30. Osmond/Ositha:

The Clash of Outcasts and Sides


Weiss shouted, "What do you mean, you can't?!"

"I just can't, okay?!" I yelled back, "It's hard to explain!"

"Then just what did you mean with everything you did for me? What was all that for?" She sounded super upset. "To play with my feelings?"

"No." I shook my head. "Don't get me wrong, Weiss. I-"

Weiss inhaled, biting back her anger. "Fine, if you really think you don't need me anymore as you did back then, so be it. I should've known better; you're no different from everyone else."

"No, you misunderstood!" I grabbed her hand, only to have her yank it back.

"Stop." Weiss frowned at me. "Just, stop, Os."

"Weiss, please." I looked at her azure eyes and immediately regretted it. "Tch, fine. I'll explain, but will you believe me?"

The heiress considered for a moment then nodded. "Explain. I'll decide to believe you later."

So, I started explaining most of the things. And twisted them a little to fit the image. How I met Blake and how my life in Vale changed. How the White Fang started targeting Josh and me. How I almost died but Ositha saved me with her semblance. It's not that hard to make things up, but I started to think that I was just digging a much deeper hole than I wanted.

In the end, I told her, "I couldn't remember what it was like back then. What you remember, I don't. It's vague." I shrugged, "Maybe it has something to do with the blow to my head."

She pondered over my words, biting her lip. I half expected she wouldn't believe me.

"Weiss," I touched her hand. "I'm telling you my honest feelings so that you'd understand. But if we really end up doing this, then I'd rather we do it together or not at all."

"That's… fair, I guess."

"We're not kids anymore," I continued. "So, let's cooperate like grown-ups."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Are you implying that I'm childish?"

I almost gawked. Luckily, my composure didn't fail. At least, I hoped not. "What? Ah, haha! No, you're not childish. But you didn't want to hear me out… so I was like… Ehh," I stopped myself from babbling like a nitwit.

"Hmph. Who would even believe your story?"

"You do," I wriggled my eyebrows playfully. "Don't you?"

Red-faced, the white-haired looked away from my grinning face. She mumbled, "...whatever."

~-x-~

I sat on the edge of an airship landing pad overlooking the bustling city of Atlas. Dozens of airships flew by while the tiny cars(gravity Dust powered) were making a line of lively traffic down there. Clouds passed through some of the tallest buildings, hiding them behind what I'd call a smokescreen. Just a usual afternoon in this metropolis of Solitas.

My legs dangled underneath me, stiffening when the occasional breeze brushed over my skin. The height should've scared me. It's a loooong way down with an impromptu end unless you have an Aura backup. And even if you do, I bet that'd still hurt. Why is this academy so high, again?

Oh, it was to seat the General of Atlas. Big. Bam.

I exhaled, loud. Wishing there's an airship coming to me, telling me to go home to a much friendlier place. I wonder what would Yang's reaction be when she meets my other half? That dumbstruck look when I told her about my semblance was worth seeing again, heh.

"There you are, sis," someone's relieved voice reached my ears. I didn't acknowledge them, hearing the footsteps coming from behind. I heard his ragged breathing. He must've run all the way here to chase me.

"Hey, what are you–Whoa!" Josh backed out from the edge, before peering down to confirm the height beneath us. "What the heck are you doing here, Ossy?"

I snorted. "Brooding."

"On the edge of this academy's landing pad?"

"Mhm."

"I thought you had acrophobia," mused my brother–no, not my brother; Osmond's brother.

I shot a glare at him, then looked away. "Of course not, I'm not Os."

An airship landed behind us, sending jet blasts that blew my long hair. I ignored the curtain of black that covered half my face. I don't want to look at him anymore. I don't want to show this face to the person I called my brother. I just want to vanish. Disappear.

I felt Josh's palm on my head. He shifted proceeding to sit by my side and called, a lot gentler than usual, "Hey."

Fine. Let's just humor him. I faced him. "Hey."

Josh gave me a small smile. "What happened back there… don't let it get into you, okay?"

It's not hard to say yes. Just say it, Ositha. Hide the pain. Don't show it. But when I stared into the chocolate eyes, I couldn't help it. The features he shared with my other half. The way he talked. The reassuring comfort he brought whenever he was around. This is Josh. This is my brother.

I severed my telepathy link to Os. Half of the thoughts were affected by the way Os thinks about Josh. Of course, it's his brother. Not mine.

I can't tell Os anything, so why should I tell Josh?

Even if he finds out, what could he do anyway?

No. I can't.

I nodded, finally realizing several seconds had passed after he asked me. As expected, it didn't convince him. An embrace enveloped me, and no matter how hard I tried to resist the feeling, warmth started spreading on my body. I let my head rest against his chest, savoring the comfort.

"You're as important as Os to me, sis. You, Clara, and Os. Don't let anyone say otherwise."

Ah.

I whispered hoarsely. "I know."

He hummed, gently patting my head. "Good. Is there anything else in your mind?" Then, like usual, began his antic, "Big brother Josh is here at your service."

I would've smiled at that, but the negative thoughts keep lingering ahead. I eventually told him, "I'm scared I'll lose you."

My brother paused his motion. "That, huh?"

I freed myself from him and exhaled, dusting my pants off as I stood up, facing the metropolis. "The White Fang is here, Josh. In our home, Atlas. Os and I met Adam last night." I turned to him and pulled out my mentor's katana from its temporary sheath–nobody recognized the deadly weapon. "We stole it from him while escaping."

"Nice!" Josh praised. "That means you can handle that guy whenever he shows up." At my withering glare, he awkwardly chuckled, "Right?"

