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Sneakers squeak against polished maple court floor as they race to the other side of it. Try as it might, the music blaring over the loudspeakers isn’t enough to drown out the noise of the stadium. Incoherent shouting echoes around as time ticks down is heard throughout, an orchestra of chaos and energy playing to the metronome of the game before them.
Lilac eyes watch as #5, Kandi Floss, makes her way down the lane line chased by Neon Katt. The woman lines up for a layup, but fakes out Neon, who jumps up to block the attempt. She instead dribble passes it to the woman behind her, who chest passes it to #89, Iris Marilla. A bright green haired girl rushes to block the shot but before she can be blocked Iris shoots a two pointer, putting them in the lead.
The volume of the crowd grows with the score.
“Yang! What do we do?” Neon Katt worriedly addresses their golden maned captain, pointing to the glaringly limited time that ticked overhead.
Yang Xiao Long, #27, follows her teammate’s direction to the clock. They had 10 seconds left and no time to be discussing this rather than taking action. “Relax! Leave it to me!” She shouts back to her cat-tailed teammate. 7 seconds left, time was ticking.
Did she really have a plan? Absolutely not, but isn’t that part of the fun? The thrill of the last moments of the game, the score so tantalizingly close that she can almost taste it, their victory dependent on a single basket.
Her eyes flick over to their team center, emerald orbs finding her with a nod. The ball is passed to her, she dribbles it, her eyes lock back with the dwindling time.
5 seconds.
She looks back at the clock as her team rushes past her. They wouldn’t make it in time. She was going to have to take a chance, a reckless one, but she has the skill to make it. Yang smirks.
“Yang! Come on!” her teammate, #45, Emerald Sustrai shouts at her impatiently as if they’re going to lose.
A bead of sweat rolls down her freckled cheek and drips onto the court floor, Yang eyes pinpoint the basket on the other side of the court where both teams were steadily gathering, was she really going to do this?
3 seconds left.
Fuck it.
Yang focuses on the basket ahead of her and sprints, making it to the mid-court line before she pauses her momentum. She bends her knees, positions her hands on the ball like she knows it better than she knows herself, before pushing up off the floor of the court. Her feet leave the ground, her elbow and arm extend as she pushes the ball with all her strength.
It twirls through the air in a beautiful arc. The soles of her Air Branwen meet with hard maple wood once more as she watches with anticipation.
‘Come on’
One second.
Her heart racing, deafening, compared to the music and the sound of the stadium. Sweat drips off her face, her lilac eyes rage with a fiery determination. Fingers digging into her palms.
Swish
The buzzer sounds as the ball passes through the net with ease.
The crowd goes absolutely wild. A breathless laugh escapes her lips as she surveys the reactions of the opposing team. They’re flabbergasted as they stare at her. #89 looked like she was about to faint. #5’s jaw drops, she had wiped the floor with them with that maneuver.
“THAT'S WHAT YOU GET MESSING WITH THE DRAGON OF THE BEACON BRIGADE!” #15, Nora Valkyrie screams goatingly, cackling madly as she almost absorbs the electric energy surging amongst the fans. The tiny ginger began cheering her name wildly, riling the crowds. She can’t help the grin spreading on her lips as the stadium joins Nora’s cheering.
“Xiao Long… Xiao Long…. Xiao Long”
Yang flexes her arms in victory as she drinks in all the attention. The captain pretends to blow fire on the court and then sticks her index fingers up beside the top of her head to mimic dragon horns as she playfully snarls. She knew how ridiculous it looked, but the stadium loves it. It is her signature move. A small chuckle leaves her lips, she can’t help but wear a shit-eating grin, she swipes sweat off her freckled nose with her thumb.
She could never get used to this.
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“Did you see that shot? Yang Xiao Long is the real deal! That girl is a beast , for real. She’s not called The Dragon of the Beacon Brigade for no reason.” the man in the video on her phone continues on. That shot has earned her quite a bit more popularity than she expected, though half court shots were rare, they weren’t unheard of.
