Once again thanks to WolfRain and mx-kit for their help


"Ugh, it's been way too long since I've been let outta that thing. I need a drink," the man said, cracking his neck and pulling out a flask, quickly chugging it. The first thing Yang noticed was that he had black hair and red eyes, much like her mom apparently had. His hair was graying a bit and he had some slight stubble on his chin. His skin was an odd grayish color, and he wore black pants, pointy black shoes, a red sash-belt, a white vest, and a tattered red cape. In addition, he wore some silver jewelry, namely some bracers on his wrists, a cross necklace, a ring on his right index finger, and two more rings on his right ring finger.

"Ahhhh, that hits the spot," the odd man said once he'd finally finished chugging from his seemingly bottomless flask, letting out a sigh of refreshment. He then eyed up Yang. "Got a name, pipsqueak?"

"Who're you calling pipsqueak?!" Yang snapped at him in irritation, flexing her biceps. Okay, so maybe they weren't that big, but Yang liked to think they were bigger than could generally be expected for a street rat like her. They were certainly strong, at the very least. "Who the hell even are you?!"

"Easy there, firecracker. I'm on your side, so no need to get your panties in a twist," the man said, putting up his hands. "Name's Qrow. Mind telling me yours, sweetheart?"

"I'm Yang," she said, glaring at Qrow. "But instead of sweetheart, you can just call me sir."

"All right, I'll keep that in mind, sir," Qrow said.

"I'm Sun," the monkey faunus piped up. "Don't mind my sister, she's had a bit of a rough day. She's usually much better about keeping her temper in check."

"Nice to meet you, kiddo. By the way, long time no see Bumblebee!" Qrow said, giving the rug a fist bump. "So which of you kids summoned me?"

"Yang, I think," Sun said.

"That's what I thought," Qrow said, nodding to the lamp she held in her hands. "Guess you're my new master, firecracker."

"Master? What are you talking about?" Yang asked, confused.

"You mean to tell me you rubbed that lamp without even knowing what it does?" Qrow asked incredulously. "I'm your genie, kiddo, here for all your wish fulfillment needs."

"I must've hit my head harder than I thought," Yang muttered, scratching the back of her head.

"Wish fulfillment?" Sun said excitedly, eyes widening in curiosity.

"Yep, you get three wishes," Qrow said, holding up 3 fingers. "And no wishing for more wishes. That includes," he added, " wishing you could wish for more wishes, so don't even try it."

"No way. There's no way this is really happening. I've gotta be dreaming," Yang muttered in disbelief, eyes looking down in hazy wonderment.

"Looks like you're gonna need some convincing, kid, " Qrow said, his face tightening a little. "Give me a sec, though, I'm not nearly drunk enough for this," the genie pulled out the flask again and chugged it for far longer than should be possible given its size. He let out a contented sigh, followed by a hiccup. Once he was done, he turned back to Yang. "You don't seem to quite realize what you've got here, kid," he added with a lopsided smirk. "So how about you let me illuminate some of the possibilities for you?"

Yang perked her head up. "Is that… music?" Yang asked in bemusement; the sound of brass instruments suddenly filled her ears.

"Well Raven Branwen had them 40 thieves," Qrow slurr-sang, making a bunch of thieves appear in his hands as if they were playing cards, before having them surround Yang. "Mister Ozpin had a thousand tales. But kiddo you in luck-" Qrow's head popped out of Yang's vest.

"What the fuck?" Yang said, startled when she looked down, wide-eyed at the voice being so close.

"-Cuz up your sleeves-" Qrow continued, ignoring Yang and making her flex.

"But I don't even have sleeves," Yang exclaimed in confusion.

"-You got a brand of magic never-fails!" Qrow continued to try to sing as he made Yang begin to beat up the thieves surrounding her, punching them and kicking until one by one they fell down.

