Underneath The Shattered Moon [RWBY X OC]

Chapter 19 (VOLUME 2)

Aebelle stood on the bustling Vale sidewalk, her eyes wide with fascination as a sleek, yellow motorcycle roared past. It was a sight to behold.

"That's a really cool bike," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

Yang, who had been practicing a wheelie on "Bumblebee," landed with a grin. "Yup! She's a beauty, ain't she?"

Aebelle, still marveling at the bike, tilted her head. "Where are you going?"

"Hmm... can't tell ya!" Yang winked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Oh come on!" Aebelle's voice had a touch of disappointment. "I barely had anything to do here."

Yang, seeing the genuine dejection in Aebelle's eyes, softened. She considered for a moment. "Ok then. Meet me back here tonight."

Aebelle, ever eager for something to do, readily agreed. "Ok. Deal."

Yang, thinking she had just secured a date, grinned even wider. "It's a date!"

Aebelle blinked, her brow furrowed. "It's a what?"

Yang, oblivious to the confusion, just winked again. "See ya tonight, sweetheart!"

Bumblebee roared back to life and Yang sped off, leaving Aebelle standing there alone. She repeated the word, echoing in her head.

"Date?"

Aebelle's eyes widened further, her little hand reaching up to touch her chin. She tilted her head in confusion, trying to make sense of what a "date" could possibly be. The word felt like a puzzle piece that didn't fit in her understanding of the world. But there was a strange excitement bubbling in her stomach, a feeling vaguely similar to the anticipation she always felt before a new adventure.

"What's a date?" she whispered to herself, a spark of curiosity in her eyes.

At night, around 11:00 pm, Yang pulls up with her bike.

"Yang!" Aebelle exclaimed, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

"Hop on," Yang said, grinning, already swinging a leg over the bike. Aebelle scrambled to get behind her, clinging tightly to Yang's waist.

The night blurred into a kaleidoscope of neon lights and shadows as Yang zipped through Vale. Aebelle laughed, entranced by the sensory overload.

"Here we are," Yang announced, pulling up to the entrance of a bustling nightclub.

Aebelle looked at the club, her face a mask of confusion. "A night club? I... don't know..."

Yang chuckled, "Well, it's too late to turn back now. C'mon."

As they walked through the crowded entry, Yang spotted Roman Torchwick finishing a conversation with Junior. With a wink, she steered Aebelle towards the bar where Junior stood.

"Two Strawberry Sunrise. No ice. Oh, and one of those little umbrellas," Yang requested, leaning against the bar.

Junior gave them a dubious look. "Aren't you two a little young to be in this club, Blondie?"

Yang giggled. "Aren't you a little old to have a name like Junior?"

Aebelle leaned in, eyes wide. "Junior?"

Junior chuckled, stroking his chin. "So you know who I am. You got names, sweethearts?"

Yang smirked. "Yes, Junior. I've got several. This girl is my agent. But instead of sweetheart, you can just call me sir." She swiftly grabbed his... uh, area, and squeezed with surprising strength. Junior yelped in pain, his face contorting in comical agony.