Hello, just a few quick things. First off, yes this is a RWBY College AU. The town is still Vale, and Beacon is now the major public college.

Brief note of all the character's ages. Yang, Blake and Weiss are all 21, and juniors at Beacon. Ruby is 19, and a freshman. Neo is 20, and would be the same year as Ruby if she went to school. But currently, she doesn't.

Last, yes sexual things could happen in this fic. Level of detail is going to depend on necessity, if any description is given at all. All acts WILL BE CONSENSUAL. The rating is mostly for violence and brutality, which will be explored more in later chapters. Necessary trigger warnings about torture, ect. will be provided as necessary, if necessary.

Neo, known as Neopolitan by some and psychopathic-ice-cream-haired-girl by others, stumbled into her apartment, quietly dropping her keys into the designated bowl by the door. The apartment was illuminated by the moon, basking the furniture in a soft, heavenly glow. The moon was almost full, and Neo could find her way around the apartment without turning on any lights. Walking around the new black couch, she approached the kitchen table and its leather seating, her legs crying out for some rest. She briefly checked her clothing to make sure it had no dirt or stains on it. Finding nothing she collapsed onto one of the seats, her head dropping onto the solid oak with a barely audible *thud.*. She let the bag in her other hand drop to the floor, its contents rattling and sloshing around in the half melted ice she had bought from the convenience store. Despite how late it was, she couldn't give into the urge to fall asleep. She knew that if she did, she wouldn't wake up till after noon and would miss out on half of the bounty. The client wanted proof delivered by dawn today, or she would only pay up half. And as badly as she needed sleep, she needed the extra cash more.

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she also needed to eat if she wanted a half-decent chance at staying awake. Forcing herself to get up, she stumbled to the fridge and yanked it open. The fridge was filled to the brim as always, with the shelves organized and tidy, everything having its designated place. In its familiar location, second shelf from the bottom, right side, was a large container marked "Neo: Microwave high, 5 min Eat this when you get home, ALL OF IT. Yang: touch this and die. –Blake." Neo grabbed the container and shoved it into the microwave, following Blake's instructions, not even bothering to see what food she had been left. As the microwave droned on, she felt her thoughts wander as her body fought to stay awake.

Neo tried to remember the last time she had any food besides water and coffee. Well I woke up Monday around noon, and had that Chinese buffet Tuesday night. And today is currently Friday, or Saturday technically so Tuesday night I guess. Which meant she had been awake for close to 100 hours, only getting a total of probably 10 hours of sleep thanks to naps during taxi rides around the city. Thank god this target moved around, the last one had stayed locked in his house long enough that he put most reclusive shut-ins to shame. Neo had been forced to watch the place without moving or sleeping for close to a whole week. She had wondered which would have killed her first, the boredom or sleep deprivation.

If Bumblebee found out how little she had been taking care of her health, there would be hell to pay. Yang would chew her out for hours, telling her to take better care of herself and if she wasn't careful she would die from sleep deprivation or dehydration, blah blah. While Blake would just stare at her disapprovingly whenever Yang ran out of breath, her eyes delivering comments more scathing then anything the blond could throw at her. She often wondered if that was a stare a mother would use on a child who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Not that I would know anything about having a mother Neo thought grimly.

Together the two made for an effective guilt trip and Neo wouldn't be able to endure it for much longer. It had been easier when they were both clueless about her real job, or enduring their punishment the first time she had been caught. Yang had just attacked her, which she could deal with. And Blake had yelled at her every day for a solid month. Which again, easy to deal with. But now they were much harder to ignore, because now they actually cared. They didn't scold her because they were angry at her for killing people, which Neo thought was a little weird. They were angry that she didn't take care of herself while she was doing it. Even if they didn't know the reasons, they couldn't stop her. So instead, Yang and Blake just did the best they could to care for her in the meantime and patch her up however they could.

The blaring of the microwave jarred her from her thoughts, forcing her to quickly yank the door open before the noise woke up the apartment's sleeping occupants. She knew she would have to deal with them eventually, but wanted to do it after she had gotten the payment and slept for a week. Ripping the top off the now hot container, she inspected what Blake had left for her. It looked like szechuan tofu stir fry, the chunks of not-meat coated in the spicy sauce that Yang always made whenever Blake made tofu. There were chunks of fried corn, asparagus, carrots and what looked like at least 7 other vegetables stirred into the mix. After pouring herself a beer Neo dug in, finding the whole thing delicious. Far too soon the food was gone, and Neo put the container in the sink, telling herself she would get it in the morning, which she never did.

