A/N: Second day of Blitz got moved up, this time it was another 10 hour spree.

Blitz Day 2, Writing Chunk 1

Same Ole Story

The life of a huntress was not always exciting. In fact, a good deal of it was paperwork and aggravation. Yang was starting to find that out. She sighed as she looked over the forms for damages caused by none other than Beacon students. She knew scuffles in the streets were bad news, but this?

"Woah…" She lamented, frowning as she saw the list of damages. Ruby's new team title RWB showed up alongside of JNPR. "That's a whole lot of cash, should have known Nora was involved, though." Then again, if she had been with the seven delinquents, she was sure part of the damages would have been caused by her own bluster as well.

"Those costs will come from the school's coffers." Glynda said quite unhappily, arms crossed as she clutched her riding crop in one hand. "They'll pay dearly for this one. Honestly, the nerve of those kids. What were they thinking, taking on two members of the White Fang all on their own?"

"They're just children, Glynda." He soothed. "We were young once too."

"White Fang?" Yang's lilac eyes darkened. She knew exactly why. "What kind of fight are we talkin' about here? Was it just a street rumble or…" She didn't dare think it was a planned assault. Blake and the others knew better than that.

"We suspect it was just some sort of misunderstanding." The grey haired man said from behind his desk. "However, you have been reporting that the streets were free of any White Fang membership. It does beg the question of what exactly sparked this particular disagreement."

"Are you sure it was White Fang members they were fighting?" Yang asked, to which Ozpin nodded. "Freaky...well okay then. I don't know anything about that exact fight." Still, she had a newfound appreciation to Ozpin. A very angry store clerk had barked at the headmaster over broken windows and cracked sidewalk pavement, and that was only one phone call of many. Then, Yang began to laugh. "Bet it was Nora who smashed the pavement…"

"I have no doubts." Glynda retorted, only to have Yang snicker at her. "I fail to see what's so funny about this."

"The lack of damages. Come on, you know those teams just as well as I do." Yang said. She had done so much worse, and would likely do so in the future. "Besides, they were in the right to defend themselves."

"We will pay for the damages, of course." Ozpin nodded, though he tented his fingers over his desk. "What I find so utterly baffling, is that team RWB seems to attract undue interest from particular originations. You wouldn't happen to know why, would you, Yang?"

The blonde looked away. Of course she knew why, but she couldn't tell Ozpin the truth. Then again, she couldn't lie about it either.

"Come on, Ozpin." Yang said with a soft smile. "Even if I did know, which I can't confirm either way…I wouldn't be able to tell you. The flow of information goes both ways."

"I have my own assumptions about the matter." He was even in his speech. Careful in his conduct. He didn't wish to make an enemy out of Yang, nor divulge too much of what he knew to be truth. "I should have you know, no one enters this school without having some truths about them revealed. Even those with perfectly constructed lies. The origin of ones upbringing, for example, can't stay completely hidden from the faculty for long."

He slid one file forward, Blake Belladonna.

"We know." Glynda said, turning to Yang. More and more she was beginning to understand how Yang thought, how she worked. "She was involved in too many televised rallies not to have been caught on camera. Ears and all."

Yang felt tempted to open it, but that temptation was crushed by her guilt. She didn't need to see what was inside. She didn't want to. "If you know, then why not just ask Blake?"

"I want her to feel safe at this academy." Ozpin replied simply. That's really all there was to it. "As far as Beacon is concerned, Blake Belladonna is an exceptional student, part of an exceptional team, and she will become a wonderful huntress." Lowering his dark glasses, he smiled just a bit. "I'm asking you, because you uphold a responsibility to protect all students in this academy. As a huntress, that is always your first priority. What are they getting themselves into?"

Yang blinked, and shook her head. "Do you trust me?"

"As much as any newly appointed huntress under my command." Ozpin nodded.

"Keep looking the other way." Yang said to him. "For Blake's sake, just keep pretending this isn't happening."

"But it is happening." Glynda rebuked. "And you've been involved in these antics in the past. Surely you know the danger. There aren't any minor risks here."

