Not of the owning of RWBY, it be of the belonging of RoosterTeeth.


Thank you to Monty Oum, an amazing man, animator, and creator. Keep moving forward.


`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…` Blake – 2 Years Old `…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`

"Don't drop her!" Kali exclaimed when she walked out of the small boathouse to see Ghira lifting and dropping Blake towards the water. Blake was thrilled with the action, laughing, and wiggling in the air as Ghira held her by the back of her sand covered overalls. The small family of three had been enjoying the smooth sand and a picnic lunch before returning to the boat to fish and enjoy the peace of open water.

"Gain! Gain!" Blake squealed as Ghira set her on his shoulder, smiling fondly at his wife as she gave him a disapproving look.

"Maybe later, Blake." Ghira said with a smile as he walked over to the other side of the boat to his chair and fishing rod. "Have I ever told you the story of the panther that taught the first Huntress?" Ghira asked as he sat down with Blake in his lap and Kali nearby sunbathing. "The panther was a lone creature, choosing to ignore the actions of man and instead focus on his small kingdom. One day, while hunting for himself he came across a tiny little man cub." Ghira began, his deep voice mesmerizing Blake while he checked his line and lifted a simple straw hat to block the sun from his face.

"Now the panther thought to himself, why would man leave one of their little ones alone? She cannot hunt, nor can she climb the high trees to escape the heavy steps of the elephant or the quiet slither of the snake." Ghira said, pulling a half made straw hat out and braiding it for Blake.

"Hiss," Blake giggled, sticking her tongue out in an imitation of a snake. Ghira smiled, rubbing Blake's hair affectionately before continuing his story.

"The panther decided if man wanted to leave one of their own behind, then he would take her. He taught the little man cub how to listen to the birds and small prey for danger. He taught her how to jump high and climb to find a safe bed in the trees, and he taught her how to find the weak or sickly beasts to take to help the herds and packs to survive." Ghira went on, his eyes looking up to his wife who was smiling and watching them as he played with Blake. Covering her ears, then lifting her high above his head, before bringing her back to his lap as she laughed. "But soon he realized that she longed to return from where she came." Ghira said, his sharp eyes seeing a tug on his line as he continued. Without pausing his story, he dropped Blake's unfinished hat down next to him and grabbed the pole.

"So, the panther gave her one last gift, the gift of a Hunter." Ghira said, pointing to his eyes and nose before brushing Blake's ears. "He gave her sight to see in the shadows, smells to track, and ears to listen." He told her, smiling when Blake covered her nose and pulled her ears back with a laugh.

"Ghira!" Kali suddenly exclaimed, making the large man's eyes snap to his fishing rod just as it came loose. Standing up to snatch it back, he temporarily forgot Blake was in his lap and sent the two year old flying over the small railing of the boat and into the water. "BLAKE!" Kali yelled as Ghira yanked his pole -fish and all- out of the water and dove in next to his wife.

"Maybe the panther should pay more attention." Kali said when the family of three surfaced, Kali holding a stunned Blake and keeping them afloat while Ghira shook his head free of water. "And next time put on a life jacket." She added when Blake started to cry from the shock of being thrown overboard and then rescued.

`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…` Blake – 2 and a half years old `…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`…`

"…unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee." Kali prayed, focusing her lilac colored Aura onto Blake, and coaxing the toddler's own Aura out. Blake looked around at her similar colored Aura wrapping around her, captivated by the strange tingling feeling, and missing her mother smile and draw her Aura back.

That was two weeks ago, Ghira and Kali were now both dealing with outbursts of her semblance with a mix of exasperation, amusement, and eye rolls.

"Blake, you need a bath." Kali said for the umpteenth time, reaching for the angry two year old and trying to put her in the warm ankle deep water.

"No!" Blake snapped, replacing herself with a shadow and running to the door. "No want it!" Blake told her passionately while trying to open the door. Not for the first time was Kali glad the doorknobs everywhere in the house where too high for Blake to reach.

"You're covered in mud and you smell like fish. You need a bath." Kali told her daughter, walking over to grab the naked girl again and wrap her in a firmer hold.

"Fishes is good! No bath!" Blake yelled, struggling against Kali as the water got closer. "Noooo!" Blake howled, making Kali roll her eyes and mentally start a count down.