She had almost made it out the door when a quiet voice whispered "You forgot something." Inwardly groaning, Neo turned around and saw Blake's silhouette leaning against the hallway leading to the bedrooms, her body was hidden by the shadows. Her amber eyes, shining brightly in the darkness, stood out like lighthouses on a stormy sea. After a few seconds she walked forward, the silvery moonlight providing a stark contrast against her raven hair and dark brown skin. Her face was a mixture of worry and anger, her left hand tightly gripping the straps of Neo's bag, the tension evident in her body.

Neo braced herself for the scolding that was to come. But Blake remained silent, staring at her with an intense gaze, an emotion on her face that Neo thought was anger. The silence stretched on until it grew uncomfortable, and Neo remembered that she had to get going. "I need that back." Neo said, her voice betraying how tired she was.

"Who was it this time?" Blake asked, as she or Yang always did whenever Neo came back from a job. They kept worrying that Neo had killed an innocent, a fear that Neo sometimes shared.

"Rapist and child molester, always burned the bodies so no one could prove anything." was Neo's reply. She had caught him with another would-be victim, thankfully before he could do any serious damage. Her face was so frightened when Neo had gutted the bastard, she had started laughing at the poor girl, which prompted her fleeing from the scene. Neo grabbed the bag from Blake's outstretched hand

"You need to stop doing this," she heard Blake say quietly, almost like she didn't want Neo to hear.

"I told you only a few more months," was Neo's short reply. She hadn't told Blake or Yang why she was suddenly working all the time, only that she had to. They had begged or screamed at her, demanding the truth, but in the end she would not budge. If they knew, thought Neo grimly, they wouldn't be safe. They can hate me all they want, I won't put them in danger.

"When will you be back?" Blake asked, taking a step closer, her expression softning, changing into something else. Something Neo couldn't identify, or understand.

"As soon as I drop this off. I have to go." Neo said, as she turned and started to walk out the door. She expected Blake to protest, to ask her to come to bed or threaten to wake Yang if she left. But instead, she felt a pair of soft arms gently wrap around her. Normally she would have thrown them off, but in her exhausted state she couldn't react fast enough, and found herself pulled into a hug before she could react.

Blake held onto her gently, enveloping Neo in a warm embrace. She tried to pull away, but found herself falling into Blake, her exhausted body giving in far too quickly to the taller girl's relaxing presence. Blake was gently stroking her hair with one hand as her other arm provided Neo with support, silently doing what she could to help assure Neo that she wasn't mad, merely worried about her. Neo knew that later she would have to deal with her disapproval, but for now she was just happy that Blake wasn't yelling at her.

"I know this is hard on you. No matter how mad either Yang or I seem, it's only because we worry" Blake whispered quietly, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Neo's head while tightening the hug. Neo turned in her embrace, trying to mumble a reply but finding that the words simply wouldn't come. Without warning she felt moisture run down her cheeks, and realized that she was crying. She tried to pull away, but Blake simply held onto her tighter, refusing to let the smaller girl go.

Neo quickly gave up trying to escape and let herself cry, unable to stop the tears from flowing, her mind too exhausted to realize that her now loud sobbing was surely going to wake Yang. She felt herself let go, pouring out all the pain and fear from the last few months as Blake whispered gentle reassurances into her ear. Eventually she felt the flow of tears start to slow, then stop altogether. From her position her now clear eyes saw that it was nearing 4:30, and that if she wanted to deliver the package she had to leave now.

Blake wordlessly let her go, only whispering a quiet "Be safe" before watching Neo walk out the apartment, her night clothes soaked with the other girl's tears. She heard Yang walk up behind her and ask "Is she going to be ok," her voice laced with concern.

"That all depends on how much of our support she can bear, and how much support we can offer her. She does kill people for a living, even if they are the scum of the earth. I'd always assumed she didn't care, that killing was easy for her. But after tonight….." she trailed off, assuming that Yang had heard the girl crying. Heck, the apartment downstairs had probably heard her crying.

"She's breaking apart from the inside out. I just wish she would let us help her" Yang remarked bitterly.

