Sitting idly in a makeshift cell within Beacon's lower levels sat a young faunus staring aimlessly at the ceiling. It wasn't a big room but given her size it was more than adequate housing for her. Not that it mattered, regardless. She couldn't exactly walk what with the chains on her wrists and ankles. A bit medieval for her taste, but considering how the Fang treated their prisoners and failed operatives, this was quite the vacation. A bigger unnerving factor was the fact that she'd been isolated for almost two days now, after her failed attempted at wiping away the face of her earliest failures the young faunus was thrown into this cell and left alone. It was almost as if they'd decided to just leave her there and throw away the key. She didn't expect anything less from these humans.

Still, the food wasn't half bad, even if it was slid from an opening at the foot of the door.

The silence wasn't so unnerving, and the single dangling bulb over her head only added to the aesthetic of solitary confinement.

Ilia allowed her head to gently nudge against the cold concrete wall, closing her eyes to pass the time in slumber once more, she was met with echoing clanking from outside the door. Her head jolted upwards, eyes snapping open as she heard the tapping of footsteps against the floor growing louder with each step.

She prepped herself, waiting for the fabled headmaster to open the door and walk in…in heels?

What she was greeted to, however, was the face of the headmaster's second hand glaring at her. Took the young assassin a bit to register the newcomer before she returned the glare with one of her own, her eyes radiating similar levels of anger the professor in front of her displayed.

"This never gets easy." The professor muttered, her teeth gnashing tightly against each other as she stared at the faunus before her, still dawning the uniform of that accursed group. In her hands was a tray of food, though, judging from the rattling of the silverware she could only assume the amount of fury broiling from within the woman.

Rather quickly, she entered and closed the door behind her. Her eyes never leaving the sight of the little one.

Without uttering a single word, the professor sat down across from her, head hung low enough that a few strands of hair fell across her face. With a swift swipe the professor rearranged her strands back into alignment with the rest of her golden locks. Her emerald eyes softened as she got a better look at the would-be assassin's face. She was just a child, no older than the first years in Beacon. Thankfully, she had been subdued, albeit with minor injuries sustained from her confrontation with the Ziegler boy.

Lacroix wasn't present for the girl's arrest; she'd been patrolling on the opposite end of the campus, arriving only when the girl had been removed from the premise. That notion gave the deputy director of Beacon a sliver of peace, to know she wasn't alone in nightly patrols of the campus. Though, she was quick to refocus her attention on the girl, one troublesome issue was enough on for her mind to handle at the moment.

"Let's just get this over with." Goodwitch spoke softly as she nudged aside an empty tray before retrieving a clipboard and jotting a down whatever would proceed from here on. "Your name."

"…" Ilia remained silent, her eyes fixated on the human woman. This wasn't her first interrogation, albeit the few times she had actually been caught; her escape soon after kept her from sticking around for any 'hands-on' questioning.

The Deputy Director glanced upwards, catching the teen's stoic expression locked on her. It was a faint thing, but Goodwitch caught wind of something the longer her eyes remained locked on the assassin. There was no logical explanation behind the tightening in her stomach, or the unnerving chill she felt when gazing into the stone cold eyes of the shackled teen. But there was something there.

"Your name." Her voice was stern, a hint of authority laced in as her eyes narrowed.

Well, she was quick to anger, Ilia noted. A smile would've etched across her lips had she not been bound by chains, at the mercy of her captors.

And yet, the faunus remained silent much to the chagrin of the blonde woman. "Young lady, we could do this all day."

To which the teen shrugged nonchalantly, her chains rattling with each movement made. "And I have all the time in the world." Her response lacked any decorum, though; it came with a hint of annoyance.

Glynda's brows furrowed further, seemingly have little to no effect on the teen.

This wasn't going to be easy, she expected that. However, she expected a few racial slurs to be shucked her way, derogatory ones attacking her human blood. It was a common thing to be insulted by the Fang, mostly towards the humans, and yet this assassin seemed almost uncaring of her predicament.

Goodwitch sighed, pushing the tip of her glasses upwards. "Fine. I'll simply have you listed as 'foolish child', until otherwise." Her eyes narrowed, almost as if expecting her words to have made some form of effect on the assassin; it did not.

