The Meeting
Blake’s eyes fluttered open to the sound of Weiss’ mellifluous voice ringing throughout the apartment as she sang to herself. As she slowly woke up, her cat ears twitched. Once she had rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she began her morning routine. To begin, she stretched every which way that her body would permit to help her muscles through the day. When she would be satisfied, Blake would head out to the shared bathroom to have a shower, refraining from interrupting her friend’s beautiful melody. After thoroughly cleaning herself, Blake joined Weiss in her bedroom wrapped in her towel, a distraught look etched into her usually calm features. The white haired woman was searching for a combat skirt when she entered the room.
“Good morning, Blake. I see that I didn’t need to come wake you.” Weiss spoke, turning towards the worried woman. “Blake, are you alright? Why aren’t you dressed? Yang should be here soon.” Blake looked at Weiss helplessly as her soaking hair dripped dark puddles into the blue carpet. “How about I help you get ready after I find my combat skirt?”
“I’d appreciate that very much, thank you. I believe I saw your skirt hanging in your wardrobe behind your formal gown just now.” Blake said. Weiss made her way over to find that it was exactly where Blake said it was.
“Come on, Belladonna. Let’s get you done up.” Weiss gently, but firmly, guided Blake towards her respective bedroom. “I think I’m going to braid your hair so you don’t have to wear a bow to cover your ears. Does that work for you? Also, you should definitely wear purple. It really brings the amber out in your eyes.” Weiss rambled on about what she believed Blake should wear, but the faunus had since long tuned her out, instead thinking about the activities for the day. Being placed on to her bed, Blake watched as Weiss went through her closet to find all her supplies to transform Blake into a goddess.
“Should I do anything..?” Blake asked with uncertainty. Weiss shook her head violently as she emerged from the closet, black-purple tights hung from her arm along with white shorts, black vest and white top.
“I want you to relax and let me do my magic. Do you mind if I use my glyphs to try and manipulate your hair?” Blake looked startled at the idea, but nodded her head. “Cool. Try not to move…” she summoned her semblance and began her work.
“Weiss, can I ask you something?” Weiss stopped working.
“You just did, but I will be okay with another question.” Weiss replied with playful smile.
“How come I’ve never hear you talk about your family or see you get ready for dates? It’s not as if you aren’t a social person, so what’s up?” Blake wondered aloud. Weiss remained silent as she worked on the finishing touches of Blake’s do and grabbed the outfit she had chosen for her. The white haired girl left the room to give Blake more privacy, her heart racing. She knew that Blake deserved an answer, but didn't know how to go about telling her everything she wanted to know. The doorbell rang throughout the flat, announcing Yang's arrival. Weiss walked over and opened the door to reveal Yang holding a bouquet of 11 yellow roses, the tips of the petals stained red, a large smile on her face and her hair in a mess of curls.
"Hey, Weiss. Is Blake ready yet? Also I brought the attachment to Bumblebee so you can ride alongside us-" Yang paused at the expression on the greeter's face. "You ARE coming with us right?" Weiss smiled kindly at the blonde.
"Yes, I will be joining you for brunch. It's not that I don't trust you, Ms. Xiao Long, it's because I want to get to know my best friend's potential partner. But, I must know, how did you know I'd be joining you today? Did Blake tell you?" Weiss inquired.
"No, I didn't tell her that you would be coming along. She told me last night you were invited, which I would've told you, but you had long decided that you would accompany me to ensure my safety." Blake had joined them, her tone amused as Weiss stared at her in disbelief.
"My apologies, Blake. I will learn to hold my tongue when you need to speak."
"Belladonna, a fitting name for such an incredibly beautiful woman." Yang said with a wink as she extended the bouquet of roses towards her date. Blake's face flushed at the compliment and gathered the gift in her arms and began her search for a vase.
"Eleven roses? Belladonna? Oh, honestly Ms. Xiao Long, what are you on about?" Weiss asked, intrigued.
"The roses? I simply like the number eleven. Regarding her name-" Yang began but was cut off.