"Are you sure I can't help?" Ghira asked, poking his head in right on cue and making Kali's ears droop in defeat.

"I can do it." She growled, now struggling to hold onto Blake as she tried to get to her father, who wouldn't give her a bath. "You know, I hate being the villain but you won't give her a bath." She told him as he slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, giving Blake a reassuring smile as tears formed in her eyes and she reached for him.

"She doesn't like the water." Ghira said lamely, shrugging his massive shoulders as if it weren't obvious. "And it is entirely my fault!" He added quickly when he saw the angry look shot his way.

"Blake, enough. Just let me at least get the mud out of your hair." Kali tried, getting a rough head shake for her answer before an opened bottle of soap was dropped into the water with a thunk. Blake wouldn't give up though, kicking at the water fiercely and letting out loud howls as she tried to get Ghira to save her. "Look at the bubbles, Blake." Kali tried, watching as Blake's kicks created a mass of bubbles before she could fish the soap out. Blake paused her tantrum for a minute, looking at the water angrily before gapping at the sudden addition of bubbles.

"How!" Blake demanded, turning her head to look at Kali as she smiled in triumph. Kali hummed, playfully cocking her head to the side and smiling as Blake waited impatiently for an answer. "Maw!" Blake snapped, trying to give Kali an angry look but only making a pout instead.

"Magic," Kali told her with a smile as Blake's ears stood up and she gave a wide eyed look of wonder. "But it'll only last for a few minutes." Kali added and waited as Blake looked at the water and seemed to think it over.

"Bath time." Blake finally said with a nod and Kali had to fight back the urge to laugh as she finally lowered Blake into the water and snatched up the soap.

"And that is how it's done." Kali said triumphantly as Blake played in the bubbles, ignoring her Mother for the most part as she scrubbed the mud out of her soft hair. Ghira rolled his eyes, letting his wife soak in her win before he slipped out of the bathroom to go finish off a few work papers.

He could almost swear it had only been a second after he sat down when he heard a crash sound followed by his wife loud cry of their child's name.

"Oh no." Ghira muttered under his breath, watching the door to his study for the small shadow that would soon come.

"Da!" Blake yelled, a small thud hitting Ghira's door and making him wince as her small fist hit the thin door. "Da! Da! Da!" Blake yelled, her calls turning to cries that Ghira forced himself to ignore. Dammit! He was stronger than the cries of a toddler!

`…`…`

Kali watched her husband stand under the water of the shower wearing swim trunks and avoiding her eyes as Blake rinsed off in his arms.

"You know you're wrapped around her finger, don't you?" Kali asked, laughing when Ghira grumbled something in reply. "I'll read to Blake tonight." She told him as he turned off the water and grabbed a towel.

`…`…`…`…`…`…` Blake – 3 `…`…`…`…`…`

Blake glared at Peter as he glared back, his arms crossed and holding a simple yet cute white kimono with gold and black butterflies on it.

"Yes." He said sternly, looking down at Blake as she bared her teeth and attempted to intimidate the older boy.

"No!" She yelled, stomping her foot for added emphasis, and took off running.

"Blake!" Peter yelled, chasing after the short toddler as she ducked and weaved between people. "Get back here!" He yelled as he pushed between a group, his blue eyes looking around for the lost toddler. "Awe! C'mon!" He snapped, stomping the ground himself in anger before looking up at the sky and calling out for Blake as loudly as he could.

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Minnie glanced up again, her rounded ears flicking as she watched the small toddler quietly read. The child had appeared about an hour previously and had seemed happy to sit in the children's section of the library. The older woman vaguely recognized the child, knowing she'd seen her somewhere but couldn't place exactly where.

"Hey Min, got some returns for you!" A woman greeted, dropping a few tomes onto the counter and making the mouse Faunus jump in surprise. "Are you reading those horror books again?" The woman asked with a stern look as the librarian laughed and shook her head, discreetly sliding one such book further under her desk with her knee.

"Sorry, did the boys finish all these?" Minnie asked as she looked at the complicated machinery books and then at her friend. "Hard to believe they're only fourteen." She said as she pushed the books aside and rolled her eyes at the large grocery bag being put down in front of her.

