- Yellow -

During the time of Vale's revival…

Yang spent her time on Patch, living with her father when Ruby ventured Remnant on her own.

She stares at the mechanical arm that sits within the glass case, laid on a soft velvet pillow as if it were some kind of holy artifact. A gold-black metallic ligament that was meant to replace her missing arm. Her eyes trace down to the stump of her former arm, and all she could do is cringe and frown at the sight of it.

Lilac irises focus on the holoscreen that spanned out across the living room, watching as Lisa Lavender went on with the normal news that was either common or normal—given the circumstances that Remnant underwent at these times of crisis. Yang reached over to grab the glass of water sitting on the table, downing it and setting it right back down. Not a single day went by without the blonde brawler wondering what was going on with her team outside across the world.

… There's a lot of people she missed dearly eversince the fall.

The brawler of RWBY turns her back on the holoscreen and reached for the front door knob, deciding that maybe heading out for a jog might've been a better idea than just dreading over the past.

"This just in, Vale has just been officially announced as 'alive'. From what we've heard, we all recall hearing about Vale's downfall the time the Vytal Festival had taken place…"

The anchor continued her briefing as Yang froze with a hand an inch away from touching the door knob. Her eyes wide, and mind sent into disarray, the blonde stopped all processes of everything she was remembering and thinking to recall Vale. Vale is still standing? After all this time?

How was this possible?

She returned her attention to the holoscreen to see the image of the mentioned kingdom. It seemed almost exactly the way she remembered it before its fall, except for a few other buildings and newer places that she never recalled being there. Even Junior's club was back up and running.

"The Cross Continental Tower was reactivated during the time Vale was underway of being revived, and from all the feed received across the world, there are more people out there in the danger of Decimators and Grimm—as we're picking up distress call after the other." Lisa Lavender placed an ear over her earpiece, listening intently as to what was transmitting through that small device and to her eardrum. Her expression transitions from confusion to awe, "In a short time notice, it seems that Vale accumulated its own forces and swiftly saved those nearest to them—and they're spreading out as we speak in order to cover more ground!"

There was cheering somewhere in the background of the newscast. Naturally, there'd be people extremely happy that there wasn't a permanently lost kingdom, and that there's people alive that're still there. To most, maybe it only meant one thing in these desperate times that were darkening over everyone's heads like storm clouds.

A sign of hope.

"Responsible for these actions is a man who was titled 'King' by the royal family of Astrias— royal rulers of Vale. Due to both daughters having lost their father and mother, they deemed the man to be worthy of succession for the status of 'King of Vale'. This man's name is…"

A photo came up at the top-right of the screen, as Yang's eyes gradually grew wide at the familiarity that was drawn from the photo itself.

"Jaune Arc—the now entitled King of Vale."

Her father was—to be exact—a little too surprised and nearly flipped out when his daughter randomly had come up to him and demanded to be trained with her new arm. Never did he think that she'd get out of her state of depression to actually move on her own and get to it. The sudden change of heart was so sudden he didn't even get to finish building his lego Atlesian warship set.

Just as he was depressed over his unfinished masterpiece, it dawned on him that his daughter was more important than the blocks, and got to it in terms of training with Yang with the mechanical arm. Time passed quickly over the following months, and Yang had grown more adapted to having the mechanical arm. It… didn't seem as heavy as it use to be, the longer she trained with it, and eventually grew proficient with the substitute ligament.

Many times, Yang had hit the floor flat on her back, thud after thud, and failure after failure. Her father didn't seem like it—but he was an incredibly skillful hunter when it came to close quarter combat and hand to hand. That's where she had gotten most of her training to begin with when she determined that she wanted to be a huntress one day.

"Come on, Yang. You gotta take me down some day." Her father teased with a victorious grin, a hand lowered to help his daughter up. She gratefully took it, groaning from the soreness of her back and stood backup. Taiyang took a towel from Zwei and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "I got a call from Ruby the other day." He said as Yang glanced over with curiosity.

"… Is she doing alright? What's she up to now?"

The questions made him chuckle a bit, "She's alright—she's up in Vale's palace, where the royal family of Astrias lived."

'She's with Jaune..?' The buxom blonde thought, dusting off her hands and fixing her hair.