“Another? What is that? The sixth one in a row? You’re an internet sensation!” her sister, Ruby, pipes up excitedly, however her silver eyes stay glued to the rhythm game that plays on her phone.
Yang puffs out a breath of air, turning her phone off, leaning her elbows on her thighs. She fans herself with the front of her basketball jersey. Though it hangs comfortably on her figure, she finds herself mindlessly tugging on it from time to time. She shifts her gaze to her younger sister, “Between the commentary videos and the thirst trap edits, I’m not sure which is my favorite.”
She watches as her sister recoils at the mention of thirst traps.
“Ugh, No offense, Sis, but I hope I never see a thirst trap of you. Basketball edits- fine, but I just don’t understand why people just want to watch fifteen seconds of you wiping your sweat or just…sweating.” Ruby scrunches up her nose in confusion as she chances a glance to her sister.
Yang shrugs, “Must be the pheromones in my sweat. They just get the ladies going.” She winks at her sister who recoils in disgust.
“
Eyuck!
Gross, Yang!” the girl fakes gagging while Yang bursts into a fit of laughter. She couldn’t help it, her sister’s reactions to things were too priceless. Though Yang thinks if a thirst trap for computer parts, consoles, or of her sister’s girlfriend existed, she’d suddenly become a lot more understanding.
“You two could not be any more obnoxiously loud if you tried.” An icy voice scolds them, a woman enters the dressing room they wait in.
‘Ah, speak of the devil’
With her hands on her hips, standing at a staggering 5’2”, was Weiss Schnee. Former heiress to the Schnee Co. technology empire, Yang’s manager and her sister’s girlfriend, took them both in vexingly. She looks intimidating at first but she’s truly a big softie, or at least she is now. When Yang first met the woman, she was completely frozen, paired with an icy cold attitude that could rival the Arctic, but after meeting Ruby, she thawed out.
“Hello to you too, Weiss,” Yang waves animatedly before glancing at her sister, “say, do you think you have any thirst traps?” She inquires innocently enough, though the grin on her face betrays her mischievousness. It was enough to garner the reaction she wanted, as her sister fumbles her phone and drops it. Ruby scrambles to grab her phone as the rhythm game plays a little defeated twinkle as the words, ‘Game Over’ display on the screen.
“Noooo!!! My combo!” Ruby cries out defeatedly, her glare turning to Yang who just smiles, “That was evil.”
In response, Yang simply sticks out her tongue at her younger sibling.
“I don’t even know what that is nor do I want to. Anyways , Velvet is ready for you, and it's impolite to keep her waiting.” Weiss chimes in as she turns on her heel with a soft “hmph” and leaves the room. Yang stretches, rising from her chair. She reaches over to grab a golden basketball, her initials scrawl across the hard rubber. She offers a wave to her sister who enthusiastically returns it despite being seemingly upset with her moments ago. Then, the taller woman turns and jogs to catch up with the shorter woman, which isn’t really hard. It wasn’t even a jog, more like a slightly faster speed walk for a couple of seconds.
Yang always felt a bit out of place coming to take photos like these, she understood they were for a magazine, but couldn’t this magazine have done it like the way most of them did. Take photos of her doing action shots, laying up a basket, or shooting a three-pointer? She always felt those images came out the best and the most authentic even if she was drenched in sweat, shimmering under the lights of the stadium.
They arrive at a wide room, there's a few stands with these octagonal things surrounding a black backdrop (Yang doesn’t know what they are called). In the middle of the room is a rabbit faunus fixing up a tripod of some sort, adjusting the height before tightening a piece to keep the stand in place.
She couldn’t help but notice that the girl looked like she was dressed for a runway. The beret that lays tilted on her head, unbothered by her ears that comfortably stuck out from holes made into the material of the beret, just further pushing the fashion narrative. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised that a photographer is so fashionable, it was part of their job after all.
“Sorry about the wait, Velvet.” Her manager beside her approaches the faunus who takes notice of them as they walk in. Yang follows behind.
“Oh, no need to apologize, any time is just more time to make any last minute adjustments.” Velvet brushes aside the apology, turning her attention back to her camera and tinkering with the settings for a moment. She turns to face the basketball player, “You’re The Dragon of the Beacon Brigade. I’m Velvet Scarlatina, I’m very honored to meet you.” She introduces herself holding her hand out.