"You're missing the entire point!" I hissed. "Adam is here and he is dangerous; you don't know him. We got away because he didn't want to arouse suspicion for his people. They're out there, somewhere, planning their attack and no one is doing anything to stop them!"

Call me overreacting, but I've known Adam long enough. We got away only because he let us. Otherwise… there's no telling how different last night would've ended up.

"Ositha," Josh reassured, "It's going to be alright. Have you forgotten where we are? This is Atlas. Father, Mr. Schnee, and the General will make sure of our safety. Even the Council. Have some faith in them."

"Well," I braced my hands on my hip. "I don't think the White Fang have the same faith as we do. Adam is not alone."

"And so we are," he nodded with an annoying easy smile, making me want to pinch those stubbled cheeks to prove my point.

No, stop it, Ositha. You're getting distracted!

"Look, whatever happens, I can take care of myself." Josh then frowned. "Come to think about it, shouldn't I be the one worried instead? You went to many dangerous places."

"At least, I don't have a target painted on my back. They don't know who I am."

"Right," he huffed and rose up, gazing down at me. "But you forgot, I've got people protecting me, Ossy. You should worry more about Os and yourself."

"Os and I can run away with our semblance if we have to. You can't," I pointed out.

"Look, just–" Josh clasped both my shoulders. "Just stop, okay? That's enough stressful thoughts. You're putting on too much weight on your shoulder, sis."

"I can't help it!" I snapped. "Everyone is so ignorant while the danger is in front of them!"

"This isn't your responsibility, Ositha. Leave it to me and Father. We'll handle it." Josh squeezed my shoulder gently. "Just kick back but stay vigilant, okay?"

I was about to retort again when his scroll vibrated. My brother picked it up. "Yes, Father? Very well, and uh," he glanced at me, "okay, we'll be there soon."

Josh shrugged at my raised eyebrow. "We're having a formal dinner at the Schnee's Manor. To celebrate and discuss the upcoming event."

At the word 'Schnee', I immediately blanched. "You're having that dinner. Count me out. I'm not going to that old snowfart's place."

"Ositha!" Josh hushed me.

I rolled my eyes. "He treated me like trash, so I'm only returning the favor."

"Okay, okay," he chuckled. "Guess you're staying home."

"Nope." I extended my hand, palm up. "Your card."

Josh stared blankly at me. "What?"

"Credit card," I answered, getting impatient.

"What for?"

I rolled my eyes. Is he for real? Why else would I need money for? "You said I need a break, right? That's why I'm going shopping for myself."

"But-"

"Card. Now."

Josh caved in under my glare. "Jeez," he muttered while giving up his shining silver card, "What would've mom said if she saw you now?"

I smiled a little. "Probably shocked at how similar yet different we are."

"Yeah." Josh ruffled my hair affectionately. "I can almost imagine her twisting your ear to drill those lady etiquette lessons into you."

I faintly remembered, our mom had never raised her voice or gone physical, even against Father. She's so gentle; a total contrast of Raven–the worst mom you could ask. However, once my mom makes a rule, that's a rule to oblige without a single question. Failure of complying would mean a severe punishment of her disappointed gaze and soft voice that'd make you lie awake at night, wondering why you made that mistake.

That's how I learned from the experience.

Gulping, I lowered my voice and cringed, "Oum, please no."

Call me an ungrateful daughter, but I'm relieved she's not here.

"Sure," he winked.

"See you later then."

Josh called out as I walked off to the grand lounge of the academy; "It has no limit, but spend it wisely, okay?!"

I throw a thumbs up without looking back. Fingers crossed, haha.

~-x-~

Movie in the cinema? Check.

Unhealthy junk food? Check.

Fancy clothes(in my awry taste)? Check.

Weird accessories? Check.

Alsius Grand Plaza is a heaven for the shopaholics. Located in the heart of Atlas–just a few minutes from Atlas Academy, it was rebuilt up from the former, older Alsius Academy school grounds. It's a big, more than ten-stories tall building with a glass wall on every side, showing off everything it could offer. Each floor is dedicated to a specific category, starting from fashion, culinary, electronics, toys, and much more. Like I said; this is Atlas. You ask it, they have it.

I've just finished my shopping spree when the short arrow of the giant clock at the plaza hovered above number five. Today is probably the first time I spent time doing counterproductive stuff. I wasted two hours watching the latest installment of Dustinator: Grimsys.

It was a bit disappointing, although the special effects somewhat still impressed me. I wish there's an android sent from the future to protect me at all costs. The Dustinator, Benedict Schwarzenegger, painfully reminded me of Adam. One was built without a heart, while the other one lost his heart from years of facing countless subjugation and pain.

But they both have a chance to redeem themselves. Benedict did. Adam simply… I don't know. Maybe he could, and all he needs is someone to push him in the right way. I know who that someone should be, and I'm scared. Too scared to see him again, knowing it's not going to end the way I want it to be. Ah, dang it.

Instead of refreshing, I left the cinema with more depressing thoughts lingered in my head. I decided to distract myself by browsing the trending section of Alsius Fashion Street. As in, you know, trying to find something good to wear other than this bland shirt, jeans, and the old coat that Tukson gave to me(worn out from traveling and fighting).

Atlas' fashion is considerably less revealing than Vale's–mostly because of the climate. Even though Atlas has the most advanced technology in Remnant as the only floating-above-the-clouds metropolis, you still can't stop ice from forming at this altitude.

I found a cute looking brown headband shaped like wolf ears–and out of whim decided to try it on. When I looked in the mirror, I saw something different. My face usually always presents a serious expression, but now it's gone. The headband altered my look into what should pass as thirteen years old–barely a teenager and innocent. Unscarred.

If only.

