*Disclaimer; I do not own 'RWBY'. All rights reserved to their respective owners. As the title suggests, it appears the Glynda has been looking into... adoption. Let's see how it goes. Enjoy, and feel free to review.*


"Glynda." Ozpin said, as he held the front door to his home open, revealing two small children with suitcases. He had just finished brewing a fresh cup of coffee, about to fetch the morning paper, only to come across a very peculiar sight before him.

"Yes, Ozpin, dear?" Glynda, Ozpin's wife, said as she made her way to the front door to the kitchen. She herself was just about to go into the home's den area to read, seeing as she had no plans for the day, until her husband called for her.

"Why am I looking at two red and yellow girls with suitcases?" The girls in question, matter-of-factly, were just standing there, staring at the older couple. The blonde girl was watching Ozpin and Glynda with wary eyes, holding a protective arm around the smaller girl. The smaller girl, this one a brunette, stood directly behind the blonde girl, peeking from behind a lock of hair.

"Well." Glynda began. "I may have been looking into some adoption centers. Remember how we said we should have kids in our time?"

"Yes. But-" Before Ozpin could argue with Glynda's statement, a middle-aged man appeared behind the two girls. He wore a policeman's uniform, cap and all, which surprised the old couple. The man's face was scruffy looking, his red eyes bearing a semblance of reminder to Ozpin. "Qrow? Qrow Branwen, is that you?"

The policeman, now revealed as an old student's of his, simply smiled with a small chuckle. "Hey, Oz. Hey Goodwitch. Good to see you both still kicking after all these years. How've you two been?"

"'Kicking', as you had put it." Ozpin said, taking a sip from his mug. Looking down, he finally remembered as to how the conversation started. "And, who might you two be?"

"M-my name's Yang." The little blonde girl replied meekly, all the while trying to look brave. "Yang Xiao Long-Rose. I'm Seven."

"Xiao Long?" Glynda wondered. "Why does that sound familiar?" Before Glynda could think further, a smaller voice spoke up, this one belonging to the little brunette behind Yang.

"I'm Ruby... Ruby Rose! I'm Five!" The brunette said the last part quite loudly, before retreating back behind Yang.

"Rose?" Ozpin questioned. "Wait, are they-?"

"Taiyang Xiao Long's, Summer Rose's, and Raven Branwen's children. Yeah, it's complicated." Once Qrow finished hi statement, Glynda and Ozpin stood there with their mouths agape like fish. "If I may come in, I can explain everything the best way I can."

"O-of course." Ozpin said, recovering. "Do, come in."


It was a rather long and quiet awkward moment. The three adults seated in the living room, Glynda and Ozpin on the couch and Qrow on the recliner, and Ruby and Yang playing with some toys from one of the suitcases on the center coffee table. "Where to begin..." Qrow said wistfully.

"I'd like to start off by saying that it was quite interesting hearing that Ruby and Yang, the daughters of the people we once knew back when Ozpin and I were instructors at Beacon, wounded up in Foster care."

"Right." Qrow sighed. "Well, it happened well after graduating from Beacon High. Taiyang, Raven, Summer and I all had plans for the future, but those plans separated us all into different paths. Summer became a Registered Nurse, and, as you can see, I became a police officer."

"But what about Raven and Taiyang?" Glynda asked. "Last I remember, Taiyang was quite the troublemaker but quite a good student. As for Raven..."

"She liked to skip school time and time again, but I helped her get her life back on track before it was too late. Eventually after graduation, she and Taiyang got married. Big surprise for me there, but apparently the two had started dating during Junior year."

"I see." Ozpin said. He remembered when he was acting principal, and he would always get suspicious of the student's behavior. "However; I wish to know as to what happened that caused all this," Ozpin gestured to the current situation around them, "to begin."

Qrow sat back on the recliner, looking up at the ceiling as he looked back at those simpler times. "It all began after Tai and Raven got married. The two officially hit it off, and during the honeymoon, Raven accidentally wounded up pregnant with Yang. After the couple got back, Raven wasn't the same as she used to be. That being said, she behaved like every other pregnant woman would; mood swings, cravings, etcetera.

"Of course it wasn't until several months later, back in January, when it all went downhill for Tai. You see, after Yang was born, Raven packed her things and fled before Tai could even get a single word in. So, there he was with a baby and no mother to look after their child. Thankfully, he got smart and had called up an old friend of his."

"Summer Rose." Glynda added, Qrow nodding in response.

"After he explained his situation to Summer, the woman insisted on playing 'step-mom' for Yang until Taiyang could support his daughter on his own."

"Sounds reasonable." Ozpin said.

Qrow, on the other hand, seemed downcast. "But, that's where the problem laid." It was then that Qrow looked to his two nieces. "Yang, Earmuffs." Almost immediattely, Yang stopped what she was doing, and covered her ears as hard as she could. Ruby followed suit, mimicking her older's actions. "Tai... wasn't at the right mindset at the time. Sure, he was smart for calling Summer for help, but- hell, I don't know what got into him!" Qrow rubbed the top of his head viciously with both his hands, groaning in frustration. It was then that he looked at the two other's with what could only be described with one word: pain.

"Taiyang raped Summer."

Glynda nearly spat her coffee out at those words, and Ozpin would've dropped his had he forgotten the two youngster's that were nearly at his feet. "What?!" Ozpin nearly yelled.

Qrow simply nodded. "Taiyang put Yang in her crib, made the call, cornered her and forced it."

"W-when did you learn about this?!" Glynda said, obviously exasperated.

"Two months ago." Glynda was nearly brought to tears. "The incident in question occurred nearly five years ago, just before February 1st. Summer called me up, saying that she didn't know what else to do, and that Taiyang was hurting her and the two kids. So, as any law enforcement agent would do, I went to investigate. Little did I know that a simple check up on an old friend would turn into a hostage situation."

Ozpin's grip on his mug tightened, afraid of what Qrow was going to say next. But, he needed to keep hi resolve just so he could better understand he situation. "We eventually managed to get through to Tai, but... he figured, if he wasn't going to see his kids again, then no one would."

"So," Glynda spoke up. "He-"

"Shot Summer. It was an accident, of course, because he was aiming for the kids. But, Summer didn't want them hurt, so the second he aimed, she jumped in front of them, taking the hit. Right. Here." Qrow pointed to the exact spot his heart was at. Glynda couldn't take it anymore and had to go find the restroom to wash her face, before she started crying. Ozpin's reaction was different; he wanted to find Taiyang and kill the man for doing such harmful actions. "He was arrested for attempted murder, domestic violence, child endangerment, assault with a deadly weapon and third degree murder."

"M-murder...?" Ozpin's hands were now shaking violently at what he just heard.

Qrow answered for him. "Summer Rose passed away on June 30th, 2017. A single gunshot wound to the chest, killing her instantly. We rushed in, but we were too late. Taiyang was arrested, and since then has been kept behind bars to this day. He's lost custody of both his kids, and hasn't been in contact with any of us since."

Ozpin was at a loss for words. Back when he was principal, the elderly man knew Taiyang had sometimes been known to lose his cool every now and then. But, to rape someone, therefore committing a crime, was something the couple far expected from the younger. "What was his sentencing?"

"11 years, no parole."