Yang takes her hand with her free one, the other arm keeping the basketball she carries secured to her hip, “Nice to meet you too, and uh…sorry if this comes off as insensitive, but you are dressed really nicely for a sports photo-shoot.” She comments, her eyes once more raking over the other woman’s outfit. The photographers she usually work with were either just very casually dressed or they were smoking cigarettes and looking like they’d never slept a day in their life.
Velvet chuckles, releasing her hand, “I am usually a fashion photographer, I’m just filling in for someone today. As for how I’m dressed…Well if I didn’t dress fashionably it would reflect poorly on my girlfriend.” She explains while brushing a stray strand of chocolate colored hair away from her face.
“Who’s your – Ow!”
A sharp pain envelopes her left ear, Weiss tugs her down to her level to chastise her in a hushed tone, “Honestly, are you stupid? That’s Coco Adel’s girlfriend. Can you try not to embarrass me?”
In all honesty, the basketball player has no idea who the fuck that is, she's knowledgeable on sports and gaming, but fashion? Way out of her zone. “I’m not s tupid. It's just not in my area of interest. Sorry, princess, I’ll behave.” She teases as she removes the woman’s hand from her ear.
“Um, I am sorry to interrupt you two but I am on limited time.” Velvet speaks up from her camera. Yang massages the shell of her ear as she recovers from Weiss’s ice cold touch. One would think it would numb her pain, but quite the opposite. Though on her part, she should’ve guessed that Weiss’s wealthy background meant that she would have some knowledge in the fashion department, especially with how she dresses day to day.
“Sorry about that.” Yang apologizes as she makes her way to the backdrop. She strikes a small standing pose with the ball to her hip. She made sure the YXL on the ball shows as she flashes her dashing smile for the camera.
Velvet snaps a few photos, directing her to take on different poses, some with the golden ball she holds and some without it. It's definitely an experience. It’s quiet, other than the occasional directions and the clicks of the camera shutter. She truly enjoys the loudness of the court and the cheers, the blaring music that makes you feel that you’re in a movie of some sort. She couldn’t imagine being a model, having to stand here and look a certain way. Under so much scrutiny and pressure.
Additionally, she heard that most models were on disgustingly unhealthy diets that were practically killing them slowly to keep up with societal beauty standards. Didn’t it get to be too much? Not to mention the photoshop and other trickery that the industry would sometimes pull.
Or, at least allegedly. Maybe she has been on social media a little too much.
“Alright, that will do for now!” Velvet enthusiastically ends the session with a final flash of her camera.
Yang blinks, surprised. She couldn’t have been under the camera for more than 20 minutes, at least. She steps away from the black background, ball tucked under her arm once more. “I’m all good to go?” She asks with an unsure thumbs up.
Velvet nods her head, “Yup! Thank you for your time-”
“No need to thank us, she has plenty of time on her hands.”
The basketball player looks at her manager, raising an eyebrow, “For all you know, I might have a date with someone tonight.”
It's a joke, while she occasionally kept someone in her company, tonight was not one of those nights. Most people found her intimidating, she guesses it's her aura of confidence she puts out.
Weiss scoffs, rolling her crystal blue eyes, unamused, “A date with your phone and your ego?”
Yang feigns hurt, but she wasn’t quite wrong. It amuses her to scroll through social media to see what people were saying about her games. Doesn’t everyone do that though?
“I cy , as expected of the Ice Queen.” she shoots her manager a wink who just grimaces.
The photographer in front of them stifles a small giggle, “I’ve got to get to my next appointment, but it was great meeting you, Yang.” She collapses the stand of her camera, placing it into a bag before heading to the door. Her chocolate eyes settle on Weiss, “It’s nice to see you as well.” she cheerfully waves at both of them before rushing off.