I passed people in pairs and groups, busy laughing and chatting with their friends or showing affection to their respective significant other. The sight that left me with a bitter smile. My thoughts went to Ruby and Yang, then to Os and Adam. Huft, if only we live in a perfect world.

Copying from some fashionable people I've seen, I decided to go with a white tank top featuring a small silver skull embroidery on the left chest, a black knee-length skirt with red lining near its rim, a pair of black leggings going high enough to cover my thighs, and a pair of dark brown combat boots. I thought I would look good in those, but what I saw in the mirror made me cringe.

There's too much skin exposed(even more than Blake does) which I bet will put me into a serious conversation with Os. There's no way he'd allow me to wear this. Plus, I hate showing off my figure and have people's eyes roam all over my body. So, I went over the tops section to look for an additional article of clothing that I could wear.

I tried a light tan-colored tunic. Instant big nope. Reasons? It makes me look so small, buried under the otherwise comfy fabric. I have to look mature. I considered a vest, but it wouldn't help because it's sleeveless while the jacket just felt like it's suffocating me thanks to my shorter height. Ugh, Os didn't even have to struggle with something like this.

In the end, I gave up and asked one of the female staff for help. She gave a glance to the top of my head, before coughing and led me to a Faunus guy in a similar employee uniform. What the heck.

Now, getting women fashion advice from a guy is the last thing I thought would happen today. Not to mention his rather intimidating face. Surprise me, it turned out that guy was an expert. He offered me a skin-colored cardigan and a walnut blazer( I couldn't tell the difference between). They both look surprisingly pretty good on me, but I also wanted something covering my head, so he brought a dark gray hoodie(yay, my favorite).

I picked the blazer since it was shorter and the hoodie, too, in case I need to travel far–which I bet I will. After saying my thanks, I headed to the cashier to check out. Again, another suspecting look from the staff. It only got worse once I pulled out Josh's shiny Lien card. The blonde tried to sound polite by telling me to re-confirm the PIN–even after I inputted it twice. Seriously?

With a fake smile that hid my anger, I told her, "It's my step-brother's. I borrowed it from him."

That solved the problem, although I still felt the eyes on me on the way out. What's it with people today? Why is everyone treating me like some random street thugs?

Whatever.

After that, I went to have a big lunch at the Whamburger restaurant on the fifth floor, overlooking a much closer view of Atlas bustling streets that divide the corporate buildings. I didn't really care, but people were looking at me when two Big Whac's(complete with the XL fries and a large paper cup of People Like Grapes soda) arrived on my table.

What? Have you people never seen a girl's appetite before?

I took my last bite and finished the unhealthy yet yummy food after twenty minutes. And it still didn't help to improve my mood. I've never felt so alone. Unlike everyone else here. They all have got companions. Even it was more welcome for me in the White Fang with Adam or Blake around. I even chatted a little to Illia or the other members during dinner or breakfast. And they'd treat me as one of them.

But here? The friendliest attitude I could get was a smile and a short 'thanks' for ordering from the cashier–she looked like she would pass out from smiling too much.

Okay, what's wrong with me? It's not that bad, Ositha; I tried to realign my logic. I might be alone, but I'm free to do whatever I wish. As long as I got my goal accomplished. Yes, I could do anything. Almost. Except coming back to Patch, or leaving Atlas.

I frowned. The thoughts jumbled up in my head.

What's my purpose, then?

Why couldn't you be yourself?

The last time I did, my other half got hurt and almost perished because of me.

So, are you just going to continue this 'job' as his protector?

Yeah, I'm tired.

Why aren't you allowed to be selfish?

I'm so tired. I feel like I'm inexistent to everyone.

Even Os… all he thinks about is Blake, huh? The sinister voice that belonged to me spoke.

I shook my head. No. He cares about me a lot. Too much that he protected me without thinking twice back in Vale. It's my turn now. I have to keep him safe from the impending danger. It's the purpose of our semblance; to protect each other.

Where are all these negative thoughts coming from?

I patted my cheeks several times, trying to get back to the reality–the harsh one. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes wider. Yes, I need to wake up. This fiasco is far from over. I need a plan, and a backup plan. And a backup plan for the backup plan.

And mostly, a cup of coffee. I need caffeine.

So, here I am, in the StarDust's Cafe–one of the so many franchises scattered in Atlas. A frappuccino sat untouched on the wooden table where both my elbows rested. I had my chin resting on my palms, my gaze was anywhere but on the cold and expensive drink. How does 'Double Chocolaty Chip Créme Frappuccino' sound to you?

Mouthwatering?

Yes, it's what I thought at first. But once it arrived, I changed my mind. For the price and that beautiful appearance, I felt like pitying the drink itself. It's too beautiful for me to drink. The whipped cream topped with some dark-colored sauce made a majestic miniature mountain. It's such a heartbreaking thought to drink it.

Wow, I felt like a plebeian now.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice came by.

Out of several tables available, really? I almost shot him down, but, hey… that's a pretty good look he's got there. The dark blue hair cut in an under swept style that puts him somewhere between rogue and educated. Kinda similar to Adam's, albeit different.

Ehm, I digress.

I motioned with my hand. "There's a lot of empty tables around."

That didn't stop him from sitting down. "For such a lovely lady, it seems to me that you might appreciate a company," he said with a smile that flashes his teeth.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Ugh. Fine. I'm bored anyway. There's no harm in having a stranger as a company. Who is this guy, though?

Instead of phrasing the question like that, I decided to take a more sophisticated approach. This is Atlas, you know. I have to sound like a well-educated fellow.

(Says the one who didn't have the heart to drink her 60 Liens coffee.)

(Shut up.)

"I usually never offered a stranger a seat, but seeing you already made yourself comfortable…" I shrugged with a resigned sigh.