"Blake runs away when she feels cornered." Yang let worry edge her voice. "Get involved in this too much, she's going to freak out. Last time she ran off, it was for an entire weekend. After we realized she wasn't coming back, it took twelve straight ours of patrolling the streets to find her, and when we did…" Yang shrugged. "That was after the stuff at the dock happened."

"I am still not fully aware of the events that transpired." Ozpin murmured, raising an eyebrow. "Police reports were tampered with. Although, I'm sure I know who exactly pulled the wool over my eyes. It's not a single student to blame for that, I'm afraid. Merely an old friend." He brushed the matter aside. "You can see my concern, as it stands."

"Don't look at me. Only a hand full of people were actually there. I wasn't one of them." Yang knew that would be pointless to try finding out. Ruby wouldn't say a word of it. Yang had all but begged to be told. Ruby didn't say a word. She had stopped asking Blake as well.

"I see." Ozpin nodded. "Well that will be that, then. I'll let sleeping dogs lay, for now."

"You can't be serious." Glynda all but bellowed.

"I am indeed." The man told her without conveying any further thoughts. "We will continue to observe as we have always done. I find this to be the best course of action."

She rolled her eyes, but turned on her heel to storm out.

Ozpin slid forward a wad of bills, nodding to Yang. "You should follow after her."

"I dunno about that…she looked kind of pissy."

"Everyone has a place, and her place is to fawn over the students. As a result, she worries too much." He said, a knowing little smile gracing his lips. "You make a good pair, the two of you. I'll leave it to you to brighten her mood."

"You're just afraid to do it yourself." Yang accused, but surprisingly enough, Ozpin nodded.

"Quite." He tapped Yang's hand once for emphasis. "I don't intend to aggravate her, but, it seems I have. Everyone has a place, and mine just so happens to be behind this desk. I trust you'll ease her worries. You are the one most capable."

Yang didn't fully believe that. The tension there was something that built over a period of time. Not just a few hours, or a really bad day.

She exited the double doors, payment in hand that she was to deliver the following day. First thing was first though. Where in the world would Glynda storm off too? She was an overly responsible person, Yang knew that above all else. This narrowed down the opportunities, and she quickly decided to go to their dorm room. She found the woman already buried deeply into her work.

Still fuming, the elder huntress was busy pouring over assignments that needed to be returned to the students. That was the only thing Glynda cared about until an unfamiliar weight settled over her shoulders.

"No need to be Yangry. I'm sure he didn't mean to be an airhead."

"What do you think you're doing?" Glynda asked, as she felt Yang's hands working away at stiff shoulders.

"We are partners, right?" Yang asked. "That's what you keep saying."

"We are that…" Glynda said quietly under breath. "At least you've started to take the position under advisement."

"So…" Yang, honestly wasn't sure how to word her next thought, so she went with the flow. "Partners look after each other. By the way, do you like, I dunno…uh, not go to the medics often enough? Your neck is one big knot."

Rolling her shoulders to get Yang to release her, Glynda sighed. "It's quite alright. Hardly anything you need to worry about."

"Uh, I kind of, erm…" Yang lifted an eyebrow. "You do realize that if anyone knows anything about shoulder injuries, it's me, right?"

"What is this about, Yang?" That icy question was gentled by the gaze that met her.

Yang wasn't exactly sure what she was supposed to say. Cheering up the older woman wasn't like cheering up Blake, or even Ruby. The closest thing she had to compare to was Weiss, and even she wasn't a very a very good comparison. Yang began to pace, slowly, back and forth. "Sooo, bike ride?"

"Excuse me?"

"Not a fan of that, huh…okay, no problem." Yang thought about it some more. "How about a movie, or grabbing some chow down by the boardwalk?"

Glynda's eyes narrowed from behind the thin rim of her glasses. "Ozpin put you up to this."

"No, I put myself up to this." Yang said, her thumb poking into her own chest for good measure. "Okay, okay, my former teammates put a big stick up your ass. Then Ozpin crammed it up there even more. I totally get it." Yang finally sighed. "It seems we're really good at that. Trust me, happens all the time."