"I know! I know! You pack your own, but Don made these amazing taquitos and I had to bring you some." The woman said with a grin and pulled out three small boxes full of food.

"Daisy, you can't just come here and feed me! I'm trying to be healthy!" Minnie said, laughing as she took one of the containers emitting a heavenly smell.

"Sure, it's not like your already stick thin! Pretty soon you'll be thinner than paper." Daisy said, leaning over the counter to push playfully at her friend.

"'Scuse me." A tiny little voice called out, interrupting the two women and drawing their attention to a small nervous toddler. "I want these p'ease." Blake said, holding up a stack of beginners Dr. Seuss books to Minnie.

"Sure thing! Do you have a library card?" She asked, carefully taking the books and pulling up a due date for the trio of books.

"This?" Blake asked, holding up a worn card with a book printed on it. Minnie took the card anyway, turning it over to look at the faded signature on the back, before looking at Daisy.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Daisy asked as Minnie tried to decipher the name on the back. The first letters were to smudged but maybe the last four would pull something up.

"B'ake." Blake said softly, her ears folded back slightly as the blond woman talked to her. She wasn't supposed to talk to strangers but she really wanted those books!

"Do you know where your daddy and mommy are Blake?" Daisy asked and watched as Minnie slid the books back towards them and Blake's eyes and ears lit up. "Do you like to read?" Daisy asked, reminded of her own triplets and how the boys read anything and everything they could.

"Uh huh, it's a cat." Blake said, pulling one of the books down to show Daisy the tall black cat in a hat to the woman.

"Yep, a very special cat." Daisy said as Blake opened the book to a random page and grinned. "You okay, Min?" Daisy asked when she heard her friend go silent and looked up at her amused eyes.

"Blake, is your daddy's name Ghira?" Minnie asked the three year old, finally having found a name to go with the card in her hand.

"No," Blake said, shaking her head, and making Minnie blink in confusion while Daisy bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Da's name is Da." Blake told her, her little ears folding back when Daisy started to laugh and Minnie facepalmed.

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"Aster! Please!" Peter begged his older brother, the eleven year old pulling on the back of his apron as the young man carefully painted a few finished pieces of furniture. "Lady Kali and Mom are gonna kill me if I don't find her!" Peter said, slipping, and letting go of his brother when he moved across the shop for more paint.

"I done told ya, no. Go find her yourself!" The tall grey rabbit Faunus snapped at the boy, turning around to glare at him when he stomped his foot. "Where have you looked?" He said after a minute doing a glaring match at the tween.

"I checked the main building, the market place, the docks, and the bakery. Nobody's seen her." Peter told him, watching thankfully as his brother removed his apron and poked his head out of the door leading to the front of the building.

"I'm going on lunch!" He called out, getting a muffled reply from a large man in red that was buried inside a piano. "I'll be back in an hour." Aster added, watching the large man jump back as the piano let out a loud bang.

"Da! She is perfect once more!" Aster's boss sang in a thick accent that made the young man roll his eyes.

"Alright, c'mon." Aster said, walking out of the back with his brother bouncing behind him. "Let's go check the school district and then swing by Mom's. She could be there." He said, looking at his brother as he stood there by his side.

"What?" Peter asked, cocking his head to the side before letting out a yelp when Aster lightly smacked his ears. "What was that for!" Peter demanded as he rubbed his sore ear and glared at his brother.

"Go check by the school and the playground before I change my mind." He grumbled and watched his brother take off. "Meet me back here in an hour!" He hollered after the boy, muttering about irresponsible kids under his breath as he made his way down the long, crowded street to his Mom's neighborhood.

`…`

"Excuse me ladies, but have you seen a kit? About yay high, black hair, large ears, wearing a pink tank top and barefoot?" Aster asked, walking into the slightly crowded library. It was highly unusual in his opinion, but then again, he hadn't set foot in a library since he was Peter's age so a day like this could be normal.

"I'm sorry, how can I help you?" A young woman, probably around Aster's age asked, her multicolored hair glittering slightly as she turned away from the child in front of her to look at him.

"Um, I uh, Aster!" Aster stumbled, trying to get his brain to catch up with his mouth as he quirked a smile at the giggling girl.