The guy, whom I deduced was around my age, had enough grace to look flustered. He coughed politely into his fist. "Ah, where are my manners? I'm Henry Marigold."

He offered his hand across the table. The silver rings on his fingers distracted me. It took me a moment of consideration to shake his hand. Should've guessed; rich delinquent juvenile.

"Ositha Branwen."

The blue-haired guy looked impressed. "What a beautiful name, befitting such a fair lady."

Jeez, even I remembered Os wasn't this cringy.

"You're too kind," I giggled, playing along. Ah, it actually felt good to crack a laugh. When was the last time I laughed?

"Are you perhaps waiting for someone?" he asked.

"Hmm," I pondered. "Perhaps. But it seems they wouldn't come," I heaved a sad sigh, testing how he would react to that.

The guy immediately took on the chance. He laughed. "Unbelievable! Who would be cruel enough to make a lady waiting?"

Ha. If only he knows how cruel Adam could be. I smiled wryly. Unconsciously, I swept my bangs and tucked them behind my ear in an attempt to act girly(yuck). I didn't realize my hood had fallen back. "Why, aren't you a gentleman?"

His expression morphed into astonishment, then disappointment and disgust. He sneered, "You're a Faunus. I can't believe it."

Eh? I frowned. "Pardon?"

"I can't believe I wasted my time speaking to you," he arrogantly rose up from his chair. "You shouldn't even be here. Get lost."

What did I even…

Then, I realized. The wolf-ears headband still sat snuggly on top of my head. No wonder. The other patrons looked at me in disgust. Yep, that's because of it. Surprisingly, I didn't take it off or feel embarrassed at all. What I felt was anger.

I've had enough people looking down on me. I've accepted all the treatments they gave because they're from the upper-class. Yeah, I couldn't raise a hand against them, but there's no way I'm going to let a nobody like that bratty Henry Marigoat stomp on me as his arse please.

A Faunus waitress gently told me, "Miss, the table for Faunus is that way."

Alright, that's it.

The poor table received my wrath. I slammed my fist on it hard enough to make the couple in front of me jump on their chairs. The waitress yelped in fright. I pointed at the brat, "Hey, Marigoat!"

He paused, then turned to me. "What did you say?"

I grabbed my drink and brusquely walked toward him. Once we're face to face, I snarled, "You better take back what you said. I want an apology right now, this instant," I pointed down to our feet.

Henry scoffed, "Why should I apologize for telling you the right place to sit?" He leaned closer, "So, why don't you be a good girl and head over there?" he motioned with his head toward the tables where several Faunus were spectating us while enjoying their drink. He whispered his threat, "Just bugger off before I get you in trouble."

You might be wondering what my reaction was?

I tipped the carton cup in my hand above his head, pouring its entire content on the blue hair, making the world's first pale blue guacamole. Lucky him, it was cold. That didn't stop the brat from sputtering in shock, "What the-?!"

"Whoops," I giggled at my masterpiece. "Sorry, but my hand tends to stick to troubles."

I saw the anger in his yellowish-brown eyes, along with the hand that was coming to slap me. So slow. I shouldn't expect more from an untrained civilian.

I grabbed his wrist mid-air, stopping it without blinking my eyes while staring straight to the guy who now began panicking. Heh, you didn't expect that much strength from me, did you?

"Unhand me, dog!" he hissed, trying to free his arm from my grip. "You have no idea who you're messing with."

Oh, I have one. I stuck my chin up, challenging him despite the difference in our height. I fixed my most menacing glare at the brat. "Do I look like I give a damn? Apologize, now."

"Why should I?" he snapped back, still tugging his locked wrist in a futile attempt to free himself.

SLAP! My right hand landed on his left cheek.

Henry's head snapped to the side(don't worry, I didn't put enough strength to break his neck), eyes wide while he touched the spot with his hand. I cringed. Wow, he looked pretty dumb with his mouth open like that. Two seconds later, the soaked boy finally registered what happened. Turning to face me, he said slowly, "Did you just slap me?"

"Didn't you just try the same?" I retorted. "I only asked for an apology. Is it that hard to put your oversized ego aside?"

The furious brat yelled, "I would never apologize even if you beg on the ground with-"

SLAP! This time, I backhanded him.

"Why, you little-"

SLAP! Third time's a charm.

"Stop it!" he begged. "Someone, help me! Security!"

Of course, he had to call the cavalry. Two securities approached us while I noticed several people had been videotaping us. Yeah, let's get this crap viral on the internet.

"I knew it, Faunus always make trouble when they're here," one of them grumbled, loud enough.

The other one sized me up–which isn't pretty much considering I was just two-third his height–, then groaned.

"Let him go and scram, kid. Your table is over there with your Faunus fellas," pointed the man with a security beret that barely covered his bald head. Seeing what was going on, he shook his head and waved his hand, shooing me. "Nevermind, get out. Out!"

I stood my ground, still holding Henry's wrist while he awkwardly tried to cover his face. "I'm not leaving until he apologizes properly to me for the insult. He freaking said I wasted his time when he was the one who approached me from the start!"

"It's not a big deal, for gods' sake! You Faunus never had any manners," he roughly tried to grab my shoulder. Keyword: tried.

I let go of Henry and caught the security's burly arm. Without Aura, it would've been a struggle. Luckily, using Aura had become a habit to me. I fixed him the promise-of-death glare and calmly spoke, "Faunus, you said?" I pulled my headband off, earning a bewildered look from them.

"Y-you…"

"I can report you to the APD for an inappropriate contact toward a minor. Also," I wagged my forefinger at him. "Why don't you bring your manager here so you can explain why am I not allowed to sit at my table?"