"As it turns out, she's joined the King's forces up there as an official professional huntress. She's being trained by Glynda Goodwitch—the now-primary-assistant for the King. Personally, I think she's meant for the job, given that she was Headmaster Ozpin's former assistant. Though, I'm a little more shocked that she's also being trained by the King, along with the rest of your team." His eyes shift into wonder as he scratches his chin, "… I didn't think of Jaune as much of a professional hunter as I once heard from you guys while you guys were still in Beacon."

Now that sounded strange. Jaune? A professional hunter? Yang tried to imagine it, and she tried to imagine it hard. It felt weird that Jaune was training her former team somehow, and to make even more things hard to imagine, he could fight on their level now? Maybe even stronger than her?

"Wow…" Yang didn't know how to take this. It angered her that Jaune had gotten stronger than her and disappeared for several years… but it relieved her to know that he was alright, along with her sister. Half-sister, actually. "That's… that's amazing." She said in a flat tone.

Taiyang's smile dropped into a thin flat line before a hand rose to the top of the blonde's head, and he patted her on the head, "You still have time to grow as a huntress, Yang. Believe me. You also will have the time to grow—and grow to surpass even me. The friends you have right now is amazing. Rest against their shoulders—and they'll surely rest on yours when you guys need each other the most."

The brawler looks up to the fellow blond to see the sad smile that plastered across his lips. She was reminded of the one picture that had her father's team in it. Summer, Qrow, and her supposed mother, Raven. They were just teens—just like she is now. They must've had their dark times and their brighter times… and it eventually led their team to where they are now. Separated apart from one another.

"Let's go for another round before the daylight's gone, Yang." He stepped away and got himself into a stance, bringing his arms up and his knees buckled slightly. She saw the point, it was getting pretty late, and the sun was nearly down. Yang got herself into her own stance as well, readying herself for the oncoming spar before her instincts took ahold of her.

Her head immediately swerved to the right to move around the oncoming right jab from her father. The light amount of wind that whirled from it lapped against her cheek, and her lilac eyes trailed to Taiyang, seeing as he was already coiling and twisting back to use his other fist.

'If sis and my team are getting stronger by the day with Jaune and Professor Goodwitch, then I need to get just as strong.' The blonde brought her forearm up to block the oncoming fist.

It wasn't a punch though.

Taiyang grabbed her forearm and pressed his back against her front, bringing her vaulting over his back and upward into the air, as wide lilac eyes stared at the upside-down horizon as she was being brought back down. Her reaction wasn't fast enough to anticipate this kind of move, and her father didn't seem to take it any easier since they day they started training together.

'And even if I get strong, I still need…' Her mind projected the mental image of a white-armored blond knight who stood with his back turned to her, '… to think through anything I come across!'

Blue eyes widened—and Taiyang found himself flipped upside-down and pulled in motion through the air just above her daughter.

'What I need now… is to just do it!'

Her eyes burned with a crimson hue. Yang slammed her right foot into the ground by the time Taiyang was about to flip her onto her back again, causing the ground to crack minimally while the grass shuddered. Embers burned out from her body as she recoiled from her father's grapple throw, using the momentum she gained from being thrown over and dragged her torso forward.

Yang gritted her teeth and used whatever muscles she had in her arms to return her father the favor, hurling him straight up into the air and reverting the same move on him.

All she felt from her feet was the satisfying slam of Taiyang's back meeting the dirt. The ground shook a bit. This is where she frowned. It was only a bit. That wasn't enough power, in her eyes.

She could hear the fellow blond groaning for only a brief moment, watching as he got back up into a bouncing stance and perked a curious brow to the huntress. You could easily tell that he was impressed, given that this was the first time Yang's actually made him eat dirt in less than two minutes of a bout between them.

'… Did she just improve even more than I thought she would?' The veteran hunter pondered. He switched feet positions repetitively, bouncing on the flat of his toes when grinning towards the buxom blonde. This was interesting to him—this could potentially be her will to progress even faster.

A grin came across both of their lips.

"Kiddie gloves are off." Yang stated, smirking with a hint of malignance, "Hope you got what it takes."

"Challenge accepted."

Taiyang took a shifting-step towards her and sent a fist out again, in which Yang replied kindly by shrugging it off to the side with her forearm and brought her other as she stepped in closer. Her metallic arm bashes against his front, a single leg placed behind both of his knees as she swooped him off his feet.

In the end, Taiyang met the ground again, grinning madly and stared up at the sky.

The king opened his eyes in his slumber, laying in the tall grass that surrounded him. He stands up, dusting himself off and sighing at what already felt so familiar to him.