"You got some power in your corner now," Qrow sang as Yang suddenly found herself in a boxing ring, with Qrow massaging her shoulders and Sun fanning her with Bumblebee dramatically. "Some heavy ammunition in your camp," Qrow pulled out a shotgun and fired it into the air, while getting rid of the boxing ring. "You got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and how!" Qrow popped up out of the lamp lid. "See all you gotta do is rub that lamp, and I'll say," Qrow grabbed Yang by the wrist and had her rub the lamp.

"Miss firecracker sir, what will your pleasure be?" Qrow sang, summoning chairs for Yang, Sun, and Bumblebee, before summoning a table for them and a menu for Yang to look at. "Let me take your order, jot it down," Qrow wrote things down on a notepad, as if he were a waiter taking an order. "You ain't never had a friend like me, ho ho ho!" Qrow put an arm around Yang's shoulders, nudging Bumblebee with his elbow.

"Life is your restaurant," Qrow summoned a plate of turkey as he sang. "And I'm your maitre'd!" Qrow's head suddenly replaced the body of the turkey. "C'mon whisper what it is you want," Qrow went back to normal, before enlarging his ear and holding a hand up to it. "You ain't never had a friend like me."

"You got a genie at your service," Qrow continued to flatly sing, playfully bowing to Yang. "You're the boss," Qrow summoned a large cushioned seat beneath Yang, "the queen," Sun and Bumblebee began fanning Yang with large feathers dramatically again, "the shah!" Qrow summoned a bunch of treasure. "Say what you wish, it's yours! True dish," Qrow summoned several bowls of food. "How 'bout a little more baklava?" Qrow filled the room with baklava.

"Try some of column 'A'," Qrow sang as the baklava cleared and Yang found herself on top of a column with a giant A on top. "Try all of column 'B'," Yang stumbled off the column, but was caught by another column with a B on top. "I'm in the mood to help you dude," Yang fell off of column B and a cushion held by a very large Qrow. "You ain't never had a friend like me," Qrow's mouth opened and his tongue fell out like a carpeted staircase, and a normal-sized Qrow came dancing down the 'staircase'.

"Ew, that's... kinda gross," Yang commented, making a disgusted face. Qrow took some swigs from his flask as he drunkenly, haphazardly danced to the music.

"Can your friends do this?" Qrow sang, taking off his head and juggling it, briefly hiccuping, before throwing it over to Yang. "Can your friends do that?"

"Ugh, gross, why?!" Yang panicked as she quickly tossed Qrow's head back to him.

"Can your friends pull this," Qrow held a hat in his hand, using his other to reach in, grabs his feet, and spin around until he turned into a rabbit. "Out their little hat?"

Qrow then turned into a tall, dark gray dragon with black scales and red burning eyes.. "Can your friends go poof?!" Qrow spat out some fire, which turned into a trio of dancing harem girls.

"Well looky here," Qrow changed back to normal and the harem girls began dancing around Yang, much to her enjoyment. She purred a little, and a dazed, slightly sultry smirk tugged at her lips. "Can your friends go abracadabra, let 'er rip, and then make the sucker disappear?" Qrow made the harem girls vanish, much to Yang's disappointment.

"So don't just sit there slack-jawed, buggy-eyed," Qrow sang, his voice gravely and rough, making an amusing, childish mimicry of a slack-jawed, buggy-eyed face with his own. "I'm here to answer all your midday prayers."

A tiny chibi Qrow appeared in Yang's palms, miming prayer hands before diving into the ground. "You got me bona fide, certified," Qrow then disappeared and popped out of the ground as an abnormally long paper-scroll certificate with eyes and lips at the top.

"You got a genie for your charge d'affaires," Yang got entirely rolled up into scroll-Qrow like a burrito. "I got a powerful urge to help you out," Yang was then completely spun out of Qrow and he returned to normal, making her a little wobbly and dizzy at first.

"So what you wish - I really wanna know," Qrow held a hand up to his ear and leaned towards Yang encouragingly. "You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt," Qrow pulled a list out of Yang's ear like a kids' magic trick. "So all you gotta do is rub like so, and oh!" Qrow rubbed his behind with the list, as if drying it off.

