A/N

Welp, I hope you guys are staying safe at your homes out there, this pandemic is taking a toll on all of us.

Anyways, I said I'll have P a treon or smth like that set up by around this week, but I have yet to figure out how to get it to work, so it'll be a while more for that to be finalized and such. Thank you guys for your patience on waiting the week out though, Corona has made work very taxing and both my physique and brain very tired because of the commotion it caused and the actions I have to take, thus, the delay on this chapter and such.

Let's all just pray it'll glaze over soon.

Thanks for all the well wishes and support you guys said you could possibly give, I'll be looking forward to where this fic can update back to it's regulated schedule again.

Also, yay! New cover art! Brings you back down memory lane now doesn't it?

No, I wouldn't be leaving in enshrouded in shadows forever, and yes, you guys will be unlocking them one by one with me along this journey as soon as my P a treon starts running. How cool is that?!

Sorry I couldn't do the 'Trailers', it's a little bit out of both my budget range and it'll take time out of this fic and delay it even more, hehe.

Pyrrha's POV

"Feels just like we're right back in initiation, doesn't it?" Jaune chuckled nervously while the champion's eyes squinted into a thin line to sharpen her focus, scanning the area for any moving silhouettes amongst the shade provided to them by the canopy over their heads.

"Maybe." She replied with half a nod, which told much about her attention on her boyfriend.

There was nothing wrong being too careful. Although the cover from the leaves above had sheltered them from the heat from the sun, it came with the disadvantages of casting harsh shadows which, in conjunction with the near blinding rays of light of the afternoon sun that were seeping through the spaces between the branches, provided the perfect camouflage for the creatures of Grimm, being naturally dark in color.

"You ever had a feeling that they uh," Jaune's wrist rotated in the air. "I don't know... forgot about us?"

When there were no sudden movements, Pyrrha paused for a while more for reassurance, before advancing, heels digging into the grass riddled mud while her boyfriend trailed not too far behind her.

"Well, forests do tend to be quite dense in nature." Pyrrha admitted, shoulders sagging ever so slightly while her green eyes remained sharp and alert. Just like a certain someone... She chucked internally at her own joke while emerald orbs flicked briefly to the blonde knight, who had his shield on his right arm deployed and was looking on edge as he rotated his head to look at their rear.

"It's going to be difficult for them to cover a large area, especially if most of the men from Earth seems... untrained." That was the best indirectly unoffensive word she could come up with at the moment. It was obvious by the way they handled the Grimm on the airship, swinging their hands wildly even with a Huntsman level weapon.

More than a Huntsman level weapon actually. Pyrrha reminded herself. Louis's weapons can reduce a pack of 12 or so Beowolves into ashes in seconds should he want it.

She shuddered at the thought of what would've ensued had they accidentally activated it's Overdrive function.

Shaking off her thoughts that went off trail, no pun intended considering the fact that they encountered a trail along the way, she decided to focus more on their current predicament.

"We did leave some marks on the trees back there," The champion stated. "So if they noticed it along the way, they should find us in no time."

"That is if they assume it wasn't just some random wild Grimm that made them."

"They won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"The creatures of Grimm do tend to spawn in large quantities if the areas are unattended." Pyrrha explained. "They wouldn't just 'mark' trees out of instinct, despite their animalistic nature. There must've been some form of conflict for it to happen, usually with humans." She shrugged off casually, as if it was obvious. "In addition to that, the marks we made were from our weapons, sharp and manmade, not jagged and raw. The group will be able to tell the difference."

"And if it get's knocked down?"

"Then we'd just have to hope that doesn't happen." She couldn't help but giggle optimistically with her attention still honed ahead. "I mean what are the odds of the others encountering something like that large Ursai we fought?"

"You mean the large Ursai you fought," Jaune whined, expression settling to pout while his shoulders noticeably slumped. "Even the fact that it was a Major didn't seem to be a problem for you."

The champion noticeably winced, but hid it quickly.

She was about to point out that it wasn't actually a Major, and the fact that the population of normal Ursa here grew to the size of a common Ursa Major in the Emerald Forest had even her astonished, but she bit back the urge to correct him.