Rather, the teen's lips fumbled into a smirk, her eyes dancing along the smudges in the concrete walls, wondering what type of stains littered the walls of her dwelling. And soon after wondering if she genuinely wanted to know.

"Does that amuse you?" Goodwitch asked, a chill merged in her tone as she felt her patience beginning to wane.

"No." Ilia replied her eyes slowly glancing her way. "I just think it's improper for you to demand my name without showing the curtesy of giving yours."

"You snuck into this school in an attempt to murder one of my students." Glynda's words chilled the teen to the bone, as did her piercing glare. "I don't believe you're deserving of any curtesy, much less sympathy. And yet, Headmaster Ozpin has requested you be interrogated before being handed over to the authorities." The woman's glare lightened, though the fire in her pupils was still ever present. "You have a choice; answer my questions, or I will report to Ozpin of your uncooperativeness."

"." Ilia once more remained silent though this time she was in deep thought over the status of her current position. On the one hand she could continue her current trek, jerk around the blonde around, enjoying the frustration she inflicted on the woman…but then, there's always the long game.

The teen gave a small sigh, her shoulders slumping lightly as her head leaned against the wall.

"And when your little interrogation is over, what happens to me?"

Goodwitch's brow twitched slightly, catching wind of where this conversation could possibly go. "Depending on what the headmaster decides and how cooperative you are, you will either serve your sentence in Vale under the custody of the kingdom. Or, you will remain under Beacon's custody, serving whatever sentence the headmaster chooses to have you carry out."

Ilia's response was a short scoff, her eyes rolled at the possible outcomes. "How vague, didn't even bother telling me what my charges will be, how long I'll serve…"

"You can add attempted murder as the primary charge." Glynda threw in rather harshly, her tone seemingly making no effect on the teen. "As for being associated with a terrorist organization, I can assure you; your sentence will most likely have you serving a better part of your life behind a steel cell. Unless you're willing to cooperate."

All the while, Ilia remained firm in her position, choosing to remain quiet as the woman rose up from her spot in frustration following the continued silence.

"I was unaware Beacon had so much power." She commented, her eyes drifted elsewhere as the deputy's turned to face her. "To be have one's own prison, under a school no less…I can't imagine that's up to code."

Without sparring the girl another moment, Glynda strode through the door, though not quick enough to close it before she heard a last few set of words from the prisoner.

"Be a dear and maybe be more amusing the next time you come around."

And like that, Glynda shut the door with as much decorum as she could keeping face whilst also showing that the teen's taunts were of no effect to her. Though, what she didn't see was the small smirk on the slender teen's lips as the door slammed shut.

The teen smiled softly, her head leaning against the stone slab as her eyes drifted off. "Tout le plaisier est pour moi." She muttered softly.

Hana had awoken not too long ago, sitting at the edge of the bed, her fingers dancing lightly around one another as she remained in still in the room that housed her younger sibling. She hated hospitals, in more than just the smell and lingering beepings haunting her subconscious. She hated having to sit at the bedside…at his bedside, waiting for him to recover again. It became a trend long ago, and she would never allow herself to become accustom to it. And yet, nothing she said or did would convince her sibling to keep him from ending up here. Though, given their intended line of work, it was safe to assume this would eventually happen. However, to have it happen so often would eventually weigh on a person's mentality.

Her eyes shifted from her twiddling fingers to the lightly snoring blond resting beside her. It had been a good set of years from the first time she saw him in such a state. Her mother in a near hysteria for the better half of the first week, her mom doing all she could to calm the situation down…and her, all she could do was sit at his side and wait. Hoping and praying he'd wake up.

Dwelling on that first time, in that damned Volskya hospital. Unwanted memories resurfaced once more, plunging her down a lane she rarely ever crossed willingly.

-Six years prior-

"I said it's out of the question." A blonde doctor speed walked across her office, reviewing a folder in her hand as the hulking Crusader sat patiently on a stool in front of her desk. There wasn't much activity in regard to patients overflooding her clinic, however, Angela was using what little she could of her work to block out and end the current conversation between herself and the old lieutenant.

"Come now, it will only be for two weeks, Brigitte and Mei will be there." Reinhardt spoke with a calm tone, though there was evidence of plead mixed in, albiet faint.

