A/N: So after the longish tale that was our last story, Fiercesomest and I decided to have a bit of fun with another random oneshot. It can be considered sorta-kinda loosely set after Road to Recovery, but really it works just fine as its own thing. We hope you guys have as much fun reading this as we did writing it. ;3

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Defenestrator

EDIT:

New and improved multi-chapter format! (Because I'm bored and snowed in and trying to think of what to write.)

Also, btw, we're two people, in case you didn't catch that- I write for Ruby and Weiss, Defenestrator for Blake and Yang. Good times. Read on, fearless reader.

- Fiercesomest

It was a beautiful, blue-skied day at Beacon Academy; rich, white-gold sunlight poured in every door, ever window, and every miniscule chink in the locker that Ruby and her partner were currently trapped inside of.

"This is all your fault," Weiss growled, squirming to get turned around in the small space. There wasn't a lot of light to see by, but what managed to sneak through the horizontal vents mostly fell on the back of the fencer's neck. Strands of her white hair were already sticking to her skin. Her elbow jammed hard into Ruby's stomach.

"Ow," the young team leader was all awkward limbs as she tried to fight back in the dark, "How is this my fault? Yang-"

"Your sister, your fault," the heiress pushed with her hands and knees against the wall of the locker, shoving Ruby back against the door with a metallic clang.

Her bunched up cloak softened the blow. She pushed back, "That's stupid."

"Get off," Weiss snarled, redoubling her efforts.

The scythe-wielder responded in kind, "I can't."

They wrestled like that for a second, Weiss straining against the back wall, Ruby against the door, teeth gritted, each trying to- what? Crush the other? When they were both already crammed into a locker?

The air was hot and close. It smelled a little like Weiss's vanilla perfume and Ruby's roses but mostly just like sweat and teenage-boy-funk and the bottle of Jaune's off-brand sword polish that had come open when they'd gotten 'accidentally' shoved into his locker. Ruby's boots slipped in the stuff and she tangled with Weiss's legs, causing the heiress to shriek and drive back with her shoulder as hard as she could. The two smacked heads—Ruby's forehead to the back of Weiss's skull.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," Ruby tried to get a hand to the spot over her eye, the fight momentarily on hold.

Weiss channeled the sharp pain into a furious order, "Yang, I can hear you laughing. Get this locker open this instant or so help me I'll report you for misuse of school equipment."

Standing right beside the locker in question, Yang was doubled over in hysterics, but she managed to straighten herself out just enough to respond without snorting through each word. "Sorry princess, but I don't know wonderboy's locker code, so unless you want me to force the thing open," she cracked her knuckles for emphasis, "and probably break it, which would get me reported for property damage, there isn't much I can do for you~" Her tone was singsong, carefree, mischievous, everything she knew would set the heiress off. "Don't you worry though, Blake's gone to find him. She'll be back soon enough."

Or so she assumed. In reality, Yang was just as much in the dark as the two stuck in the locker.

Ever the willing accomplice, she had merely acted on a nonverbal cue sent by the grinning Faunus the second Weiss and Ruby had moved in front of Jaune's carelessly left-open locker, left behind to listen to the aftermath as Blake slipped away with a smile and a wink.

Though Yang was well known by her team (and by the entire school in general) as a master prankster, her seemingly-reserved partner's sporadic pranking sprees remained a well-kept secret, known only to Blake and the brawler herself. Yang considered herself incredibly sneaky, but Blake was downright devious, and Yang was always willing to help a fellow mastermind's pranks unfold. The brief message on her scroll - Be right back, securing the prison. - had her curious to say the least.

Taking a moment to stretch out her arms and legs, still blissfully sore from the group sparring session with team JNPR they'd just come in from, Yang leaned heavily against the locker door, blocking whatever light had been filtering in before. "You two want me to keep you company~? Or should I give you some time alone~"

"Weiss stop it, that's my foot, that's my ribs, ouch, stop," Ruby managed to grab her enraged partner's elbow and get her other arm around her middle. She hung on for all she was worth.