Back in the day, she would've hated comments like that. Being a worldwide renowned champion and 4 time regional champion of Mistral hadn't been easy, especially with the fact that she had to put up a strong front to conceal the disappointment when people put her up on a pedestal.

It was always, "Smile for the camera, wave, and be polite and gentle." as her agent would put it.

"Be sweet, and they'll love you."

"Always be nice, no matter what. That is... if you want to keep your title."

She could never be her true self. Not in public.

Until they came.

She stopped in her tracks, and her mind wandered back to the past, where they... she, had been saved by them. There was another world out there other than Remnant. A place where their lives were made for nothing but entertainment that was limited to nothing but a screen, like a zoo animal trapped within a cage.

What did the audience feel when she had killed Penny? Disgust? Rage? Pity?

What had the audience feel like when she was killed? Sadness? Sorrow? Perhaps even justice Penny's death.

But they changed that. They helped her get a Jaune and she even broke down in front of them. But unlike the spectators and her fans who she knew for certain will lose all respect for her show of weakness with judgmental eyes, they instead helped her so that they could all make it out alive.

Time spent with Team RWBY had told her that Weiss and her were almost on parallels at that aspect.

She wasn't as invincible as the others had thought. Weiss wasn't as perfect as the others saw her as.

Here they were, wearing masks they were taught and forced to wear ever since they were nothing but children.

She had to wonder how the white clad heiress was doing back at her homeland.

At least her restrictions only extended to her agents, and not her family members. She couldn't imagine what the unfortunate heiress is going through right now.

She let out a sigh of part relief, part sorrow.

It did not go unnoticed by Jaune.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She replied flatly as her arms fell to her side.

Jaune would probably ask again later no doubt, but she was thankful that he let it slide, at least for now.

She let her thoughts wander again to the current situation at hand.

With the Grimm of Remnant now possibly hunting them down actively, along with Cinder and ... Salem's other acolytes, any one of them could die at any given moment. At the end of the day, they were all human.

This was no longer a show that could be predicted to the men of Earth. Every action the group made, no matter how small or big, would have a consequence.

Just because she avoided her destiny of death in the hands of Cinder during the Fall, doesn't mean that she could run from it forever.

There was no 'latter opportunity' this time, no 'second chance' or 'reset'.

What Louis said in the airship played in her head. Over and over again.

"Salem couldn't be killed."

"Why didn't Ozpin just tell u-"

"Because he didn't want you to lose hope."

On that note, he was right.

They couldn't lose hope. Shouldn't.

They couldn't afford to.

Then again, this was the same man that had offered her the responsibility of the world on her shoulders. Although she had a choice to decline, someone else would've been made a maiden in her place.

It was only a matter of time before she had to face her destiny.

Her eyes roved to Jaune, who was taking in flora and fauna in awe.

So she wasn't about to deflect a compliment, especially if it came from the blonde knight. If destiny had brought them here, and they had brought them together, then it couldn't be a mere coincidence.

She was gonna make the most of this chance they had made for her.

She was gonna spend most of her time with her friends by being herself, and not dawn on that godforsaken mask she wore all the time.

And the best part is, she wasn't gonna go through this alone. She had the people of Earth, she had Team JNPR. She had Team RWBY, but most importantly...

She had Jaune.

After all, Louis did say to make my own decisions as me for once.

Don't want their efforts to be in vain, after all.

"Thank you Jaune," The champion said.

"For what?"

"The compliment, of taking down the Ursa-"

"Major." Jaune corrected smugly with his know-it-all tone.

She had to push down the urge to correct him once more and gulped down her fear that there may be more. "But I don't think I could've been able to take down that Ursa without you by my side."

And just like that, the courage built from probably an hour of pondering out in the wild drained out of her as she realized what she just said.

Her cheeks burned brilliant red.

The red haired champion can feel Jaune's eyes peeling away from the back of her head while his fingers scratched either his cheek or the back of his neck. He always does that when she looked flustered.

It was technically his fault she was in this state. It would only be fair that he compensated in his own way.

