Guardian

Chapter Thirteen

"What the hell am I supposed to pack?" Blake panicked as she rummaged through her dresser. "How long am I staying there? Can this all fit on your bike? Are you listening to me Yang?"

She threw a handful of clothes at Yang's face. Her girlfriend was sprawled out on her bed and was looking all too amused at Blake's frantic scramble about her room. Yang unburied herself and sat up, playfully tossing the clothes back at Blake.

"I would assume your parents are taking a ship to Atlas. It's almost a day drive to the northern docks from here and at least a two day boat ride to Atlas from there," Yang was counting the days on her hands. "Assuming this is a one day rally and taking into account the time it will take for them to get back then they will be gone for at least a week. As for packing just take the essentials and a few changes of clothes I have a washer at my place and of you need more clothes then we can always go see Coco for more or you can wear something of mine and as long as you only pack one bag then I can place it on the side of the bike like a saddlebag," she winked at Blake. "And yes, I am listening to you."

Blake huffed and rearranged the items in her bag a few more times before she was satisfied with its contents. "So what was the meeting with Sienna about?"

"Your dad wanted to see what she knew about the attacks on innocent humans and the attempts on his life," Yang shrugged.

"And? Did she know anything?"

She shook her head. "All we know is that she didn't order the attacks."

"She wouldn't have," Blake sighed and shouldered her bag. "She may have been one of the first to suggest a more violent approach but she doesn't believe in unnecessary violence. Plus, her and my father may have different ways of going about things but they both want equality between our people and humans."

They headed for the bike and found her parents waiting in the garage for them. "You weren't planning on leaving without giving us a hug were you?" Kali teased.

"Of course not!" Blake smiled and wrapped her arms around her mother. As always her chest got tight at the thought of them leaving. She knew this was a peaceful rally but the threat of them never coming back was still very real, especially with the giant target on her fathers back. Giant arms wrapped around them both as Ghira joined in on the hug. "Be safe," she whispered to them.

"We will be fine Blake," Ghira assured. "Stay close to Yang while we're gone. We should be back in about a week. Promise." 

Before they left Kali made sure to pull Yang into a tight hug, startling the blond, and her father shared a warm farewell handshake with her. Blake and Yang watched them drive off, making sure to wave, before Yang finished strapping their bags to the side of her bike and fired the engine. Blake kept quiet on the drive and she could feel Yang's heart beat faster under her hand the closer they got to her apartment. I am staying at my girlfriends house. It's going to be just us. For the past week Blake had been wishing for them to have some privacy, real privacy. No interruptions from the guards or her parents or running the risk of Yang getting caught sneaking out of her bedroom at night. But now that they were getting exactly that she didn't know what to do with it but most of her ideas were enough to make her face flare up just thinking about it. Don't get your hopes up for anything. She reminded herself as she buried her face in Yang's back.

The building they pulled up to was more than just a little run down and the lady that greeted them at the front sounded like it was painful for her to speak and had a perpetual look of annoyance. Yang and the woman exchanged acknowledging nods as she led Blake up a few flights of stairs and fumbled with her lock a few times before it finally unlocked and even then she still had to slam her shoulder into the door in order for it to open. As they entered Yang immediately tossed their bags on the couch and belly flopped onto her bed while Blake took in the apartment. It was a simple studio apartment but Blake found it homey. Yang didn't have much in terms of personal items but what she did have added to the personality of the place. The couch looked like it was, at one point, nice but the tears in the fabric said it had seen many years of wear. The coffee table looked sturdy but was vandalized with sketches of Grimm and random words. A shelf stood against one of her walls and it held a few scattered books along with some niknaks that had to have some sort of nostalgia attached to them. But it was the picture that hung to the right of her holoscreen that caught her attention. Yang was in it though she was definitely younger and her arm was slung around a girl with short black and red hair.