"Miss firecracker, sir, have a wish or two or three," Qrow sang again, bringing back the belly dancing harem girls. One of them gave Yang a flirty look, and Yang leaned in to kiss her. "I'm on the job, you big nawab," Just as Yang and the girl's lips were about to connect, the girl turned into Qrow, who playfully fluttered his eyelashes at Yang, lips puckered, and she thankfully caught herself before she could accidentally kiss him.

She punched him in annoyed frustration, sending him flying. "You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend," Qrow very quickly reoriented himself, and zapped in four dancing elephants. "You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend," in the other direction, he zapped in four dancing camels. "You ain't never...had a...friend...like...meeeeeeeeee!" Qrow shouted proudly, zapping in some more dancers, and began dancing himself in a suit and hat as a grand finale, while Sun began eagerly scooping up a pile of gold the genie had summoned

"You ain't never had a friend like me!" Qrow finished. Soon he, Yang, Sun, and Bumblebee were back in the cave. Qrow was lying on his side, resting his chin on one hand, his face smirking, the other hand on his hip. A neon 'Applause' sign flashed above him, but only Bumblebee 'clapped', using its tassels to do so. Sun looked down in disappointment at the gold being gone, while Yang looked around and took in what had just happened.

Qrow beckoned her calmly, seeming more relaxed. "So what'll it be, kid?"

Yang tilted her head, looking up a bit, as if thinking. "Hmm, so you can grant me any wish I want?" Yang asked, flicking her index at Qrow, looking at him, wondering.

"Not quite. There are a couple of exceptions," Qrow said, becoming more businesslike, his voice serious again.

"Like what?" Her voice asked innocently, genuinely curious.

"Rule number one:," Qrow said intensely. "I can't kill anyone. And I'm glad I can't, 'cause I've never been comfortable with it anyway," he sighed, before continuing with the utmost seriousness. "Rule two: I can't make anybody fall in love with anyone else," he added, keeping count on his hands again.

"And Rule three: I don't bring people back from the dead. Trust me, it's not a pretty picture." His shoulders and face visibly winced in discomfort. Shrugging, he finished his statement. "Other than that, anything goes."

"Limitations on wishes? Sounds lame," Yang said, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She turned to Sun. "Some genie he is, eh Sun?" Yang asked, pointing her thumb at Qrow, shocking and annoying him a little. "Can't even kill people. I bet he can't even get us out of this cave. Guess we'll have to find a way out of here on our own…" She added, pretending to look sad. Sun caught on to her idea, and decided to play along.

The siblings began to leave, walking away, but an offended Qrow stepped in front of them, looking very irritable and slurring, "E-Excuse me? You rub my lamp," he stepped closer, face getting tighter than they've ever seen, as his voice raised.

"Wake me up - and I was getting some good sleep mind you - and bring me out here, only to insult my abilities and walk out on me?" He looked at them with a mix of offense, hurt, disbelief, and anger. "Not on my watch," he added, before yelling out, "You're getting your wishes, so sit down!"

Qrow had Bumblebee scoop up him and the twins. He took a sip from his flask before speaking again. "All right, kids, better hold on to your hamstrings, cuz I can't promise this ride'll be smooth. Now let's get outta here!" He eagerly said, as they flew up and up and up.


"Adam, this is an outrage! I can't believe you'd do something like this! In the three years you've been vizier, you'd been nothing but loyal and exemplary until now. From now on, no executions are to be carried out without being run by me first," Ghira barked at his vizier. Ilia had told the burly sultan about what happened to Yang, and so he had summoned Adam to his chambers to reprimand him for what happened.

Blake was also present, watching with a conflicted look on her face as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She was torn over what to do or how to feel. Yang's death had her absolutely devastated. She and the blonde had clicked faster than anyone else Blake knew, and Blake had come to really like her. She'd grown far more fond of the blonde than she'd even thought herself capable of, and Blake had even started to consider becoming more than just friends with her. But now she was gone, and she wasn't coming back, and now Blake was left lamenting what could have been.