In this dream-like world where the land was the wilderness and the sky was an upside-down reflection of it, there was an endless stretch of trees and grasslands from above and below. It felt strange, surely enough, with the black sun sitting in the horizon, just half of it peeking out from the horizon line.

He examined the meadows around him. Majestic as it always had been, and the floating formations of rocks that were pieced out from a former mountain never did seem to change. He knew of these plains, his first encounter with a humanoid Grimm with his team and RWBY from the beginning of the crisis. Jungunges Plains.

Jaune remained stoic about the nostalgia that lingered in the air. It didn't help that this would be the first and last place he wouldn't want to be at.

Heat met his bare-skin, as he felt it from behind. Never did he think that he'd feel some kind of sensation here in this alter-reality that he was always dragged into. The blond turned around to see the amber glow that took over the lighting of the environment.

And immediately, he saw the embers that burned the outcasted civilization.

Not a single body.

Not a breath.

Not a scream.

Only fire that ate away at the collapsed homes and huts that were built on the meadows.

That had never been there before—that has never happened before, in this world he called a dreamscape. His eyes had widened at the sight of a child—a child completely layered by black, like a silhouette. A Decimator? That was in the form of a baby?

"Grimm, as they're called. Not Decimators." The heterochromian man states, his arms crossed while leaning against a burning wall. He did not express a single concern of the wall supporting some of his pressing weight. As his violet and azure eyes met Jaune's, Jaune felt his body twitch violently, as if something was tearing him apart from inside.

"Gh-..!" The king grits his teeth at the sight of the blond, clutching his chest as his knees angled, "Who… who are you?"

His breathing became ragged and restricted. There was something about this man that caused this, and it came painfully. Jaune looked to the man once again, and found that their appearance was almost strikingly similar if it weren't for the eyes and the clothing they both had.

A man who wore a longcoat with fur rimmed around the collar, his unmatching eye colors, the dark apparel. His hair was exactly like Jaune's, just longer and less curly.

"I'm… well, someone you wouldn't want to be." He states, stepping away from the wall to stand several feet away from the king. The knight pockets his hands, glancing over to the burning homes behind him, "What I am… I'm someone who's caused more damage to the world than healed it. Exiled from humanity, sacrificed for humanity, and left to bear a mark of treason against humanity."

Jaune felt uneasy about him now—but something told him that this man isn't what he says to be. This knight was overridden with what felt to be guilt.

"I'm you," The Black Knight turns back to the blond king, his eyes dimmed of any light. Voided of any treasurable bonds, "The you that's tried to save the world, and suffered for it. I've killed countless people, I've killed many of my own friends, and ended multiple instances of what would be the future."

The words he spoke stabbed him where his heart is. Blades that had no dull edge, and only meant for harming.

"But… I wasn't wrong in doing it. All of us aren't good people." The Black Knight stared coldly at the ground, his hands clenched into fists within his pockets, "We're considered the enemies of the world, and we accepted it. From you, to me, and to our past selves."

Jaune's eyes widened as he saw Crocea Mors by the knight's side, and the Crocea Mors to his side. Both radiated with the same golden color, both were equally the same. A striking resemblance like the owners to weapons.

"What we're given is the duty to fulfill that role. We give people what common enemy there is they have to face, and force them to reconsider their actions and thoughts so they have something to stand against altogether." The Black Knight draws his Crocea Mors from its sheath, and the steel of it reflects the light of the black sun that sits afar.

"You've inherited many things, you only lack the memories and knowledge that's stopped us from progressing," His face is easily read with the overridden guilt, and is added onto by a grimacing feature, "When my memories were shattered by my own doing, I hoped our progress to become what we are would come to an impasse. Clearly, I was mistaken, if you're standing here before me and see the past."

The Black Knight's eyes train on him with a hostile intent, which poured out as a thick red miasmic wave from him. Like aura, it was presented with so much malicious intent that it was visible. The fire dies out from the miasma, and the buildings come tumbling down from behind him. It devours the Grimm child that slept in the midst of the fire. The trees decay to thin bark, and the grass to a gray brown.

Just like the sun, his aura overtook the reality around them, and covered over Jaune's ankles.

It was strange.

That the person trying to kill him the most—and the person he feared now that would one day kill him was himself.

A wave of confusion blanketed over him, but only briefly. There were many questions he had to ask of him. What stopped him now was the vile presence that overpowered him. Jaune continued to watch the knight as he draws Crocea Mors from its sheath.

