Blake didn't know how long Yang cried for.

Blake didn't know how long she had stared out the window; watching creatures of the night go about their business. Her keen eyes letting her see a whole world that belonged to the Faunus and the animals.

She didn't know what time it was when she first kissed Yang, rolling her onto her back and straddling her. She pushed her tongue into Yang's mouth delicately – before running her rough tongue over her tear stained cheeks.

Blake didn't know how long she'd wanted to kiss her. She took off the only piece of clothing she had left – a plain black bra.

"I'm not going to ply you with sex. Or tell you not to worry." Words came to her tongue from somewhere – but her brain didn't recognize them."But I am going to make sure you sleep."

Blake's hand ran down between Yang's breasts and onto her toned abs – long nails causing the sweating blonde to shiver in anticipation. "I'm going to enjoy this." Blake whispered as she circled a thumb around Yang's entrance.

Yang's eyes shut and she bucked her hips gently – Blake slid a finger inside her.

She didn't know how long she pleased Yang either.

Hours later she left Yang curled into a ball beneath sheets that dripped with pleasure and pain in equal measure. The girl was so worried, so very scared that it had hurt Blake to tear herself from her embrace. But there were things she had to take care of.

Pyrrha's apartment was a mess – mostly Yang's handiwork. While Blake was guilty of leaving her Schneewiesers where they fell at a party, she would not live somewhere which had pizza boxes strewn throughout 3 separate rooms. She strode with purpose about rooms that she hadn't even set foot in before – collecting trash and fighting stains with the same ferocity she chased Vale's criminals.

Her mind wandered and she wondered what Pyrrha was doing, why Ozpin could be deploying forces at 4am on a Wednesday night. More specifically – why he had called for the head of internal affairs to be deployed.

Tension raked across her body, until she made her way to the living room, where the television was silently playing some very badly produced porn. She turned it off with a sigh, wondering how Yang managed to function in this house.

It took her over 30 minutes before the room was free of pizza, beer and discarded underwear from their sleepover. Afterwards the room had stopped smelling of food; instead a smell lingered which reminded Blake of the girl in bed. Yang's scent was everywhere.

She felt warmth spread throughout her body as memories of the night flooded her mind – coupled with the various aches that had accrued over a rather rough 'first date' suddenly her pussy begged for urge was overpowering, made even worse when she realized that Yang's scent would still be all over her face. She quickly dashed to the shower with red cheeks… on her face this time.

Most cat Faunus hated water, a fact that had spawned many jokes from bigoted humans. Blake had been an exception from a young age; she had always held a strange fascination with water. Most of her early memories involved swimming in clear blue lakes during warm summer afternoons. She turned the shower on, not surprised that Yang kept it at nearly scalding levels. A few adjustments and some testing allowed her to find a happy medium between boiling and freezing and she stepped under the downpour with a relaxed sigh.

Her ears twitched as the water ran down them, sending droplets spraying across the tiles. She giggled and flicked her ears again, enjoying the sensation. She wished that she could have taken a bath, but she wanted to rejoin Yang soon – and baths normally resulted in cat naps for her.

The shower was warm and spacious and as such Blake was very reluctant to leave. Pyrrha's apartment was a kind of luxury she could only dream of."Did she buy this with her tournament money? Or does Ozpin pay her better than me?" Blake wondered as she watched the water run between her breasts.

A flick of her ears later, she put the thought out of her mind and stepped out onto the cold bathroom tiles. She toweled off with the efficiency of a woman who'd been on the run, more of a pat down than a true drying. When she donned the old clothes that she 'borrowed' from Yang's dresser her hands instantly picked up the familiar black bow. She made to tie her bow over her ears, she had maintained after many years – but after some thought, she resolved to resist the urge.

I trust Yang and Pyrrha, they genuinely care about me.

She dressed in the scavenged T shirt, both the DJ and size indicating it was a Xiao Long item, before she made her way to the kitchen intent on a midnight snack. Her mind was filled with sandwich ideas and dreams of tuna... Until the soft song of a violin reached her ears and the preening brought her to the verge of tears.

The slow, lilting music spoke to her – it reminded her of the day when she first felt the sting of human hate. Memories sprung to the forefront of her mind:

A protest. A scream. Blood splashing on to her cheek.

She reluctantly continued chasing the memory, the music forcing her deeper within herself.

She ran. A man blocked her path. She tried to turn but he took her sign – raising it like a warhammer.

She fell, looked up at her would be killer and suddenly -

She was laid back in her chair. Hours earlier that same face wore a grin as she was playing with herself in that chair. Now, it had been brought into the living room; but there was no joy or lust in the air now; just the slow mourning of the violin.

He was in front of her. The Faunus in the mask, brandishing a sword stained in human blood. The human lay face down and he looked broken



Broken;Pyrrha slumped in the chair, topless. Her red hair was normally so full of luster and shine but now it only contrasted with her skin; a cold, pale ivory. She was wounded; multiple times.A field dressing clun to her bare shoulder – the kind medics used for a stab wound. Another bandage wound its way around her wrist, all the power Pyrrha had flaunted replaced now with a quiet fragile vulnerability.

She looked up; half asleep with tears in her eyes. The eternally warm eyes had no light in them now, only a hollow detachment that had stared at Blake from her mirror throughout most of her life. She kissed Pyrrha, nothing more than a brush on the lips – enough to let her mistress know she was here. The redhead groaned and made to stretch, but Blake held her arm to prevent further injury.

She noticed Blake and they stared into each other's eyes. In that moment they understood that they'd both seen humanity at its worst.

Blake as a child.

Pyrrha as a woman.

"Come to bed Mistress, I'll bring a snack. Yang and I have missed you terribly." She bowed her head, allowing Pyrrha to sluggishly scratch her ears.

"Thank you for tidying pet…I may need to borrow your arm." Pyrrha replied as gracefully as she could muster, hiding pain behind a tired but tender smile.

Blake allowed Pyrrha to lean on her, steadying her mistress and guiding her down the hall slowly, picking their way to the bedroom where Yang had constructed a macabre nest of began the mysterious technique of getting into bed with one functioning arm, whilst exhausted and running on next to no the way Pyrrha slowly positioned her hips and legs reminded Blake of the dancers in a club Yang took her to after graduating from Beacon.

"You decided to stay." It was a statement, not a question. Blake looked down at Yang; blind to the world and drowning in worry, she felt her ears flatten against her head and paused for half a heartbeat before locking eyes with her sunk to her her knees and kissed Pyrrha's feet slowly, causing soft moans of relaxation as the Faunus welcomed her Mistress home properly.

For the first time in her life Blake felt completely at home, kneeling at the feet of a human who was the most generous and caring person she'd ever met. "There is no place I'd rather be than at your feet Mistress."