As implied in the summary, this story is related to my other fic "Figure it out". I'd recommend reading that one first but this one stands on its own enough to be a different story altogether.

I usually write one shots but this will be a two parts fic.

The next part will be released somewhere in the next week if everything goes well.

Enjoy.

Blake had not expected to be convinced so soon into visiting that club again. Yang was pretty pushy, but if Blake was entirely honest; she had a hard time refusing her. Blake sat down in a corner of the club, leaning forward on her elbows and looking around the dance floor. The club was packed, it was a busy night. She was hoping Yang wouldn't take too long to get their drinks, she didn't feel like hanging around that bar alone again.

It looked like Yang was waiting on Blake's mental cue because she showed up at that exact moment with an armful of drinks. Blake's ears twitched, how was she holding up so many glasses at once?

"You ready for your special night alone with the queen of the club scene?"

Blake refused to acknowledge that last comment and grabbed one of the drinks.

"Alone is not that special ."

Yang scoffed, feeling slightly stung at Blake's reply. She shook it off, ready to show Blake a new side of herself tonight. She rose her strawberry sunrise over her head and smiled expectantly at Blake. With an eye roll at Yang's eagerness, Blake rose her own drink to touch hers.

"To us! The best goddamn team in all of Beacon academy"

Blake hid her amused smile behind her glass, sipping the alcohol slowly. Her gaze went from Yang's face to her throat, momentarily mesmerized by the lone drop of orange liquid sliding down to her cleavage. She absentmindedly thought how she could just lean forward and lick it up. Her cheeks turned red.

"Come on Blakey~ We can't go dance while we still have booze!"

Blake shook her head and tossed back the drink, feeling the familiar burn in her throat. This night would be different; she wouldn't let it go downhill like last time. Yang wouldn't have invited her to go out if she wasn't ready to be of better company this time around.

Once the glasses were all empty and Blake had a nice little buzz going on, Yang took her hand and pulled her up.

"Come on partner; time to show these losers how to be in sync."

Blake chuckled and gave in to Yang's request. She got to her feet, holding on to the table briefly when it became suddenly a bit harder to walk in heels. Yang waited for her to find her balance again and pulled her hand, heading to the dance floor. Yang's hand was warm and soft against hers, like putting on a freshly dried bathrobe. Blake's ears twitched happily under her bow, making her comb a hand through her hair to smooth them.

They pushed their way to a nice little space on the dance floor where Blake would feel less crowded. Yang turned around to face her and, with a large smile, waved their hands to get her to move along the music. It felt silly to have Yang moving her along the music by her arms but their unrestrained laughter was making her get into it. A couple of songs later and she was dancing by herself, blush firmly in place as Yang was looking her down appreciatively.

"I'm so proud" mouthed Yang at her with a hand wiping imaginary tears. Blake stuck out her tongue at her. "Bite me."

Yang's gaze descended lower towards her neck and collarbone and she bit her lower lip. Blake blinked and gasped slightly when Yang slid closer to her, warm hands over her shoulders.

"Is that a request?"

Blake giggled and pushed at Yang's face, feeling herself grow even hotter. "Pffshh you wish Xiao Long" drawled Blake, pushing her hands off her shoulders. She was not about to completely shoot down her partner though, so she wrapped her arms around her neck and smiled up at her. Yang took it in her stride and wrapped her own arms around the faunus' waist.

They danced close to each other, but nothing too hot; Yang was still unsure if Blake would be okay with the kind of grinding she usually went for. Her answer came faster then she imagined because Blake was definitely pushing herself closer to her, trying to match Yang's moves. The blonde let her control their dance, occasionally grinding against Blake in an attempt to stir a reaction out of her. She couldn't just sit back and let Blake have all the fun now could she?

Blake's mind was getting hazy, she was pretty sure it wasn't just the alcohol dictating her bold moves at this point. Yang and her occasionally got into these moods where they would be sorely attracted to each other. Usually, it happened when the both of them were high on adrenaline after a hunt, or in this case, alcohol. She never questioned it and went with the flow, it would be impractical to try and go against her instincts. The worst that could happen was to get caught making out in the Emerald forest by some Grimms lurking around.

There was a very low chance of this happening in a club downtown Vale.