"We've been over this, we can't push too much," Blake responded. "She has to be comfortable, willing to let us in, otherwise she could just up and disappear again. Remember what happened last time? She disappeared and we didn't see her again for a month."

"I know, I know," Yang responded, remembering how hellish that month had been. Blake had created a simple policy: no Neo, no sex. Yang had almost gone mad. "I remember, believe me. But how was I supposed to know that she had never been kissed before? She's a 20 year old murderer who happens to be hot as hell. She could have anyone she wants, guy or girl."

"You should have known to ask," was Blake's quiet reply. "It took three months of her living here before she would let us within a foot of her, another two months before we were allowed to touch her, almost another year before she agreed to sleep in the same bed. At least she eventually came back, even if she was drunk and covered in someone else's blood"

"Ugh don't remind me" Yang groaned, her mind going back to that eventful night. Neo had walked into the apartment at two in the morning, singing Broadway show-tunes in such a pleasant tone that Yang had been confused when she first woke up. After going into the kitchen and seeing Neo covered in blood, her shriek had been loud enough to wake whoever Neo had recently butchered, easily dragging Blake into full alertness.

One very long and suds filled shower later, Neo had drunkenly recounted the work she had done for the month she had been away. Apparently acting was both literally and figuratively a cutthroat business, with several prominent actors having gotten their roles by murdering their competition. Their friends wanted revenge, and were willing to pay handsomely, with a bonus if it looked like an accident. Neo had killed each one by replacing prop guns with real ones, filled with real bullets. The death performance was so realistic that the audiences had applauded, at least until someone realized the actor was actually dead. Mostly when they stayed still even after a scene change occurred. One performance that Neo stayed to watch had continued on for the whole duration, with the deceased actor's performance being called "the most realistic death portrayal ever." Yang shuddered, remembering how lovely Neo's laugh had been as she recounted that particular story. It would have been cute, and more than a little attractive, if it wasn't also horrifying.

"So I'm going back to bed, I have the morning shift at the clinic tomorrow," Blake said, shaking Yang out of her internal musings. "Keep the television down, and if you exercise then try to avoid putting any more holes into the wall. When she gets back, pick her up and carry her to the bathroom .Make sure she stays awake in the shower. She probably hasn't showered or slept in over 4 days."

"Ok," was Yang's tired response as she started up the coffee maker. "I don't have work, so I'll keep tabs and make sure she is here by the time you get back. From the looks of things, she is going to need you over the next few days.

"Need UU" Blake stressed. "She might not show it, but she needs you as much as she does me. Anyway, goodnight." As Blake turned towards the bedroom, she felt Yang grab her from behind.

"Aw c'mon Blakey, aren't you going to let me tuck you in" Yang whispered, her hot breath rolling across Blake's neck and causing her to blush involuntarily. Cursing her body's reaction, she swatted the blond away.

"No, I need to get as much sleep as I can if I am going to be able to deal with tomorrow. Besides, you kept me awake half the night already. Keep your pants on." Blake said, secretly wishing she could call in sick tomorrow morning. But it wouldn't do for Yang to find that out, or she would keep at it till Blake gave in. Not that she would take much convincing. But she couldn't skip out, the clinic would already be short staffed as it was.

"Fine, fine, go to bed," Yang said lazily, turning the television on and switching to Netflix, resigning herself to another Orange is the New Black marathon.

Neo woke up, blinking a few times and trying to remember where she was. She vaguely remembered dropping off the package around 5am, just before the first rays of light shone over the horizon. The client, Cinder Fall, was a regular of hers. The woman controlled nearly every prostitution ring and illegal gambling scene in Vale city, and was fiercely protective of her workers. She may have treated them like insects, but she was the only one allowed to do so. Damage her girls, or break the rules of her establishment, and she had you killed. Her current target, whose sawed-off head was floating in the bloody water of the cooler next to her, had raped and killed the daughter of one of Cinder's best prostitutes. As such, the reward was triple the standard rate.

Neo had shown up to the usual spot, Cinder's theater production office near downtown Vale. While masquerading as a semi-decent theater company, it was in reality a backroom whore house. If one was to look closely, the office employed far more actors then could be reasonably accounted for. That and several of the more attractive members, despite possessing beauty and grace, had never appeared in a single production. Cinder's office was on the top floor, positioned such that she could see everything, either in person or through the multiple security cameras she had set up. She was escorted to the top floor and allowed in after hearing the usual warning about wasting her time. It was normally taken very seriously: the floors of Cinder's office had turned cherry-red from all the blood that had seeped into the wood.

