Ugh; computer crashed and burned, losing the work I had on the update. Don't really have the inspiration to rewrite everything I lost, so have this instead:
You were worried; like, you were really really worried. Now, you were the first one to admit that you were not a people-person and that you'd take spending time with your beloved Crescent Rose over the awkward and convoluted mess that is 'socializing', and that doing that was perfectly fine and healthy and shut-up there is nothing wrong with not wanting to deal with people to acting like a complete dork in front of them! That's simple prudence and accepting your flaws and weaknesses.
So yeah, you weren't exactly in a position on calling out people for shutting themselves out from others; but even as socially awkward as you were you knew that spending two weeks non-stop training and beating up dummies and punching bags wasn't healthy. Well, actually, it took the never-ending fires you saw through the bottom gap of the door and the constant furious yelling to clue you in that things were bad; to be honest you'd have probably left Yang alone to vent if it wasn't for the whole 'fire and brimstone' thing that's now going on in the basement. Plus, dad was coming back soon and you weren't looking forward to explaining why everything was burning. Again.
Just then the house rumbled and the screaming rose to a fever pitch, fires pouring from every opening of the basement door; singing it and heating the metal parts white hot. You gulped, your knees shaking as you began to reconsider your choices; it's not like you had to go down there, not right now at any case. You had, what, another two days or so before dad came back? And Yang sounds very....preoccupied with what she's doing down there; no need to bother her when she's so intensely focused on blowing off some steam, right?
...You weren't afraid! Really, you weren't; Yang's your sister, you had nothing to fear! Ahahahahahaha...hahaha...haha...ha......haa....
...Oh man if you go down there you are soooo dead. So dead it's not even funny; they'd have to probably invent a whole new word for how dead you'd be, like cadaveriffic or something like that. Unfortunately; Yang wasn't letting up and she's missed fourteen days' of meals and sleep and didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. That simply wasn't healthy, you're pretty sure that most people would be dead from trying to go half as long without necessities like she has. As her younger sister you were familially obligated to do something about it.
So, against the better judgement of your survival instincts, you braced yourself and kicked down the basement door. In part for dramatic effect to get Yang's attention but mostly because the doorknob was still red hot. Yang...didn't seem to notice; fists still slamming into the latest punching bag she set up, and also breaking it into sand and tattered cloth like all the others scattered on the floor. She was ankle deep in sand, glass, and broken dummies; her aura flaring around her in fire as her Semblance was going off full tilt. That was the most obvious change since the Incident; with her hair cut it seemed that her charge time for the Semblance was cut to mere seconds. It meant that she didn't get as much of a charge, but instead she got to go full tilt from the word go and keep going full power the entire time.
Her eyes also haven't gone back to their normal color either, but that's also probably due to the whole 'Semblance on 24/7' thing she has going on. Other than that; her eyes were bloodshot and surrounded by dark circles and bags, her body was shivering and twitching all over, and she desperately needed a shower. She reeked. It was almost enough to puke.
Still, you came her to pull Yang out, so that was what you were going to do. You cleared out your throat to get her attention; obviously, it didn't work. You figured as such, so you tried calling out to her, "Yang!"
No answer. "Yang!"
Still nothing; she went to grab another bag and hang it up, which really annoyed you. "Yang!!!"
Again, you're ignored; so you blitzed right up to her hear and yelled as loudly as possible, "YAAAAAAANG!!!"
That got her attention. Yang yelped and sprang backwards, falling on her ass. If you weren't so worried, you'd probably be laughing at her right now. Getting up and rubbing her bruised behind, she turned to glare at whoever yelled in her hear; though she let up when she saw it was you. She greeted you nonchalantly, "Oh hey Ruby, what's up?"
"What u-What's up?!?!" You couldn't believe this, was she serious? You angrily laid into her, "Yang, you've holed yourself up in the basement for two weeks; not sleeping, not eating, doing nothing but breaking things, and all you have to say is 'what's up'?"
"Well, when you put it like tha-wait, it's been two weeks?" Yang asked, rubbing her back sheepishly until she caught onto that part. Confused, she said, "I thought I was only down here for the weekend. Ever since..." The moment she thinks about the Incident her eyes and hair light up and she looks like she's about to vent all over again.
You put a stop to that before you lost your change, "Yang; I'm really worried about you, and scared. I mean, you didn't even notice how long you were down here breaking punching bags and dummies? That's...that's not normal Yang, and that's coming from Ms. 'I talk to Crescent Rose when I'm alone' talking here."
"Wait," she asked, "You talk to Cresent Ro-?"
"Not the point!" You interjected, then continued your little intervention, "Look Yang, I get that you're very angry and upset about what happened; but...I'm just-I'm worried about what you're doing to yourself and sometimes when I peeked into the room and looked at you I got scared because of the look in your eyes. It was...it was bad Yang, it was ugly and frightening and-" You shook your head; you didn't want to talk about it in any more detail, you didn't really have the words for it.
"Look, all I'm asking is you get out and relax; ok?" You dug through your pockets and pulled out two tickets, "Here, I managed to scrounge up enough cash for us to go to the Achieve Men concert coming to Patch next week. It'll be a sisters' night out, you always said I needed to get out more anyways. Whaddya say?"
Please let this work, please let this work; oh by all that is holy please please please let this work...
Yang sighed, looking like death warmed over her now that she wasn't full of anger and fury venting at everything breakable. With a tired smile she said to you, "Yeah, that...that sounds good sis; I think we can both use a night on the town. Lemme just-" Before she could finish, Yang passed out and crashed to the floor. You sighed in relief, glad that you managed to stop Yang before she overworked herself to death, and carried her off to your room as best you could.
A night out was exactly what Yang needed; away from whatever happened in Vale and with something to keep her mind off the trauma. Besides, it was just a concert of her favorite band, what could possibly go wrong...?
Author's Notes: *Cue Ranma crashing the concert, inadvertently breaking the lead guitarist's arm and forced to take his place; playing a golden hair ki-guitar and shattering Yang's hopes and dreams even further. Because Ranma* So behold, Yang's going through literal Training from Hell to get ready for Round 2. Think you can take her?