But she knew better than to take it out on Adam, even if he technically had been the cause of her current distress. It had been a tragic misunderstanding on his part that led to this, and she knew he was absolutely riddled with guilt over it, and she didn't want to make him feel even worse than he already did. Blake was certain that he was almost as anguished as she was, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Unwittingly causing the loss of an innocent life had to weigh heavy on the heart.

Adam looked down at the floor, conveying his guilt and shame. "Yes, my liege. Believe me, I feel just as bad about this as you do. Never again shall I be so quick to punish. Words cannot express the depth of my guilt and shame. I'm not sure I'm even worthy of having a place in your court anymore, let alone being vizier…"

"Don't say that!" Blake piped up, walking over to him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. She did her best not to cry as she continued. Adam needed her reassurance, and she couldn't let her grief get in the way of that. "You can't just give up like that because of one mistake, even if it did have tragic consequences. Your guilt clearly shows you recognize your mistake, and if you recognize it, you can learn from it, and do better in the future. You are worthy of being vizier, I have faith in you."

Adam seemed taken aback by this, at a loss for words as he struggled to find a way to express his gratitude. "Wow, Blake… I don't know what to say… I… um…"

"Take your time, I can wait," Blake said, smiling at him and offering him a hug, which he accepted.

"Thank you so much Blake. You have no idea how much it means to me that even though you should hate me for the grief I've caused you, you still show me such support and kindness. I still don't think I deserve this after what I've done, but if you can still believe in me, then I'll try to believe in myself too. Once again, you have my heartfelt gratitude for your support, and know that any improvement I make is thanks to you," Adam said, before pulling away from the hug.

"Good, you're gonna do amazing, I'm sure of it. After all, one day, I'll be the sultan you serve under, and I want you to make sure I never doubt your value as vizier, okay?" Blake said, smiling up at him. He nodded to show his affirmation. Blake then turned to her father. "Now can we please put this mess behind us?"

"Very well," Ghira said. "But Blake, you don't have to pretend to be okay, all right? I'm here if you ever wanna talk about it."

"He's right. I know you're acting like you're over her death, but I can tell you aren't. I'll be taking my leave, but before I go, I just want to reiterate that I'm truly, deeply sorry for what happened. Not a day will go by that I won't regret Yang's death. She must've been an amazing person to be looked on so fondly by you, and I wish she were still with us. I'm sure she could've been a great friend to me, just as she was to you," Adam said solemnly. He then bowed and took Blake's hand as if to kiss it, but instead of doing so, he looked up at her. "May I?"

"You may," Blake said, happily letting him kiss her hand. He was being such a gentleman, and she was beginning to remember why she'd crushed on him in the first place, reawakening feelings she'd thought had dissipated. While he'd spurned her advances back then, maybe he'd reconsider now that she was older. Not that she needed to worry about that right now. She was not in a good place to be looking for romance at the moment, still not over what could have been with Yang. Once Adam had returned Blake's hand to her, he turned to leave, and Blake decided she'd leave as well, heading to the garden, one of her favorite places to sort out her thoughts.

She found it tragic how right Adam had been when he mentioned that he could've been great friends with Yang. They absolutely would have gotten along, and Blake couldn't help but compare the two. Both had been so kind, and understanding of her. They weren't entirely similar though, of course. For instance, Adam wasn't as strong as Yang, who'd gone through a life of poverty and hardship and still managed to keep her head up and smile. Blake was confident that Yang wouldn't have needed Blake's reassurance like Adam had today if she were in a similar position.

At the same time, Yang wasn't as passionate as Adam, she didn't have his drive, instead living a carefree life taking each day as it comes, with no real goal in mind. But Adam, he'd always had a strong passion for justice, something Blake had always admired about him. In fact, Blake realized that tragically, it was likely that same passion, combined with his lack of key information, that caused Adam to be so quick to have Yang executed. He'd seen what he thought was Yang kidnapping her, a very heinous act. Blake wasn't so sure she wouldn't have been just as quick to want to see justice carried out if she'd been in his shoes. In fact, Adam probably thought he'd be making Blake proud when he did it, so it must've really hurt for him to see that he'd only caused her grief and heartbreak instead. Blake couldn't help but pity him even more. If only she'd told him about Yang the moment he'd come back, maybe this could've been avoided…


"Ugh, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up this act without going insane!" Adam complained to his fox faunus accomplices.