The minute distraction was more than enough, for in that moment, Jaune stumbled on some uneven ground, caking the ancestral blade he carried and the spotless breastplate in mud as he fell face first.

"Pffffft..." Pyrrha's hands immediately flew up to cover her mouth.

"Haha, real funny." Jaune grumbled under his breath as he wiped some of the sticky brown substance off his face. "It's your fault for being so beautiful to look at."

Those words were enough to drive the champion into silence once more. Her eyes shifted to the ground, her cheeks burning as red as her hair as she fiddled with Milo's handle.

"I never get tired of hearing you say that, y'know..." She muttered as she released a long breath, before turning around and extending a hand towards her man.

"And I never get tired of seeing that face." He replied.

"What fac-"

Before she could even process what happened, he lurched after her, grabbed the back of her head and twisting sideways to deliver a hungry kiss. The fact that it tasted like mud or that some of it may have gotten within didn't even matter to her.

Mist immediately clouded her mind as her hands instinctively went up to grasp at his messy golden locks which had grown in the past few months of inactivity, pulling him even deeper into the passionate embrace as their tongues intertwined.

When the two parted, and it was due to lack of air than anything, Jaune drew back with a satisfied smirk, though Pyrrha could very well feel it was already there when their lips touched. Her blush just intensified when his eyes sought hers to take in the sight of her expression.

"That face." The blonde knight chuckled as she felt his hands trailing down her exposed upper back and down onto her hips, making her shudder with every inch traveled when it caused goosebumps to travel down her spine.

His clamped down on her cheek, or cheeks to be more precise, and gave it a tight squeeze.

"J... Jaune." Pyrrha inhaled sharply as the mist returned to her mind and her eyes which widened as she realized the hungry gaze the knight was giving her. He licked his lips in anticipation. Her throat felt dry. "Not now..."

"I don't see why not." Jaune said as he dove in for her neck.

His teeth grazed at her skin, marking her just like she had him a few nights before the flight here, causing her to gasp harshly.

A low growl interrupted their thoughts.

The champion's heel slammed into the back of the Beowolf's skull before it could even move in for the kill via roundhouse kick, then quickly retracted her foot mid air to sever the nape, which was only made possible due to the sharpened armour plates Louis and Evans had provided for her on the sides of her footwear.

"That's 'why not'." Pyrrha gasped again as that maneuver inadvertently caused her around and let him out of her vision, and that chance didn't go unnoticed. He now had his hands latched onto her, with one wrapped around her naval to prevent her escape, while the other, wasting no time, found itself on her breast.

She moaned when she felt the pressure of him squeezing against the thin leather armour she wore, and elicited another when he gently pulled her hair to crane her neck sideways and tease the forefront of his tongue alone her jawline.

"You're hot when you do that y'know..." Jaune whispered when he reached her ear.

"D-do what?" She panted.

"Kick Grimm butt." He specified as their waists touched. "Or any butt to be specific, makes me wanna claim yours."

S-she looked hot to him when she fights...?

"W-why now of all times...?"

"Well, I did say that this reminded me of the Emerald Forest." He gestured around him with one hand as they gently rocked from side to side, though Pyrhha's mind couldn't make any sense as to what he could be hinting at. "And you nearly impaled me back then..." He said, hands roving dangerously near her waist while his hands ever so slowly moved downwards to attempt to undress her. "I think it's about time I return the favor..."

"Ye-"

"Oh get a room you two!"

Just as fast as they closed in to find themselves in such a precarious position, they split apart as if two ends of the same magnetic pole and faced away from each other, uncomfortably shuffling in place.

Both their faces were hot and red, as if they just swallowed something incredibly spicy, eyes slowly roving towards the source of their intrusion.

Familiar short, orange hair popped out of the bushes nearby as she went up to them with a cheerful prance, grinning from ear to ear. "There's nothing to be ashamed of." She saluted like a soldier being called on duty. "I'm pretty sure even the armour Louis and Evans made couldn't protect you from everything."

"NORA!" Ren jogged up to the hammer wielding girl as he panted harshly. "Sorry," He apologized as he held his hand out to take a few more deep breaths. The man apparently knew his priorities. After he finally seemingly calmed down, he continued. "I couldn't stop her..."