"I'm Isla, but my friends call me Tooth. Long story," the young woman said with a laugh as she shook Aster's hand. "Are you here for Story Time?" She asked, nodding to the circle of kids listening to a woman with mouse ears read a children's book.

"No, I mean, I'm looking for a runt. Name's Blake, she's supposed to be with my brother but she has a thing for books. Kinda hopin' she was here." Aster said, shaking his head, and feeling a tinge of regret at not being able to flirt with the woman. Maybe he'd see her again. It was a small island.

"As'er!" A familiar voice cried out, followed by something hitting Aster's leg.

"Blake? What're you doin here, Runt? Don't you know better than to run off." Aster said with a relieved look as he lifted his leg to show Blake curled around the lower half of the limb. Blake only grinned, letting out a laugh when the young man kicked her up into the air and placed her on a shoulder.

"Is she your sister?" Tooth asked as Blake wiggled back down to run over to a stack of books.

"Nah, she's my Mom's friend's kit. My brothers and I watch her whenever they get busy." Aster said with a shrug as Blake handed him the books and climbed back up his leg. "Mind checking us out?" He asked with a blush as he hefted Blake up onto his shoulders while Tooth looked at them with an 'awe they're so cute' gaze.

"Huh? Oh! Right! Those books are already checked out by Blake, just have back in two weeks." Tooth said with a smile as Aster struggled to put the books in his bag.

"Maybe we can hang out some time. There's a bonfire going on tonight near the dunes." Aster tried, ignoring the way his tail shook in hope that Tooth would say yes.

"Hmm, I'm new to the area so pick me up at sundown? The house nearest the docks with the dark green windows." Tooth said with a smile as Aster's tail shook and he felt like floating away.

"Right! Sundown!" He said and bounded out of the library, not even bothered by the stares following him as he ran to his work. He had a date!

"Blake, maybe you and I should hang out more often!" Aster said with a grin as he ran, smiling when Blake told him to go faster. "Careful what you wish for!" He said and used his semblance to dive into the ground. Blake clung closer to him as he shot off below the streets, laughing at their speed before Aster jumped straight up into the air.

"Tada!" Aster sang happily as he let Blake down and watched her bounce to the door. This wasn't exactly her first time at the craft and repair shop.

"Help?" A weak voice called out from where a pile of old paint and polish cans sat. "Aster?" Peter called from beneath the pile, making Blake turn away from the door to look at Aster in confusion as the young man facepalmed.

"You are so lucky I'm in a good mood." Aster said as he moved a few cans aside to find his paint and polish splattered brother beneath the useless cans. "C'mon, shower upstairs." He said, pulling his brother to his feet and wincing at the potent smell.

"Ew," Blake drawled, covering her own nose as Peter made a colorful exit.

"Why don't you come paint with me, Blake? Should keep you busy for an hour or so." Aster said as they walked inside and Blake ran over to the small empty space Aster kept clean just for her.

"Blue p'ease!" Blake said, trying to imitate the young man as he slipped on his apron and grabbed an old shirt for Blake to wear.

"First things first." Aster said, dropping the large shirt over Blake's head and helping her tie a string around her waist. "Hands up!" He said, and grinned when Blake's hands rose above her head. "Hmm, now we need brushes and,"

"Paint!" Blake cheered, jumping up and down as Aster grabbed the kid friendly water paint his boss kept around for his grandkids.

"Today, we can paint these!" Aster told her, pulling out a box of old wooden toys that looked well loved. "I'll sand and repair and you,"

"Paint!" Blake told him, grinning happily at the thought of getting to finger paint and help Aster. The man was in a good mood, and everyone could feel it.

`…`…`…`…`…`…` Blake – 3 and a few months `…`…`…`…`…`…`

Ghira hummed appreciatively as the thunder rolled outside and lightening flashed. The storm had started shortly before he managed to get home, after changing into a set of loose pajamas and making tea he had decided to sit in the living room with the massive sliding doors open to let in the soothing smell of rain and its breezes.

His wife was asleep, looking as if she had been waiting for him to come home before losing the battle against sleep. After switching into his clean clothes, he had pulled a blanket up around the woman and slipped back out.