Exasperated, Glynda pulled off her glasses and rubbed at her eyes. She could feel a migraine coming on. "Your crass interpretation of what might be ailing me aside, what makes you think for a moment I wish to continue this discussion?"

"Been there, done that, got the t-shirt…" When Yang thought about it, she grinned. "Well, actually lost the t-shirt, but you get the idea." Sitting down on her bed cross legged, she started running her fingers through her long mane of hair. "I know it's eating you, just like it's eating at the rest of us. At Blake, Weiss…Ruby wants to ask for help so bad, but she knows she can't."

Glynda chose to risk it, and hazard an assumption. "It seems to me that you know a great deal…"

"Eh…kind of…"

"More than you were willing to tell Ozpin." Glynda said quietly. "The White Fang are a threat to national security. One of many threats inside the walls of this city. With hideouts dotting the landscape. We do what we can, but without the proper intelligence, we can only do so much. You are well aware that they are not to be trifled with."

"Yeah, so what?" Yang asked.

"It's dangerous." Glynda prompted.

"So is my mother." Yang started, ticking a whole list off in her fingers. "So are the Grimm. So are street thugs and robbers. So are other hunters." Yang, nonplused, flopped down across her bed. She eyed the ceiling. "I'm not going to rat out Blake…but if you really want to know what those three get up to, there is another way."

"And what way, exactly, would that be?"

"Get to know 'em." Yang laughed than. "Don't just get mad when Nora smashes something, or when Ruby flies through a window. Teams are like family…or, well, at least they should be like family."

"You sound a lot like your father when you say that." Glynda told her quietly, picking up her glasses and resuming her work. "Summer Rose too."

"Makes sense, she is the one I remember being around." Yang explained. She couldn't remember Raven. She had photos of the woman, but nothing else. "When I was really little, I just thought that she was my mom…didn't figure out the truth till later." Squinting at something unseen, she frowned a bit. Not unhappily, but deep in thought. "I think that's why the team, why they…we…worked so well. We wanted the answers to our questions bad enough. We'd risk our lives to get 'em."


Same Ole Story

Yang was a punch first and ask questions later kind of girl. It always worked, and sticking with what she knew was another little motto she clung onto. Not because she was afraid to try new things. Far from it. She loved new things, thrills, adventure. It was just that, not everyone did. Most people liked safe, secure, clear little details. They wanted the normal life, with normal goals.

Yang was okay with it, she just didn't want that for herself.

As flighty as she was, she was also an analyst. No matter if Glynda liked it or not, Yang was starting to get a clear picture of the kind of woman she was. Glynda didn't seem to appreciate it though, especially not one afternoon when they were both on patrol together.

"Look, all I'm saying, is that you don't get into this kind of work if all you want to do is teach." Yang replied in-between licks of her ice cream purchase. "There are regular schools for that."

"Teaching is what I've always wanted to do." Glynda spoke, not quite understanding why Yang felt the urge to buy the snack. Yang had claimed it was to fit in, but the elder woman just couldn't see the truth of it. Yang was doing anything but that. Sticking out like a sore thumb. She donned a single form fitted suit of fire red and black leather, zipped down to her belly button, and that flash of Yellow across her breasts wasn't doing her any favors in the modesty department.

"Oh, come on." That playful snippiness was back in full force. "You were a class A huntress way before Beacon. There are still posters of you standing over hordes of dead grim, and you couldn't have been much older than me when they were taken." Another slow lick of the ice cream later, and Yang smirked once more. "People like that, they don't get into hunting just to be a teacher."

"I suppose I was a bit spirited…at one time."

"So, what happened?" Yang asked again. "Why give up a life of that to keep yourself nailed to Beacon?"

"There comes a time in every person's life when they get tired of doing that. They want to settle down, enjoy the relative peace that these cities provide." Glynda said distantly. "There is something to be said for that."

"Dare you to say that to my uncle." Yang snorted.

"That man is a very rare breed of impossible." Glynda told her companion. "The moment he listens to reason, I'll eat my cape."

"He might, just to see that happen." The mental image of Glynda gnawing on the fabric that donned her back made Yang pause. The sight would be uncouth, and unladylike. The exact opposite of the well kempt woman that Yang had come to respect. "I'd pffft," A moment later, and raucous laughter filled the air. "Good god, I'd pay good money to see that."