The woman beside Yang sighs, shaking her head, “I swear, I wonder sometimes why I even took this job in the first place.” she mutters under her breath, her heels clicking against the floor as she goes to follow in Velvet’s footsteps in leaving the room. “You aren’t off the hook, either. You have an interview in less than an hour, so get changed quickly and leave your clothes with Ruby. I’ve already asked her to take them back to your apartment.”
Yang bows teasingly, “Yes, your highness.”
Even if her manager gave her a hard time, they did surprisingly get along in their own weird way. Weiss may seem like she was done with her, but she never took steps to break their contract and was always going out of her way to reach out and get her new opportunities. Though she couldn’t help but be the way she was with how uptight the other woman was.
Weiss shot her a glare walking out of the room muttering under her breath about how her client should be glad that murder wasn’t legal. Yang found it comical, but does as she’s instructed, not wanting to press the snow haired princess’ buttons any further.
…
Yang fluffs out her hair from the collar of the dark brown varsity jacket she wears. The studio space was pretty cold to be in a jersey and basketball shorts. She places the aviator shades that were tucked into her shirt on top of her head and checks the time on her phone.
Not even past noon, that ice woman had her up so early in the morning. She’s surprised she’s even alive, but she thanks the wonders of her sister’s energy drinks. Those things have to be rancidly bad to work as well as they did.
“Yes! That’s the pose I was looking for! Looking great!” She hears a familiar Australian accent.
Velvet? Didn’t she say she had another appointment to get to? Technically Yang did too and Weiss would be mad if she dilly dallied any longer….but a chance to see a pretty model? She couldn’t possibly pass it up.
Yang makes her way through the hall until she finds a cracked open door towards the end- Probably would be more sound proofed if it had been closed-
Yang carefully cracks the door more open hoping it wouldn’t creak, faunus hearing was strong and she didn’t want to disturb the photographer. Opening the door a hair wider, she peeks inside, lilac eyes widening.
Luscious waves of dark locks drape over rich chocolate skin, accented with silky black fabric that hugs the woman’s slim figure in all the right places, and atop of her head sat charcoal colored feline ears of some sort.
Though what really stole Yang’s breath were those captivating amber colored eyes that shone like jewels. Pure twenty-four karat gold couldn’t hold a candle to this woman’s eyes. They weren’t even looking in her direction and she couldn’t stop staring at them.
Smokey purple eye shadow beautifully coats her eyelids, accompanied by a purple cat eye that only worked to saturate the honey colored glow of her eyes. She was mesmerizing, and Yang became enthralled.
This woman looked mystifying, unreal, like she came straight out of some kind of story book or fantasy world. So this was the power of models. If beauty could kill, she would already be six feet under.
She looks on as the woman changes her pose fluidly, going for a side profile but turning her face to the camera, a hand coming up to run through her bangs and hold them back, her lips slightly parted, her eyes almost half lidded. She knew this woman is a master at manipulating her looks for photos, but she was working her wiles on Yang without even knowing it.
Yang swallows, a cat ear flicks, then gold meets lilac. Her heart skips a beat, they share a gaze, neither one breaking contact. The world crawls to a standstill, seconds tick into hours, then to millenia. Entire lifetimes pass, all the while she’s pinned under this ethereal watch.
“Xiao Long!”
Uh oh
The basketball player quickly breaks eye contact with the model, knocking the shades on top of her head down and over her eyes before scrambling away from the door. She shoves her hands in the pockets of her jacket, and pretends to casually meander down the hall as she hears the fast pace of heels approaching her.
“ Yang Xiao Long ! What are you doing?” Weiss interrogates her shrilly, getting up in her face, well as much as she could. They did sport quite the height difference and there is only so much heels can do.
‘ Just staring at probably the world’s prettiest woman, I knew models were on a whole ‘nother level but I was not expecting that’
That reasoning wouldn’t land well with the woman in front of her, so she instead plays this off casually, “Woah whoa whoa, Weiss, no need to shout for me. You wouldn’t want to disturb the lovely people doing their sessions would you?” She walks past her manager and looks across her shoulder, over the rim of her sunglasses. “I just got a little adventurous, that's all.” She smiles and pushes her glasses back up as she continues to walk.