Angela stopped before a small cabinet, her eyes fixed on her own reflection for a mere moment till they shifted away. "So will Zaryanova."

A touchy subject, to be sure, though, Reinhardt seemed less inclined to back down at the mention of the woman's name. "Yes, well, the training session will be in Volskya, having someone who knows the terrain and can hold their own in a fight is a safe bet on that end wouldn't you agree?"

Standing awkwardly just outside the doorway was a younger, yet somehow still small, Hana. The girl had been accompanying her mother due to school being out for the summer. Though she stayed in enough of a proximity that she could catch small snippets of the conversation.

"Angela, see reason; Jaune must continue his training, the Fang has been increasingly bold as of late, I refuse to allow my little ones to be untrained should those animals act whilst we are not around." Rein seemed to be holding his ground this time around, even hinting at being a touch more aggressive too.

But, it didn't matter; this conversation would play out like it always did.

"My answer is final Wilhelm; Jaune will remain here." Hana nodded at her mother's words, mouthing them too just for a little jest of her own. Besides, it wasn't like she was too thrilled over her brother going over to see the pink-haired woman. She always gave her mom and her dirty looks. Hana could handle a cold stare; she was used to it. But Zarya was much more vocal with her disdain of the Ziegler children, none more so then when she trained her sibling. Something about the way she tended to be much more…rough with her little brother unnerved her, as if she had something out for him. Her mother could see it, thankfully…the others though.

"Besides, Jaune will be rather busy this summer." Again, Hanna nodded, probably some medical internship in their mother's hospital, or maybe a few extra lessons in summer school. Either way, her mother would find every logical excuse to keep her sibling here. "I plan to have him enroll for summer classes in the academy Hana will attend for her piloting courses."

The young girl's head shot up, head turning to the small crack just beside the door, allowing her to hear the conversation in the office. She leaned closer, not wanting to miss a single detail over what she just heard.

"You would have him become a pilot?" Reins question stemmed from curiosity, Angela's expression had not changed, though she seemed less eager to deflect the conversation as she slowly set down the folder in her arms.

"To be quite honest, I wanted him to attend summer classes at his school. But…I feel piloting classes might help quell whatever is driving him to seek pleasures outside of Zurich." Hana could feel that little jab aimed at her Opa. "Besides, with their school schedules and new interests, piloting school will be a good chance for Hana and him to bond over the summer before the two begin focusing on their careers.

Hana nodded once again, after all, she wasn't wrong. What with her brother spending the majority of his time studying or training; and her with her studies and friends, the two had seen very little of each other as of late. Which, now that she thought back on it, made her wonder what the blond was doing on his own without her.

There was a time the two seemed almost joined at the hip; with him almost always hiding behind her, and her…the eldest sibling watching over him.

Last she recalled, he had four or five friends from school, only one of them was a boy. Her family had quite a run with the teasing, though, it surprised her that their mom was more protective of him when these 'friends' came around. Their mother was…not as zealous, but she was wary of those brats.

It's been a while since she's seen them. It made her wonder if the little group still hung out as much as they did prior.

"While I agree with the notion of them growing closer through combat…" She almost rolled her eyes if not for the fact that she predicted that little comment from her Opa almost off the bat. "I still believe his training in Volskya would be much more beneficial for his training, not to mention the lack of Fang presence in that region of Mantle reduces the risk of anything happening to him while we're there."

"Not that I'm complaining over the lack of numbers, but you know the reason for the small presence of Fang in that area, don't you?"

The massacres, Hana remembered reading about it a couple times; Volskya was one of the cities most affected by the war. The people were much less forgiving of the White Fang, more so to faunus in general. Which is one of the major reasons she did not venture north.

Still, it wouldn't matter in the long run. Her brother would spend the summer with her, and if all went well, their mother might just be open to letting him venture out of their home a little more. After all, while they weren't going to fly any vehicle anytime soon, the prototype mechs were to be their primary training gear.

"Is there nothing that I can say that will sway you?"

"…you know the answer to that already, Rein." Angela muttered, refocusing her attention on her work.

Hana peaked inside, catching the old crusader lean just a little towards her mother, his voice was just a tad lower, possibly to avoid an eavesdropper, but thanks to her genetics, the girl was able to catch the following conversation.