Both king and knight held similar stances when holding their swords, and both equally shared an expression of determination.

The longer Jaune had watched the heterochromian knight, the more something began to resurface. His environment glitched, and his mind felt fried, seeing the image of himself and a woman with wings fistbumping each other.

Never had he met this woman before, and he didn't wield a single shred of memory about her.

The king winced as the memory began burning into his mind, and already failed to realize the knight was only a step away from him before their sword was thrusting straight towards him chest.

"Stop—"

The woman in the white shroud took the knight's place, the bladed end of her scythe reaching for his chest.

"—yourself, before—"

A different individual, whose smooth palm reached for his chest.

"—you become what you don't want to be."

Her jade-white hair brushed against the non-existent breeze, and her smile was filled with remorse.

Blood levelled to his mouth as it began pouring out, "… ngh." His eyes widened as his body retreated back, coughing out the large amounts of blood that had risen from his heart.

"I am baffled by the thought that he would offer us this much land, your majesty. I am unable to refuse such though! As refusing it would be the most foolish thing I would have ever done for my people!"

The crowned blond gasped for air as he woke up, finding himself seated in a vertibird with arms crossed and head lulled. Did he fall asleep?

"You fell asleep again." Ruby mentioned as she looked to him, her lips' ends curled down into a frown, "Jaune, are you okay? You've been zoning out a lot recently."

He hesitated on nodding, "I… I'm fine, Rubes." His eyes looked back to the voice that he heard prior to Ruby's. He had forgotten that he was in a conversation with the Chieftain of Menagerie, who was busy conversing with his daughter out loud within the entire bullhead they rode in.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to get you some water?"

Her level of concern was pretty adorable, he had to admit. The blond shook his head with a light grin, "That'd help. Thanks." He patted her on the head, ignoring her little pout and blush. It wasn't surprising she used her semblance to quickly escape his hand to go get him some water on the large aircraft they were on.

'She must really hate getting patted on the head.'

Jaune turned back to the Chieftain, who was now focused on the king rather than his daughter. The moment Blake met eyes with Jaune's, he saw her stare at him profoundly for some time, which caused him to perk a brow with a small sheepish grin.

The Belladonna turned her head quickly with wide eyes to gaze out the window, sporting another similar blush that Ruby had earlier.

'Oooookay, I'll just assume everyone's getting a fever. Maybe just me—I haven't actually fell sick in a long time, now that I think about it.'

Oh, how being a protagonist works.

Blake's father primed his attention onto the blond, who returned the same amount of focus as respectfully. Quite surprising how these two were nearly the same height, but one had the most intimidating presence to have within that sole aircraft.

"You're serious though, about giving a third of Vale to me?" The Chieftain asked with his arms crossed, a sharp look to his eyes. It easily read of someone who truly did want this to be true.

"I am." The king responded without a single hint of hesitation. To this degree of business, the Chieftain sighed in relief, his shoulders slumping. What had happened at Menagerie against the Grimm forces was a life-saver, and what was being offered now was a miracle for the Faunus. A step of advancement—evolution—without the need of violence against other civilizations.

"I believe in coexistences, Chieftain." The blond said as he started to look out the same window Blake did, watching as the bird descended toward Vale, "Without it, all life is going to come to an impasse in progression. No one would ever understand one another, and all there'll be is war between warring nations and kingdoms. I hold my kingdom in the concept of a 'city'."

Ghira laughed, as he shares the same view, and smiles widely at the sight of it in anticipation, "I see. To operate it as a city would mean no one would be ruled over—and only required to follow the basic standard of rules, otherwise fine justice placed against them."

Judging from his peripheral vision, the Chieftain could see the blond nod in response before he continued, "Your vision is impressive, your majesty. It would be fine by me if you would simply call me Ghira."

"Then you can call me by my own name, Jaune. I don't have much interest being regarded as 'your majesty' or 'your highness' these days."

"As you wish! I will request my people send their ships across the sea with what supplies they need in order to make quarters here in Vale—"

"That's not necessary." Jaune interrupted without a blink, watching as a car sped down the highway with several police cars in pursuit.

Ghira looked back to the blond to inquire of what he had just said before being blasted in the face by wind. The others within the same bird felt it as well and covered their eyes, and when they could manage squinting their eyes through the torrents, they were met with the sight of Jaune holding open the side hatch open.