Weiss catches up to her, keeping up a steady speed, maybe to walk off all the steam of annoyance that was puffing off of her. Yang can almost imagine the trail of clouds tailing behind the short-tempered woman.
“ You have someplace to be, I told you that! You can be adventurous any other time that isn’t a hindrance to both of us,” the woman growls in annoyance, “Now we may arrive late and that doesn’t look good on either of us.”
The basketball player glances down at her fuming manager, “Aw come on, there's nothing wrong with arriving some place fashionably late”
“‘Fashionably late’ isn’t a thing, Yang . It's an excuse” The shorter woman stresses as they turn a corner.
Yang was positive nobody but her manager would make a big deal of her being a bit late, and fashionably late had been a big thing in college. It was standard cool-kid behavior,
Then again where she was a jock, Weiss was most likely a homeschooled or private school princess. She wouldn’t understand ‘cool-kid behavior’.
“Hey, so I ran into a model earlier, cat ears, bright amber-goldish eyes, who wears black like she invented the color?” Yang starts, trying to keep her curiosity casual but she’s far too intrigued on who that model was.
The question halts her manager in her footsteps, “You aren’t trying to pick her up are you?”
Suspicion is laced in every word. Icy blue squinted at her, arms crossed. It was a fair assumption to make, but at the moment all Yang wanted to do was learn more about the woman, “Come on, can’t a girl be curious?”
Eyes further squint at her before a heavy sigh falls past pale lips, “Coco owns this studio, she just loans some of the rooms to other companies to use. However, the woman who you may be talking about, if it's who I think you are describing, she’s a new model for Velvet and Coco.”
“Name?”
“ Yang .”
That warning tone, she wasn’t getting anything more out of her manager on this subject. Damn, that woman's eyes would haunt her.
…
Rich, dark skin that looked fresh velvet to touch, and dark locks that wave and curl beautifully around her face. It looks far neater than Yang’s. Her unruly mane twists and weaves, staying wild in its pattern, but it works for her.
And those eyes…god those eyes… After a quick RemNet search she finally had a name to put to the beauty. Blake Belladonna, a fitting name for a belle in black. The woman had certainly poisoned the basketball player’s mind.
“Earth to Yang? Hellooooooo, anyone up there?” Nora, her teammate, asks while standing on her tiptoes, knocking gently on the left side of Yang’s head as if she was a busted robot of some type.
“Huh? Yeah, I'm here.” Yang grabs Nora’s small wrist to stop her from rapping knuckles against her skull.
“You’ve been out of it all practice, are you sure you’re okay?” Pyrrha Nikos, #7, worriedly inquires as she approaches the two. The woman was a sweetheart, definitely the mom of the team. Yang was the captain of the team, but if she could name anyone co-captain, it would be her.
A blur of ginger rushes up to the three and hops on Pyrrha’s back, hanging onto the tower of a woman by her shoulders.
“You sure you didn’t get hit in the head with a ball? Concussions make people act pret-ty strange.” Neon inquires as she does circular motions with one hand and sways her head in a way to mimic the feeling of being dizzy.
“Nope, no concussion. I swear I’m fin-”
“You guys are overreacting, this is obviously over that model Yang mentioned seeing. Someone is just a little lovesick puppy.” Emerald snidely interrupts, her ruby colored eyes never leaving the basket a ways away from her. She lines up for a three point shot, shoots, and makes the basket with little fanfare. The ball bounces loudly against the floor, but she doesn’t fetch the rebound as she joins the group instead.
Lilac eyes size up the mint-haired woman, they were always butting heads, but deep down they had a team connection that was stronger than their initial bond.
“Oh my god, are you crushing ?” Neon squeals excitedly, her tail swishing strongly behind her. Pyrrha had changed to giving the woman a piggyback ride to make sure she didn’t fall off from her own excited movements.
Yang shakes her head and pushes through the group that formed around her, “I told you it's just curiosity. Y’know ‘Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back’, I’m just trying to satisfy my curiosity so that I won’t die. If I died, there’d be no captain.”