Neo had approached Cinder's desk, which true to her word looked like it had recently been set on fire. The desk itself had the appearance of embers from a fire after all the wood had been reduced to ash. Braziers burned in the background, the only source of light in the otherwise pitch dark office. Cinder's face was wreathed in shadow, though the theatrical effect was lost on Neo.

Cinder's had watched wordlessly as Neo provided proof of success, one of her lackeys taking the head for disposal. A different thug had given her a suitcase full of cash, and Neo had turned to leave.

"What, not going to check and see if it's all there?" Neo heard from behind her. Without turning around, she said "I don't trust you, you taught me that lesson personally. But you never shirk on business." As Neo left, she heard Cinder's quiet chuckle and her remark to one of her underlings. "That's why I employ her, she knows the rules. Trust is useless, unless blood or money is involved."

100,000 dollars, in exchange for a single week's work. Neo should have been happy, but by then all strength had deserted her. The last thing she remembered was making it to the door of her apartment, barely able to stand.

The sound of a quiet snort behind her brought Neo back to reality. Looking around, she realized she was back in her apartment. After her brain kicked in a few seconds later, she realized that someone was spooning her from behind. Turning around she realized she was curled up on the sofa. With Yang Xiao Long. Who. Was. Topless.

Neo knew she should do something. Scream, jump or run away. Something. But all she could do stare, her jaw hanging open as she tried to process what she was seeing. Neo had always known Yang was well endowed, but it was one thing to know it and another to wake up to it. I'm either still dreaming Neo thought, or I'm dead and somehow got a pass into heaven.

A small grunt brought her back to reality, and with a jolt she looked up to see Yang wide awake and staring at her, a huge smirk on her face. "Like what you see?" Yang commented.

"I, uh, what, no, uhhhhhhhhh" Neo stuttered out, her face flushing hot as she struggled to form a sentence. She was silenced, however, as Yang pressed a brief kiss to her lips before grabbing a nearby shirt and pulling it on.

"Feel free to stare, I don't mind." Yang idly commented. In truth, she was certain that Neo didn't mind either. She had been staring at her chest, eyes clouded by desire, and probably would have kept staring forever if Yang hadn't stopped her. Yang figured that Neo was probably afraid to take the next step in their relationship because of her inexperience, not because she didn't trust her or Blake. Hence, she figured a little showing off wouldn't hurt.

Eventually, Neo seemed to recover and could look Yang in the face again.

"How did I get here," Neo asked. She figured that Yang and Blake had taken care of her when she had stumbled into the apartment. That and changed her, she realized once she looked down and saw she was now wearing her traditional pajamas: yellow tang top and black exercise shorts.

"You came in dead to the world," was Yang's simple reply. "I got you into the bath, made sure you didn't drown. From there Blake changed you, and you passed out on the bed. About an hour ago you woke up, used the bathroom and then came out here and passed out on the couch. You looked comfy, so I decided to join you. Blake should be home soon, so it would better if you stayed up for now."

Neo simply nodded her head, too stunned to speak. Normally by now the blond would be yelling at her, reminding her how stupid she was with her health, or how dangerous her "job" was. But instead she was being kind, a far cry from her usual angry responses.

While Neo was internally debating how things had changed so rapidly in a few short hours, Yang decided she wasn't going to run off any time soon and decided to make some lunch. She and Neo dined off frozen pizza and decided to watch reruns of Law and Order, with Neo pointing out exactly where each criminal had screwed up and how she would have done it differently. Blake walked in just as the episode was ending.

"Welcome back" Yang said, giving Blake a quick kiss on the lips. "How was the clinic?" Yang asked

"Terrible, I wish I had two of me," Blake said, hanging up her keys and plopping down on the sofa, sandwiching Neo between her and Yang. "We had two dogs that were hit by cars, one of which didn't make it. Two new adoptees brought in their untrained newborns, and they treated the entire clinic as one giant toilet. That's on top of all the work we already had scheduled for today."

