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Blake ran through the forest, ducking under gunshots and weaving between trees, her ebony hair trailing in the wind. She saw a cliff coming up, and she drove herself toward it, not slowing down. Blake took a deep breath, time seemingly slowing down, and she threw herself from the ledge, and looked down to see water heading toward her, so slowly yet so fast. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the unsavoury feeling of water, and she hit the liquid's surface, instantly losing consciousness.

Her eyes shot open, and she found herself lying by the waterside, her clothes drenched and her hair dripping water onto the grass. Blake shot to her feet, and saw a woman stood by a fire. She recognised her. She'd follow that blonde hair to the ends of Remnant if she had to, and the woman turned, revealing a pair of lilac eyes, showing hesitation yet excitement at the same time. The blonde walked over to Blake, and looked her in the eyes.

"Before either of us decide to do anything hasty, how can I know it's really you, and not some duplicate sent by Ironwood?" Blake was interrogated by the blonde woman, and Blake chuckled.

"You know it's me, right? You can tell, can't you?" Blake asked, but the woman shook her head, her hand resting by her hip. "Yang, please?" Blake pleaded, and the woman shoved a revolver to Blake's forehead.

"You do not have the right to address me by name until you prove who you are!" The woman, Yang, snarled. "Tell me something about me only Blake would know… Favourite colour?" Yang questioned me, and I laughed.

"It's a tie of purple and red, and we both know why." I grinned, but Yang shook her head. "OK. I'll try something else to convince you. You and your sister, Ruby Rose, do not have the same mother. But you didn't know until after Ruby's mother had died in an attack. You, just like myself, joined the Huntsmen when you were seventeen to protect your sister and keep her from harm but she only followed in your footsteps, joining a few months after you, at fifteen years old." Blake told Yang, and the blonde lowered the revolver, a sad smile on her face.

"It's you. It's really you." She murmured, and wrapped the soaked woman in a tight hug. "I missed you so much." Yang spoke into Blake's shoulder, and Blake smiled.

"You won't have to miss me any more. I'm here now, we're all back together again." Blake replied, smiling at the blonde.

"I never stopped looking. Not for one moment, I promise you." Yang told Blake, her eyes watering. "I searched, and searched, and searched. I really did, I just never found you." Yang sobbed holding Blake tighter now.

"Well, you've found me now. You won't lose me again." Blake responded, but Yang only sniffed loudly.

"Oh Oum, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!" Yang shouted, and sending vibrations down Blake's spine. "If I'd been a few minutes faster. If I'd just been there for you when you needed me. I'm so, so, so sorry Blake." Yang bawled, letting go of the raven-haired faunus girl, and curling into a ball on the ground. Blake coughed heavily, repeatedly, and looked at Yang in fear.

"Yang! Yang! Yang, what's!" Blake was cut of by a fit of coughing, and she saw the tide lap around her ankles. "What's wrong!" Blake finished, but Yang continued to sob. "Yang! Please! Yang!" Blake shook her friend, but got no response. Blake heard the rushing of water, and looked down at her feet, only to see the lake's floor a few metres away. She screamed in surprise, but only bubbles flew from her mouth. She passed out again in a few more seconds.

She awoke once more, and found herself floating in the middle of the lake. Her eyes widened, and she quickly swam to the water's edge before coughing water from her lungs. After almost a minute of continuous coughing, she stopped, looking back at the lake that had almost been the end of her. In her short glance, she caught a glimpse of golden-blonde making it's way into the forest on the other side of the lake, which caused Blake to spin around in shock. But it was gone. The woman raced around the lake, to the point where she thought she had seen something enter the treeline, and sniffed the air. Smoke. She could smell smoke. No. It wasn't smoke. It was Yang. She could smell Yang.

Hey there. Thought I'd treat you to a quick story which I just thought up. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. If you have any requests that you want me to write about, PM me or leave a review and I'll try my best to write it (NO SMUT)! Anyway, Remember that Constructive Criticism is always Useful, Reviews are Welcomed, and Keep Moving Forward!

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