Who Knew?

submitted by: aceman88

[Beacon's Library...]

Yang Xiao Long was bored, and those that knew her knew that this was a very dangerous state for the fiery blonde to be in. Sparring and other physical exertion could only relieve her boredom so much, and now that she had actually taken Weiss' advice and attended her professors' office hours a few times per week, she found that she had to study far less often as well. All this, of course, led to the plethora of free time that was now weighing on her mind. She itched for something to do, some activity to break the endless monotony of flipping through a string of flashcards she had long since memorized. As if fate itself had sensed her plight, her scroll buzzed. Instantly dropping the cards in favor of the device, she frowned slightly when the contact name read "BLOCKED". Shrugging, she put in her password and checked out the new text.

Blondie, don't even bother trying to figure out how we got your contact information. Just know that since last time, we've been preparing every day for a rematch. If you still think you can win, meet us at Junior's Nightclub anytime.

Attached to the short text was a picture of the Malachite Twins, both looking, as usual, very unamused. Yang felt a manic grin slowly creeping across her face. She now knew exactly what she wanted to do today.

"You did WHAT?!" Junior exploded, looking equally mortified and furious as he stared at the red and white sisters.

"We invited her back for a rematch" Melanie replied, folding her arms and huffing as if Junior's reaction was in some way unreasonable.

"She fucking nearly burned this place down last time!" Junior exclaimed, slamming his palms down on the bar. "What possessed you to think that this was a good idea?"

"We have been training..." Miltiades offered quietly, trying to make the explanation sound reasonable.

"And so has she!" Junior shot back. "Read my lips, ladies. She's. A. Huntress."

"In training" Melanie added dismissively. "Plus, she's an overconfident bitch who's too in love with her hair to take a fight with us seriously." Junior looked flabbergasted, staring at the sisters, one willful, the other complacent, who had just doomed him to spending more millions of lien in repairs and hush money.

"Fuck it all..." he grumbled, resigning himself to that fact. "Do you at least know when...?"

"MY SPINE!" a generic looking thug exclaimed, crashing through the front door and sailing through the air to land painfully on the bar directly in front of Junior. Junior looked down at the writhing thug, then looked up to examine the flaming mass of blonde hair and fury that now stood in the ruins of his door. His expression was priceless, conveying beyond words just how completely and utterly done he was with the entire situation. Snapping his fingers, turned and dragged the injured man off to his back office, joined by every last one of his men and with especial alacrity by the DJ.

"So" Yang said, grinning happily as she descended into the suddenly deserted club. "You guys wanted a grudge match?"

"Yes" Melanie answered, turning to face the blonde brawler with arms still folded and a confident scowl on her face. Miltiades kept a half-pace behind her elder sister, letting her claws slide forwards and lock into place.

"Well" Yang replied, cracking her neck and assuming a boxing stance. "What are we waiting for?"

It was Yang who threw the first punch, flying across the floor to deliver a freight train-like fist to Melanie's face. Melanie countered with a backwards flip, her bladed heels redirecting Yang's arm upwards. Taking advantage of the momentary opening, Miltiades swiped sideways with her claws, fetching the blonde a glancing blow that mostly bounced off her aura. Recovering from her all-out first strike, Yang brought her other arm around in a vicious hook that swept Miltiades off her feet and flung her to the side. Rising from her flip, Melanie rose and took a half turn, locking the inside of her elbow with Yang's and grasping the blonde's shoulder with her free hand, she pulled down and back with every ounce of strength she possessed. Though it felt like trying to move a mountain, the blonde's own energy worked against her and Melanie successfully managed to throw Yang to the floor.

Yang quickly rolled, avoiding the followup stomp kick from Melanie's heels. She flipped up onto her feet and raised one arm up and off to the side, sparks flying as Ember Cecelia deflected a blow from Miltiades' claws. Bringing the arm down in a hammer-like motion, Yang bashed Miltiades' exposed elbow before firing a shot from the same gauntlet and driving her own elbow back over her shoulder to strike Melanie in the chin. Sadly, the blow was not as disorienting as Yang had hoped, and the awkward position of her arm allowed for Melanie to speedily apply a half-nelson hold, which quickly morphed into a full nelson when the blonde overreacted and attempted a second elbow strike over her other shoulder. Taking advantage of her sister's move, Miltiades rushed in with one claw raised high. She wasn't intending to kill Yang, murder was never something she and her sister had contemplated, just make her bleed a little and experience enough pain to submit and end the fight.