“Well- except Pyrrh-”
Unruly curls of blonde shift as Yang shakes her head, “Point is, it’s no different than being interested in an actress. The girl’s caught my eye, that’s all. Nothing to make a big deal over.”
She shrugs as she picks up Emerald’s abandoned ball and dribbles it to the Three Point line. She was on the far side of the basket, facing it from its left side. She dribbles twice before she jumps and shoots. The ball follows through and swishes through the net resounding once more loudly against the court floor.
Yang’s positive she’s just attracted to this woman’s innate charm and beauty. They would understand if they’d seen her in person just as she did. If they had met that bewitching gaze. Pictures didn’t do her complete justice, it just couldn’t completely capture the aura she radiated.
“I don’t care if you are crushing or whatever as long as you keep your head in the game kid.” Her uncle’s voice rasped out as he took a swig of water.
She rolls her eyes at him, “Relax uncle- Sorry- Coach , but you have nothing to worry about. A little intrigue never hurt nobody, so relax. You guys are being so dramatic over me. I’m fine , better than ever, actually!”.
They had nothing to worry about, in fact, she had the best stats of the team this season so far. Sure, she didn’t flaunt it but it didn’t make it any less true that she was in her prime, and she would be for a long time. Picking up the ball, she flicks her right wrist, before letting the spinning ball balance on the tip of her index fingernail.
“Em!” She shouts.
She halts the momentum of the ball before chest passing the ball to her teammate with a competitive gleam in her eye, “Let’s practice.”
…
She stuffed her hands deep into her varsity jacket, eyes hidden away behind a pair of aviators and her hair poorly hidden by a typical baseball cap. She walks through the automatic doors with full confidence, eyes glancing around her as she took in an awareness of her surroundings. The most important thing to a disguise was acting casual, but not too casual, because that would come off as suspicious. Strutting in like she owns the place would make it obvious that she is a somebody rather than the nobody she wants to portray herself as.
She promised (bribed, but who’s keeping track?) Ruby in exchange for carrying her stuff home that she would be the one who went shopping. It was probably better that way, her baby sister wasn’t the best at social interaction anyway. Sometimes it led to small incidents that she didn’t handle too well. She sighs rubbing the back of her neck.
Where was she even supposed to start? Shopping wasn’t hard, not by a long shot, but she wasn’t sure what they needed. She wasn’t a chef.
Well then, she supposed she’d have to guess. She’d probably get away with picking up a few basic necessities that they were definitely running low on, spices, sauces, meats, that sort of stuff. Though she couldn’t cook them, Ruby could. Surprisingly enough, her sister was a force to be reckoned with once she got her hands on a recipe. Weiss would know what to do with whatever Yang managed to buy.
Probably.
It took a while for Yang to compile what she thought was a pretty decent haul of foods and ingredients, but the more she hung around the more she felt she was being followed by boys and girls alike. The phone camera flashes were becoming less and less subtle. ‘ A disguise can only go so far, huh?”
She continues her little grocery shopping spree, before heading to the check-out. She lines up behind a faunus couple and their kid, the kid’s bright blue eyes staring at her full of childish wonder. She has to admit, it’s cute. The look of awe that children always wore looking at her.
Tilting her glasses down the bridge of her nose, she makes some funny faces, causing the little kid to giggle. She slides them back up with a triumphant smile, ‘ Mission complete’ .
She’s setting her stuff up on the conveyor belt when something picks up her attention in the corner of her eye. She plucks a magazine from the rack of little knick knacks.
‘ Well, Miss Belle in black, we meet again. ’
She opens the magazine, flipping through the pages until she comes upon her page. She's modeling some kind of high end watch brand, a black metal watch with silver inlay resting against her sallow toned skin snugly. The model isn’t supposed to be the focus of the close up images, but for Yang, she was.
She stares into the monotone eyes printed blurrily in the background, and finds herself mourning the rich ember gold that the faunus girl had. It truly was a shame that the company’s branding was all shades of gray, cheating out their readers with the chance of sharing in the models eternal beauty.
She still can’t believe that this woman slipped under her radar.