"I've already sent voyager airships and passenger cruisers to Menagerie hours before our conflict with the Grimm. As we speak, they've been busy loading your people onto them an hour ago and already are on the way here just in case the Grimm had managed to get past the outpost."

The Chieftain was surprised—and would've expressed it if it weren't for the fact Jaune had opened the hatch, "That's… that's amazing! But what are you doing?!"

Jaune glanced over to the tall Faunus and shrugs, "Out."

He jumped out, diving straight out of the airship as everyone within the aircraft began looking out of the bird and screamed at him.

When Yang rode into Vale, she didn't expect such variety of buildings and people to be present. Sure, some buildings looked the same as the last time she recalled Vale prior,

But Oum, did these newer buildings seem majestic.

She saw Vale back then as some typical city-kingdom with skyscrapers and tall buildings with multiple shops in them. Now? Now it was just street markets, stalls and foreign good transports from different lands and continents all converging into a single point. Did Vale become a super-kingdom when she was out recovering?

'I'll find my answers whenever I find sis and Jaune-'

Yang jerked her handle to the side, rearing Bumblebee to a stop when a sports car had zoomed by her and several other vehicles with several police cars in pursuit of it.

With a moment of thought, she took only a glance at the castle in the opposite direction of where the chase was heading and shook her head. '… after I smite some mooks.'

Her foot slams on the gas pedal, Bumblebee roaring loudly as she zipped down past the cars in a zig-zag to reach the line of police officers and tailed on the criminals.

Using this kind of scenario as a test would help her get a good grasp on Bumblebee's newest modifications. Who wouldn't be up for a test punch?

Injecting her mechanical arm into a slot located at the head of her ride, embers began burning off from the exhaust pipes and warped from an orange hue to blue. Ignoring all of the blaring police sirens and officers shouting and barking at her; the blonde brawler sped faster toward the escaping car and out-sped the police vehicles.

'Hah! I knew it! My baby can beat everything there is-!'

She almost jumped off it entirely when feeling a heavy thud behind her, causing Bumblebee to bounce down a bit before the suspensions slowly levelled it back up. Yang immediately glanced to her side-mirrors to notice the lower-half of a formally clothed man with a longcoat and white shoulder-cape, yet couldn't make out the rest of his upper-body.

That person was literally standing on the rear of Bumblebee without her consent!

"Hey, who the he-?!"

Just when Yang was about to yell at the person behind her, she found herself intimidated by the voice of the person who stopped her.

"Drive, Yang!" The man shouted, and all the brawler felt like she could do from the sheer overpowering aura was to drive as close as she could get to when it came to the sports car. She felt her sense sharpen even more when avoiding a crash incident with the rest of the vehicles.

What caught the blonde completely off guard was the fact that she heard ringing behind her. From what, you wonder?

From the man's scroll.

"Are you-?!"

"Yes? How may I help—" The familiar voice was interrupted by the man behind her.

"I need your weapon. Stand behind your bar and count to five, toss your weapon as high as you can and toward the highway."

'You're… you're kidding, right? You'd have to be crazy if you agree to that-'

"Of course, I'll get to it right away." The call ends.

"…" Yang pokerfaced at her side-mirrors as hard as she could have. Just what in Oum's name has she heard just now? "There's no way that's going to ha-"

A baseball bat flung into the air and soared overhead to where both Yang and her 'companion' was heading.

Yang Xiao Long has never felt so dumbfounded before.

A gloved hand reached out to the airborne weapon, grasping it and hit a switch for it to turn into a rocket launcher. The rocket-end of the weapon aimed toward the vehicle, as Yang stared at it hovering over her shoulder by an intimidating distance from her head to the weapon itself.

'Wait… isn't that bat…' Her eyes squinted at it briefly by the time the weapon was set off, whistling loudly and colliding with the asphalt feet away from the rear of the vehicle. When she thought the projectile had surely missed its mark entirely, it became apparent to her that this was the man's intention entirely.

-Thank Oum for her aura giving hearing insurance.

The sports car flipped into the air. Once—twice—and thrice, when it finally hit the ground, completely flipped upside-down and grinded against the streets into a halt.

"Don't stop. They have a back-up plan."

Just as Yang was going to ask what kind of back-up plan they'd have at that point, she watched as four of them crawled out from within the car and leapt over the side of the highway with gravitational dust in their hands. From there, the four escaping suspects gravitated over and landed on the back of a 20-ton cargo-less framed truck that sped the opposite direction on a separate highway bridge.