"Yang, I'm going to kill you in your sleep for this," The heiress thrashed like a wildcat. "And you," she jerked one arm free from Ruby's grip, but she was still tangled in half of the girl's cape, "Get your hands off of me and just—get off."

Outside the unfortunate pair's cramped confinement, a couple of familiar faces rounded the corner from the hall into the locker room.

"Hey, Yang, 'sup?" none other than Sun, fearless Faunus extraordinaire, lit up with a grin as he sauntered in, his long monkey's tail curled at his side. He straightened his open shirt's collar a little and looked around, peering up at the windows and under the benches, "Is Blake back here? I thought I heard some voices and some banging around and stuff. Hey, that was a pretty sweet sparring match you guys just had. I mean, it was okay, you know," he shrugged to his blue-haired cohort, "right Neptune?"

"Totally." Neptune flashed a charming smile, raking a hand through his spiked blue hair. "I especially liked that one combo move - what was it, Freezerburn? So cold, so hot, smokin'."

"It's steam, actually," Yang smirked, then pointed down the hall with both fingers, "And Blake went thataway."

Neptune rolled his eyes at Sun, who was currently craning his neck in the direction Yang had pointed. "So, why aren't you with her?"

"Because I've decided to keep an eye on these two~!" she banged once on the locker she was leaning on, "Gotta make sure they observe Rule #1."

Neptune blanched. "Rule number one?"

"Nothing past first base."

"Ohhhh," his goggles caught a ray of sunlight and flashed as he nodded, not even bothering to question why there were people crammed inside a locker in the first place. "Good rule."

Ruby released Weiss and pressed back against the door, yelling at her sister, "There are only friendship bases!"

Sun's sandy-blond head swiveled back, ears perked at the talking locker behind Yang. "Is that your little sister in there? Hey, l'il sis!" he pushed past the brawler and cupped his hands around his eyes to try and peer through the vent, "What's a friendship base? Is that like kissing but without the tongue? That's cool."

The scythe-wielder's voice rose several octaves, "No-Sun-there's-no-kissing."

Weiss, who in her earlier struggle had finally managed to get turned around to face the door, abandoned her momentary be-quiet-to-minimize-witnesses plan in favor of an alternate strategy. Dropping all traces of her previous fury from her tone, she wrestled overtop of her flustered partner to get as close to the vent as possible and called, "Neptune, help us get out!"

Sun reeled back in surprise, "Whoa, it's the ice queen!"

A gloved hand appeared in Sun's face, shoving him sideways into Yang as Neptune quickly took his place. "Fancy meeting you here, snow angel," he spoke smoothly, eyes squinting at the tiny slits in scuffed locker door, trying to catch a glimpse of the gorgeous heiress trapped within. "What's a beautiful huntress like you doing stuck in a beat-up locker like this?"

"Ah, you know, I tripped and knocked 'em in there by accident - happens all the time!" Yang cut in with a carefree smile as she casually placed a hand on Sun's back to help him catch his balance.

Lacing his fingers together and stretching his palms and arms out before him, Neptune turned his attention back to the locker and arched an eyebrow, smirking. "Well then, let's see about getting you out of there." He set to rapidly pressing numbers on the keypad.

Yang crossed her arms, mildly amused. "Uh, whaaaaat are you doing?"

"It's simple, brute-force the code," the blue-haired intellectual replied, one hand tapping a finger to his temple as the other hand continued on in an ascending sequence of numbers.

The brawler smirked in response, making no move to stop him. "You know, if you keep putting in the wrong numbers it's going to-"

CH-CHK

"... permanently lock you out."

Neptune paused, the sound of heavy deadbolts clicking into place still ringing in his ears. He slowly backed away from the keypad. "...Is it too late to say I meant to do that?"

Weiss made a frustrated snarling sound, her head leaned hard on the now extra-secure intruder-protected locker door.

