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SasuSaku Fest 2017
Day 2- Insecurity
The Love He Deserves
Summary: Her shift at the hospital has just ended and they’re both having a nice dinner for two. Everything is going just fine until a figure from his past appears and shows Sakura that, unlike she had always imagined, her love for him was nothing. Not anymore.
A/N: Okay, this one theme was too intense for me! I had lots of ideas that would fit it perfectly, and I ended up choosing this one mainly because of personal experience (if you could call it that way). There are tons of stories featuring a funny, jealous Sasuke, and I’m sure insecure, jealous Sakura will make the perfect balance! I hope you like it, and please, tell me what you think!

“ I cannot believe it! Uchiha Sasuke, is that you!?”

A sudden, loud voice crossed the entire room, drawing everyone’s attention to the source of such sound. The chatting ceased, food was left aside and eyes turned from every table of the ramen shop just to acknowledge the one who had blurted out the raven haired boy’s name like that. It sounded inconvenient and troublesome, and by the way his lips twitched, Haruno Sakura could tell that whoever that person was, her teammate, Uchiha Sasuke, wasn’t pleased to have his dinner interrupted at all.

Perks of being a war celebrity, she thought, with an amused smile on her face.

For the pinkette had her back turned to the entrance, her emerald eyes could not see the one who was now approaching their table. At that moment, her conclusions were based solely on his facial expressions, and judging by how he was looking away and trying not to be seen, Sakura could easily tell how he was feeling. He was annoyed, and in a certain way, so was she, for she knew that their dinner was about to be disturbed by one of his crazy fangirls. The dinner she had been anxiously waiting for since she had last seen him, 36h before, when she started her shift.

It was their last dinner together before he had to go back on the road.

Life could be really unfair sometimes.

But she had to understand it, after all, her teammate has become a famous person after saving the ninja world. He didn’t belong to her in any possible way, therefore, his popularity was none of her business. Neither her love for him nor the fact that they had already crossed the friendship line a couple of times gave her the right to buzz about his life, yet, not being annoyed was quite hard at times like that.

Especially at times like that.

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Comfort and Care- A Freezerburn fanfiction

Words: 2562

Author: Me

Fandom: RWBY

Genre: Shipping,

(Christmas present for Skiretehfox)

Following a heartbreak and tearful phone call, Yang Xiao Long races through the rain to save her friend; Weiss Schnee. But when the tables are turned, the heiress might find herself growing closer to the friend that has always been there for her.

Nitrogen burned in the air, flashes of lightning in the distant sky barely cutting through the almost solid-looking mass of black clouds. Rain pelted the cobblestone roads, filling up each crack and crevice with water. The sound was deafening, drowning out the steady splish-splash of hurried footsteps rushing down the street.

The owner of those footsteps was breathless, golden hair flattened and stuck to her face; clothes dark and heavy with wetness and her exposed skin was covered in goosebumps. She had already been running for twenty minutes, forcing her aching muscles onwards. She knew her destination, and could see it in the distance; the house of Weiss Schnee, her best friend and former teammate.

It had been about seven months since they had seen each other last; with Yang being away on missions and Weiss running the Vale branch of the Schnee dust company. Aside from Blake, team RWBY had all kept in contact following their graduation from Beacon, their bonds stronger than mere friendship or sisterhood. It was because of this that Yang was now running through the heavy rain, cold and tired. Weiss had called Yang during her boat trip back to Vale from a small village off the coast. The heiress’ voice was notably distraught, her sentences broken by infrequent sobs.

‘I can’t believe he would do that to her!’ Yang thought to herself, a low growl escaping her mouth. ‘So much for being cool. If I ever see him again I’m going to punch the blue out of his hair!’

Yang arrived at Weiss’ door, all but collapsing on the doorstep. The big gash in her side wasn’t helping her exhaustion either. Alpha Grimms, as it turned out, were surprisingly sneaky. She knocked, heavy fists on the thick oak door sounding like distant gunshots. Yang quickly tried to straighten herself up, adjusting her jacket and running her fingers through her hair. A few seconds later the doors opened, and Yang’s smile dropped as she studied her friend; disheveled hair; black streaks of mascara running down her face, and clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in a few days, complete with ice cream stain down the front. Weiss said nothing at first, lazily putting her arms around Yang’s waist, before burying her face into the taller girls chest.

“You’re all wet, don’t hug me.” Weiss said after a full minute, but made no move to back away, instead tightening the embrace.

“Sorry Weiss. I’m afraid I just can’t help being a drip sometimes,” Yang grinned into her friend’s hair as she gently stroked Weiss’ back.



“No puns, just hugging.”

“I missed you too,” Yang whispered, kissing the top of Weiss’ head. “But can we go inside and hug? I’m really, really cold.”


Weiss sat on front of the fireplace, staring into the writhing tendrils of flame. She felt… grey, somewhere between happy and devastated, between alive and dead. Not even the heat was bothering her, she could barely feel it at all. Weiss hadn’t been out of the house in days, avoiding her responsibilities as head of her father’s company in Vale. Not that she cared; none of it mattered to her. Her sister, Winter, had told her that she was being over dramatic, that she was being selfish and letting down their father over nothing.