Suddenly, Henry yelled, close enough to make my ears ring. "You're a nobody, so just beat it!"

I flinched. Nobody. Yes, no one sees me existing. But I'm done being treated like this. I spoke back in a low voice, "Nobody, you say?"

"Yes," he spat. "You're nothing compared to me." Then, he sneered, looking uglier with that messy hair, "Bet you didn't see that coming."

Oh, boy.

I sighed, "So, we're playing with statuses and titles now, huh?" Brushing the bangs off my face, I heaved another tired exhale. "I really don't want to show off, but you gave me no choice."

Shing.

I pulled out the Lien card in a swift motion, brandishing the Burlywood logo on his face. "My brother is the heir of the Burlywoods Inc,."

Henry's jaw dropped.

"I can pay for any collateral damage I've caused." Then, I continued, "Hmph, but can you do anything about the offense you gave to me?"

In theory, that should've worked to make them think again. But I forgot, no one knows me. No one could prove that I'm Josh's sister.

"You could've stolen it!" Henry accused. "What's the proof?"

I swear, I'm gonna friggin' throttle this brat. I gritted my teeth. It's not like I couldn't call Josh, but really, does this little mishap need to inflate dramatically? Before I could decide, the other security pulled my shoulder from behind. I did the only thing in my mind; I grabbed his wrist and flipped him over myself. A feat that no normal fifteen years old could dream to do.

Aura is handy, man.

THUD! The poor security landed on his back with a crack and groaned. Several patrons panicked. Some dumber ones still got me on the video. The situation escalated too fast much to my liking. At this rate, I'm going to look like I'm the villain.

"Call the police!" his comrade yelled to the radio.

"That's enough!" A new voice resonated across the café, making everyone pause.

Out of any person that would have stood up for me, Winter was the last one I'd expect. Not as in siding with me, but rather be here at the right time and place. What is she doing here?

"I was planning to have a relaxing evening with a good cup of coffee, but what is this? Two securities fighting a young lady. And..." She looked grossed out as her gaze landed on Henry.

What is this smell? I followed her eyes and… oh, wow. There wasn't a dark damp patch on Henry's crotch before and I'm sure it's not from the drink I poured on him earlier. The boy himself was still staring at me, eyes wide in fear. Shaking like leaves blown by the breeze. Is this even the same guy that flirted with me?

"Miss Schnee!" The security saluted before he and his pal pointed at me. "This brat is a criminal, ma'am. She stole a Lien card!"

Surprisingly, I didn't feel intimidated by the Special Operative's ice-cold gaze. I put one hand akimbo and tilted my head–challenging someone much older has become my hobby nowadays.

"Well?"

Winter's eye twitched.

~-x-~

Half an hour later...

"He started it first!" I insisted. "I was minding my own business when he came and started flirting."

"That doesn't mean you can resort to violence so easily." Winter pinched the bridge of her nose. "We have the law to abide here, and it could've escalated further for you had I not step in. Or, am I wrong, Branwen?" The Schnee narrowed her eyes, expressing her disappointment. Wait, since when did she call me by my last name?

Still, I hate to admit that she's right.

"So what do you suggest I do? Stay still and bow down like a peasant to these people?" I asked. "Sorry for being blunt, Miss, but I'm sick being stomped on like this. And I, too, have valid reasons; self-defense."

Winter stared at me, lost at words.

Then, the older girl sighed. "I suppose I can comprehend your feelings. You sound so much like your uncle Qrow Branwen and his sister just now." She gave me a thin smile(the first time I saw her smile). "I guess it runs in the family."

I smirked. "Thanks for the compliment."

"It wasn't one," she replied, but her amused smile said otherwise.

"What were you doing here?" I asked, curious. "Weren't you supposed to be attending the dinner at our family gathering?"

Winter took a sip of her espresso and set the cup down. "Same reasons with you, actually."

I scrunched my eyebrows, then frowned. Come to think about it, she even stood by the General's side, not her father's. Faintly, I remembered that she abdicated her position as the heiress and handed it to Weiss. "How did you..."

"Lucky guess, but yes," she sighed again. "I'm not exactly a person who's attached to family matters and such. In fact, I hardly spoke to them save for Weiss."

Yeah, I can see that. If she calls that cold attitude earlier was her 'talking' to Weiss, then I could imagine what her 'hardly talk to' means. "I see."

Welp, this is kinda awkward. I coughed; it was louder than my anticipation. Cringing internally, I tried to hide my flustered face behind the large carton cup. It's not every day I'm talking to a high-ranking special operative like this one.

"You needn't feel uncomfortable around me unless you did something wrong," the older girl calmly sipped again.

"Ah, haha," I scratched the back of my head. "Right."

Winter glanced at me briefly, then exhaled. For a moment, I saw her slate-blue eyes softened. "It must've been pretty tough for you, keeping your composure and facade like this."

I paused my sip from the straw. "Pardon?"

"I may or may not have been in the same position as you are now. No matter how hard we try to pretend, we can't leave the fact that we're not strong, physically and mentally."

Winter closed her eyes for a moment. I thought she was going to doze off, but it turns out she was enjoying the soft melody from the music. Who would've expected a person like her to enjoy simple things? I began to understand more about the person who sat in front of me. Staring into my now half-empty cup, I pondered over her previous words.

"I saw myself in the past when I look at you now," she spoke again. I looked up. The Schnee held her gaze on me. "Alone, treated inexistent by your father while you're worrying about your family."

I sputtered, "Surprise me, where did you get that apt description from?"

Winter smiled, "You're not the only one with siblings." As her smile fell, the older girl added, "I'm concerned about Weiss."

"Why? Is it about Os?" I blurted, then felt dumb after remembering Weiss could've pinned him to the wall if she wants to.