That was it? Truth be told Pyrrha was expecting more after a full minute or two to compose his exhausted self.

"I-it's ok." Pyrrha rushed to get out, all too happy with their orange-haired teammate's intrusion. Otherwise, she might just have complied to Jaune's wishes.

Despite the fact that they were together for a while now, they hadn't really... gotten there yet. Sure, they had intimate nights, but at most, Jaune had only removed her top with her permission, and that was as far as she'd let it. He was kind enough to keep himself in check, despite how his face twisted into disappointment sometimes and she had no choice but to apologize internally.

She was unsure if she was ready for... that. Especially not when they were gathered in a party of more than a dozen where anybody could've walked in on them at any given time.

Nora's poorly or well timed, depending on how you see it, intrusion, just further proved that point.

At any rate, that explained why Jaune had been so daring this time around.

Though with the way he had requested for it to be done, she found that she actually found him to be quite adorable, being all insistent and desperate, and found the idea of begging like a puppy for her to be undone in the open like that quite... cute.

Her face flushed from bottom up like a thermometer exposed to a naked flame from Fire Dust, and her cheeks couldn't have gotten any redder by that point.

Why did I even think about that?!

Jaune coughed into his fist as he attempted to straighten his posture. The tip of always facing things with confidence from his father didn't appear to last long as he found his cheeks flushing once again while his eyes sought anywhere else but his teammate's. "Can you just... forget you saw anything?"

"Nope." Nora looked to be wearing a shit eating grin, and, with the same way Ruby would when she'd gotten into a 'denying all your doubts everything is going to be okay' mood, popped the word. "This'll be the main topic of discussion over the open campfire tonight!"

"No, no it won't." Ren clarified up with a flat tone, and an even flatter expression that was close to a deadpan. "We're sorry to intrude in on your... uh..." For once, the stoic gunman seemed to be flustered and had red tinted cheeks. Nora however, seemed unphased.

"I-it's ok." Pyrrha repeated again with while her hands frantically waved in the air in desperate hopes that they'll forget they saw the whole ordeal. "We weren't about to do anything in a forest full of Grimm anyway. It's dangerous here."

The disappointment on Jaune's sudden glum face was evident, and her heart crumbled into dust as an awkward silence fell between them.

I'm sorry!

"Well... if you say so." Nora linked her hands behind the back of her neck and spun on the balls of her foot to walk in a direction.

...

"Does she even know where she's going?" The blonde knight asked, all too happy with the distraction as he eyed their hammer wielding teammate.

"Nope." Ren popped. "Because that's the direction we just came from." He specified when Jaune raised a brow.

"Well, a direction is better than no direction right?" Jaune chuckled. "If we head in one, we're sure to run into Ruby and the others... Let's go team!" He pumped his fist in the air and hurriedly jogged up to Nora.

...

...

"Did... we come in at a bad time?" The eastern gunman asked with a raised brow as he holstered Stormflower by his sides when the champion made no motion to move. "Or perhaps say something wrong?"

"You didn't." Pyrrha sighed regretfully as she stared at the ground. "I did."

...

...

Pyrrha felt a large hand land on her shoulder, and when she made to look, Ren had a sympathetic smile on his face and is...

Is he slowly losing color?

A sudden rush of calm nothingness washed over her guilt like a cold evening breeze, causing her to gasp for air from the sudden influx in emotions.

"What... was that?" Pyrrha took a large gulp of air as Ren released his grip on the champion. "It felt like..."

"Like your emotions were being overtaken by a soothing wave, layers upon layers of it until they are completely muted?" The long haired man asked with a slight chuckle when Pyrrha nervously nodded. "That... would be my Semblance."

"Your... Semblance?" The red haired champion asked with a raised brow.

Ren had never shown any form of Semblance in his time at Beacon before.

As if reading her mind, he answered. "I never really used it at Beacon because it wasn't necessarily needed, with most of the student missions we go on being non-stealth and the fact that we always had each other's backs. It only helps when you're trying to hide in plain sight for a few seconds." He pointed out as he stood upright. "Comes in handy especially against Grimm. Drowns out negative emotions one might have while masking them at the same time."