Weiss curled up, hugging her knees close to her chest. From the stairs behind her, she heard the steady, heavy clomp of someone descending. Out the corner of her eye, Weiss could see Yang furiously drying her hair with a white towel. Her bare feet were slapping against the hardwood floor, shaking the whole floor with each step. The tall blonde plopped down beside Weiss, gently nudging her as she tried to sit as close as possible.

“Are the clothes okay?” Weiss asked as Yang put her arm around her, leaning into the other girl.

“They’ll be fine. The shirt is a little tight, but I can manage.”

“I’m glad. Are you hungry or thirsty?”

“Nah. So! Are you ready to tell me what happened?” Yang asked as she began to gently stroke Weiss’ shoulder. Weiss clenched her jaw, the grief and anger overriding the comfort and warmth she usually felt in Yang’s arms. She swallowed, a lump painfully going down her throat.

“I found him…” Weiss started, her eyes welling up with tears as the images from that day played like a slideshow In her mind. “I found Neptune in bed with her. That harlot Ember Key. Remember her? She was that short girl from Mistral with the chainsaw. Well I came home from work, not even early or anything, and when I went upstairs to change… There they both were; buck naked.”

“Wow! What an asshole! What did he say?” Said Yang, her eyes slowly changing from violet to red.

“J-Just that he didn’t expect to see me. I’ve found out since then that Ember isn’t the only girl he’s had relations with since we’ve been together.” Weiss was crying freely by this point, her speech broken up with intermittent sobs.

“You’re kidding!”

“And that’s not even the worst part!” Exclaimed the distraught heiress, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small box.

“Is that what I think it is?” Yang asked as she gingerly took the box from Weiss’ grasp, who just nodded once, before turning and burying herself into Yang’s chest once again. The now crimson-eyed blonde dropped the box and put her other arm around Weiss, pulling her into and even tighter hug. “I won’t let anyone ever hurt you like that again. I’ll be a bouncer for your heart if that’s what it takes.” Weiss nodded furiously, not able to say anything through her sobs. And they sat there for the next few hours, eventually falling asleep in front of the dwindling fireplace.


Weiss awoke the next morning to what sounded like a fox being tortured beside her. She sat up, cringing at the sharp pain in her back, an unfortunate consequence of sleeping on a hard floor all night. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she turned to the source of the noise, only to find Yang doubled over, violently coughing and sniffing. Her eyes were watery and bloodshot. 

“Oh, gud morbing Veiss,” Yang smiled loudly. “I dink I bide hab a bit of a cold.” Weiss covered her mouth with her hand, hiding an ever-growing smile. But it wasn’t long before she could no longer contain herself and burst out laughing.

“Aw Yang, only you could get sick while helping someone,” she joked as she got to her feet. “Come on you big brute, let’s get you into bed and-“ Just as Weiss grabbed Yang’s outstretched hand to help her up, she recoiled, hissing with pain and pushing her hand into her body.

“Veiss, wud happened?” Yang asked with concern, reaching toward the other girl again, only to have her recoil.

“I… Think you have a fever. And it might be messing with your semblance,” came the reply, along with a long look at a large, shiny burn on Weiss’ palm. 

“Oh my gob, I’m so soddy!” 

“It’s okay. I’ll treat this in a second. Are you able to get yourself upstairs and into bed?” Weiss asked calmly, belying the internal screams of pain. Yang nodded sleepily, slowly rising to her feet, groaning with each movement. She was still smiling despite it all, that enthusiastic, confident smile that Weiss knew so well. The blonde moved toward the stairs slowly, giving Weiss enough time to run to the kitchen and cool the burn under cold water, apply a burn poultice and bandage herself, before walking back to find Yang only halfway up the stairs, coughing loudly.

Weiss sighed, running back down the stairs, only to return to her sick guest wearing thick, padded oven mitts. She dragged Yang up to the guest bedroom, tucking her in and placing a cold wet towel on her forehead.

“I’m soddy Veiss. I wandend to take care of you for a few days,” Yang pouted as she bunched the doona around her neck. Weiss used a mitted hand to brush sweat-darkened blonde locks out of Yang’s face.

“It’s fine Yang, honestly. You were sweet to even come, thank you.” Weiss told her, the corner of her mouth curling into a smile. “Now rest, I’ll get you some water and leave you be alright?”


A few hours had passed since Yang had gone to bed, her fever had only gotten worse, and she was shivering in her sleep. Weiss, on the other hand, was sitting in a large armchair at the opposite end of the room, reading through a letter sent by Ruby.

The girl with the red hood had become a world-famous huntress, travelling all over and saving countless lives. At the moment however, she was on a personal mission; to find Blake and bring her back to Vale. Periodically, she sent letters to Weiss and Yang; mainly updates on her investigations, as well as the occasional photo of places she was visiting. 