"Ah, no. I've heard a lot about him from my sister. I must say it's actually a relief if they could end up together," said Winter. "Although for a future heir, he is a pretty… underwhelming choice after Josh."

Ha. True that.

(Hey, whose side are you on?)

I smirked, "What about you and my brother? I thought you two are pretty close."

Pfft! Winter Schnee choked on her drink. Okay, I didn't see that one coming. What's with her?

"...that was supposed to be a joke." I sweatdropped.

"Of course!" She poorly hid her embarrassment behind a hasty wipe with a napkin. "Josh and I are just colleagues. We assisted each other from time to time."

Sure, there's nothing fishy there. Let's just go along with that. I held my tongue from forming the words, merely offering her a knowing smile.

Suddenly, her scroll buzzed. She frowned upon reading the message. Turning to me with a sigh, she gave an apologetic look. "As much as I enjoyed talking to you, I need to run some errands. It looks like we have to conclude our little chat here."

"Fine by me." I nodded. My eyes caught a glimpse of familiar black and red moving by the glass wall. It disappeared before I could make out the details. Was that…?

I jumped from my chair, surprising my company. Winter gave me a strange look, then followed my gaze. "Is everything alright?"

"Uhhh, yeah! Actually, I just remembered that I also have something else to do." I threw in a sheepish giggle. Fortunately, it worked.

Winter nodded. "Until next time, then, Ositha," she bid her farewell.

"See ya, Winter!" I replied and left hurriedly after grabbing my headband.

~-x-~

I wasn't seeing things. That was Adam for sure. No one else matched that description. So, where the heck is that psycho? There's no way he was just passing by. He must've been following me and disappeared once I noticed. This annoyingly reminded me of Patch.

How the hell does he keep an eye on me?

It doesn't make sense. The White Fang is here and yet, he's not even busy with them. He stalked Blake and Os last night. Today, he's stalking me. Am I dealing with a pro stalker or what? Damn it, Adam.

I threw my glance around but couldn't find him amongst the crowd. He's not showing himself anymore; that keeps me on my toes more than actually seeing him with my own eyes. So, this is how you're going to play, huh?

Let's see how long you'll keep yourself hidden, Adam Taurus. I took one last look around and smirked. Let's play your game.

After flicking open my scroll, my fingers danced on the screen, entering the query 'nearest pub'. It didn't take long for the search engine to return the results; starting from the closest ones. I looked for the number of stars–most elite bars or pubs won't accept Faunus. Let's go for the two stars one. Säbelzahn Drinks & Music.

Hmm, sounds promising.

~-x-~

"You look a little too young to come in, kid. How old are you?" the bouncer clad in a grey outfit asked.

I've practiced my 'older' voice style long enough to answer with confidence. "Old enough."

He glanced at his partner, who shrugged. The man eventually grunted. "Alright, try not to get in trouble." They moved aside from the entrance.

"Thanks," I said, slipping between the two with ease.

The bar wasn't anything like my expectations. It's cozy with soft tunes floating in the air. I was expecting some crazy fancy neon lights and loud music blasting from speakers, but hey, I'm not complaining at all. The only source of light was from yellowish lantern-shaped lamps hung from the otherwise dark ceiling. They were playing with the color of purple couches, making shades on the cotton surface.

This place looks more promising than that stupid StarDust café.

Several patrons were talking while some were just busy nursing their drinks. Not a single drunk guy stumbling here; or maybe these people could mask their tipsy appearance well. I wonder what would I look like if I'm drunk?

Several ideas of the possible outcome appeared in my head. Most likely a bundle of embarrassment. Okay, let's not get drunk, like, at all cost.

"Anything with low alcohol, please," I asked the bartender who did a double-take but didn't ask why I am allowed in here. I saw puzzlement on his stubbled face, but that quickly vanished, replaced by a smile. Well, It's probably above his paycheck. What are the bouncers for?

"One champagne coming up," the bartender slid a tall tapered conical glass gently to me.

I looked at the bubbling translucent yellow drink and gulped. That reminded me of something unpleasant; carbonated urine. I shoved the grotesque picture away and studied my drink better. Surprisingly, there's no fruit or small umbrella decorating it. Maybe those are only for special cocktails? Not again, Ositha. Time to stop acting like a plebeian.

"First time here?" said a gruff voice. It belonged to a hulking man that sat beside me–that I hadn't noticed until now. I found myself staring up to meet his eyes. How does someone so big exist? He must've been a good foot taller than Josh.

My voice embarrassingly wavered, "First time in a while, yes."

"Heh," he snickered, "Sounds like it. You don't look like your age. Or maybe..."

I carefully deflected the threat, "Everyone says the same thing to me."

"Hmm, fair enough, lad. You got a name?"

"Ositha," I said carelessly while my hand hovered above the flute glass.

Before I could pick it up, someone bumped my shoulder from behind. I turned my head to the person with a glare, who began apologizing profusely while holding my hand; "Ah, sorry! Didn't see you there, miss." It's actually nothing big, but the contact made me feel uncomfortable, so I quickly amended it with an 'It is alright', praying he would get on his merry way immediately.

This time, someone's hand snuck between me and the big guy, stealing my drink. "Hey!"

"Hey!" I protested to the intruder, only to gasp upon seeing the all-too-familiar mask. I know he should be here, but that didn't help reduce the shock. Seeing him under the low light only serves to show how dangerous he was. I barely took a breath, "Adam?"

Instead of answering, my mentor-slash-ex threw the glass away, shattering it against the floor. I was too stunned to react, but the big guy rose up from his chair to confront Adam. "Hey, man, what's your problem-"

He didn't get to finish his words. A fist collided against his lower jaw. Only later, I realized how much strength Adam put behind his punch, as the poor man took flight and crashed behind the stall. The patrons have stopped chatting and all of their eyes are on us now.

