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The girl grinned as she weaved in and out of the traffic, loving the feel of the wind in her thick, blonde hair. It flew behind her like a flag, marking her as Yang Xiao Long and nobody else. She was her own person, Yang made sure of that. The world was tinted a pleasant gold thanks to her aviators, making the sky seem just a little sunnier and just a little more enticing.
Oh, how she loved her bike.
Her mother had never understood. Originally being from a quiet, small-town working family background, she didn't know how to deal with Yang's obsession with fighting (adrenaline in general, to be quite honest) and Ruby's obsession with weaponry. Safe to say she was more than a little frightened when Ruby showed her Crescent Rose.
When Yang enrolled at Beacon, she was eager to send her off, using the two years alone with her youngest to try and turn her more feminine. Ruby had none of it, of course. She was starting her classes at Beacon in a week, and Yang would be accompanying her to the city where she had business of her own.
Yang slowed to a stop at the traffic lights, taking a look at the buildings around her. By her judgement, she was beginning to enter the inner city. The buildings were neater yet older, sort of tasteful, buildings that their mother would marvel over and her daughters would ignore, caught in the rapture of the crowd.
Well, Yang would be caught in the rapture of the crowd. Ruby would be stuck to her side, praying she didn't have to talk to anyone while admiring their weapons from afar.
The heat was dampened by the cool breeze coming in from the ocean, putting a salty tang to the wind. Yang smiled faintly as she watched the light turn amber. It was much better to be on the move; the heat got too much after a while, even though it was the end of August.
A few minutes later she was at the entrance to the airport's car park, using her badge to gain entrance to the high security garages in one of the warehouses. Sure, being a professional huntress had its perks, but Yang did it for the badassery. She honestly loved her job. Catching the baddies, throwing in some punches, being free - the job description fit her to a tee.
Not having to pay (she was, after all, on a government expedition) she parked her bike and got the key for her unit, stroking the golden metal one last time before entering the airport through a side entrance. Immediately, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket.
"That girl has a sixth sense." Yang muttered, seeing it was her sister calling. She hit the button to receive the call, heading to the departure lounge. "What's up, sis?"
"Hi, Yang! You here yet?"
"Obviously. You and mom in the departure bit?"
"Yeah. We're sitting by the book store."
"Sit tight, I'm on my way." Yang said, her walk casual as she let herself be absorbed by the sea of people. "Say, d'you see a bar anywhere? I'm feeling like a Strawberry Sunrise right now." She joked, hearing Ruby's protestations.
"Yang!" Smiling at her sister's shout, Yang's eyes scanned the airport, looking for walkway that would lead to the departure area. "We're about to go on a plane. It's 7pm!"
"It's a Saturday, give me a break!" Yang grinned. She found where she was going in no time, speeding up her pace. They weren't in a hurry, but she was sure their mother was in another 'Honey, I'm just thinking of what's best for you' mood. And damn those were persistent. And annoying. Especially when they included passive aggressive hints at the good ol' 'It's like you're not even my daughter' mood.
Don't get her wrong, their mother wasn't awful or anything, she was just confused, and even though she was a patient woman she sometimes lost her fuse.
Ruby's verbal diarrhoea faded into background noise as Yang passed the book store in the lounge, looking in out of casual interest. Her eyes landed on a tall girl reading a book by the fantasy section, a small suitcase by her feet. She was dressed in black, the only dash of colour being the purple on her leggings.
Suddenly, the girl turned around as if sensing someone's gaze, and looked Yang straight in the eye, her own eyes narrowing. They were a remarkable amber, and Yang's step faltered for a second before she recovered.
'Damn, she's super hot.' Yang thought, her face drawing up into a flirtatious smile, sending a wink to the girl. Her smile turned into a smirk as she saw the girl get confused, looking almost flustered as her eyebrows drew together. She forgot about her book, continuing to hold Yang's stare as the blonde girl walked to the seating area, eventually leaving her field of vision.
"Are you still here?" Ruby's voice snapped Yang back into the present at the same time that Ruby's eyes landed on her from a few feet away.
"Hey, Ruby!" Yang grinned, jogging up to her sister and pulling her up into a hug. She heard Ruby squeal, making her laugh.
"Let go! You're embarrassing me!" Yang let Ruby push her away, sitting down next to her once she took her seat.
"I told you a hundred times, it's not a hug until someone feels uncomfortable."
"Or suffocated." Ruby muttered, making Yang smile as she propped her feet up on the chairs opposite.
"So, you didn't answer my question earlier. Is there a bar around here or not?"
"Yang!"