Neo and Yang shared a quick look. Blake was utterly and completely exhausted. They both knew she loved working with animals, it was her passion that got the clinic interested in her in the first place. When college graduates were having difficulty finding a job, a junior without a degree had found her dream position, for the summer at least. The tradeoff was that she was worked to the bone: cleaning all the cages, doing endless amounts of paperwork, and dealing with the most snobbish or uncaring customers. They had her work the understaffed shifts, where three people were expected to do the work of seven with smiles on their face. And every time she came home, she was always exhausted, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep the day away.

Without a thing needing to be said they set to work. Neo started up a hot bath while Yang set about getting Blake into the bedroom and changed into a robe. Once that was done they put her in the tub and let her soak while they reheated last night's supper. By the time Blake came back into the kitchen, she was looking much better. The tension was gone from her exhausted muscles, her shoulders had relaxed and she had a quiet smile on her face. Blake would never admit it, but she loved it when Yang and Neo took care of her. It made her feel special, wanted, even loved: something she hadn't felt since she was a child. Until she had met Yang, and Neo later on, she was treated as a tool, something that was appreciated only as long as it did it's job.

Blake sat down and quickly ate, further complaining about her day as Yang and Neo listened attentively, occasionally interjecting or agreeing as necessary. By the time she was done eating her eyelids had started drooping again, and Yang led her to bed without another word. The two girls curled up, not even bothering to extinguish the lights. Neo flicked them off, and hesitated on the edge of the bed, debating if she should get in or not. Yang solved that particular issue for her, grabbing the shorter girl and pulling her onto the bed, sandwiching her between Yang and Blake. When Neo tried to protest, Yang silenced her with a peck on the lips.

"I know you're still exhausted," Yang said, yawning loudly before continuing. "I spent half the night watching television and worrying about you, and Blake just worked an 8 hour shift in hell. We're all exhausted, so just go to sleep."

As Yang shut her eyes, Neo asked her one question before sleep took them both. "Yang, what are we doing?"

"Hmmmmm," was Yang's tired reply.

"You and Blake have been dating since before I moved in here," Neo said, trying to keep her voice low enough to avoid waking Blake. "But now I'm sleeping in the same bed as both of you, we cuddle up on the couch, occasionally kiss, and yet you and Blake still have sex whenever I'm not here and sometimes when I am here. So you two are still clearly dating. But what are the three of us?"

Yang remained quiet for a second, collecting her thoughts. "Neo, Blake and I care about you. A lot. We want to help you, simple as that. So this relationship is whatever you want it to be, whatever you need it to be."

As Yang said this, Neo felt Blake cuddle against her in her sleep. She was like a cat, seeking warmth wherever she could find it. She enveloped Neo with both of her arms and pulled herself flush against Neo's body. Neo found herself enjoying the embrace immensely, and to her surprise she felt tears welling in her eyes for the second time that day. She couldn't remember ever feeling this happy, this loved. Until now, no one had ever made her feel wanted, important. Until now, all she had ever felt was worthless, as if she would be better off dead. Part of her kept repeating you don't deserve this, you are just a psycho who kills people for money, you are nothing but a danger to them and she found herself trembling as she sobbed harder and harder. By this point Blake had been woken up, and was looking at Yang with concern, who was trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Neo, Neo what's going on," Yang asked, desperately trying to understand what had caused her to break down like this.

"Wh, wh, whyy are you doing this? Why are you helping me? Why do you even care?" Neo asked through her sobs.

Blake and Yang looked down at this crying, trembling girl currently wrapped in their arms, before answering in unison "Because we love you." Which only caused Neo to cry harder, soaking the sheets with her tears. She tried to get up, tried to hide her shameful weakness. She felt ashamed for breaking down like this, she was supposed to be strong. But Blake and Yang were having none of that. Blake tightened her hold and clamped Neo's legs with her own while Yang latched onto Blake, effectively trapping Neo between them. In this position Neo could do nothing but latch onto Yang and bury her head into the older girls shoulder.

Blake gently hummed a lullaby while Yang whispered calming mutterings into Neo's ear, reassurances that everything was going to be fine and that they would figure this out together. Eventually Neo stopped sobbing, and based on her gentle snoring the poor thing had cried herself to sleep. Blake and Yang exchanged a wordless glance, and agreed that they would do whatever was necessary to help the broken girl that was now asleep in their arms. But that could wait till morning, and both girls let their heads hit the pillows, listening to Neo's gentle breathing as sleep took them.

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