Her features looked prominently flawless, and Yang can’t help but wonder if she looked that perfect up close. She had gazed upon her from afar, only captured a glimpse, but she was already yearning for more. She hadn’t had this much of an interest in someone since probably the band concert she attended a few years ago. Still, the lead singer had nothing on this model.
“Excuse me?”
“Hm?” Yang looks up from the magazine, closing and tossing it on the conveyor belt with the rest of her things.
“You’re Yang Xiao Long, right? #27 for the Beacon Brigade?” a teenage girl asks. She couldn’t have been much older than 16 or 17. Yang tilts down her glasses to observe the girl and her friend that lurks nervously behind her. So much for her disguise.
“ Mayyybe , you two lookin’ for an autograph?” She smiles warmly at her young fans.
The girl and her friend exchange a look, stars practically glimmering in their eyes. The one who spoke first whips out her phone, “Can we also have a photo?!”
Yang nods with a smile as she crouches down and puts her arms around the two girls. She quickly asks them if this is okay, to which both of them nod enthusiastically and lean into the basketball player as they snap a few photos. As they squeal and mutter to each other, Yang takes the liberty of taking the sharpie she always carries on her and autographing their shirts.
It's not often she’s approached by female fans, but it makes her happy to know that she’s inspiring more people. Well- she has to guess that that is the reason the girls approach her.
Yang surveys her surroundings and nervously chuckles, any more time spent around here and she’d definitely be having a free selfie and autograph session that Weiss would not be happy about finding out about. The basketball player quickly pays for her things before heading out to her bike. She puts things in a nicely sized backpack that she straps securely to her before heading home.
…
The basketball player lights the stove top in front of her, grabbing and moving the pot she’d filled with cool water over it before turning to look over to her sister. Ruby had tasked herself with unpacking the groceries, removing the items one by one and setting them on the countertop.
“Wow, I’m surprised these aren’t just yolk and eggshells by this point.” She hears her admit while setting two sets of a dozen eggs on top of the counter.
Yang rolls her eyes as she reaches to grab a packet of instant noodles behind her. She rips it open with ease.
“I’m not a bad driver, I just think speed limits are a bit of a suggestion.” She shrugs as she places the noodles in the water, the surface bubbling at her. It was true, she was a bit of a speed devil on the roads, but she was a pretty amazing motorcycle driver, “Besides me and Bumblebee always get the job done, when have we ever-”
She watches as her sister goes to open her mouth. She meets her sister’s silver gaze with a challenging glare. Ruby returns to digging through the bookbag. “Exactly! See, me and Bumblebee always bring everything in one piece.”
The taller woman turns her focus to her noodles, grabbing a spatula and attempting to break the noodles apart from each other. Maybe she was being a tad bit impatient, but she had had a long day, and waiting for water to boil all of a sudden felt like watching paint dry.
“Huh? What’s this?”
“What’s- oh, just something I picked up at the store.”
Ruby holds the magazine she had forgotten about out in front of her, and by the grin on her sister’s face, she had also come to the same conclusion that Yang had forgotten about it. Lilac eyes focus on bubbling water and cooking noodles and pointedly not on her sister who was probably giving her the most insufferable shit-eating grin.
A flip of a page, “You are totally obsessed with her.” She hears her younger sister chuckle out.
‘ Here we go again.’
She continues to stir around the noodles with the spatula as her mind drifts back to the model, to the outfit, the pose. That girl was born a model. She blinks and shakes her head.
“I’m not obsessed-- I mean look at her.” She turns to face her sister, “You can’t deny that there’s not just something about her, she’s hypnotizing .”
Ruby just snorts, “You so are obsessed, my dear sister.”
Yang just rolls her eyes with a smile and turns back to the noodles, “Whatever, man. Say what you want but it’s nothing more than just curiosity.”
“Uh huh, Just curiosity.” Her sister snorts deviously.
It was just curiosity, right? It had to be! She hadn’t deep dived to divulge every piece of information about the woman. She had only searched to gain her socials and scroll absentmindedly through her profile. See, that wasn't an obsession! Though the way Blake infiltrated her mind… no, it was normal. She was interested in the model a normal amount.
“Yep! Just curious.”