" 'Belladonna' translates to 'beautiful woman' in Italian. I'm surprised you knew that, Yang." Blake looked down thoughtfully at the bundle of petals. "Thank you for the beautiful roses, how did you know they were my favorite flowers?"
"I didn't. I just new that the gorgeous faunus deserved some beautiful flora to brighten her day." Yang smiled. Blake rolled her eyes with a small smile that slowly grew wider.
"I also bet that you didn't know that Blake could tell you the significance of a rose's colour." Weiss stated proudly. Blake gave her a pointed look.
"Is that true? What do black roses mean?" Yang asked.
"Death or farewell. You'd give someone a black rose if you weren't ever going to see them again." she explained after placing her flowers into a vase.
"Awesome! Are you both ready to go?"
"We are but I just want to grab my rapier. I never leave the apartment without it anymore. And Blake shouldn't leave without her weapon either." Yang waited patiently as they went to grab their weapons. "Alright, now we are ready." Weiss said upon returning, Blake alongside her.
"Super. Let's go!" Yang and Blake began their long descent down the 15 flights of stairs, with Weiss in tow. "This is Bumblebee," Yang said to Weiss," and this is the compartment where you'll be seated. It's name is Honeycomb. Blake will be riding with me, and you both need helmets. Weiss, you can wear my sister's." Yang straddled her bike wearing her yellow helmet, Blake a tie-dyed purple one, and Weiss sported a red one with cookies stickers all over it. Just as Yang had promised, she maintained a comfortable speed for her companions as they rode to her shared apartment with her younger sister.
After a close call on the last turn, Bumblebee and Honeycomb pulled up next to a short apartment building that had a mere three floors. They descended from the vehicle, walked up the threshold, and into the first apartment on the main floor. A girly voice could be heard singing deeper within their home.
"Ruby! We're home!" Yang called out to her sister. A small girl with short red-black hair emerged from the kitchen wearing an apron, along with white flour smeared across her right cheek and forehead. "Were you baking more chocolate chip cookies?" Yang exclaimed. "You made a batch yesterday AND the day before that you made two!" Weiss' eyes shot open, while Blake just stared.
"Miss Rose, so lovely to see you again." Blake greeted to the young woman.
"Oh! Blake is who you were bringing? You should've said so, silly!" Ruby laughed, Blake smiled and the other two stared with wide eyes and open mouths.
"Rubes, how do you know Blake?" Yang asked.
"I'm the owner of 'Pawsitive Pages', the bookstore down the road from where you work. Ruby often comes into my store searching for something to read; we've become rather good friends." Blake explained, ignoring Yang's smirk at the store's name. "Originally, it was called 'Perfect Pages' but Ruby insisted that the pun would attract more customers, which it did. I now know where she gets her sense of humor from."
"Does that mean Ruby purr-suaded you to make a change? Did you add fur-niture too?" Yang laughed loudly at the glare she was receiving from her date. "You've cat to be kitten me right meow, those are purr-fect!" Ruby burst out laughing, Weiss chuckled lightly and Blake deeply sighed as Yang smiled widely.
"Are you done?" Blake demanded.
"Why? Are my puns too cat-astrophic for your taste?" Yang replied. Blake rolled her eyes.
"Might I inquire as to what you had in mind for brunch, Ms. Xiao Long?" Weiss spoke.
"I've got quite the menu already started that I'm hoping you will both enjoy. And please call me 'Yang'." she answered. "Why don't you relax, pull up a chair, as your hostesses proudly present..." Yang began.
"Your menu." Ruby and Yang said together in a sing-song voice.
"Hmm. Where to start?" Blake wondered aloud.
"Actually, I have something for you specifically." Yang whispered to her before heading towards the kitchen. She quickly returned with a pot of tea, sugar, and milk, along with tuna salad and crackers.
"Ah!" Blake drooled at the sight of the food. "Thank you!" she said before she dug into her plate.
Once everyone had been settled with a plate of food, and a drink. Yang glanced at everyone at the table, then rested her violet eyes on her date. "So, what so you want to know about me?"