"Try to keep a cool head, Brother Adam, it'd be very concerning if you did go insane," Fennec said. "Please take care of yourself, for the sake of the faunus, if nothing else."

"Yes, you haven't forgotten about our ambitions, have you?" Corsac said. "I'd hope you haven't given up on becoming sultan just because the lamp is gone."

"Don't be ridiculous, of course I haven't given up. If I don't become sultan, we may never get what we deserve," Adam said.

"The faunus of Menagerie are too complacent in their comfortable lives here to try and help their oppressed kin in the other nations," he said passionately. "But me," he smirked, his voice growing cocky. "I'm the hero our people deserve, the one with the strength to do what's needed."

"Once I'm sultan," Adam began to conclude, confident in his plans. "I'll unify our people, make them recognize that we are the superior race, not the humans. We'll rise up, save our foreign brothers from their oppression, and have the faunus become the dominant race on this planet, as we should be. We'll get our vengeance on the human filth, and make them know their rightful place as servants of the faunus. I will become sultan, and nothing will stop me."

"But how are we to have you do it without the lamp?" Fennec asked.

"Without it, we'll need to rethink our entire strategy for making you sultan," Corsac said.

"Don't worry, our plan stays the same," Adam said, smiling evilly. "We don't need the lamp anyway. I'd already planned on getting married to Blake, and I've come to realize that is the key to becoming sultan, not the lamp."

"Getting her to marry me should be easy," he waved a hand dismissively. "If nothing else, today has shown me that she's still into me; so I'll court her, and wed her when she's ready. Then, we convince her spineless father that it's time she take over as sultan, having him assassinated if that's what it takes. Blake's a reasonable girl, so once she's sultan, I'll convince her to abdicate her power to me, making me sultan, and together, we'll light the fires of revolution."


Meanwhile, Bumblebee, still being ridden by Qrow and the twins, came to a landing at a small oasis.

"So how about that, firecracker? Still doubting my abilities?" Qrow said, looking at Yang with a cocky grin on his face.

"Not at all. Now I can have faith in your ability to grant my three wishes," Yang said facetiously.

"Excuse me? Three? You got a brain beneath all that hair? You just used one up, so you're down to two, kiddo," Qrow said, holding up two fingers.

"Are you sure about that?" Yang asked, a smug smile on her face. "Because I don't recall actually wishing to get out of the cave. You did that on your own."

"My sis is smarter than she looks. Not everyone can manage to outwit an all-powerful genie," Sun bragged, smiling at Yang to express how proud he was of her.

"You're clever, kid, I'll give you that," Qrow remarked, giving Yang a nod of respect. "But don't think I'll fall for that trick twice. No more freebies"

"Fair enough," Yang said, nodding back. "So I only get three wishes, huh? Better make 'em count. What do you think I should wish for, Sun?" Just before Sun could respond, Yang cut him off. "Actually, never mind, you'd probably just suggest something dumb."

"My idea is not dumb!" Sun protested.

Yang sighed, looking at him with a wary expression. "Then what is it?"

"Infinite bananas," Sun said proudly.

"I rest my case," Yang said, rolling her eyes. "So how about you, old man?"

"Hey, don't call me old!" Qrow playfully complained.

"Well? What would you wish for?" Yang asked, easily dismissing his comment, once again genuinely asking the genie.

"Me?" Qrow said, holding a hand to his chest, genuinely taken aback. "No one's ever asked me what I'd wish for before..." He paused for a second. "If I had to pick though, I'd say freedom."

"Freedom?" Yang asked, hoping he'd elaborate.

"Being a genie ain't all it's cracked up to be," Qrow said wistfully. "If I knew I'd be spending eternity beholden to selfish, petty assholes, I'd have never signed up for this gig."