Blake was about to reach up to initiate whatever it is that they usually did in that situation when Yang crushed her lips against hers. Blake gripped at her partner's shoulders, trying to pull her closer. The warmth emanating from Yang was as intoxicating as always and Blake wanted to bathe in it. Strong arms wrapped around her lower back and she felt herself being lifted from the ground slightly, Yang's aura caressing her skin as they pressed ever closer. Kissing Yang always felt marvelous, as if her aura was drapping over hers like a blanket on a rainy day. She clung tightly to Yang's shoulders with one arm and lifted a hand to the back of her neck, fingers raking through her golden mane.

Blake had to tear herself away from Yang to breathe sadly, and when she did, Yang let her slide down her body to finally touch the ground again. Panting, Blake looked up at Yang, her hands holding on to her orange scarf tightly. The brawler flashed her a smug grin and slid a hand over her ass, pulling her back against her.

"Don't push your luck" Blake warned her.

"Pffft. Please, I saw that little twitch on your bow when I do this."

Yang's hand deliciously cupped her bum, groping it for good measure as Blake's face turned crimson. She reached up and bit Yang's neck, making the blonde yelp in surprise.

"Yeow! Oh oh oh, I like it when you're feisty!"

Blake rolled her eyes and pulled Yang in for another. They kissed hungrily, Blake making a point to nip at the blonde's lip every time she would pull at her ass to make them rock together. Everything around them slowly became irrelevant, the dark silhouettes surrounding them felt further away, the music grew louder and their panting gasps for air more frequent. Yang switched to her neck, leaving open mouthed kiss along her jaw and towards her throat. Blake's head fell back and she saw the colorful lights spinning above them, failing to steal her gaze. All she cared about was the gold hair framing Yang's face buried in her neck.

Blake shivered and her ears fluttered under the bow. Yang pulled back slightly, looking directly at Blake's eyes, searching for something. Blake stared back; eye lids low and mouth open slightly. As if waiting for something, Yang stood still, lilac eyes trained on her own gold orbs. Blake smiled and kissed her, slow and deep. She could swear she heard a moan coming out from Yang's mouth, but it was hard to tell with the music so loud, even for her Faunus ears.

"Let's get out of here."

A repressed giggle filled the room when Yang clicked the door shut behind them, slapping Blake's shoulder playfully for the noise.

Blake's eyes rapidly adjusted to the complete darkness of their room and she guided a very blind Yang towards her bed. She crawled up the bed and looked back at Yang who was aimlessly patting the bed cover to get on top of it. Blake's other senses started to sharpen themselves as they usually did when she was hunting in the dark. She shook her head and concentrated on Yang crawling towards her blindly, smirk firmly in place.

Blake grinned and pulled Yang closer to her by her jacket, laughing when she tripped forward and fell on top of her.

"Shhhh!"

Yang laid her weight on her elbow and put a finger to her lips, she pointed to Ruby and Weiss. "Wouldn't wanna wake them up, I'd feel bad for Ruby and Weiss would throw us a fit."

Blake muted her uncharacteristic fit of giggles behind her free hand. She felt Yang lay down on top of her and her hand fell to the side, using Yang's mouth as a different distraction to stay quiet. A moan escaped her lips, surprising both of them into pulling back for air, their breath coming out fast and hot against each other's face. Yang shuffled around in the dark, raising a hand to Blake's hair and combing her fingers through it. Blake let out an appreciative sigh and arched her back against her partner in response.

It wasn't like she was drunk, far from it in fact. She knew for a fact she and Yang might be slightly tipsy from the alcohol but were both completely in control of their actions. That thought should have deterred their passion, made them think twice about the implications or what would happen after they went and gone further then some innocent make out session after killing grimms. But somehow, it gave them an excuse to not give any thoughts to what they were about to do. As in to confirm this, Yang pulled away from their kiss and unzipped Blake's shorts. She grabbed a hold of the white fabric and pulled them down Blake's slender legs, making sure to trail some of her finger tips over the fabric of her tights, pulling them down slightly.

Blake looked down at Yang, warmth creeping to her cheeks and closing her legs bashfully. They had never gotten to that point before, sure they might have ground against each other a bit but their clothes were always on. This suddenly felt very real and it was very much happening. She watched intently as Yang smiled to herself and leaned forward on her arms and over Blake to kiss her exposed belly. Blake bit her lower lip and grabbed a hold of Yang's hair, gently pulling her up to her once more. She drowned any complaint that could have gotten out of the blonde by kissing her fiercely. Blake's legs bend at the knee and she rose them up to Yang's hips, rubbing against her as they kissed.

