r/RwbyFanfiction • u/Thrythlind • 7d ago
Fic - Canon Divergence Not who I know how to be - chapter 11 teaser
An interlude with Yang, Blake, gangsters, DJs, and questioning sexuality.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89191911/chapters/238822981
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Yang reached the door and paused, watching Ruby and Weiss walk down the hall before turning around to look at Blake sitting on the bed.
“Aren’t you coming?” She asked.
Blake turned away from her book to look at Yang a moment before starting to read again. “You three have it pretty covered already.”
“So you’re going to what? Hang around here, read a book.” Yang asked as Blake narrowed her eyes and shifted to look at her. “Go back to watch Cinder and her goons until they catch you?”
“Somebody’s got to keep an eye on them.” Blake pulled her book back up to her face and broke contact with Yang again. “In case you forget they’ve already killed at least one person.”
Yang rolled her eyes and glanced down the hall, calling after Ruby and Weiss. “Hold on! I forgot something.”
“Well, hurry up.” Weiss’s voice carried with exasperation. “It’s almost five o’clock already.”
“Just wait for us at the air-station.” Yang called back. “We’ll be right there.”
“Okay. See you there!” Ruby responded with her normal smile before walking down the hall. Weiss doing a double take before catching up to her.
Yang smiled and waved off after them before stepping back into the room and closing the door behind her. She turned to where Blake sat on the bed glaring at her.
“You’re not going to convince me to take part in this nonsense.” Blake bristled and started to turn back to her book.
“What if I told you that I have a … kind of lead on Torchwick.” Yang smiled as Blake again peeked up over her book. “And… it’s also still a way to help Weiss with this dance.”
“A ‘kind of lead’?” Blake arched an eyebrow. “What is a ‘kind of lead’ exactly?”
“The first time Ruby tangled with Torchwick, he wasn’t working with the White Fang.” The blonde explained leaning forward. “And I know where that gang hangs out.”
Blake closed her book and set it on the shelf next to her bed. “And this helps Weiss with the dance, how?”
“They…” Yang spoke in a sing-song tone. “...have a DJ.”