"It would be a sight to behold." Glynda offered, enjoying the image of the younger girl, doubled over and struggling to stand.

"You should relax more often. Makes you easier to work with." Yang noted as she calmed herself and continued to eye the streets for any questionable activity. "Students at Beacon would probably like it better too."

"It's not my job to be friends with the students." Glynda murmured. "It's my job to ensure they all become exemplary people."

"Annnnnd that's what we call a buzz kill."

"I've sworn an oath to ensure the safety of others, to maintain peace and prosperity. In order to do this, we have to instill those standards into the minds of the future." As if thinking on something, brushing away an old memory. She let her gaze drift to the shops, and the shoppers within. "My goal is not to remake the hunters of yesterday, but to craft stronger, better hunters and huntresses for tomorrow."

Yang said nothing, merely continuing to eat. She finished her delicious treat in silence, and together, they quietly finished the patrol. It had to have been an hour without words, but Yang had been thinking, and thinking very hard. Not about her old team, or the students. Not about the people, or the city. Even the Grimm, and all of the other threats in her life seemed minuscule. Her mind was on one detail. Something meaningless for most, but that Yang detected all too well.

A tiny note that had been in Glynda's voice. A lilt that hadn't called attention to itself, but seemed to be important all the same.

"Huh, think you're looking at it the wrong way." Yang finally said as she stopped at a dead end, a dust store punctuating a nearby city street, forming it into a cull-de-sack. "Today, this moment, right here, right now, that's what it's about. Never mind tomorrow when a Grimm could come barreling through the city within seconds. Got to live in the moment. It's the only way we'll even see tomorrow, ya know?"

Pushing her glasses back to their proper spot, Glynda could only offer a soft smile at the logic. "Perhaps." She said, though it seemed far too whimsical for her tastes. "It all remains to be seen."

"Well, yeah." Yang nodded. "That's why you just gotta stop trying to see it, and just live it."

Same Ole Story

Fingers through her hair, a half promises, barely there confessions that washed away with the morning's gentle light. Memories that she couldn't fully recall, and distant laughter that made her wish for easier days. All of it held sentiment, all of it was important…and all of it flooded back when she least expected it to. Yang was just good at hiding it. Being the big sister, sometimes meant pushing your own tears away...

...letting someone else do the crying for them both.

Yang found herself enraptured with the stars in the sky. Not because of their beauty, or even the constellations she could point to and call by name. It wasn't about that. Truthfully, why she was on the rooftop of the student dorm was a selfish. By her side, the heiress of the Schnee family fortune sat, complaining about the great many things she couldn't seem to fix.

Yang's departure had caused more upset among the team that Yang had known, and now all of it was coming out.

"And of course, she takes Blake's side." Weiss continued, regaling Yang on the latest fight. "My own partner, and she just doesn't seem to get it! Doesn't she understand that we're down maybe our strongest fighter? We can't go on the offensive as much as we used to, we need to work more defensively than ever before. Neither of them understand that."

Yang though on this. "Well, our motto has always been that high offense was our best defense."

"We also had you!" Weiss countered. "Yang, we don't have your semblance. Tossing ourselves into the line of fire is going to get someone killed."

"But, Blake does have her clones." Yang considered, more to herself than anything. "She can still rush into the front of the battle, just as she's always done. It doesn't really matter if I'm there or not."

"Yes it does!" Weiss bit her lower lip. "She has speed, so does Ruby…but raw power?" Weiss shook her head. "That was completely and entirely your job. Ruby relied on you to take every hit, knowing you'd grow stronger because of it. We could rush in because we knew it too. Ruby and Blake could get out of the way fast enough, and you'd protect me if for some reason I couldn't." Weiss could feel her own inadequacy. If only she could summon up her own companion like Winter could. "I'm a glass cannon compared to that, and my aura isn't nearly as powerful. I can't take your place, none of us can."

"You guys are strong." Yang shrugged. "You'll figure it out."

"Weiss!"