Almost as close as being an empath...

"That'll certainly be used more often than not from now onwards." Pyrrha mused as she glanced to the woods around them.

Ren chuckled lightly as he extended an arm towards her.

"Better?"

"Better." Pyrrha smiled back with a warm chuckle. "I... needed that." She admitted as she subtly shook her head. "Thank you Ren."

"The pleasure is mine." He chuckled lightly in return, and started to walk in the direction his partner was in, with Pyrrha picking up Milo from the ground and trailing not too far behind.

On the bright side, it wasn't Louis or any of Team RWBY who found them in such a state.

Not that they would be surprised, at all. Evans and Louis and possibly Yang would probably cheer them on while they-

Once more, Pyrrha felt her cheek heat up.

Or any of the guys...

She shuddered at the thought of Dwiki.

Yang's POV

"Louis!"

"Louis?!"

"Not good..." Yang slowly lifted a large, jagged dark blade up to eye level. "Guys! Over here!"

"What is it Yang?" Ruby asked, by her side in a matter of seconds. "We have to find Louis, what'd you- " She gasped loud enough to herald the attention of the others.

Soon, the group gathered in a rough circle as Yang held the weapon in both hands.

"Requiem." Kevin traced his finger amongst the length of the greatsword. He cursed under his breath. "That means he is without a weapon..."

"How is he supposed to defend himself?!" Ruby yelled, immediately clamping both hands over her mouth when she realized how loud she sounded and how her voice cracked midway.

"No use panicking now." Blake pointed out as amber eyes scanned the treeline across the river for any enemies. "We just have to hope for the best."

"You look too calm at the fact that he might be eaten by Grimm." Yang raised a brow.

"He wouldn't go down easily if it is Grimm." The raven-haired girl scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You saw how he took down that Beringel."

Yeah, and you with it...

"What if he was caught off guard?" Ruby questioned.

"This is Louis we're talking about." Kevin cut in before Blake could open her mouth. "He may seem unattentive at times but things like a creature trying to swallow him whole wouldn't just slip past him."

"Besides, if that was the case, there would be blood or scattered remains by the rocks or the river itself." Derrick agreed with a nod as he flung the cape of his purple hood over his shoulder.

Before they could investigate any further, an explosive voice overlapped the already loud water crashing against the rocks.

"I'll kill that bastard if it's the last thing I do!"

"Uncle Qrow...?" Ruby's brow lifted high when her drunken uncle's wild eyes frantically looking left and right as if searching for something, with Harbinger in scythe form and dried blood trailing down his forehead. With the way he looked, he may as well had been a murderous psychopath that just came out of the latest slasher movie.

"Where... is that Louis of yours?"

Ruby spluttered as her cheeks immediately burst aflame.

"Wh-what?! Mine? No no, he isn't mine, not at all. Uncle Qrow, what are you talking about? Ehe... Me and Louis? Psh." She waved a hand dismissively. "No way!" She had a pained smile on her face and the edge couldn't stop twitching. "Not in a million years!"

"Well dear niece of mine..." Qrow strode towards the small reaper in large strides. Ruby couldn't help but look small as he got closer, and closer, made even more so by taking a few steps back. His hands settled on her shoulders to prevent her escape. "I know for a fact that you think of liking boys as 'gross' back at Signal." Ruby shrunk under his gaze. "You don't seem to be that way now, so you have a lot of explaining to do." She whimpered as the tall man towered over her with his scythe in both hands. "Where. Is. He?"

"That's what we're trying to find out." Yang sighed as she stepped in front of Ruby.

"You too firecracker?" Qrow let out an uncharacteristic snarl directed at his nieces. "Just how? You've always hated the idea of being with a boy back at Signal."

"Okay, A) The boys at Signal always look at me with an even, lecherous gaze because of my body. Even if they like me for who I am, I was never looking for a man to settle down with, which comes to my next point." This time it was Yang who made her uncle take a step back while her resonating stomp caused some pebbles to turn into dust. "B) Who said I like him in that way?!"