The blonde grabbed a hold of the sheets and covered the both of them. There was a very private feeling that enveloped both Yang and her when she did. The heat was building up faster and Blake felt breathless. But what good was breathing when she could fill herself with the taste of Yang Xiao Long, her bright presence completely filling every holes in her soul. Being so close to her partner always made her feel like she was a person; a normal school girl. She was not a terrorist with Yang, not a faunus, she was Blake.

Time seemed to slow down from it's desperate pace as Yang's hand carefully trailed down her side to squeeze one of the thighs now clamping on her hip. Blake's heart started racing for something other than the lack of oxygen and she pushed that hand towards her lower stomach. She could see Yang flinch slightly in surprise but rapidly took it in her stride, smiling against her lips. Blake could feel a part of her being bothered at Yang never looking at her, but it was wiped away. Yang couldn't see in the dark like she did.

Yang's fingers traced the dip of her hip bone and pulled at the fabric of her panties, making Blake pull away to gasp. Yang only gave her a little knowing smile as she pushed her hand under the elastic band, smooth fingers leaving trails of fire towards her inner thighs. Blake bit her lower lip, eyes trained on the hand that was slowly disappearing in her underwear. Despite the total darkness surrounding them, she could see Yang's face clearly. She had a calm yet concerned expression gracing her features, Blake could tell her partner was nervous. Yang's finger tips fluttered down her inner thighs and under the black tights. Blake breathed in deeply, eyes trained on Yang's. Her warm fingers pulled back slowly stroking her lips and Blake's hand flew to her mouth in a barely contained moan.

"Is this okay?" whispered Yang, unsure. "If you're worried the others will wake up we can stop right now if you want."

"Tha-that's not what I'm concerned about Ya-aah" Blake clamped her hand over her mouth, body jerking as the hand in her underwear cupped her suddenly. Despite Yang's concern, she was still Yang, and couldn't help herself from teasing her it seemed.

Yang grinned sheepishly at Blake, not looking directly in her eyes and but trying to. Blake's shoulders slumped once more. It felt very stupid of her to want Yang to look her in the eyes in complete darkness. Was she projecting her wishful thinking that Yang could have the same faunus traits as her? No, Yang was perfect as she was. It was just her being stupid, she didn't need Yang to magically see in the dark to enjoy this. She wanted this, she really did.

"Is something wrong? You have to tell me if something's wrong Blake or else we're not doing this."

Blake swallowed. 'Oh no' she thought, 'I have to say something or else Yang might worry.'

"Nothing. Keep going Yang, it feels really good."

Yang bit her lower lip, face laced with concern but she couldn't refuse Blake at this point. Hand moving again and fingers finding the little bundle of nerves easily. Blake's back arched and she bit back a moan, holding on to Yang's shoulders with her right arm. It felt so good and right when Yang touched her, she didn't need her to see her, they were partners and they could read each other without eye contact. She gasped once more and looked at Yang's face through half lidded eyes, the blonde's eyes were closed in concentration and Blake felt a weight fall in her stomach.

She couldn't do this.

Using both her feet and hands, Blake shoved Yang back the other side of the bed and out of the blanket. It was a miracle none of the books holding the bed up were pushed off. Instantly, Blake rose a hand to her mouth and stared in horror at what she had just done.

"Yang!" she whispered "Yang I am so sorry!"

Yang's eyes flashed briefly in confusion as she was pushed away but ducked back in the blanket with deep concern. Blake reached out for Yang and pulled her to her chest for a hug. Yang thankfully squeezed her back, bringing back the warmth that had abruptly left her.

"I can't, I just can't, they're right there" Blake lied, too shaken to admit why she pushed her friend away.

Yang didn't answer, she just rubbed Blake's back and nuzzled her revealed cat ears that had freed themselves while they were busy. Blake inhaled deeply and nuzzled back, still shaken but the weight in her stomach was gone. She felt like an idiot but she didn't tell Yang anything else, fearing that her friend would grow more concerned.

"Let's talk tomorrow once we both had a good night of sleep ok?"

Blake nodded, they got out of bed quietly and changed into their pyjamas. Yang was about to climb up her top bunk when Blake shyly pulled at her hand. Yang smiled and cuddled up next to her in her bed. Yang's presence was always soothing but Blake couldn't help but obsess over the fact that Yang didn't smile directly at her.

