shrugged. "Good. But seriously, how are you- I mean, why..." she waved her arms aimlessly to try and get across her point. Yang laughed.

"Magic."

Blake nudged her playfully, shaking her head in mock wonder. "You must have pulled off a pretty magnificent trick to get into Beacon." Beacon was one of the most prestigious schools in the country, and Yang had never struck her as a great academic.

Yang just laughed again. "I don't know whether to feel insulted, or pleased that I proved you wrong."

"Go with the latter. It's good to see you," the other freshman replied warmly. "What degree are you doing then?"

"A double whatsit. Double degree. IT and Graphic Design. You?"

"Arts and Psychology."

Yang whistled. "You took on a science. Impressive. What are you doing for the arts part?"

"Literature Major, then Human Rights and Gender Studies."

"Human Rights? But-"

Blake's eyes widened, starting to panic. "Keep your voice down!"

"Right. Sorry."

For a long time, Faunus hadn't been accepted at Beacon. Not since an organization called the White Fang had stormed the campus years ago and seriously injured a pair of Human Rights professors. They would have held them hostage until the university promised to change the course to cover the rights of Faunus as well, but the police intervened, and the Faunus involved were arrested. Blake wasn't convinced this was the best outcome - she believed in what the White Fang was fighting for. But not in the way they were fighting for it.

"So..." Yang broke the silence, standing up and stretching. "Shall we walk around for a bit? It's too cold to just sit here. You don't have to do any urgent study or anything, do you?"

"No. I'm free for the rest of the day."

Blake slipped a bookmark into the book, and the pair wandered down the path, being careful to stay out of the way of academics and older students rushing back and forth.