"Gee, I wonder how he could've figured that one out." Kevin's deadpanned tone cut through her retaliation as a familiar round shape stepped out from behind Qrow.

"Of course." Derrick, Blake and Yang somehow found a way to deadpan together while Ruby just stood there, miffed that she had caved in without much trouble.

"Why me?" Dwiki mooed.

"Anyways, you can all kill him later." Kevin ushered over to the river while the others didn't break eye contact with the pudgy boy.

"He was with us, but now he's gone missing." He filled Qrow in. "If you want to find him, interrogation or no, help."

"Fine." Qrow flung an arm in the air. "You lot couldn't stop me even if you want to."

"We know." Derrick shrugged. "But she can." He pointed to Ruby.

"Then I guess I'll just have to chat with him privately..." Qrow's face darkened and his grin grew nothing short of sinister.

"Okay okay," Yang held both arms out in order to calm her cackling uncle. "But first, you might wanna... wash up?" Her finger waved up to down motion to her own face.

"What's wrong with my-" Was all he managed to say before Yang dragged him by the collar to the reflective surface of the calmer side of the river.

All they saw in the ripples of rushing water, was a tired face almost completely drenched in red.

"Oh..."

...

...

"So, what happened?" A fresher looking Qrow with slick, messy hair getting combed to the back of his head asked.

"Louis opened a can of soda, went to shower, and is now missing." Kevin summarized.

"What if it was Cinder?" Ruby questioned with a panicked tone. "Or even the others that were with her? With the maiden powers, she wouldn't leave a trace!"

Kevin shook his head. "There are no signs of a fight breaking out here either. If it was Cinder some of the rocks would be charred or dry. They're still moist and untouched."

"Which means..." Blake's eyes widened. "He was kidnapped?"

"Whoever did this was fast enough that Louis couldn't reach for Requiem before it happened." The rotund man examined the river, putting his hand into the cold water before taking it out and looking at it. "Assuming Louis took his bath in the middle of this river, where the currents rushing on him were about waist deep, there was no way he couldn't have heard someone enter the water."

"Unless the roaring waters masked their presence." Derrick pointed out.

"They would've made an obvious sound upon entering nevertheless."

"So either the person was quick enough to close the distance..." The beanie wearing man's eyes bulged. "Or airborne..."

"A Nevermore?" Yang suggested.

"No," Qrow said suddenly.

Everybody quickly turned to face the only 'adult' in the group, who had his dark trousers soaked as he stepped into the river, plucking up something small and dark, lifting it up to his face to get a closer look.

On closer inspection, Yang squinted her eyes to reveal that Qrow was holding a dark feather. The man that looked crazed not too long ago had his eyes set into a serious expression for once.

"Worse," He claimed as he twisted the wet feather in place. "A Raven."

Louis's POV

I've got a feeling I know where the hell all Qrow's Aura went. I sighed internally as I shifted my uncomfortable wrists bound by some rough rope to attempt and adjust it to a bearable position. I swear, there was no way this is gonna go my way. Not at all.

As if on queue, boot planted itself on my face as a girl with brown hair cut down to a point where it's near non existent spat on my forehead. Her spittle oozed down my nose, causing a foul stench that spoke volumes when it comes to her hygiene, invaded my nose, as well as an unscratchable itch trailing down my nose.

"Doesn't look so tough to me." Vernal sneered as she further rubbed the sole of her boot down my face, twisting her foot in place, going as far as my cheek before stopping completely.

"Vernal, if you could please remove your foot off of my daughter's teammate, that would be much appreciated."

"But Ra-"

"Vernal." Raven commanded unflinchingly. "That is not how you should treat honored guests."

She stared at me with pure disgust, scrunching up her features into a pinched expression, gazing down at me both literally and morally as she belittled me.

Belittled? That's an understatement. She resented me, saw me as someone so far under her I might as well had been a discarded condom.

I smirked upwards, but kept my eyes unrelenting, knowing she couldn't really do anything about it.

