Ruby sat on the edge of her bed, yawning and stretching her arms above her head to shake off her sleepiness. Normally, she would wake up full of energy, but apparently even a full night of sleep hadn't been enough for her to recover from the previous day's excitement. She wondered if every day would be like this from now on.

She got up and cast a look at her sister. Yang was sleeping soundly at the edge of her cage, covered by a brown, fuzzy blanket. Ruby smiled, happy that the night hadn't been too rough for her.

The redhead frowned as she prepared half a dozen of sandwiches for herself. She felt weird, as if she were forgetting something very important.

"Yang? Check," she mumbled under her breath. "Didn't sleep late? Yep. Hmm…" And then it hit her. "Blake!"

Ruby took a sandwich and sped outside and around the house. She found Blake tucked under her blanket, a peaceful expression on her sleeping face. The young Guardswoman stared at her hesitantly, not sure if she should wake the faunus up or not.

"Well, she must be hungry…" She whispered to herself, then slowly reached forward to poke Blake on the shoulder.

As soon as Ruby's finger connected, Blake's eyes shot open. With a screech, she jumped away from the redhead girl, inadvertently slamming her body against the wall of the house behind her.

"Blake!" Ruby exclaimed, astonished by the unexpected reaction. "It's me, Ruby!"

Blake looked at her with wide eyes, not parting from the wall. After a while, her breathing slowed to a normal pace. She looked away, seemingly embarrassed by her own actions.

"Sorry," she said briefly. "I don't have good memories of being woken by another person."

"Ah," Ruby wasn't sure what to say in response. "…Do you want a sandwich?"

Blake eyed the food suspiciously, but eventually took it from Ruby's hands and gave a small bite. Her eyes lit up as she felt the unfamiliar taste, and in a matter of seconds, the whole sandwich was gone.

"Wow. You eat almost as fast as me!" Ruby noted, impressed. "Do you want more?"

"Yes!" Blake exclaimed immediately. Then she looked down at her feet, as if she had committed a huge mistake and would be chastised for it. "I-I mean… If you'll allow it."

"Uh, sure," Ruby shrugged, thinking her new friend had a weird way of being polite. "Just follow me inside. Yang will be so happy to meet you!"

Before Blake could say anything, Ruby walked away. The faunus looked around nervously with half a mind to run away while she had the chance. But her stomach was growling, and now that she had felt the taste of real food, she just couldn't resist, so she followed Ruby.

As they neared the front door, Blake mentally steeled herself for meeting this Yang person. She couldn't be too bad, surely, if she was Ruby's sister. At least she wouldn't be a racist, which was more than could be said from most humans Blake had met in her life.

When they entered the house, Ruby gasped and spun, her hands flying upward to cover Blake's eyes. The faunus hissed and ducked, then ran to a corner far away from the redhead.

"Good day, Ruby!" An unknown voice came from the other side of the room. "Who's your friend?"

Blake's face turned even paler than usual when she faced the source of the voice, a girl with long blond hair and violet eyes. She was smiling friendly to her, which should have put Blake at ease, but there was one fact that got in the way of that.

"Yang!" Ruby exclaimed embarrassedly. "You're naked!"

Yang looked down at herself and sighed, as if this wasn't the first time something like that happened. She wrapped herself with a blanket and exited her… cage, then set about to find an outfit to wear.

"Should I… be here?" Blake asked, her fear completely replaced by uneasiness.

"Oh, don't worry. This happens all the time!" Yang pointed out as she put on a skirt. "I'm Yang, by the way. And you are…?"

"Blake." The faunus answered cautiously.

Ruby appeared beside her, offering three sandwiches at once, as if they were a peace offering of sorts, which Blake accepted in a heartbeat.

When Yang was finally done dressing, she looked at Blake quizzically, then at her little sister.

"So, why did you bring a faunus to our house?" She asked.

Blake froze. The question was spoken in a genuine tone of voice, without a hint of anger or prejudice, but it still unnerved her. None of the siblings seemed to notice it, as Ruby looked at the ceiling with a coy expression on her face.

"I found her last night. Blake has nowhere to go, so I… offered her a place to stay…" She explained meekly, knowing her words wouldn't be well received.

"Yes, because that is a sensible thing to do. It's not like there is a death penalty for hiding a faunus from the Guard," Yang said, putting her hands on her hips. "Honestly, Ruby… Sometimes I don't know what goes on inside your head."