Weiss looked up from the page as Yang let out a loud groan. The doona suddenly flew off the bed, hitting the side wall and falling in a heap. She sighed, making her way across the room, and peeling the now dry towel from her patients forehead. It was the third time she’d wetted the towel, with the water almost instantly evaporating as soon it came into contact with Yang’s skin.

When she walked back into the bedroom, she found Yang sprawled across the entire double bed, her chest steadily rising and falling with every breath. The gash on her side was bright red, a result of the fever and her immune system going into overdrive. Her muscles were twitching, bulging and receding as her body fought the infection overwhelming her system. Weiss placed the towel back onto Yang’s face; the water hissing and steaming like sweat on hot concrete. Returning to her seat, Weiss continued to stare at her friend, thinking about all the things that had happened in the past week. Neptune, the cheating, her tearful phone call to Yang and the fact that she showed up a day later, drenched from head to toe.

‘I guess that’s just Yang. She’s always been there for me, right from day one. Pulling me back from ruining my friendship with Blake, helping me with my home work, teaching me how to unwind. Man, was I uptight when I was young!’ She smiled, cheeks going crimson with the memory. ‘She ran through the rain to hold me while I was crying for Grimm’s sake. No one else I know would do anything of the sort. Not even my own sister… I-I think I should thank her more than I do. I don’t deserve her friendship sometimes.’ 


The next few days were much the same, with Yang showing very little improvement. Weiss had considered calling in a doctor, but Yang had always rejected the idea, smiling her smile ?”and giving her a thumbs up. But the entire time, Weiss had been striving to be a perfect nurse, caring for her patients every need, even going so far as to spoon-feed her.

One afternoon, after Weiss had finished making Yang some dry toast, the blonde finally feeling like she was able to handle some solid food, there was a knock at the door. The sound echoed through the cavernous house like the footsteps of a giant Grimm. Confused, Weiss took a moment to clean herself up, tucking her matted hair under her shirt. She’d kind of forgotten to shower ever since the incident with Neptune.

Another knock on the door had Weiss half-jogging across her lounge room, doing one last check over herself. She was, after all, a Schnee, and had to present herself properly, regardless of any personal issues she might be having. She opened the door, her face draining of all colour as her eyes met those of the person standing on the doorstep.

“Hey Weiss, I’m home.” Her hands curled into fists, face turning bright red with uncontrollable rage.

“Neptune…” She growled. There he stood ; smirking like the day they met. Oh how suave she thought he was back then, all blue hair and burgundy jacket. But she should have seen through his veneer of coolness, to the emotionally abusive, cheating troll that he truly was.

“Yeah so look babe; I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I was weak and I promise never to do it again,” Neptune said, obviously going through a pre-practiced mental script. “So how about you give me a kiss and we forget this whole thing ever happened?” He leaned in for a kiss, closing his eyes as he got closer. Weiss was paralysed with rage, unable to speak or to push him away. His face was inches away from her own, when her ears became filled with a paf-paf-paf sound. Weiss was then physically shoved out of the way, a golden blur speeding past her and colliding with Neptune, who suddenly vanished.

When her eyes focused, Weiss found Yang standing in the doorway, one arm outstretched, fist shaking. She was wrapped in the doona from her bed, still sweating and pale. Neptune had been thrown clear across the street and straight through the white picket fence of a neighbour. Yang slammed the door, swaying slightly on uneasy feet.

“D-did I uh… Did I… Is his hair still blue?” Yang stammered slowly, sounding almost delirious. Weiss shook her head, still aghast at her sudden appearance. The blonde sighed, turning back toward the door. “Dammit, I… Uh… I promised to p-punch the hair off his blue. I mean the blue off his hair for what he did to you.”

Weiss grabbed her friend, feeling only a warm sensation rather than a searing burn. Her face was flushed with red once more, but it wasn’t out of anger. Something else had set her off; seeing Yang rush to her side at her time of need, defending her honour. The steely gaze of someone determined to protect, like a hawk with its chicks or a big cat defending it’s mate. Weiss’ heart started to beat faster, every memory of Yang over the years bursting forth; every gentle touch, every kind word or meaningful glance, the secrets they had confided in each other. She trusted Yang, more than she had trusted anyone else in her entire life. And she could not imagine her life without the blonde brute in it.e end, Yang was still sick, and what she wanted to ask could wait until later .

“Next time Yang, you need to get back into bed. You’re still very ill,” she said gently. Yang scowled, shooting another look at the closed door, but nevertheless nodded. “But thank you for saving me.” 

“Heh, no worries… You uh… You really mean a lot to me and uh… Uh… I’ve lost that sentence. But you know what I mean right?” 

“Yeah, and I love you too. Now back to bed,” Weiss giggled, letting Yang lean on her as they ascended the stairs. “I have a letter from Ruby I think you’ll like to hear.”

“Woo! Then you better hop in bed with me and read it then.”

“Of course Yang, anything for you.”