"Angela…you won't be able to shelter him forever…Jaune is getting adventurous, your replacement airship is proof enough of that." Angela felt a vein in her forehead throb at the reminder of that little fiasco. It was one thing to lose an airship and much of the supplies inside, it was another to find out her only two children were piloting the said airship and intended to crash it into the Fang base out of spite. "He will find out one day, and when he does, he will look for answers, wherever he can find them." His voice grew faint again, Hana was barely able to catch his words this time around. "What will happen if he finds him." The good doctor felt her hairs stand on end, the image of him brought a shiver to crawl up her spine. Feelings of anger, guilt, longing, and fear prodded her mind as she fought every possible notion of him ever finding her boy. "Just this once, why not let him decide."

-Present day-

And he did. Jaune chose to go north, to train with his grandfather…and when he finally returned, the first time Hana saw him; he was coated in red. Bruises and scrapes littered wherever skin could be seen. His clothes were torn and whatever gear he had left from his trek was discarded, most of it bent and battered beyond repair. One of the images burned into her memory was of him when he first came in, his left arm was gone, the bloodied cloth used to tighten the wound and keep blood from escaping was drenched in dirt and blood. She wasn't allowed to see him until after the surgeries, but she remembered being frozen in place when they brought him through the doors, seeing him in that state had images of her home flashing across her vision. It was as if she was back in her hometown, caught in the middle of the Crisis, watching as everything was being destroyed and everyone she ever knew was dying left and right.

And there she saw her baby brother, found in the outskirts of Volskya, damn near close to death and with a Fang battalion not too far off his tail. The only thing she felt at the time was an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Helpless as her brother lay on a table having doctors operate on him, trying to keep him alive. Helpless as her mother went on a frantic tangent, her hair disheveled and an endless stream of tears cascading down her cheeks as she roared curses at the crusader sitting somberly in front of her.

No one knew how it happened, all that made sense was that the Fang would do whatever it took to strike a blow at the doctor, if not physical then emotional would have to do.

She remembered seeing her mom hold the good doctor back on numerous occasions, one of which that took a collective of three family members to keep her subdued was when she was forced out of the room. What else was to be done? Angela had froze at the sight of what the Fang had done to her son, again. A brilliant doctor she was, but she was human; her emotions got in the way, so she was forced to wait with everyone else.

Hana couldn't remember all the obscenities her mother threw out that day, all she could think about was the very real possibility that her brother would never be safe. She felt her heart beat an a hastened pace, more images of him flashed across her mind, the fear of seeing him constantly on a bed, being operated on, limb after limb going missing until one damn day…his luck would run out.

Slowly, she started seeing the very fears her mother had, to the point that she started considering the same measures she once saw as a little overboard.

Fear had gripped on her the same way it did her mother, it blinded her with the need to protect her family, not willing to lose those closest to her again.

And yet, as she sat at the edge of her sibling's bed, the young pilot ponders whether her actions had any positive effect. She'd brought her knees to her chest, head half buried into her arms as her eyes stared aimlessly at the door to the room.

Whatever happens from here on out, whatever hand she plays; Hana was either on her brother's side or their mother's…unless, by some miracle she decides to relent her strict hold…though, given her track history in regards to stubbornness; it would be one for the history books. For their family at least.

-clink-

Her eyes shot upwards, just barely catching a shadowed figure passing by their door. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, but the pilot could've sworn she saw tints of red in the midst of the shadow…Hana didn't waste a second upon drawing her pistol from a satchel she kept on a chair beside the cot.

She gave her sibling one last look before carefully standing up and stalking carefully towards the door. With as much care as she could muster, the pilot stood just beside the door frame, reaching for the handle Hana kept her sidearm at the ready. Though, as her fingers wrapped around the knob, she couldn't help but wonder if it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. After all, the academy was under strict surveillance, nothing could just waltz around without the staff being alerted…right?

Then again, there was that assassin.

With a reignited flame, she cautiously opened the door, her head peering over the small crack, finding nothing in the dimly lit hallways. She could hear the faint sounds of the nurses a few doors down, small hushed whispers and mindless typing that allowed the pilot to breath just a little easier. She closed the door calmly, holstering her sidearm, she turned back towards her sibling.