Ruby crossed her arms and pouted in a way that was certainly not appropriate for a girl her age. Yang sighed, then gestured to Blake with a hand.

"You can stay," she said. "But if you endanger us, I'll personally kick you out the door."

Blake nodded silently. She still wasn't comfortable with the arrangement, but she supposed she would have better luck staying with these two odd, but nonetheless welcoming sisters, than on her own.

Yang looked down at herself to make sure there was nothing wrong with her clothing, then walked towards the door. Before crossing the doorway, she looked back at Blake and pointed at the ground sternly.

"You don't step past this line, alright?" She ordered, and received another silent nod in response. "Good. Have a nice day. Don't cross the princess, Ruby!"

Ruby stuck her tongue out at Yang as she walked away. Blake frowned, not understanding that last exchange, but she was too shy to ask about it.

"Well, I'm off to work too," Ruby said after swallowing half a dozen sandwiches in less than thirty seconds. "I'll be back by nightfall!"

"Wait!" Blake exclaimed without thinking about it first. "…What am I supposed to do all day?"

Ruby looked around the house thoughtfully for a few seconds before her face lit up and she darted to a drawer. After opening it, she retrieved a book from it and offered it to Blake.

"Here!" The redhead said excitedly. "That's my favorite book! It's about fairy tales. Heroes and dragons, you know?"

"Ah," Blake looked at the cover of the book weirdly. "Yes. Thank you. I'll… read it…"

Ruby nodded, then ran off the house.

Blake continued to stare at the book, a sense of helplessness filling her. After a while, she put it down on a bed and sat on the cold floor, not knowing what else to do with her free time.

The castle was oddly quiet as Weiss made her way through its long corridors, nothing but faint whispers and footsteps reaching her ears. The previous day's ruckus had clearly shaken the nobility – and though the princess would like to think it was because her life had almost been ended, she knew it was more likely that the nobles were afraid for their own lives.

She had received word upon leaving her room that general Ozpin had doubled the Guard in the castle, and so Weiss had come across more than a few soldiers. The sight of so many guns and swords ready to jump to her defense was comforting, but she would be lying if she said she didn't feel vulnerable. All it would take to kill her was a well-timed bullet, as yesterday had demonstrated.

She was nearing the throne room when she caught a glimpse of something red to her right. There weren't words to describe her relief as she turned to face who she thought was Ruby… But then she was surprised to notice it was the Lady Summer, a red cloak fixed around her shoulders as she walked in a curiously fast manner.

"Lady Summer!" Weiss exclaimed, hoping to slow down the woman for a brief conversation.

Summer spun around and reached behind her back, as if to draw an unseen weapon. Once she noticed it was Weiss who had called her, though, she hurried to correct her mistake with an elaborate bow.

"Princess. My apologies, I did not realize it was you," she said. "I'm afraid everyone is jumpy as of late… Even I."

She smiled roguishly, making Weiss wonder if she was jesting with her. As far as Weiss knew, Summer was as much a fighter as any other Valesian noble, which did not mean much at all.

"I'm guilty of the same," the princess said. "Where are you going that you have to walk so quickly, and with a cloak on your shoulders, no less?"

"The town, of course," Summer replied. "I like to eat my bread warm, and the best bakeries are not in the castle… But don't let chef Port know I said that."

"I see," Weiss found the motive rather odd, but Summer wasn't the most conventional of people, so she decided to let the matter go. "I just wanted to thank you for your kind visit last night. It calmed down enough to allow me to sleep."

"It was my pleasure," the redhead noble fumbled with her cloak, as if she were anxious to leave. "I'm afraid I don't have much time for pleasantries, my princess. Might I go, now?"

Though she was slightly offended by how abruptly their conversation had ended, Weiss nodded her consent. Summer curtsied briefly, then turned and walked away, her steps echoing loudly throughout the castle halls.

Weiss managed to take three steps before being surprised again. Ruby appeared, racing around a corner with a hand on her pistol. The princess gasped and steeled herself, thinking they were under attack.

"Princess!" The redhead girl huffed in relief, wiping the sweat off her brow. "P-pardon me!"

"Pardon you?" Weiss asked confusedly. "For what reason?"