Adam finally spoke, "I saw everything. While your friend bumped into her purposefully and distracts her, you put the sleep powder in her drink." To the quivering bartender, he spat distastefully, "You saw too, yet you did nothing. People like you disgust me."

Wait, what?

I snapped out of my stupor upon seeing another threat. The bat was coming to smash Adam's skull. It's too late to warn him. I extended my right arm, Aura flaring up to block the swing. It's worse than crossing swords with Os or Weiss. The metal club didn't break, but I heard a tiny crack along with pain searing up from my elbow to the wrist.

With a pained grunt, I dropped my hand. At the same time, I heard a familiar sound. Adam's rifle came to life, shooting a katana so similar to Wilt toward the attacker. The pommel hit them on the jaw and before the sword stopped spinning, Adam grabbed it mid-air and had the silver blade on the guy's throat. In just less than two seconds.

Sometimes, I forgot how I ended up harboring feelings for this manipulative sadist. Now, I remembered.

"Are you alright?" He's still facing his opponent, but I knew that was directed to me.

Shakily, I tried to move my numb arm. Ah, shit; here we go again with another disarming injury.

"I'll live."

"Good." My mentor continued, "because he won't."

Oh, no. I tugged on his coat and shook my head as Adam glanced at me. "Let's just get out of here."

He considered his options, then wordlessly sheathed his weapon.

...

"I could've handled them-Gah!" I found my back crashing against the wall, not hard but enough to drive the air out of my lungs.

"Idiot!" Adam hissed, so close to my face that I could feel the spittles. His fingers felt like they dug into my skin. "What was in your head?!"

"Sorry," was all I could offer. Tears welled in my eyes, but they didn't impress him.

Heck, I didn't even know what I was apologizing for. I couldn't fathom what made him so furious like this. Is he upset because I went to the bar or something? I winced, my shoulder started to hurt from his iron grip. Ugh, this grip never fails to turn me into that old meek girl again.

I put my good hand above his, and whispered, "Could you let me go? It hurts."

Adam, just realized how close our distance was, swallowed and dropped his arm. For a moment, we stood there facing each other without a single word spoken. A single droplet of water splashed on my hair. It was barely noticeable, but it made me look up to the dark grey sky. It's starting to rain. And it's nostalgic.

I sighed, my gaze lingered on the face that filled my nights with terror. "I knew you would come."

One gloved hand raised so fast that it triggered my reflex; I shied away from the impending slap. It never came.

"And if I wasn't?"

Another droplet splashed, running down my face. I had absolutely no answer to that. Although, 'ended up in a grief predicament' would be my first pick.

"You've got your semblance back alive, so now you think you're invincible?" Adam sneered. He leaned down to my eye level and spoke in a low and cold voice; "Let's see how well you can fight when you're drugged to sleep."

I gulped.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they find your naked, dead body on the streets next morning," he added, twisting my guts with a sickening feeling. "I've seen similar news."

I begged, "Please, stop."

"Then why the hell are you here?!"

The sudden exclamation made my ears ring. I flinched away from him, eyes shut.

"Are you out of your mind? This is the most dangerous time and place for a stupid girl like you to wander around."

Wait, is he lecturing me?

I dared myself to look back. "I was just testing, okay? I saw you, but you wouldn't come to me. You were avoiding me, even though you need your sword back. I thought-"

He cut me in, "You thought I would step in if you throw yourself into the lion's den?"

I nodded meekly.

My ex-mentor put a hand on his face, struggling with a sound that seems to be a groan of frustration. "You're a bigger fool than I thought. I shouldn't have expected more from you."

"Hey," I protested, "That's bullshit, coming from someone who nearly killed me twice. How are you better than them, Adam?" I quipped.

"Don't you dare compare me with those people," he snarled. "At least, I would be honest with my intent and let you prepare for the inevitable."

"Honest?" I scoffed with a snort of laughter. How could he claim that after he set up Os and I against Blake?

Okay, I lost it.

"That's the boldest claim ever." I giggled uncontrollably for a good three seconds, then reverted back to my facade. "Coming from someone who manipulated other's friendship for his own gain, Adam."

He took the same insult well enough to have the decency to avert his face. "I can explain that, but you have to ask Blake yourself. It was her idea, after all."

"Her what?" I retorted in disbelief, "Oh, now you're putting the blame on her? Did you really expect me to believe that?"

"I don't. I've got nothing to gain out of it."

I stared at him. Nothing? He was anything but a charitable guy. Everything he does always has a hidden or double meaning. Like putting Os and me against Blake and him, which almost sound like a plan to secure Os with me. Wait… that's not what he said. If he has to, he would've set Os and me against each other instead. Why?

"Looks like you're finally catching on." Adam placed his hand on my cheek. "Ositha, I know who you are. So does Blake. And we want to keep you both safe."

I frowned, not rejecting his advance. Blake… Did she really know? How, though? It doesn't make any sense. I shook my head. "I'm not trusting you. Not anymore, Adam."

"Why do you have to be such a hot-headed fool?" My mentor gritted his teeth, sounding pained at my stubborn nature–he had himself to thank for that. "When we strike, people are going to get hurt, Ositha. I don't want you to be in the middle of this alongside your semblance if what you said is true."

"I have no choice! They won't listen to me. They even suspect me instead after everything I told them. The betrothal is coming whether I want it or not." I held his hand. "I have to stay with Os."

"You're going to regret this," he warned, growing frustrated. The young man harshly tugged his hand away. "Why can't you just run? Why do you have to put your life in line to protect a helpless brat like him?!"