The call made them both turn their heads to the familiar voice. "If I'm not allowed to go running off every time something big comes up, what makes you think you can?"

"Woah, Blake…" Yang said jumping between the two of them. "Easy kitty-kitty."

"Don't call me that." Blake warned dangerously. Her ears were twitching under her bow in annoyance. One that only Yang could ever achieve. "This is our fight. Stay out of it."

"Nope." Yang said as she slung an arm around both Blake and Weiss. "We're all friends…and friends don't try to rip each other in half."

"Let them." Ruby said, having finally sighed in relief knowing Weiss was safe. She was looking like a tornado had hit her. That said something, as she was normally the cause of one, not the victim. "They want to fight, let them fight. I can't take it anymore. Neither one of them will listen to what I say anyway."

"Ruby…" Yang murmured, shocked, as she looked to both of the girls still trapped in a bear hug.

The young girl was now grabbing at her cloak, looking down to her feet, as tears threated to overtake her eyes. "Is this…one of those call you things…because I really…really can't…I mean, I...I just…If…they…" Ruby dissolved into a fit of sobs, and Yang was over there in a heartbeat.

Yang held ruby tightly, giving both Weiss and Blake both a look that had never before been aimed at them. She put one palm over Ruby's exposed ear, as the other one pressed against her chest, muffling the world. Not to mention Yang's quiet, but very clear rage. A red flicker in her eyes let them know, this wasn't a game. "You fix this." She said to them quietly. She didn't want Ruby to hear the snarl in her voice. "I don't care how. But you fix this, or I will."

With a hard sigh, she pulled away, but still held onto her little sister. "Come on Ruby." She said without even thinking twice. "We're gonna ask JNPR if you can crash with them tonight."

It was an ordeal after that, getting Ruby to actually agree to the idea. Even after Yang dragged her there, and even after she pounded on the door, Ruby still felt like she was causing trouble. Like she didn't belong here, in front of JNPR's door with a pajama clad Ren looking on sleepily. "Yang…? Ruby?"

"Yang, no." Ruby hissed.

"She needs a place to stay tonight." Yang said, dragging Ruby out from behind her. "There's a pissing match going on, and I don't want her involved anymore than she already has been."

"Is everything okay, Ruby?" Pyrrha asked, having come to the door, clad in her own sleeping attire.

"It's…no…but…" She didn't want to burden another team.

"Weiss and Blake get like this, and when they do, there's no stopping them." Yang explained, knowing the two girls could be like oil and water. "They'll sort it out, they always do…until then…" Her eyes flicked to Ruby.

"Say no more, it's a sleepover!" It took Nora's boundless energy to scoop Ruby up into a huge bear hug, the only one that could rival Yang's own for exuberance. "Ren, Pancakes!"

"Nora…" He said, looking to the clock. "It's past midnight…"

"Perfect time for a snack!" The carrot haired girl argued, giving him a look.

"She can stay as long as she likes." Jaune said to Yang. "Hope this all blows over soon though." He admitted more quietly.

"Yeah me too." Yang knew it would…eventually. Until then, she could only do her best not to let Ruby get caught in the crossfire. "Thanks guys."

"Our pleasure." Pyrrha said, though, by the looks of it, it was more Nora's pleasure if anything. She was already following Ren around with his apron, and that only meant havoc for the kitchen to follow. "Have a good night, Yang."

"Yeah." Yang pushed back some guilt as she forced herself to let go. "You too."

Same Ole Story

When she finally arrived to her own room, she flopped down on her own bed, a muffled curse was the only thing that came to mind.

"Are you quite alright?" Glynda asked, never having seen Yang in such a deflated mood.

The bowler lifted her head from her pillow, frowning deeply with a scowl. It wasn't aimed at anything, or anyone. It merely existed. "Don't be surprised if Ruby cuts class with Nora…or if Blake ends up ditching out too." With that, she put her face promptly back into her pillow and let loose an angry sound.

"What happened?"

"Said all I'm gonna say."

"Is anybody hurt?"

"Not yet." Yang muttered grumpily.

"Does someone plan on hurting another?"