"I'm… I'm late!" Ruby exclaimed. To the princess's fright, she then dropped to her knees and hugged her legs. "I'm so sorry! I got up early, but I got distracted by the smell of food, and then I realized a whole hour had passed, and I had to run back here, and I'm so, so sorry!"

For the first time in her life, Weiss was speechless. She had dealt with overly excited servants before, but none of them had talked so fast, and much less hugged her legs. Most people would rather put their hand inside a burning fireplace than dare touch the princess heir.

"It's… It's alright, Ruby. You're pardoned." Weiss managed to say after a while.

"Oh, thank you!" Ruby yelled. "You're the best princess I've ever met!"

"…Can you let go of my legs now?"

Ruby shuffled to her feet embarrassedly, then assumed a rigid posture, as if she were a battle-hardened veteran, and not a sixteen-years-old girl. Weiss cleared her throat, trying to regain her regal air. However, there was one question bothering her greatly.

"How many princesses have you met, Ruby?" She asked suspiciously.

"Only you, my princess." Ruby answered immediately.

Weiss stared at her, trying to divine if she was being played for a fool or if Ruby hadn't realized the mistake in her words. After a while, Weiss just shook her head and decided to not trouble herself with the matter anymore.

"I am going to see my sister in the throne room now," she said. "I expect you to be prepared to defend me at a moment's notice."

"Yes!" Ruby exclaimed dutifully, then frowned. "I mean… Yes, milady!"

Weiss held back a sigh and started to walk again, Ruby following close behind. The princess wondered if every day would go like this from then on.

Blake peered over the edge of the roof she was laying down on, her sensitive nose picking up on tens of different delicious smells coming from the town square below.

After hours of doing nothing at Ruby's house, the faunus had taken a hash decision and left, even though Yang had prohibited it. She doubted either of the sisters would notice, as long as she got back before they did.

Now, as she watched over the happening in the town, she wondered if she should even come back at all. The Guard's presence did not seem as overwhelming as yesterday's, and that had been the main reason she had sought a safe, hidden place to stay at. And she wouldn't go hungry in the streets – with so many busy vendors, she could probably manage to steal a few small pieces for herself.

Her stomach growled at the thought of food. Blake hesitated for a brief moment, feeling nervous about the sheer amount of humans nearby, before dropping down to the alleyway beside the house she had climbed on top of. She took a deep breath to gather her courage, then walked into the square with a serene expression on her face.

Not a minute passed before a woman screeched and pointed at her. Blake's eyes widened. Suddenly she was surrounded by humans from every direction, and behind those came soldiers running at her, brandishing spears and firearms.

"Guard!"

"A beast! A beast!"

"Get it, get it!"

Blake turned and took off in a sprint. One of the civilian men stood in her way, but she jumped over him, even going so far as to gain more momentum by kicking at the back of his head. She rushed through the air and landed on a roof ungracefully, crashing against the hard tiles and almost rolling back down to the ground.

The Guard followed her, one of them drawing a pistol and shooting. A bullet cut the air beside her right ear. She had been scared enough already, but that was the breaking point. Without hesitation, Blake got to her feet and ran as fast as she could, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, somehow avoiding all the bullets being shot in her direction.

After minutes upon minutes of running, she slowed down, having finally managed to lose the soldiers. Blake fell down on her back, breathing heavily and with feeling sick at the stomach.

She was never leaving the house again.

"Yes, I assure you, the matter in being taken care of. General Ozpin himself is managing the castle Guard. Your chambers have never been safer."

Winter forced a smile to the latest noble in a long line before the throne. She had expected something like this to happen, but for more than a hundred different noble families to come bothering her about their security… It was too much, even for her famous patience.

The worst of the situation is that, for the past two hours, she had been able to see her little sister waiting at a corner of the throne room. The one person who had the right to be making demands of her was the also the only one courteous enough to not do it.

Before the next noble could approach her, Winter stood up and raised an open palm.

"This has been enough for the day. I ask forgiveness of those that I could not answer directly. Just know that you have nothing to fret about," she said. When the crowd before her began an uproar, her eyes straight and she spoke once again, this time with an elevated tone of voice. "Enough. You are free to leave."

Polite words, but their meaning was very clear. The nobles left as one, now quiet and solemn.

Weiss finally came before her, hands on her hips and a fierce look on her eyes. She opened her mouth to utter some heated statement, but then cut herself short and looked behind her at a redhead soldier than had followed her a tad too closely.