Yang had other plans. Levering her arms against Melanie's and curling her lower half as she swung her legs up, she lashed out with an aura-infused double snap kick that connected solidly with Miltiades' descending claw from just above the knuckles to just below the tips. The weapon instantly shattered under the two opposing forces, and Miltiades' hand continued its downward arc with a greatly reduced velocity, her fingers unconsciously extending as she flinched in surprise at the sound of breaking metal. Her loose fingers raked lightly across Yang's exposed midriff, eliciting a short giggle from the blonde. Miltiades had no time to dwell on that odd occurrence before Yang was using her now-downward momentum to fling her body forward into a rotating dive, and she barely danced out of the way as her sister was smashed into the ground.

Melanie grunted as the floor rammed mercilessly into her shoulders and head, the momentary flash of pain dislodging her grip on Yang. Blinking to recover her focus, she looked up to see her sister valiantly fighting a losing battle, one claw broken and discarded and the other glowing from heavy aura infusion to keep it from a similar fate. Slowly getting her feet back under her, Melanie charged the blonde's exposed back, fully prepared to deliver a brutal kick to the blonde's lower back that, if all went well, would leave a nasty wound. Unfortunately, just as she was winding up to strike, Yang caught and levered Miltiades' arm, spinning her around and throwing her into her charging sister. Both of the Twins went down in a tangled heap, and Yang let out a few whoops of victory.

"Ow..." Melanie mumbled, gently pushing her sister off her. "I think your claw nicked my neck..."

"Sorry" Miltiades whispered, making sure to keep the weapon far away from her sister as she slowly gathered her limbs under her. "But I think I may have a way to defeat her, crazy as it sounds..."

"I'll listen to anything at this point..." Melanie returned, running a hand across her neck and pulling it away to find only the merest hints of blood had been drawn.

"You guys ready for round two already?" Yang asked, bouncing between her fore and rear leg as she turned to face the rising Twins. Neither of the two responded, so Yang nonchalantly resumed her stance as they took up theirs.

This time it was Miltiades who charged first, coming in with her claw raised and a look of peculiar determination on her face. Yang easily stepped into the overhead strike, using the red-clad twin's momentum to execute a swift hip throw. Just as she began to pivot her upper body, however, Melanie struck. She had been tensed, ready to spring as her sister charged, and now she moved with all the speed she could muster. She reached Yang just as the blonde was completing her throw and she wrapped her hands around Yang's neck and dropped her weight down, pulling the brawler to the floor on top of her. It took a little maneuvering, but she managed to reestablish her full nelson and leverage her legs around, then over, and then between the blonde's, effectively immobilizing her. That's not to say that Yang was no longer putting up a fight. Indeed, Melanie found herself gritting her teeth as she forced her aura to take the brunt of several desperate, improvised strikes as Miltiades recovered from being thrown and returned to loom over the blonde.

Miltiades was nervous, to say the least. If her insane strategy failed, then both she and her sister would most likely be given a horrible beatdown for what she was about to do. Then again, her intuition had hardly been wrong before, so there was no point in hesitating. Dropping to one knee, Miltiades quickly and deliberately drew her fingers across Yang's midriff for the second time this evening. Letting out a shaky sigh of relief when the blonde reflexively giggled, Miltiades quickly recovered her composure and retracted her surviving claw, setting to work with a will that seemingly surprised everyone present. Her first attack fell on Yang's waist, her nimble fingers pinching, prodding and gently caressing the blonde's toned abs and sides. Initially hesitant bursts of giggles slowly gave way to fits of laughter as Yang's will to resist was broken down from the incessant stimulation. She had always been somewhat of a ticklish person, a fact that her relatives had occasionally taken advantage of. This trait had increased tenfold once she had discovered that her semblance grew more powerful with pain, and her nerves had correspondingly grown more sensitive as she sought to maximize her offensive potential. The idea that the resulting enhanced sensation could have been used in such a manner as this had never crossed anyone's mind. Until now.

Feeling her sister settling in on top of Yang's legs as she continued to lay into the blonde with all her might, Melanie felt relieved that the tactic had worked and a vague feeling of being cheated. Miltiades was busy having all the fun while she was down here, trapped under two bodies worth of deadweight as she desperately fought to keep the bucking blonde from injuring any of them. It didn't help that she had gotten a mouthful of Yang's bountiful mane of hair, seriously, tasting hair was disgusting. Almost as if Miltiades had read her mind, Melanie suddenly found her sister to be turning Yang on her side, and she gratefully adjusted her position.