Several hours later, Blake still could not find sleep. Yang was snoring softly next to her, arms encircling her waist loosely. The sun was starting to rise and Blake's eyes were drawn to her friend's form. It felt like the orange light was pulled in towards Yang like a magnet, framing her like a halo and worshiping her golden hair. Yang was a beautiful girl, but she was especially gorgeous basking in the sunlight as she was right now. Blake looked down at her hands and, maybe it was her lack of sleep but, she felt like the light was not reaching her.

After all, she was nothing but a shadow, someone who belonged to the darkness. Even back in the white fang, she had been Adam's shadow. Following him in whatever plan he had plotted. The same could be said of her earlier days in beacon in which she would mostly follow behind her partner silently.

She had fought really hard all her life for Faunus rights but, she had to do horrible things to get where she was. She had left behind a piece of herself when she was with the White fang. Her humanity, if she could even say that way, being a faunus.

She pushed the sheet off of herself and got dressed hastily, jumping out the window and landing in a crouch on the ground. She needed time to herself, time to think far away from Yang. She climbed up the school and found a nice secluded spot on one of the highest tower to watch the sunrise.

Blake had fought all her life to be seen as a person but, was she still deserving to be seen as one? She had killed before, it had been effortless, easy and simple. She had expected the deed to affect her more strongly but then, it didn't. Perhaps the situation in which the action had been delivered had made her believe she was doing the right thing but... Sometimes, she felt like she did drive herself to the point where all she did made her more similar to the monsters they were fighting. She still had a long way to go to be able to do something as basic as having sex.

Her ears twitched at the thought. No, not having sex. That's not what she wanted from Yang. She wanted something deeper, that's why she pushed her away, she supposed.

The faunus nodded her head to herself. That must have been what was troubling her, why she kept wanting Yang to stare directly in her eyes. She had never denied the thought that her feelings for the blonde ran deeper than simple lust bubbling up in their relationship once in a while. She felt deeply for the bubbly brawler, probably more than she had felt for anyone before.

The light crept up the tower and covered Blake, the sun warming up her cold limbs.

Blake smiled tentatively, maybe Yang felt the same way. She had to be, it couldn't just be lust, not after all they went through and all Yang did to get closer to her. She had to know. She pushed herself off the floor and jumped down the school, she had to go back to Yang before she woke up.

A couple of days later, Blake and Yang were sitting in one of Professor Port's class, listening to yet another rant about his adventures. Blake was desperately trying not to fall asleep and Yang had abandoned all her usual attempts to get into his story by now. Yang was always down for a good story, even coming from the old man. She had her elbow propped on the desk, her cheek cupped in her hand and she stared at the board with glassy eyes. Blake's head fell forward a bit and she gasped under her breath, trying to keep it still. Yang blinked and looked at her partner, smirk sliding into place like a well oiled machine.

"Hey Blake."

"Hrm."

"Class is nearly over, wanna sneak out?"

Blake didn't have the energy to roll her eyes right now so she just gave Yang a pointed look.

"What's the point of sneaking out if the class is nearly over?"

"Well, it means we didn't miss anything important and that I can make you break the rules with me. I know you secretly enjoy it" said Yang with a wink, making Blake fight a blush.

"Shut up."

Yang giggled under her breath and turned her head back towards the front where Port was still waving his weapon around like he was fighting some big grimm. A minute passed and then Yang's hand shot up in the air, the teacher paused, not used to people asking anything during his lectures.

"Yes miss Xiao Long?"

"May I be excused? I think taco Tuesday didn't sit well in my stomach."

The class let out a collective groan and professor Port let out a hearty laugh. "You are excused, make sure you have the assignment for next class. As I was saying, the ursa thought it had me cornered, but it didn't see I had..."

Blake didn't hear what happened next after that, her eyes were glued to the blond hair flying behind her partner as she ran down the stairs and towards the exit. Yang turned the knob and right before leaving, she flashed Blake a smile. Blake swallowed and watched intently as the door slowly creaked opened halfway. Yang had not closed it properly on purpose. The open space between the door frame was as inviting as a warm blanket and she already missed the warmth that Yang was sharing with her the whole class.

Blake squirmed in her seat, eyes darting between the door, the teacher and the rest of her team. It would be so easy to use her semblance and get out completely unseen.