"Ruby," the princess's tone was a combination of annoyance and disbelief. "You don't need to keep so close to me. Wait back at the doors."

"Right! Yes! Pardon me, my princess!" The soldier yelled, then winced and looked at Winter. "Pardon me, my queen!"

"Ruby!"

"Right! I'll be over there!"

Winter stared in silent wonder as the so-called Ruby trotted off to the entrance of the room. She wasn't allowed to muse for too long, however, as Weiss was now glaring at her again.

"So," the princess said. "I almost got killed yesterday."

"Yes. I'm very sorry about that. That faunus should never have gotten inside the castle, much less to you," Winter stated. "Ozpin will make sure it never happens again. I trust him to do an impeccable job."

"That's not the issue," Weiss crossed her arms and looked away. "You did not even bother to visit me after it happened. Lady Summer was there for me."

Winter's gaze softened for a moment, but then her stare morphed into something else, though Weiss couldn't tell if it was suspicion or worry.

"You seem to have gotten awfully close with her as of late," she pointed out. "Is there something you want to tell me, Weiss?"

The princess's face reddened with fury. From anyone else, she might have taken the question as a joke, but not Winter. Her sister's last joke had come when she wasn't yet queen.

"No. As I said, she was there for me," Weiss said curtly. "Not you."

"I'm sorry," Winter's voice contradicted her words. "I couldn't simply leave the council in the wake of such a drastic event, even if you were a victim of it. I have always made clear what comes first for the ruler of Vale."

"Not family." The princess said bitterly, then turned and walked away without another word.

She shoved the doors open, too furious to bother behaving elegantly. She could hear Ruby following behind her, but she didn't cast a single glance to her.

"Wow," Ruby said after a while. "That was really… sad."

Weiss grinded to a halt, then looked at her bodyguard with shock and confusion.

"What?!" She asked loudly.

"You and the queen, I mean. I just think it's really sad that she didn't come to see you," Ruby explained meekly. "Though you were quite harsh with her too."

"Excuse me?" Weiss's rage resurfaced. "You're not here to share your uninformed opinions with me! In fact, you shouldn't even talk to me unless strictly necessary!"

Ruby looked down at her feet and nodded slightly. Weiss's gaze was fixed on her, as if she were waiting to see if she had anything else to say.

"Good. Now you understand. And, before you ask a hundred times, you are pardoned," Weiss said. "And I wasn't too harsh. Winter is always like that. My duty this, my duty that. Duty to the kingdom, of course, and nothing else."

"Uhm…" Ruby looked at her frightfully. "Do you want me to respond…?"

"No, you dolt!" The princess exclaimed. "I'm going back to my chambers."

She took off in a rigid march. Ruby followed, punching herself mentally for being so untactful.

Pyrrha took a deep breath as she left the oppressive walls of the castle and entered the open air. Back in her home kingdom of Mistral, nowhere felt so tight and imprisoning as Vale. A few days after her arrival, she had taken the habit of going on strolls as frequently as she could, so she didn't feel sick by staying inside.

Not that she hated Vale – there were many things she found beautiful and admirable about it. The townspeople, for one, seemed much closer together, perhaps because of the dangerous location they lived in. The winter season, as terrible as it was, was also quite fantastic in her eyes. The way a blizzard concealed the town in a snowy globe, while still allowing everyone inside to look up at the sky, was breathtaking.

And, of course, the warriors. She had traveled to many places and met their men and women of battle, but none of them matched the skill and strength of the Valesians. Most of all, there seemed to burn a fire inside every soldier in the kingdom, an undying determination to see themselves and their loved ones through the harshest of times – being it winter or war.

Consequently, she had spent a lot of her time searching for someone to teach her their ways. She was already powerful enough in her own right, but her masters had taught her a true warrior should seek to learn at least a little bit from every people they met.

Unfortunately, the Vale soldiers did not seem to share her enthusiasm about battle. Coupled with the recent assassination attempt of the princess heir, that made it very difficult for her to convince to spar with her, even for a minute.

Well, except for one of them. Jaune Arc had been happy to oblige her requests, though he seemed very awkward compared to his fellow Guardsmen. She hoped he would agree to repeat their session at least once more.

