Totally worth it.
[[Aha not really still rwbyrsweek technically, but I wrote a few extra chapters anyway~]].
Day 8 quotation: “You’re bleeding… You’re bleeding a lot.”
I wrote this awhile ago (and actually as a part of my other story), but feel it is appropriate for this last day. That, and I am ready to move on to the bazillion of other stories I wanted to write for bumblebee. Enjoy!
Weiss sighed as she dutifully shoved her hand into the box she held and pulled out two chocolate chip cookies, depositing them into Pyrrha’s outstretched palm.
"I really don’t see how this is ‘training,’" she said flatly as she watched Pyrrha drop the cookies into a small pouch and securely attach the bag to her trusty javelin, Milo.
"Aw, come on Weiss! You need to think outside the box sometimes!" Ruby giggled as she jumped up and down, swinging her arms widely as she loosened up. "Let’s try it just one time, pleaseee.”
Pyrrha turned to Weiss and smiled.
"It seems more interesting than a traditional workout," she commented, diplomatically as usual.
Weiss waved her hand in defeat. Ruby was going to eat the cookies, regardless; at least this way she was going to get a little exercise at the same time.
"Yes!" Ruby exclaimed once she had been granted permission.
"Count us down, Weiss!" Ruby said excitedly as Pyrrha hoisted her javelin over her shoulder in preparation.
The redhead drew her arm back, muscles rippling in her shoulder and biceps as she prepared to launch her weapon, cookies included, towards the forest in front of them. She raised her left arm, holding her hand in the shape of an ‘L’ as she aimed her throw out over the trees. Frozen in this position, she was the picture of a perfect javelin thrower, muscles tensed and ready to be released.
"Ok, ready…" Weiss began, preparing to commence this inaugural round of cookie retrieval.
Ruby assumed a sprinter’s stance directly in front of her: the fingers on her left hand splayed on the ground, head down, knees bent, (very cute) butt up…Weiss flushed when she realized that Ruby’s skirt rode up somewhat high when Ruby bent over in this way, giving her a glimpse of her partner’s panties.
She was glad that she was the only one standing behind the girl right now. She would be extremely jealous if anyone else in the world had this view.
"Uh, Weiss?" Ruby spun her head around, silver eyes looking back at her inquisitively. Pyrrha also turned her head slightly as she arched an eyebrow in curiosity at the delay.
Weiss blinked, blushing furiously as she realized that she had been staring a bit too intently at her partner and had completely forgotten she was supposed to be starting their little game.
"Ok, ready…set…go!" she finally yelled.
As soon as the word left her lips, Pyrrha launched Milo over the forest. Weiss stared in awe as the javelin leave the girl’s hand like a rocket. She soon lost sight of it as it traveled out of view. At the same instant, she felt a blast of rose scented air hit her as Ruby tore off after her cookies, littering the ground with rose petals in her wake.
Pyrrha hopped down onto the ground and began doing rapid push-ups, counting softly to herself each time her arms straightened out.
"One, two, three…"
Weiss observed Pyrrha closely for several seconds, marveling at the girl’s strength and perfect push-up posture.
"Seven, eight, nine, ten…"
She turned her attention back towards the forest, searching for any sign that her partner was returning. She had just now realized that if Ruby couldn’t find Milo, they could be waiting there for a very long time.
This was a stupid, stupid idea.
"Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…"
Weiss held her hand up in front of her face as a cloud of dust and debris emerged from the edge of the trees and blew into her eyes. Once she felt the cloud pass, she lowered her hand and blinked several times. Relief flooded her as she found her grinning partner standing in front of her, Milo held at her side.
"How many did you do?" Ruby asked eagerly as she offered Milo back to his owner.
"Seventeen," Pyrrha answered, looking somewhat deflated by the low number.
"Awesome!" Ruby exclaimed, holding her hand up to give Pyrrha a hi-five, clearly not sensing the redhead’s disappointment in her personal showing.
"Aren’t you going to eat your prize?" Weiss asked, gesturing towards the pouch still securely attached to Pyrrha’s weapon.
Ruby grinned sheepishly at them, her face flushing lightly.
"I…kind of…ate them on the way back…"
Weiss and Pyrrha both gawked at the girl in a mixture of shock and admiration. She was actually that fast? It wasn’t as if Pyrrha was slow doing pushups.
"Well, I guess we should actually do a real workout now…" Ruby said. She looked greatly saddened at the prospect of legitimately training.
Weiss stuck her hand back into the box and tossed two more cookies to Pyrrha, who caught them easily in one hand.
"This seems like a real enough workout to me," she remarked casually, gesturing for Ruby to position herself in front of her once again.
Grinning from ear to ear, Ruby happily obliged, skipping over and bending down in front of Weiss.
A small smirk played on her lips as she glanced down at the girl in front of her. Hearing a soft cough, Weiss snapped her eyes towards Pyrrha, blushing when she saw the redhead give her a grin accompanied by a knowing wink.
Quickly diverting her eyes, Weiss cleared her throat.
"Ok…" she began, allowing her eyes to roam over Ruby one more time.
Two hours?? Jeez you’re a speed reader! I’m really glad that you liked it though :-) there’s still more to come!
Don’t know the ship name for them, but actually found this little one quite enjoyable to do. I see them with a kind of tragic back story. If I had time, I would love to write it.
Glynda watched as the eight new huntsmen-in-training were catapulted through the air over the Emerald Forest, their quest to find their partners just beginning. One little huntress in particular held her attention for much longer than the others.
She couldn’t help sighing as she watched the young brunette go sailing through the air. The girl just seemed much…smaller…than everyone else. The gap in years definitely showed in her stature and in many of her mannerisms. Glynda couldn’t help but to be very…
“Don’t worry about her too much.”
Sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs in the hospital waiting room, Yang stared down at her hands resting in her lap. They were still covered in Blake’s blood; she hadn’t even bothered to go wash them yet. The sight of dark red dried and cracking on her palms kept her rooted in the memory of her partner, lying in an ever growing pool of blood, as they tried desperately to save her.
And she hadn’t been able to do anything.
Blake and Pyrrha…hmm…have they even spoken a word to each other so far in the show?
Since I don’t really see them as being in a relationship ever (maybe I need to read some more fan fics about that…) I wrote them as friends. And Yang makes an appearance, because she tends to take up the majority of my mind at all times lol
"Blake, are you ready?"
Blake looked up from the book she was reading, finding Pyrrha sticking her head through Team RWBY’s door. Glancing quickly towards the clock on the table beside her bed, she nodded her head, snapping the book shut and throwing it down on her pillow as she jumped to her feet. She grabbed Gambol Shroud as she met Pyrrha in the hallway and the two of them began walking down towards the student lounge together.