Weiss had been caught completely unaware by Yang’s sudden actions. She’d just barely managed to grab onto Blake’s vest when the shadow of the blonde’s body fell over her and in the next instance a massive pair of hips slammed into the spot she had just been. The flesh of both girls’ hips compacted together as the force of the blow was transferred to the Faunus, a slight ripple running through her buttocks as she stumbled from the impact. The sudden and violent movement sent Weiss swinging on the tail of her friend’s vest, her head spinning as she frantically struggled to keep her hold. As desperately as she held on however, it was ultimately in vain and with her heart in her throat the fencer’s fingers slipped and she began to fall towards the floor below.
In the next instant however she was suddenly swept up by a sea of gold that came seemingly out of nowhere, violently swung around as she was tangled in golden threads and sent flying through the air before colliding solidly with an unfamiliar surface. For a few seconds Weiss thought that she may have died and ended up in some strange other world, but as Yang’s jubilant laughter boomed above and her entire world shook in time with the exhalations, she realised where she was. Someone she had been scooped up by Yang’s hair as the blonde girl skipped past Blake, inadvertently saved by the same girl who had nearly crushed her seconds earlier.
Several strands of the long golden hair had tangled themselves around Weiss, getting caught around her limbs and through the loose threads of her clothes. Her first instinct was to untangle herself immediately but as she continued to bounce along with her capture’s rhythmic steps, she realised that that wouldn’t be a very good idea. Rather, she freed herself just enough to allow use of her arms and then started the long process of climbing up through her teammate’s hair.
Yang’s movements were more erratic than Blake’s and her hair was less secure, so Weiss found herself being thrown every which way as the blonde practically skipped down the hall, but on the other hand she found the hair easier to climb than she had suspected. At her scale the small knots that the brawler had allowed to form deep within her locks made excellent footholds, turning what should have been more of a rope climb into a steep but manageable ascent. Weiss’s stamina was running low, but even as her arms burned from the exertion she knew that she had to do this, less a casual hand or brush tear her from her perch and to the unforgiving ground below.
Spitting out a stray hair from her mouth, the heiress finally found herself within reach of Yang’s shoulder, peering out from the dense forest of hair at the back of the girl’s neck. Making sure that several strands were still wrapped around her waist for safety, she waited for a moment of relative stillness before swinging out across the small gap and landing with exceptional grace on the brown fabric of her friend’s jacket. After such a marathon climb, the tiny girl was glad for the chance to rest, crouching down and gripping the edge of the jacket where it met her teammate’s neck.
A part of Weiss had hoped that now that she had reached an elevated position she would be noticed by her friends, but Yang wasn’t in the habit of looking at her own shoulder and Blake had other things on her mind than any stray bugs crawling on her partner. The two had finally reached the gym, swinging open the large doors and looking out over the expansive space.
Beacon’s gym was large, large enough to cater to an academy full of trained combatants, and was full of a mix of exercise equipment and large open training areas. From her perch on Yang’s shoulder Weiss took in the many other students, both Beacon-based and visiting, and gripped down a little harder on the fabric under her fingers. The last thing she wanted was to get lost away from her teammates, especially with people she didn’t even know.
Unfortunately for Weiss, Yang remained unaware of her presence and, as such, unconcerned with her safety. She’d turned her head to look over to the left of the gym, before suddenly turning back to face Blake, swinging her head around and allowing her hair to swing wildly behind her as a broad grin bedecked her face. “Alright partner, let’s go show off a little!”
Blake shot her a sly grin in response. “If you count exercising as showing off I guess.” As usual, the Faunus couldn’t help but get dragged along by her partner’s enthusiasm, too focused on the mischievous grin of the girl before her to take note of the tiny Weiss as the heiress…
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