Im back my babies! Yeah writers block does that to you.

Well here you go! Enjoy!

Yang stood there, fists clenched and tears streaming down her face. How could she let this happen? Why couldn't she make it on time to save her? Why did this have to happen to her baby sister? Guilt flooded through her along with many other emotions.

The blonde fell to her knees and stared at the gravestone in front of her,

Ruby Rose, Warrior, Leader, Sister. Hero to many, Friend to all. May you rest in peace forever and more.

Yang leaned forward and clenched her hands tightly to the edges of the grave. In her mind she could hear her sister's voice haunt her, "You're the best sis!" How could she be the best when she couldn't even protect her younger sister?!

After releasing her death grip on her sister's grave and looked up at the sky, hoping this was a dream. She brought a hand up to her neck and touched the torn piece of the red cap that hung on her sister's shoulders 24/7. But now, instead of being on their leaders shoulders, it hung on different places of her teams bodies. Yang had placed hers around her neck, Blake had hers tied to her left bicep, and Weiss, well the heiress had hers in her ponytail. Once a cape, now pieces to remind them of the young fearless leader.

Yang's eyes grew red and her golden locks burst into flames, she screamed at the sky. Angry at the world for taking her baby sister, angry at the doctors for not being able to save her, angry at Torchwick and Cinder for distracting her from Ruby, angry at herself that she didn't get to her younger sister fast enough. Just angry.

Yang's voice was gone from screaming, her throat raw and dry. She collapsed to the ground, letting the snow cast a blanket of white over her. She knew she had to return to Becon soon, back to the room that once held all of Team RWBY, but now haunted her with memories of the hyper 15 year old. But she didn't want to, she didn't want to return to Becon, the school that trained hunters and huntresses, the school that Ruby wanted so desperately to get into, the school that held Professer Ozpin, the headmaster who welcomed Ruby in with warm arms, even though she was 2 years behind. But for now, Yang gave up, her eyes returned to the lilac color they always were, and her beloved hair were freed of their flaming prison.

"Yang." Oh great she was hearing things now. She looked up anyways expecting to be alone and going crazy, but no. Yang gasped and scrambled to her knees, there in front of her was her sister, Ruby Rose in her usual outfit, minus the torn cape that now hung from Yang's neck.