"Signed up? You mean you weren't always a genie?"

"Nope," Qrow said, taking a sip from his flask. "Used to be a human, like you."

"What happened?"

"It's a long story."

"I like stories."

"Fine, if you really wanna know my life story that bad, I guess I'll tell you," Qrow acquiesced. "I suppose it's nice to finally have a master take interest in me beyond what I can do for them. I can already tell I'll like you more than any of my previous masters, kid. Anyway, I grew up among a tribe of killers and thieves called the Branwen Tribe."

"Does the Raven Branwen you mentioned in your song have anything to do with this tribe?" Yang asked.

"Yep. She was my twin sister actually, and the eventual leader of the tribe. You look a lot like her, come to think of it. Makes me wonder if you're a descendant of hers. Guess that'd make me an uncle of sorts to you, huh?" Qrow said, before taking a swig from his flask.

Yang grimaced. She wasn't sure she liked the idea of being descended from a murderous bandit. "So what, did your tribe have 40 thieves in it then?"

"Nope. The 40 thieves I mentioned weren't part of a tribe. They were from a gang of rival bandits, actually. Raven found their secret cave where they kept their treasure, and managed to single-handedly outwit and kill all 40 of them, taking their treasure for our own tribe, and becoming something of a folk hero in the process," Qrow explained. "But enough about her, I'm supposed to be telling you my story. Anyway, being part of the tribe, I of course had some thieving escapades of my own, one of which led me to obtain a magic lamp containing a genie, named Ozpin. I immediately used my first wish to make myself immune to the negative effects of alcohol. I always did love myself some good liquor."

Yang rolled her eyes as he took another swig from his flask. "Great, I have a drunk bandit for a genie."

"Hey, no judging me until you've heard the rest of my story. So anyway, I managed to strike up something of a friendship with ol' Oz, and I eventually left the tribe, not comfortable with the immoral lifestyle we led," Qrow continued. "Oz taught me a lot about the world, and I owe him my life. Not long after I left, I decided to use my second wish to gain the ability to transform into a crow. As I'm sure you can imagine, this gave me amazing mobility and stealth, and I used it to travel the world as a benevolent mercenary, helping whatever people I could in an attempt to atone for my past sins as a bandit. Became something of a folk hero myself, actually, though I have no idea if I still am."

"Can't say I've ever heard of you," Yang admitted.

"Well now you have," Qrow said with a smirk. "Anyway, I put off using my last wish for a couple decades, not wanting to waste it. Eventually, I decided to use it to become a genie myself, wanting to help people the way Oz helped me, spread some more good in the world, you know? Sadly, while I guess you could say I've helped people, it's mostly been greedy dicks that only care about themselves, so I don't think I've spread any good in the world as a genie. Not that I can do anything about it, I have no choice but to grant the wishes of my masters, even if I'm not comfortable doing it. It'd be nice to have free will again. So anyway, bottom line is, being a genie's not what I thought it'd be, and I want out."

"I'll do it, I'll set you free," Yang said with determination.

"I'll believe in when I see it, kid," Qrow deadpanned.

"No, really, I'm being serious," Yang said sincerely. "After I use my first two wishes, I'll use the last one to set you free, I promise."

Yang held out her hand so they could shake on it, and Qrow took her up on it, giving her a smile of genuine gratitude. "Thanks, firecracker. I'm holding you to that. Now how about we get those first two wishes done, eh? Tell me, what is it that you want most, kid?"

"Well, there is this girl…" Yang said sheepishly, a light blush dusting her cheeks. Sun gave her a knowing smirk.

"No can do, kid. Can't make anyone fall in love, remember?" Qrow said. "Although I did have you pegged as liking the rounder things in life. Nice to see my gaydar still works."

"But Qrow, she's amazing! She's smart and fun and so beautiful and she's got the most perfect eyes and gorgeous hair and the most contagious smile and a stunning fashion sense and the cutest little ears and she's got such a good heart and she's so passionate and she loves books and when she gets feisty it's the hottest thing ever and-" Yang's rambling was cut off by Sun putting his hand over her mouth.