"He isn't helpless!"

"All this time, everything you did to me was for the sake of keeping him out of the White Fang's grasp." Adam snorted. "Never once you had a pure intention, and that hurts me so much."

"How could I? There's no stopping you from putting my family in danger," I retorted.

"Family?" he rolled the word on his tongue like it's poisonous. "What kind of family that only sees you as a meatshield? Had they cared, you wouldn't be out here wandering alone in the first place."

Ugh, why did he have to say it like that? It hit me that deep down, I wanted to agree with his words so badly. But alas, I couldn't be honest to myself.

"You're almost right," I sighed in defeat. "None of them could protect me, but Os and Josh care about me more than I do. That's enough reason for me to fight."

Adam curled his fists. "Tch."

He raised his right hand, a confusing motion that I grasped too late. I tensed, eyes frantic looking for anything suspicious in close proximity. There was no one but us. My own hand went to the hilt of the katana on my hip.

"What's going on?"

My mentor looked down. "Nothing."

Still cautious, but decided there is no use in fighting, I called his name, "Adam…"

"No matter what I try, you'll never give up, do you? It's pointless to keep you out of trouble," he turned away, then paused after several steps. "I… don't know what to do anymore, my love."

Killing me softly, I gotta choose
Should I leave, or should I stay with you?

I've never heard Adam say those words before. He always tries his hardest to overcome trouble even if he has to resort to extreme solutions. Hearing that from him makes my heart ached.

My glazed eyes forced me to wipe them off. Why does it hurt so much? The pavement that's already soaked from the rain accepted my tears as I wept. They vanished as soon as they splashed on the rough dark surface.

I am addicted; it has to end
But why do I keep pulling your hand?

I looked up to the red flower ornament on his coat. "I think we can agree to disagree, then. It's not like you would switch sides for me."

He's silent, but we both knew what the answer would be.

I am stuck, and I'm hypnotized
Visions of you come and stay the entire night

"I'm sorry," I sniffled. My feet brought me to approach him–something I yelled inside my head like a big 'nope'. Have I gone crazy?

My mind is blurry; rescue out of sight
Crazy me, crazy me

As my arms wrapped around his body and my head rested against his back, I resigned to the fact; I'm nuts. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. Adam's gloved hand grasped mine, making me stiffen from the contact.

Why do I not see?
That you, are living poison in my veins

"Stay," was all he said.

"I can't."

"Stay with me tonight," he added in a cracking voice, "Please."

I swallowed, hesitating. One last time together? I shouldn't… but Adam hadn't tried anything. He knew there's nothing he could do to stop me. And wow, for the first time ever, he wasn't telling me like his slave. He was asking. Begging for me.

Put in needle in me so that I feel free

I let loose; give you the key

Knowing what might happen in the upcoming week… maybe it won't hurt. But I was wrong. Something sharp pierced through my skin, it instantly gave the feeling of being crumpled like a piece of paper. Wide-eyed, I looked at my shoulder, where a syringe injection sunk into me.

"It is the only way to save you."

Adam's bitter words were the last thing I heard before a hard blow landed on the side of my head. Then, as usual, everything went black.

~-x-~


A/N:

Ooh, looks like something is going to happen. Welp, you guys deserved this ultra-long chapter after I held everything back from the schedule. As I said, I'm not good with deadlines, especially when doing tons of things at once.

Sigh.

This is the moment where I wish I have 50 hours a day instead of 24.

In case all of you are wondering where I've been:

January: New Year, doing some codings on a site(I got paid lel)
February: Working intensively on the boutique, including photographies
March: Drawing stuff for Fiverr, COVID-19 Lockdown

Yes, finally I got some time with comp. I have to admit, no matter how mobile smartphones are, nothing beats writing with a full keyboard. Whenever I head back to this chapter, it felt like something just didn't feel right. It's as if writing on the phone reduces the 'feelings' I put into my story. Well, I'll stop rambling.

Next chapter?

Good question.

Hmm… probably in 2 weeks or so. I need fix my schedule to grind for a game's event(excuses, excuses). Thank you so much for everyone that still supports and waits patiently for this story! I'm so touched that even after almost 3 months of hiatus, there are still people who added A&C to their favorites. I mean, it's simple, but you wouldn't know it means much for me.

Take care, everyone! Be safe and away from the Crap-ona virus!

Credit: Lyrics from Barren Gates & Jon Becker - Pray That You'll Be Dead to Me [NCS Release]

^good song, I recommend listening to it.

Karvost


Review Reply:

Guest: Overdue reply, but thanks for your input. I haven't decided whether Adam would have fun or not with Ositha(wink, wink) yet, so I'll leave this one bit hanging. Please note that this is 2.5 years away from canon, which means the White Fang hasn't acquired as much tech as they have later. Adam's options are limited, but there's still enough universal solution: Aura suppressant. This is not a canon item, but as the name says, it can suppress one's Aura level low enough that they can't use it.

Ositha plays a huge part in A&C, despite being a 'minor' character. Minor, as in, no other canon cast recognizes her. Jacques sees her as base-born child. Ironwood's the same, but he's still neutral and takes no action because... who is this little girl anyway? The only one that sympathizes with Ositha would be Winter, since our fav Ice Queen has gone through almost the same thing.

Valentulus Burlywood(Ossy's father) sees Ositha as a complicated persona. On one side, she resembles her late mother in appearance. However, her mom was a more toward the obeying housewife type rather than hotheaded brat. That makes her 'Ositha', not Kora.

Dun, dun, dun, Blake knows. And it was her that orchestrated the meeting between Osmond and Adam, so she could act surprised when Adam told her his semblance. Pretty surprising, huh?