Screw it.

Blake gave a glance back at the class door as she walked through the hall, trying to find where Yang had run off to. Her ears twitched, making her body tense. She was about to turn around to the faint sound she heard through the bow when arms grabbed her around the waist and she was engulfed in darkness.

"Yang what the hell?"

Yang burst out laughing and leaned back against the wall. Blake had been dragged into a janitor's closet.

"I didn't actually think I could sneak up on you Blakey! I guess you're losing your touch."

Blake scoffed, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the closet. Yang had stopped laughing and was now standing next to her, a hand on her hip. Blake bit her lip, even though her night vision couldn't let her see colors, she was getting lost in Yang's lilacs again. This was bad.

"Is there a particular reason why you dragged me into this ...janitor's closet?" asked Blake with a thin eyebrow raised. Yang had the decency to look embarrassed and Blake grinned.

"Well, I thought we could erm.."

Yang began to fidget, looking everywhere but at Blake. The faunus bit her lip and looked away too, they still had not uttered a single word about the night at the club. Yang coughed in her gloved hand and lifted her head to look at Blake in the dim light coming from under the door.

"We should talk about the other night."

Those were the exact words Blake dreaded. She had come back to the dorm room with renewed incentive, ready to be true to herself and Yang about her feelings...only to chicken out and stay silent for days. She was a coward after all.

"What's there to talk about?"

Yang's face took a worried expression and she took a step towards Blake, prompting the faunus to lean back and hit the door. She cursed under her breath as she looked down, she was trapped.

"You, of course, how do you feel Blake?"

Yang leaned down slightly, trying to keep eye contact with Blake's golden orbs shining in the dim light. Of course Yang would ask her how she felt, that girl was nothing short of a saint when it came to her team's well being and feelings. But couldn't she just drop it for once? Blake bit back a venomous remark and swallowed thickly.

"I feel fine Yang."

Yang frowned and her hands came slamming on the door on both sides of her face. Blake did not flinch, however, her eyes whipped back up to burn unto Yang's lilac ones.

"Do not run from me Blake."

Blake's teeth grit together in anger and she spit "Yang. Don't."

Blake's hand went for the doorknob and the brawler caught it in her iron grip, lifting it next to Blake's head and unto the door. "No, you don't. We've been dancing around this subject for weeks now, it's time to talk."

"What if I don't want to talk?"

Yang's eyes turned red suddenly and Blake felt her chest tightened at the sight. Yang's red eyes always reminded her of Adam. If it was in a good or bad way she wasn't sure yet, but she trusted Yang. She would always believe in Yang and those eyes were red right now because she was angry at her for not letting her in. Blake glanced away from her for a second and Yang's grip on her hand shifted, pulling her away from the door and spinning her around so that her back was to Yang.

"Blake listen to me" Yang's voice was strained, like she was trying to speak in a calm voice through her anger. "I care about you, I hope you know that. You better know that." Blake's expression softened, she felt Yang's hands slide around her waist to pull her back against a familiar warm chest. "But what I'm trying to say here, is that I want you to share what you feel with me. You and I, we're getting better at reading each other in and out of battle but..." Yang's soft breath hit her cheek when she tried to look back at her friend. Her eyes were their beautiful lilac again and a light blush was covering her cheeks and nose. "But I need you to help me when it comes to... when it comes to how you feel."

Blake's breath caught in her throat and she looked away again, heart slamming in her rib cage. How did Blake feel? She felt like she didn't deserve what Yang was doing right now. That was one thing, but she couldn't tell her partner that now could she?

She felt hot, like the air in the closet was already damp from the body heat rolling deliciously from the brawler's skin.

She felt the soft and firm body of Yang pressed in her back and knew that she did not want to, could not give up this feeling.

She didn't deserve Yang, the blonde deserved someone who was more than a mere shadow, more than a leech that needed her light to keep going. She had grown lazy and happy in team RWBY, what did she have to offer when all the good things in her life now came from them?

But Blake was also selfish. So, when all words failed her, she spun on her feet and crashed her lips with Yang's.

Any questions that still remained on Yang's mind was forgotten and she wrapped her arms around Blake's back, pulling her closer. Her hands on Yang's shoulders shoved her into the wall of the closet and she tug at the blonde's collar impatiently. Finally ripping the red ribbon away, she pulled the collar down and latched her lips unto warm skin, making Yang groan.