After a few minutes of walking around the outer castle gardens, she finally spotted the boy standing on top of the walls surrounding the keep, sword and shield at the ready. Pyrrha grinned and decided to surprise him.

She ran and jumped towards the wall, her feet clashing against it as she sprinted her way upward. She finished her ascension with an elaborate flip of her body, landing just to his right.

Jaune yelped and let go of his sword, which went flying over the rail. He clumsily reached forward to retrieve from thin air before it fell down below, but in doing it, almost fell too. Pyrrha grabbed by the back of his uniform and hauled him back.

"Sorry!" She exclaimed. "I didn't mean to startle you!"

"I-I wasn't startled," Jaune said nervously. "Alright, maybe I was startled. But it's not every day a girl runs up the wall and falls standing up by my side!"

"Sorry," she apologized again. She repeated the word so often, he was beginning to wonder if it was some sort of catchphrase. "Are you on guard?"

"Yes," he huffed. "It's the most boring job in the kingdom."

Pyrrha smiled in sympathy. She thought it was an important duty to carry, but she supposed she would be bored too if she were in his place. She looked down at his weapons and frowned.

"Let's suppose a group of White Fang comes to assault the castle. After you sound the warning bells, how would you fight them without firearms?" She asked.

"Firearms?" Jaune repeated anxiously. "I'm not good with those. When the other novices and I went to practice, my pistol blew up in my face. The General said I should stick to a sword and a shield from then on."

"But… Firearms can't just blow up like that, unless they're defective," she drew her rifle from behind her back and shook it slightly. "It's completely safe… Though I suppose if you somehow tampered with the powder…"

"Uh, yeah… The powder," Jaune forced a laugh. "My pistol must have been defective, I guess."

Pyrrha doubted the general would distribute defective weaponry to the novices, but she decided to not argue. Firearms were very powerful, but she much preferred the classics like blades and shields, so Jaune was still a good sparring partner.

That thought made her remember why she had come to see him in the first place. Pyrrha opened her mouth to ask him if he wanted to spar after his shift was over, but then she noticed how tired he looked. He must have been standing there for hours already.

She shook her head and decided to not bother him. Uttering a brief farewell, she turned and began to leave, but he gripped her by the arm, halting her movement.

"Don't you want you to see the sunset?" He asked curiously.

She frowned confusedly. As far as she knew, the sunset wasn't visible during the Vale winter, as there was always a blizzard in the way. But then she looked behind him and noticed a strange glow in the horizon. The orange of sunlight and the white of the snow mixed together and rained down on the whole city.

Pyrrha's eyes wavered as she smiled.

"Wow. I didn't know something like this existed," she muttered. "It's breathtaking."

"I know, right? It's why I volunteered for guard duty today," Jaune said. "No matter how tedious it gets, it's worth it for this this view."

"Yes. Thank you for showing it to me, Jaune," Pyrrha hugged him. "Can we watch it again tomorrow?"

Jaune nodded, then stood there awkwardly as she hugged him. It was both disconcerting and unbelievable that a girl like Pyrrha was giving him so much attention. With that in mind, he could only come to one conclusion about the hug…

It had to be another strange Mistralian custom.

For the rest of the day, Weiss was snappy and impatient, and made a point to keep Ruby at the farthest possible distance away from her at all times. The young soldier would have been upset at the treatment, if she didn't think the princess had legitimate reason for being that way. Ruby knew if Yang were to cast her aside for any reason at all, she would act just like Weiss.

Maybe a little less, though.

When dusk came, she was relieved from duty by a pair of soldiers that would guard the princess's room throughout the night. Ruby was very happy to leave the castle, mostly because she wasn't half as tired as she was by the end of the previous day.

She arrived at home half an hour later, slowly opening the door as if she were some kind of invader. Blake was sitting on the floor, eyeing her fingers distractedly, but she got up as soon as she heard Ruby come in.

"Hi," the redhead said awkwardly. "How was your day?"

"It was… nice," there was a suspicious pause to Blake's speech, though Ruby might have just imagined it. "What about yours?"

"Oh, it was fine. Stood around. Got yelled at by the princess heir…"

Just like in the morning, Blake latched on to her words. So Ruby did work for the royal family, in some way or another. The thought was disconcerting for the faunus, but she decided to not say anything about it.

"Did you like the book?" Ruby asked.

"Huh?" Blake frowned, not understanding what she was talking about.