"Damn it!" The blonde brawler gritted her teeth and tried to find another method off of the highway she was on, "We need a way to catch up to them! Fast!"

"Drive over the car!" She heard him shout, and the thought of driving over a car seemed absolutely absurd to her, "Just do it!"

What's the worst that could happen though?

Bumblebee's front wheel slammed onto the toppled-over vehicle, using it as a ramp before they started to lift off the raised end of it. No matter how much she tried to blast the throttle on her baby, it simply wouldn't be enough to pick back up in terms of speed to catch up with the cargo truck.

What she forgot that the stranger remembered was that ideas were indestructible.

So feeling a blast of force whipping at them from behind wasn't something she expected, and held onto her motorcycle tightly. Her eyes trail to her side mirrors to realize that he blew up the car behind them the moment they took off and used the rocket launcher to his advantage. They were going faster than what she expected, hell, even faster than she's ever gone on Bumblebee.

As much as her heart beated rapidly at how fast they were going, Yang hadn't realized how much of a smile she had been sporting. The wind, the intensity, the adrenaline—things that she hadn't had for a long time.

"Woohoo!" The blonde brawler threw her arms up into the air as they descended onto the neighboring highway, "Does this make us best friends?!" She grinned from ear to ear.

"No, not really!"

"I'll give you twenty lien!"

"Deal!"

Bumblebee's rear tire hit the ground first and screeched. The moment the rest of Bumblebee levelled with the ground, the faster they were gaining on the escaping cargo truck with the four passengers on the rear load frame. The two could hear them barking orders at each other from where they were.

They began firing at her and her newly made best friend, which caused Yang to swerve her motorcycle in a zig-zagged pattern to avoid most of the oncoming fire.

"Do we got a plan?!" The brawler shouted behind her and focused on getting as close as she could've to the truck's rear. Being under fire is a lot harder than one may think.

"Always!" She heard her best friend reply with, then heard something above her head cock back and fire relentlessly at the squad of criminals. Each round chambered in through whatever weapon the man behind her was using, and the empty cartridges that were left behind rained down beside her head.

A thick, cylinder red rounds with gold brass on the base. Shotgun shells?

He was using shotgun shells at this far of a range?

All that dominated the sound-space that didn't keyword vehicles was gunfire from a single source—the man behind her. The bulletspread that he was unleashing on them caused them to seek cover behind something and not come out, otherwise eat a face full of lead. The moment Yang saw his legs crouch in her side mirrors, she instantly knew what he was up to next.

By him relieving his weight from the back of Bumblebee, Yang shot right up in her seat and stood on the motorcycle with him stepping over her shoulder and forcing himself forward, "Annnnnnd— bang!" Ember Celica cocked back a shell into its chamber and ignited, her fist burned the air and collided with the man's soles, creating a humanized bullet to soar across the air and land on the back of the cargo load, centering himself between the four criminals that were occupying it.

Nothing warranted that he was going to face them alone though.

The blonde brawler sped up to the escaping vehicle and yanked hard on the handles of Bumblebee, her front wheel connecting with the rear frame of the truck. Her hands twisted on the throttle, accelerating Bumblebee to the max and leapt straight into the air in order to land right beside her new best friend and grinding her ride to a stop.

Yang stepped off the motorcycle and smirked at the criminals around them, "Well then, this should be a piece of cake! You ready,-" The blonde turned around to see her companion's torso. It didn't occur to her that he was that tall…

Out of the corner of her eye, something golden gleamed brightly. The cause of it was the golden bracelet that was around their wrist.

Wait.

She sported a risen brow and remembers that object. It looked exactly like Ember Celica.

Yang looked up to the individual, traveling from their chest and to their face. Her expression shifts from a carefree grin to a gradual stupefied gaze.

"Well well, that… that's a plot twist. Whoever knew my new best friend would be the resident lady killer-?"

His hand immediately grabbed her shoulder and pulled her aside, narrowly avoiding a bullet that fired from one of their enemy's guns.

She stared up at him with wide eyes, almost curling up in his hold when it practically looked like she was tucked and snugged against his side from being pulled aside so suddenly.

"At least invite me to dinner first!"

"Now's not the time, Yang!"

- Terrible; Terrible Puns -

I'm actually not good with puns. Please share good ones in the reviews for me. I'll use them, I swear. Quack.

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