After a quick kick to the face which I gladly took head on in preference of her 'kind' hospitality, she finally spun around to approach the exit of the tent, but not before giving me one last baleful glare.

"I apologize for her actions." Raven came to set down 2 white porcelain cups with blue accented vine like patterns down on the table, before pouring some dark, saturated tea from the pot of the same set a perfect inch or two away from the brim. "She could be a little... jealous sometimes."

I didn't reply, my smirk vanishing the moment Vernal exited the tent, my mouth turning back into the thin line that it was the moment she had found me while my eyes hardened into a steely glare. Throughout the whole capture, I remained silent, even as her people pushed me around like I was a circus attraction the moment I walked through the gates which was accompanied by wooden piked walls which encompassed the whole camp.

Raven dabbed a wet towel over my face as she held my chin in one hand, and once done, twisted my face to the side, cleaning up the trail of mud, gravel and spittle that was left there by her second-in-command. All while she observed me like I was a prized trophy.

"You should smile more often." Raven claimed as she stood up. "That frown will cause wrinkles on your face when you get older."

"That's rich coming from you."

"Oh?" The dark haired woman eyed me curiously with a hint of amusement in her voice. "This is my first time hearing your voice and that is what you say to me?"

"Did you expect me to thank you?" I seethed, my tone so thick with scorn it might as well have been nails being dragged down a chalkboard. "Because the way I see it, you kidnapped me in the middle of a nice, relaxing shower."

"Hm... heha... HAHAHAHA!" Raven bent over, actually catching me off guard with the uncharacteristic raucous laughter that exited her mouth, the first time actually seeing her smile or laugh in any way other than the STRQ picture Qrow had kept in his pocket.

She looked livelier this way.

Definitely not a side of her I expected to be seeing in like... ever.

"Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, you just remind me a lot about my little brother, both in your deep voice, with the only difference is his being raspy and throaty, and your smartass attitude." She wiped a tear from her eye as she finally composed herself. "Yes, I kidnapped you." She admitted freely. "Doesn't that speak volumes of just how special you are?"

Once again, I just kept silent as I locked my eyes with hers.

...

...

Her mouth was slowly set into a familiar frown, her once smiling face slowly turning into a hardened glare as the Raven Brawnwen knelt down, and sipped her tea.

"I thought this was gonna be easy." She stated. Her voice was flat now, no longer was it as 'friendly' as it was. Then again, it was as 'friendly' as Raven Brawnwen was gonna get. "It'd worked for the other men. Guess it doesn't apply to someone who's been around my daughter for too long."

She took a good, long blow at her tea before taking a longer sip and then setting it down on the wooden table.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?"

The Spring Maiden, Yang's Mom who abandoned her ever since she was a child, the Boogeyman of Mistral, leading a tribe of bandits to destroy any small villages that are nearby.

And for someone that, no matter how they play by the rule of the jungle where strength rules all, actually had a fear of not being atop of the food chain. A coward that ran away from her responsibilities and gave up.

With that edge and Semblance? Basically a bootleg Vergil. I wanted to say so bad, right in her face, but that'll either earn me a swift death or something worse.

"Alright," I said after what seemed like a full minute has passed as I cupped the tea with both hands. "I'll play your game. What do you want?"

"Oh, so now you want to negotiate?" Raven's small smile was nothing short of bemused. "Even though you're obviously in no position to?"

"Well I doubt you'd let me go that easily, might as well get something in return for something as measly as a chance of getting out of here alive, am I right?" I paused purposefully as I sipped her tea, with hopes that it calms my nerves to think straight.

Yang, Ruby, Blake and the others must be worried sick. They would've noticed my lengthened absence right about now, probably gone down the river to check it out too.

Heavily roasted, if the taste was anything to go by, a heavenly brew for a no-so-heavenly crew.

"Looks like I misjudged you." She mused, drinking her tea again before continuing. "You are like us after all."

"Now you're just being nasty." I rolled my eyes.

"No, you choose survival over doing something stupid like fight back." The elder of the two Brawnwen's pointed out.

Not really, I just don't have Requiem with me right now.

"So, I scratch your back you scratch mine, as the old saying goes." I said, setting the porcelain cup down. "What do you want?" I repeated.

