Sent To Protect and Serve Humanity

Chapter 31: Last Stops

3rd POV

The morning at the Xiao-Long residence came relatively quick, passing by even quicker. A standard routine that was in place for a week was finally out of use. The four would wake up, eat breakfast, train, do chores, train, eat dinner, and then go to sleep. That was the cycle.

However, today would be the end of that cycle. Beneath the afternoon sun, a duo of bright young adults would be joined by a younger lass as they strolled toward the shed behind of the cabin.

"Ohp! Don't drop me, Blondie!" Perth warned with a small grin, resting his chin on her shoulder. He was carried by the girl via her back, much to her pleasure.

"Don't worry, you're pretty little head, Perth." Yang rolled her eyes, adjusting the boy. "I'm not letting you walk anytime soon." Her new knee-high brown boots stepping across the emerald foilage.

Wellington, a sigh escaping her lips, perked up. "I-its his back that needs repair... not his legs." She walked alongside them, holding onto the sleeve of the blonde's new jacket, a piece of her new and improved outfit.

Yang wore a tan jacket with orange lining and gold edging and short brown sleeves, unzipped halfway to show her orange crop top. She also wore fitted black pants, and her hair was let down again like her time back at Beacon, flowing gracefully down her back. Around her hips and over the tails of her coat is a brown belt, which had two pieces of dark brown material trimmed in gold attached to it and the silver kangaroo charm attached to it next to the buckle. A pair of black fingerless gloves with long brown cuffs reaching the mid-forearm complete the outfit.

"Ah, lighten up, Kiwi!" The blonde cheerfully said. "I'm sure you don't want him to hurt, right?"

"N-no..." Wellington stuttered as she shyed away from looking at the girl, a frown soon taking place. "B-but he shouldn't be pampered to the point-"

"Kiwi?" Yang cut her off, a playful smile on her face.

"Y-yes?" She squeaked out, partially in fear of the girl.

The blonde slightly chuckled. "You're adorable." She flashed a smirk at the girl before gesturing for her to do something. "Can you open the shed, please?"

"Mhm."

Wellington nodded and approached the shed before them. She grabbed the first handle and began to pull the right door open, revealing a special belonging. Once the second door was open, it was revealed to be the very motorcycle Yang used during their... adventurous night out on the town. Anyways, it appeared to be in good shape, if not mint condition.

"Wow..." Perth eyed up the vehicle in awe. "Looks good as new." He marveled at it.

"Taadaa!" Yang proudly presented as they continued toward the bike. "Here's what Miss Mechanic right here fixed up yesterday." She complimented the repair ship. "And I'd say she did a fine job!"

"T-thanks!" Wellington eagerly exclaimed, bubbling with joy at the compliments.

The blonde brawler carefully set the boy on the back of the motorcycle before she took a seat in the driver's seat, motioning for the repair ship to sit behind the boy on of the back and hold on tight.

With a slightly worried look, Perth felt the engine rev to life, getting him to wrap his arms around the girl's waist. "You have your license, right?"

Yang, slightly surprised by the sudden embrace, smirked and took her hands off the handles. "Of course. Certified to ride!" She set her hands on top of his own to comfort him. "Ready, girl?" She turned to the now settled in repair ship.

"Yup!" Wellington, now wearing a yellow helmet perhaps a bit too big for her, gave a thumbs up before they lurched forward.

Perth was forced deeper into the embrace at the sudden jolt, not that he would mind. Yang, in fact, appeared to have done it on purpose to get him to tighten his embrace. She couldn't describe it, but she loved the feeling when his chest would press against her back and his arms tightened around her waist, especially when the biological component that made Perth a man pushed against her for a moment.