"... at least he didn't launch us across the school?" Ruby offered with a nervous laugh. Weiss was pressed up against her, her chin on Ruby's shoulder.

The white-haired girl seemed to realize her position and flung herself backwards the few inches available, slipping in Jaune's sword polish. Ruby squeaked as Weiss fell back- well, sort of fell, but mostly their knees just knocked together. Ever the optimist, Ruby wrangled the heavy, smothering fabric of her cape and continued to suggest ways they could get out, getting more and more uncertain as the words tumbled from her mouth.

"Okay, so maybe Jaune can unlock it?" Actually, Ruby recalled, Jaune had trouble getting a package of fruit snacks opened last week, so that was probably out, "Or Blake! Blake can probably do something, or get Professor Goodwitch, or... something."

The heiress groaned from where she slumped against the wall, not bothering to right herself in the stifling space, "All my years of training and I'm going to die of suffocation in a school locker with you."

A heavy thump shook the locker and Ruby had to brace her hands on either side to keep from falling onto Weiss.

Sun rocked the locker from his perch on top of it, light from the overhead windows catching in his hair, "Maybe we can, like, shoot the door off. Or slice it open. Your weapon's basically a high-powered can opener, right, Mr. I'm-a-genius-so-I'll-force-the-code?"

"It's intellectual. And are you seriously asking me to risk slicing or stabbing the two lovely ladies trapped inside this thing?" Neptune reverently placed his hand on the locker, looking shocked. "My weapon is incredibly powerful you know."

Still standing off to the side, Yang leaned on nearest locker, eyes narrowing slyly, "So, what you're saying is, you lack finesse?"

"Ye-... No, of course I have finesse. It's... just not a weapon meant for delicate tasks is all," Neptune shrugged off Yang's teasing, crossing his arms and looking past the grinning blonde, dark eyebrows rising at the familiar face headed their way.

Yang blinked, just about to turn and follow his gaze herself when a hand suddenly appeared on her shoulder.

"I'm back."

"hEY," the brawler nearly leaped out of her skin, whirling around to find Blake sporting a small smile. "Didn't hear you there, partner," she half-growled, waiting as Blake nodded to Sun and Neptune before speaking back up, "So, what's the word on wonderboy?"

Expression passive, Blake answered without missing a beat. "Word is, Jaune and Pyrrha have gone into town for the remainder of the day, so..."

"Figures." Yang put her hands on her hips, glancing at Neptune "Well, it wouldn't have mattered much anyway, since mister intelligence here-"

"Intellectual."

"-pushed too many numbers. The thing deadbolted itself." She motioned to the locker.

"...Oh, that's too bad." Blake sighed, sounding perfectly disappointed, despite the mirthful gleam in her eyes.

"They'll be gone all day?" Ruby's spirits dropped to the soles of her boots. She tried to turn and angle her head so she could see out the horizontal slits in the door, "But Weiss and I have combat practice again later in the afternoon."

"Weren't you listening? Even if the blond idiot was here, he couldn't undo the bolts." Weiss straightened, squaring her shoulders as best she could in the cramped space. "There's got to be another way out. I am not missing class because of this."

"Ooh, ooh, I've got it," Sun hopped down from the top of the locker, motioning with both hands like he was doing a sort of blend of tai-chi and charades, "Blake, you're, like, the most finesse-y around, right? You can use your crazy ribbon sword-gun thing to cut the deadbolts and the lock at the same time, and bam! Door's open!"

Blake returned Sun's charming smile with a light laugh. "I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I'm actually on my way to find a professor. I just wanted to check in on Weiss and Ruby first," her gaze shifted from the dark-eyed blonde to the locker he was gesturing to.

"Oh they're fine," Yang waved a hand dismissively, "sad and angry, but fine."

"Good to know. We should probably hurry anyway - hang in there you two," Blake called to the locker as she grabbed Yang's arm and dragged her away.

Neptune's face fell as the girls neared the end of the hall, "Leaving so soon?"

His only answer was a small wave from Yang as she was pulled around the corner.