"You're acting like your opinion matters." She smirked. "Either way, I'll get what I want. I always do."

"Really?" I smirked smugly, an expression change that had Raven's eyes widening for a fraction of a second. "I doubt you're here for information of Yang's well being, but I'll give that to you in exchange of my freedom. Maybe even Qrow's. That'll cost extra, by the way."

"Oh, information and attitude." She closed her eyes in dead calmness, her tone telling me that she was to some point, impressed. "Definitely was not expecting this level of snark from someone who saved Beacon."

So she does read the news sometime.

"Well, if you insist." Raven nodded, her smile growing wider with each passing second. "Never thought things would go my way for once."

As she stood up, her armour came off with a loud clatters as she took them off layer by layer, revealing a black tank top underneath. She slowly slipped off her gloves that clung onto her muscular arms like socks to a feet, letting them drop to the floor with nothing but a soft 'thump'.

Her figure was muscular and lean, similar to Yang's right after a good workout or sparring session. Her tank top clung onto her toned abs so tight it might as well have been spandex.

Her tank top rapidly became a crop top.

Wait what?

"As to what I want..." She inserted both hands underneath her shirt while her body swayed from side to side to get rid of it, before giving up entirely and basically ripping it off to reveal her dark, bra with frilly patterns on it. Her dark, feathery skirt immediately followed afterwards as it dropped to her feet in a dark, as if the tank top was the belt that kept it together.

She was clad in nothing but her underwear, the revealing and daring selection of lingerie telling me that this was not the first time she'd seduced a man not counting Tai Yang. Nor was it gonna be the last.

I tore my gaze from her bare form, and for the first time since entering the camp my face changed to something completely different from the spectrum of hate I had towards Yang's mom. All of it was washed away as all alarms were raised in my head, and I could only project my thoughts at the moment into 3 words.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"I want..." She slowly crawled on all fours, climbing over the wooden table before hovering over me, placing a finger to tilt my head upwards as I scampered with my back against the leather walls of the tent, struggling to find any purchase. "Your seed."

"EH!?"

Her mouth engulfed mine.

A/N

Welp, looks like I'm fucked. Literally.

Again thank you guys so much for the support, and please, please stay at home, or if you want to go out, do the required precautions and bring a hand sanitizer with a mask on you. It won't do if you guys don't see the end of this fic now right?

Reviewer Sessions

Twitch: Pretty sure she could just portal out of there.

The Soldier of No Sorrow: Thank you for Fav'in and Following! I guess most people are rooting for that.

Shirosaki Kizuro: I wish I could lad, but even with this one week delay due to it some people unfollowed and unfav'd right after there was no updates on the one week mark. Welp, their loss.

Kage-kitsune9001: Jesus, did you just made a fanfic of my fanfic?

The Ancient Irish Viking: Flaws are there, now that I went back to look at it, but they were minor enough. Thanks for your help. Also, like I said, don't exhaust your funds if you can't really do it, but I'll be sure to let you know if you could help in the ways you listed, save the last one because I have that one nailed down. Couldn't have written this story without it.

Damien the Storm Caller: First of all, seeing on how you just Fav'd Follow'd, did you just finish my fic in one go? Wow, can't believe I reignited someone's passion. Uhm, okay. I... don't really know what to say about it being 'Done Right'? Cuz I do use OC's to alter the flow of the fic and my follows and fav's are... pretty fluctuative tbh, but thank you if you feel that way, I'm flattered. About the youtube video though, feel free to make content and do as your heart desires, but I feel it would be fair if you show me the stuff before you post it, that way I can see it first before it goes live. Backlash and confidence being destroyed is a common thing in the creative industry, just gotta plow through it somehow. Noted on the couple.

DankAnon: Hol' up on that BakedAlaska order bruh, it's in progress I promise! I shall look forward to your support once it's up!

paradox0.5white: Technically an illusion based semblance. I'll keep that in mind, thought I'm not sure who would have it yet. As Pyrrha said, a Semblance reflects on the person, you could tell their character just by their Semblance alone.