"Imma stop you right there. I think he gets the idea, Yang," Sun said, before releasing his hand from her mouth.

"Right, sorry…" Yang said, scratching the back of her head sheepishly.

"It's okay, kid. I may not be able to directly make her fall in love with you, but I'll do what I can to help you win her heart," Qrow said, giving her a sympathetic smile.

"I think she's already managed to do that on her own," Sun said. "You should see the looks they give each other when they think the other isn't looking. At this point the question isn't if Yang'll get the girl, but when."

"Sun, she's the princess! To even have a chance, I'd have to like, also be a princess. Probably a faunus too, actually…" Yang lamented. But suddenly, an idea struck. "Wait, that's it! Qrow, can you make me a faunus princess?"

"I mean I can…" Qrow said cheekily. "But if you want me to do it, you gotta make it an official wish. Just say the words."

"All right then," Yang said with a smile. "Qrow, I wish for you to make me a faunus princess!"

"You got it, lady killer," Qrow smiling at her, snapping his fingers and making a tall mirror appear in front of Yang. "So you can witness your transformation firsthand. Now let's start by making you a faunus!" Qrow snapped his fingers, and a pair of bear ears appeared on top of her head. "So what do you think of the new ears, kid?"

"I love them so much, I can bear-ly contain myself! Eh? Am I right?" Yang joked, making Sun facepalm.

"No. Just no. Anyway, now to do something about your clothes," Qrow said, snapping his fingers again, and suddenly Yang was wearing a cropped yellow tube top with sewn-in sleeves for her arms, and matching yellow harem pants. Her hair was also now up in a ponytail.

"So this is what it feels like to wear shoes," Yang said, commenting on the fancy yellow shoes that now adorned her feet.

"Now, to finish your makeover, let's add some jewelry. A princess has gotta display her wealth, after all," Qrow said, and with yet another snap of his fingers, Yang was absolutely blinged out with jewelry, most of it gold.

In addition to several piercings, she had on a gold belly chain, several necklaces, several rings on her fingers(Yang liked this, it meant if she had to punch someone it'd pack extra hurt), some gold bracelets on her wrists, and of course, to signify her status as a princess, she had a silver tiara with a yellow topaz embedded in it. As far as the piercings went, she had a gold belly button piercing, a gold stud in her right nostril, a couple of gold rings in each of her bear ears, and big gold hoops in her human ears.

"Isn't this a bit… excessive?" Sun remarked, looking at all the new accessories with some interest and yet concern.

"Nonsense, she's a princess now; there's no such thing as too much. Besides," Qrow added, shrugging with a carefree smile. "Gold is clearly Yang's color. In fact, I think I just thought up a princess name for you, firecracker. We'll call you Princess Goldie."

"Sounds good to me. Modesty isn't really my style anyway, and it's not yours either, Sun," Yang said, looking at her brother with an amused yet judgemental look. "You're hardly one to talk about excessive jewelry when a month ago you were covered in jewelry you'd swiped from a stand, saying it was 'made for you'." Yang smirked. "Well guess what? This jewelry was literally made for me, and I'm gonna rock it!" Yang put her hands on her hips and puffed her chest out proudly. "I'll admit this many necklaces is a bit much though," she added more modestly.

"I'll gladly take some off your hands!" Sun said. Yang sighed and took off all but one of the necklaces, handing them to Sun, who quickly put them on. "Now we're talking! They look so much better on me. Say, what am I gonna do while you're playing princess, anyway?"

"You can be part of my entourage," Yang said. "You'll need a disguise though. Can't have people recognizing you, after all. That'd be a bitch to explain our way out of."

"Abs McGee here needs a disguise, eh? I'm on it," Qrow said, zapping Sun with a blast of his magic. Sun now had a fake mustache decorating his upper lip. "Whaddaya think, kid?"

Sun looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled. "It's perfect."