"The book. Fairytales?" The redhead tilted her head to the side curiously. "Did you like it?"

"I…" The faunus looked at her feet shamefully. "I don't know how to read."

Ruby stared at her confusedly for a few seconds, then slapped herself in the forehead.

"I'm so sorry! That was so stupid of me!" she said, halfway between embarrassment and guilt. Of course Blake didn't know how to read – she was an escaped slave, where would she have learned to read?

"Don't worry about it," Blake said somberly. "I should have said something before."

That wasn't enough to alleviate Ruby of her guilt, though. She paced around the house, thinking of a way to make up for her blunder. Suddenly, her face lit up and she ran to the book and then to Blake.

"I'll teach you!" She exclaimed.

"W-what?" Blake shook her head. "No! That's…" She fished for an excuse, not sure why she was so resistant to the idea herself. "You don't have to."

"I want to, though," Ruby spoke with such finality, Blake was forced to accept it was going to happen. "I guess we should start with the letters… Wait a moment, I need pen and paper… Pen and paper…"

As Blake watched helplessly as Ruby wandered around the house, trying to find the utensils necessary for the job, fear began to flood her system. What if she couldn't understand any of what Ruby tried to teach her? What if they spent weeks on the effort, and she wasn't able to read even a small sentence? This kind of fear was new to her, and even more terrifying because of it.

"Uhm…" She gulped, trying to find a way to stall the inevitable. "Where's your sister?"

"Yang? Tonight's the night. I mean, the night night," Ruby stopped her search and bit on her lower lip. "I guess we never explained it to you, did we?"

"No!" Blake exclaimed, relieved that she had somehow succeeded in her plan. "You should probably explain it now."

"I guess," Ruby sighed. "The sooner the better."

The redhead sat on the edge of her bed and tapped her foot on the ground. She had never explained Yang's… condition, to anyone before. A wrong choice of wording could result in Blake running away, so she had to be very careful.

"Let me put it this way… Yang draws her power from the Moon. She's really, really tough. You could shoot her repeatedly, and she wouldn't get hurt." Ruby told.

Blake's eyebrows rose slowly as she listened. It already sounded like a tall tale.

"The thing is, there are certain nights of the month when the Moon is highest. Not exactly, it's like… It's position… Look, I'm not a scientist. Not even Yang knows exactly what triggers it," Ruby shook her head in frustration. "These nights affect her really badly. She loses control of herself and… gets very violent."

"…That explains the nakedness this morning," Blake noted. "So yesterday had a night like those?"

"Today too. It's like a cycle. Seven nights, the fourth being the worst one for her," the redhead winced. "And that's tonight. She gets so wild, we decided it was best for her to be outside the city."

Blake took a moment to take in all the facts, then slowly nodded her head.

"That's it?" Ruby asked worriedly. "You're not scared or anything?"

"Not really. You two seem to have the situation under control," the faunus said. "Besides, Yang seems like a handy person to have around if the Guard comes looking for faunus."

"I'm glad you're taking it so well!" Ruby exclaimed happily. "Now, let's get to the learning!"

Blake cursed herself mentally, regretting moving through the conversation so quickly. Now she would have to face her cruel fate.

The blizzard howled in Yang's ears as she walked away from Vale's outer walls. She was still in control of herself, but each step she took became harden than the last, and her fists were clenching without her wishing it.

The way she was clothed, with only a skirt and a cotton shirt, anyone else would have frozen to death already. But the Moon's power was seeping into her in full, generating heat around her body as if she were a living furnace.

In the whiteness of the horizon, she began to see red eyes popping into existence, together with predatory howls and snarls. Grimm surrounded her from all sides, eyeing her like a dinner ready for the taking.

She smiled.

Violet to red.

Time for the hunt.

Oh dayum.

This chapter turned out to be pretty long. I did not expect this size at all. I think this might be the average length this story!

To clarify your questions about the technology in this story. This setting is pretty much pre-Industrial Revolution stuff (which is not Victorian Era, as far I know. I just use that to describe it because that's kinda easier to picture at first read. If someone knows a better short word for description, I would appreciate if you shared it). So we have firearms, but not modern ones. For all intents and purposes, it doesn't make much difference, because they're practically the same as in the show.

Thank you very, very much for the reviews, follows and favorites! I really appreciate you guys reading this story! Thaaank you!

-Zeroan