"Da?" A tiny little voice called out fearfully as another crack rolled through the air, making Ghira blink out of his thoughts as something thudded into the couch and dug claws into his leg.

"Blake?" Ghira whispered, looking down at the blanket with arms clinging to his leg. "C'mere Kit." Ghira rumbled, lifting Blake and the blanket up into his lap just as another flash lit the room and Blake jumped to hide against his chest.

"Is it too loud?" Ghira asked as he gently placed a hand on Blake's tiny back and rubbed it through the blanket. "Don't worry, the sprites and fairies will stop playing soon." Ghira told her, watching the storm as Blake shook her head.

"Tell them go away." Blake told him, lifting her head to look at him from under the blanket. Ghira smiled, lifting his hand to grab his tea while shifting Blake so she could see the storm as it rolled.

"Look, watch the light very closely." Ghira said, taking a sip of his tea as he looked at Blake, watching small amber eyes peek out fearfully as lightening flashed in an arc over the dark sky. "Those were small fairies, lighting the path for the rain to fall." Ghira told her, softly squeezing her closer when she flinched away from the thunder. "And those were mischievous sprites playing the drums so the fairies know when to turn on the lights." Ghira added, smiling when Blake looked up at him in confusion.

"Why?" She asked, pulling the blanket over her head again when the thunder clapped right above them. "I don' like 'em!" She whined, her bottom lip pulled out as tears made her eyes glisten.

"Because. Without the fairies to light the way, the rain wouldn't know where to go. And without the drums, the sprites can't tell the fairies when to show the rain where to go." Ghira explained and stood up with Blake. "They won't hurt you." Ghira told her, holding out his free hand to catch a few drops as a softer roll of thunder sounded far off in the distance.

"Promise?" Blake asked, still looking unsure about the weather as Ghira used the fresh rain to brush his hair back.

"Promise." Ghira swore, hefting Blake higher up onto his shoulder and folding the blanket around her. "Why don't we go to bed?" Ghira asked, raising a brow in surprise when Blake shook her head.

"Gotta read." She told him with a stern look that made him smile.

"Only one." Ghira told her, and walked to her bedroom. It was a normal, if incredibly purple and cartoonish, toddler room with the bed being an exception. Instead of a normal toddler bed, Kali and Ghira had gotten Blake a small hammock to sleep in and had put a large rocking chair near it so they could read her to sleep. "The Tale of Hump-"

"Not that one!" Blake whined, seeing the cover of the small book, and shaking her head. "Hoppin' pot!" Blake pleaded, pointing to the small fantasy book Kali had probably left out. Ghira groaned with a smile as he switched the books out, happy he could make Blake so excited by just reading a book to her.

"The Wizard and the Hopping Pot." Ghira read, smiling when Blake giggled and cuddled against his chest, looking at the large pictures on each page as Ghira read the short tale to her.

`…`…`…`

Kali smiled at the sight of Ghira, completely knocked out in the rocking chair with Blake similar and curled up in his arms. The book Kali had read to Blake the previous night was on the floor next to Ghira's feet, one of his claws digging slightly into the cover as he grunted in his sleep and pulled Blake closer.

The sight was adorable, and Kali knew Ghira would be waking up soon so her window of opportunity was quickly closing. Darting to the kitchen for a camera, Kali silently made her way back to Blake's room and smiled at the new sight of Blake sleepily patting Ghira's open mouth, trying to stop the snores emitting from the man.

"Good morning," Kali purred as she took the picture with a click.

"We need a different chair." Ghira grumbled as he woke up, lifting his neck with a harsh popping sound that made Blake sit up with a yawn. "One with cushions." He grouched as Kali decided to help him stand by lifting Blake onto her hip with one hand and using the other to pull Ghira up.

"Maybe if someone had come to bed," Kali trailed off, letting her husband be as he stumbled out of the room in search of coffee or tea. It was his day off, so she'd let him be. Maybe she could give him a massage later? She mused as she walked to the kitchen with Blake to start a late breakfast.


-Sorry for the dull-ness of the chapter, Blake is surprisingly (or not) the hardest character to write about. What are some cute antics you want to see the girls do next? Leave a review with your suggestion!