Yang flipped herself over, arm over her eyes. "Look, putting a Faunus and a Schnee on the same team is asking for trouble. Putting a child in charge of that team, and there goes the control." Yang let out an excused hiss. "Crap like this happens sometimes, it'll be fine…it always is."

"How…fine…is fine?"

Yang sat up. That was a hell of a question coming from Glynda. With a frown she issued one of her own. "Why do you always freak out the second something bad happens?"

"I would hardly call my inquiry something as blatant as 'freaking out'. I'm merely expressing concern."

"Right, but it is." Yang said then. "You freak out any time someone does something you don't like. Kind of want to know why."

"They're my students." Glynda sighed. "It's my job."

"And it's driving you crazy that I'm not dishing out the goods." Yang commented. "Why do you care, really?"

Glynda lifted two fingers to her temple, running them in a small circle. After some though, she came to sit down beside Yang. "I have my reasons. Being a faculty member of this school forbids me from speaking of confidential files involving students. Your old team, as you know, comes equipped with a particular history. When that history crosses into particular interests, one might say that I cross business with personal life."

"Okay…spill." Yang said, catching on perfectly. "Why are you keeping Ruby under your thumb?"

"I promised Qrow." Glynda explained. "Neither he, nor your father for that matter, were entirely convinced Ruby was ready for Beacon. I admit, I held the same worry, but Ozpin has his ways…" Glynda shrugged then. "Needless to say, during the initiation exams, we made sure that her batch of first year students included those we at Beacon knew we had to keep a special eye on. Each of you for your own reasons, of course…but all of that particular group were students we knew to monitor closely."

"You dun fucked up that one." Yang laughed.

"We hardly expected that the four of you would end up paired together." Glynda surmised, thinking back, she shook her head. It was a very absurd assumption. "In fact, I was quiet sure that Ruby would fall into a weaker team formation. Instead, both Ruby and Jaune, ended up with students far more advanced than they were ready for. Then again, I hardly expected that Ren and Nora would work so thoroughly together."

"Talk about history." Yang scoffed.

"We hadn't been informed at the time of the exam." In that one admittance, a world of unspoken truths hung overhead. "Imagine my surprise when I found out they'd been looking after each other for years."

Yang nodded, feeling a little better as she let her fingers start twirling in her long tresses of gold. "Right, kay…sooo…here's how I know it'll be fine. Ruby is really east to upset. She's determined, and strong, a total powerhouse when she puts her mind to something…underneath all of that, she's still just a kid though."

"That's not instilling very much confidence."

"Hey, it should." Yang shrugged, knowing that she couldn't easily explain. "Blake and Weiss, they try to see her as a leader. Even when they screw that up, they really do care about her. Plus, they don't completely hate each other, they're actually friends. They just don't see eye-to-eye, and they're both so opinionated that they just sort of…explode."

"And you don't feel as if team mediation is in order?"

"No…they'll fix it, or I'll fix it…and they really don't like when I fix things."

"How's Ruby? Where is she now?"

"With JNPR, where else?" Yang asked. "Look, like I said, don't worry about it."

"I'm going to worry about it, that's part of my job description." Glynda said, realizing Yang wasn't going to give her anything new. "However, since I know this is going on, I'll try to remember to be a little bit lenient. I'm sure there will be plenty of flagrant disregard for school policies."

"I'm going to hit the shower and crash out, it's been a hell of a night." Yang aimed to do just that.

The hot water had felt amazing on her skin. Plus, she could be left alone to her own thoughts. She had many, too many, and they sunk into her. Each one a little deeper than the last.

Who was Glynda Goodwitch, really?

That was the most prominent question in Yang's mind. There was a story there. Buried under protocol and reservation, a powerful, sexy, independent huntress lay dormant. She clawed at the edges of the woman's mask. There was more to her, more than anyone might ever be given the opportunity to know. Yang wanted to. To pull away at that prim and proper mask, and see the true woman that rested, tormented underneath.

Yang was as sure of it. That this woman's path and hers…that they were closer than either one of them wanted to admit.

Slamming the water off, she toweled herself dry, and without any trace of modesty she opened the door and sauntered out. Naked as the day she was born.