"Unexpectedly, that worked rather well" Melanie stated, blowing some of her own hair out of her face as she let gravity work its magic, flipping her on top of Yang and pinning the blonde face down to the floor.

"Yeah" Miltiades replied, and Melanie looked up to see an uncharacteristic gleam of enthusiasm in her sister's eyes. "Help me with these gauntlets, will ya?" Blinking at how talkative Miltiades had become, Melanie nonetheless obliged her by modifying her hold, releasing one hand at a time from the back of Yang's neck to lever the respective arm away from her body so that Miltiades could remove those damned gauntlets that had caused them so much pain.

"And what was your master plan after that?" Melanie grunted, her arms rapidly tiring from holding the tenacious blonde down.

"Yeah" Yang asked, her voice muffled against the ground and still slightly shaky from her spasming diaphragm. "What is your plan?"

"One moment~" Miltiades sang, skipping off into the depths of the club.

"Well..." Yang drawled, giving one more good buck before giving the idea up. "This is awkward..."

"Tell me about it" Melanie agreed, relaxing her arms slightly as she let her upper body rest against Yang's back. Her arms were burning from keeping up the tight full nelson, and since the blonde beneath her wasn't struggling too much anymore, she felt it was safe to ease up on the pressure.

"On the flip side" Yang continued, her voice mischievous. "You have a really nice pair. Has anyone ever told you that?" She twitched her back for emphasis, and Melanie's face instantly went from pale white to furious red. Ignoring her screaming muscles, she instantly strained upward while forcing her hands down, grinding Yang's face into the floor.

"And I'm back~" Miltiades called as she returned with even more energy in her skip, joined by a metallic jangling. Melanie glanced over and was faintly surprised to see two pairs of handcuffs dangling from her sister's grip. She rather quickly decided to not question where they had come from.

"I'm going to be sore tomorrow..." Melanie grumbled as Miltiades flopped down onto her legs, fiddling with Yang's boots.

"Don't be so dramatic" Miltiades replied, somehow managing to undo the knee-high leather footwear and toss them aside. Two quick ratchets later, and Yang's feet were secured.

"On three, okay?" Miltiades offered, linking her hands under Yang's left arm.

"One...Two..." Melanie counted, tensing in readiness.

"Three!" Yang joined in the chorus, not even trying to resist as the Twins dragged her across the floor to the stage. She was nothing if not a good sport (the Twins had technically defeated her after all), and she had a gut feeling that this whole affair was going to remain just between the three of them.

Grinning at her own self-confidence, Yang watched as Miltiades tapped a few hidden buttons on the DJ's dashboard, prompting a portion of the stage to rise and sprout two elegant poles just under eight feet apart. Carefully negotiating their way down to this new level, the Twins swiftly laid Yang on her back and Melanie sat on her chest, blushing at their closeness as she held the blonde's wrists down. Yang stuck her tongue out in a teasing manner as Miltiades pulled her hands one by one just beyond the pole and locked them into the second pair of cuffs. Melanie blushed even deeper at Yang's gesture, hurriedly getting off the blonde and swiping the keys from her sister. Unlocking one side of Yang's ankle cuffs, the Twins jointly managed to pull and lock her feet into a similar position at the other pole. Yang tested the poles with a few sharp tugs, nodding in satisfaction at their stubborn refusal to budge.

Maybe Blake was right... Yang mused as Miltiades, obviously the less reticent one despite her normally-subdued demeanor, knelt with a leg on each side of Yang's chest. I guess I do have a touch of masochism in...

All further coherent thought was swiftly rendered impossible as Miltiades deftly slid her hands up the sides of Yang's jacket, her fingers briefly probing at Yang's armpits before switching to languid yet furious strokes. Melanie watched the blonde giggle and squirm, not wholly comfortable with the situation. Since when did grudge matches end with a tickle session? Additionally, all three of them were girls. Though this did seem to remove the stereotypical dominant male/submissive female that was so common to stories of unwanted aggression, she wasn't quite sure that a two on one scenario of all girls was really all that different. Plus, they had restrained Yang. If the blonde brawler ever called the cops, assuming she had evidence which she very well could have, it would be an instant loss in court for her and her sister. The raging fire in her core was an issue that she firmly filed away to the back of her brain to be dealt with later. She glanced up from her reverie when she felt two sets of eyes, one green and one lilac, staring up at her.

"Melanie" Miltiades said. "Why aren't you over here?"

"Yeah, seriously" Yang chimed in, lifting her head as much as she could. "This is your reward for winning, after all."

"I...ah...um..." Melanie faltered. Those lilac orbs were so enticing...

