#tinysaiko

she murmurs her name, rolling over to the edge of the bed. there isn't much illumination, but her blonde hair is easily distinguishable in the dark. she reaches out to the other bed, whispering louder.

"yang!"

"hm?"

yang's response is quick, rather than groggy. so, it seems, she isn't the only one unable to sleep. does she have nightmares, too? nightmares of the white fang, of beacon falling, of that cruel man who sliced off her arm? she must do. people don't go through what they did, what yang did, and not have nightmares.

"yeah, what's up?" even though weiss can't quite see her face, she can just hear the grin she offers up. yang, always trying to be her namesake. always trying to be happy, for the sake of others.

"i was just thinking..." weiss's voice trails off.

"yeah? thinkin' of what?"

"what are we going to do?"

if it had been months before, the words would only have come out with a glint of vulnerability. now, it's plain in her voice. she could've gone so many places, but she came to patch, to the last team member she had left. blake had disappeared and ruby was... well, apart of a new team now.

she saw yang prop herself up, the faint suggestion of her head tipping to the side. "what do you mean?" her tone is soft.

"we can't stay here forever."

there's a pause, and then she hears feet hit the floor. she notes that as yang crawls into her bed, she brings along her mother's white cloak. she was told about summer rose, and about her biological mother. this was my mom's... that's where ruby got it from. i wanted to be just like her. i still do.

yang reaches out, with her left hand, and brushes back a strand of white hair. weiss leans into the touch. there's no point in lying to each other anymore. there's no point in keeping anything back.

"i know. but we owe the world nothing, y'know? we can't just save it."

weiss knows she should feel like that statement is callous, but to be honest, she feels the same. they didn't even complete a year of training. she's no longer that naive. they can't just go out, and expect to save the world, and just be a hero. they aren't anything near ready to do so.

"so what will we do then?" weiss murmurs back, as yang's hand trails down to her neck. they both have long hair, she muses. hers being as bright as a summer's day, and hers as stark white as a winter's night. like the sun and the moon.

"i just..." yang's voice breaks off, for a moment, and unflinchingly, weiss pressed her lips to her right arm's stump. she didn't want to leave. weiss never wanted to leave. it's encouragement.

"i just want us to live." it's a confession, and certainly not a sign of defeat. she understands. to live is to take revenge, when all the evil in this world sought to break yang. sought to kill her.

"then we will live." weiss replies, certainty and fear of the unknown mingling. she doesn't know what the future will hold. but they will make it, together. last time, she had no choice. this time, she does. and she chooses to stay.

she brings her head forward, to meet yang's, and their mouths meet. weiss holds onto her, like a gravitational pull, and yang doesn't let go.

"never leave me." yang breathes, breaking apart for a moment.