She knew this was a bad idea, she knew this could crash and burn her and yet, she couldn't stop. The blonde was like a drug she couldn't let go of and didn't want to face her addiction for. Kissing her made her feel like she was worth it, like she deserved to be loved. But, most importantly; kissing Yang made her forget everything else.

"Blake."

Blake's ears twitched towards Yang under her bow, grazing her cheek and making the blonde laugh breathlessly. Blake's teeth dug in her skin and she bucked her hips.

"Shi- Blake!"

The faunus didn't stop, she bit harder. Yang moaned, holding up a fist to her mouth to bite on the leather.

She didn't know what possessed her in that moment, but she pushed a thigh up and against her partner's crotch, making her gasp. Yang was obviously much stronger than her, and having her grasping weakly at her with a hand to her mouth made Blake's mouth go dry. She had to make her hers, she just had to. Any other thoughts seemed to disappear from her mind. If you asked Blake why she was in a janitor's closet right now, she wouldn't be able to tell you how she got there.

A whimper rang in her faunus ears and she pushed her thigh higher, looking up at Yang to find her face completely red. She let go of her neck and gripped a handful of Yang's hair to pull her in a bruising kiss. If she was in her right mind she probably would have noticed how, instead of getting angry, Yang let out a breathless moan at her actions, clutching her closer and grinding harder against her thigh.

Letting go of the brawler's delicious lips, Blake pulled on her hair again and latched her mouth on the column of her throat, nibbling aimlessly. Yang's breathing became erratic, she clutched at the back of her partner's school uniform tightly in one fist, her jaw clamped on her other hand. Blake felt the blonde's leg lift from the ground and try to make its way up between her legs but she wouldn't let her. Letting go of her shoulder where she was pinning her with one hand, Blake grabbed a hold of Yang's other thigh, wrapping it around her waist and making Yang gasp over her as she tried to keep her other foot against the ground.

"Holy shit" whispered Yang breathlessly in Blake's cat ear, making it brush against the red cheek from under the bow. Blake smirked and grabbed Yang's ass, making her rock against her thigh harder, feeling her partner shake against her.

Yang shoved her face in her neck, making Blake let go of her hair and hold her head firmly against her. She felt the taller girl shiver uncontrollably against her and finally cry out exactly at the same time as the bell rang out over their head, making Blake snap out of her trance.

What the fuck was she doing?

She dropped Yang's leg and stood there frozen in the blonde's grasp as she was trying to find her breath again. Blake's already madly thumping heart started to hurt her with how hard it was slamming against her rib cage and she looked around her in horror.

She just fucked Yang in a janitor's closet. She completely ignored her partner's plea for explanations and fucked her roughly in a fucking dirty janitor's closet?

So much for wanting to make love huh?

Blake's eyes looked around madly in the darkness of the closet, instinctively trying to find a way out. She looked behind her at the door where slowly the sound of students piling in the hall could be heard. The darkness came down around her, making her trembling hands look like claws and the red marks around Yang's collar made her look like she had been attacked by a beast.

Yang leaned back against the wall with a thump, making Blake's eyes snap back to her face. The blonde beauty pushed the hair out of her face with a big grin but somehow, all Blake saw was how mutilated her neck looked.

"Wow Blake, was not expecting that. Damn."

Yang tried to reach for her hand and Blake pulled it back to her chest as if she had been burned. Yang frowned.

"Blake, what's wrong?"

"Get out."

"What? Wait, what's going on?"

Blake's eyes were wide open and wild, she was looking everywhere but at Yang. The blonde's jaw set and she took a step towards Blake who just lunged herself back against one of the walls of the closet.

"Don't touch me!"

Yang was completely lost, and very worried. She tried to approach Blake again, only to have Blake stop her with a glowing glare of molten fury.

"GET OUT!"

Yang's heart fell in her chest and her face broke in distress. Her hand fell to her side and she clutched the collar of her uniform closed with a hand before running out of the closet.

"Yang."

Blake's whisper scattered in the closet and broke as her cat ears picked up a faint sniff across the hallway. Her feet slid across the floor and she sat down in the closet, absentmindedly readjusting her skirt. She just kept making things worse.

Her head fell on top of her knees and her arms encircled her legs close to herself, trying to block out the light coming from the hall way.

She really belonged in the darkness, alone.