"Tickle me or I'll melt these cuffs finish you both with my bare hands" Yang offered, and that not-so-subtle threat was what brought Melanie, hesitantly, to carefully kneel next to Yang's still covered feet.

"Go on" Yang encouraged, smiling and letting her head fall back.

Miltiades gave her a thumbs up, and Melanie cautiously drew a finger up from Yang's heel to her big toe. The foot curled on reflex, and Yang's grin widened. Melanie tried again, with the opposite foot this time. Yang's reaction was slightly better this time, and Melanie looked pleased with herself. She went at Yang's stockinged feet with a will, working her fingers, no more than two at a time, across the soles and heels. As Yang's giggling resumed, Miltiades returned to her upper body, briefly caressing Yang's sides before digging into them with abandon. Yang's smile throughout the whole ordeal was genuine, her laughter pure. She had no idea how this crazy situation had come to pass, but in some masochistic way, she knew she enjoyed it. So, she let herself go. She wriggled and writhed, taking every degree of latitude allowed by her restraints to ineffectually squirm away.

Yang's laughter resounded around the room, and Melanie slowly found herself coming to enjoy the situation more and more. Tugging Yang's socks off with a bit of effort, she laced her fingers over Yang's now bare soles in delicate lines, the feather light touch eliciting louder laughs. Miltiades, noticing this tactic, grinned as she formed her own wicked way to increase Yang's volume even further. Slowly sliding backwards while still tickling Yang's sides, Miltiades leaned way down, puckered her lips, and blew a raspberry directly over Yang's navel. The effect was immediate, Yang's body arching as much as it possibly could in a vain effort to buck the red twin off as a shriek of laughter flew from her lips. Dislodged from Yang's feet, Melanie decided to switch sides and shuffled around until she was just above the blonde's head, her fingers descending to wiggle mercilessly in Yang's armpits. This new stimulation, combined with Miltiades' continued attention to her sides and a fresh raspberry only a few seconds after the last, sent Yang over the edge of a severe laughing fit, her vision gradually fading to black as the lack of oxygen in her system finally caught up with her brain.

"Ouagh!" Yang groaned, her head resting against something soft yet firm and feeling as though a massive bruise was forming on her chest. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself staring up at Miltiades, the red twin cradling her head as they sat in a booth.

"Feeling alright?" Miltiades asked meekly, her usual shy demeanor back and in full force.

"Mostly..." Yang replied, slowly sitting up with Miltiades' help. "What happened to her?"

"Melanie?" Miltiades said, looking at her sister who was slumped over the table with a bottle nearby. "She panicked after you blacked out, claimed she couldn't feel a pulse, and immediately began administering CPR before I assured her that you were breathing."

"And then she got drunk?" Yang said, taking a moment to massage her chest. "Seems logical."

"She seemed pretty ashamed" Miltiades admitted, sounding mildly embarrassed herself.

"So..." Yang drawled, flexing her arms and legs to check for damage. "I assume you have my...?" Miltiades slid Ember Cecelia across the table, the twin gauntlets looking none the worse for wear.

"You can have the bottle too..." Miltiades offered, awkwardly rubbing her shoulder and gesturing vaguely at the bottle.

"Nah" Yang said, fitting the gauntlets back around her wrists. "I still have to drive back. Give Junior my best, will you?" Miltiades nodded, then stiffened as Yang suddenly leaned way in, trapping her against the wall with one hand.

"And call me again sometime" she offered, hot breath whispering against Miltiades' ear. "I have a friend that would absolutely love to meet you two."

And then she was gone, nothing more than a blonde mane of hair swaying side to side as she strode out of the remains of the front door and into the brisk night air. Glancing down at her scroll as she made her way towards bumblebee, she felt an enormous grin crawling across her face. The Twins had been good, but she knew firsthand just how deadly her sister's hands could be, especially when she used her semblance. Next time, she would be the victor.

A/N: Well, that just happened. Anyway... I am implementing a new rule. Initially when people asked for just a pairing, I found it to be not too hard to come up with a scenario. Sadly, I am still unable to come up with a prompt that goes well with a long-standing request for Ladybug (Ruby/Blake). Thus, I am now ruling that all requests for a ship must come with a descriptor. It could be as simple as 'Whiterose goes to an expensive cafe' to as complex as 'Whiterose goes to a cafe, Ruby orders hot chocolate and cookies, and receives a health lecture from a tsundere Weiss'. As a reference, I will add this rule to the first chapter of rules. Thank you all and have a great week:)