Her eyes didn't need to adjust back to the darkness, not for what she was to see standing idly over her brother's sleeping form. There towering over the blond was a hooded figure shrouded in pure ebony, though, it almost appeared as though she could make out leather and armored gauntlets with sharpened talons at the end of each fingertip. She could make out a mask as well, pure white snow, and yet, she couldn't make out the red markings more commonly associated with the Fang.

And yet, that didn't stop her from drawing her firearm again, aiming it right at the unknown's head.

The sound of the pistol's safety being flicked off alerted the unknown, albeit, displaying a mild interest at best towards the young girl. It gazed at her, if only for a mere moment before turning its attention back to the sleeping blond.

Hana swore she could hear him rasping, though, quiet and strained. As if it was intentionally trying to make the least amount of noise possible. Her finger slid towards the trigger, hugging it just enough for a trigger-fire, but not enough to have it go off just yet. Whatever the hell made its way in, she wanted it as far away from her brother before she started firing.

Although, her finger almost flexed on instinct when the unknown began to move; his hand reaching towards the blond.

"Don't." She hissed; her teeth gnashed tightly as she attempted to remain as silent as possible. "Don't you fucking touch him." Her voice cracked, if only faintly.

She drew the hooded unknown's attention again. However, as if tempting her, it instead reached towards its coat, possibly to draw some form of weapon.

With renewed vigor she took a step closer towards the unknown, her pistol still aimed at its head.

"Hands where I can see them."

One of her more crucial mistakes was assuming the weapon alone granted her some measure of authority. And yet, when the unknown seemingly refused to back away, she almost tempted herself to inch closer, her hope was having her weapon close enough would force them to back away. What she didn't account for was the sudden swipe of the hooded unknown's hand, snatching away her pistol.

The more unnerving part wasn't the sudden contact, it was the lack thereof; she only saw a black mist engulf her hands before realizing she was grasping air and her weapon in the sharpened talons of this Fang assassin.

Luckily for her, the sidearm wasn't all she had. Without missing a beat, the feline faunus drew a blade from a hidden compartment in her pistol's holster. Although, given the unknown had her firearm in hand, she wasn't too confident with the current odds.

The hooded figure examined the pistol a bit before ejecting the magazine, placing both the loaded mag and the firearm on the counter by the bed.

"Hmph."

Hana felt herself shudder, if only faintly as she eyed every movement this unknown made.

"Word of advice…" His voice, it felt so wrong. Hearing wasn't enough, but for some strange reason the young pilot felt as though she could smell a stench that she hadn't noticed before. It was a momentary thing, but the sudden invasion of her senses was messing with her head. "…don't get too close to someone if you can't even keep a tight grip on the trigger, much less your weapon."

Well that was new, she'd been given plenty of advice before, mostly from her mom and CO, but from an assassin? Something new every day, she supposed. Still, it didn't distract her from the current issue at hand.

The hooded unknown's hand reached for his coat once more, only this time she tensed, as she had no way of keeping him from pulling anything without getting close with her blade. So she readied herself, whatever this creep pulled, she'd counter it however best she could.

When his hand finally emerged from his momentary rummaging, she was almost caught off guard by the item in his palm. A small box, possibly metal or porcelain, she couldn't tell.

Every instinct in the pilot's head was urging her to turn tail and run, just being near…whatever the hell this guy was had her on edge.

In a slow, irritatingly calm manner, the unknown placed the box on the counter nearby and gently lifted the lid.

-Cue; Lurking, FMA Brotherhood OST-

Without uttering a single word, he sat down in the empty chair, his crimson eyes, though haunting and radiating a form of malice that unnerved Hana, she saw something else in them, content. As if being beside her brother, or perhaps the music from the box, was calming to the unknown. His whole demeanor had changed as well; his shoulder seemed more relaxed, less stiff and rigid than before. His head just a little low, though, his eyes did not remove themselves from the blond. It was an odd thing to see, especially when he was dressed like an edgier White Fang operative.

Which of course begged the bigger question. "Who are you?"

The unknown spared her a faint glance, deathly silent, save for his raspy breathing, which he seemed to be keeping restrained.

"Are you Fang?" She asked, her fingers danced along the hilt of her blade, waiting for confirmation.

"Ha." He chuckled out, somewhat sarcastically. "If I was, you'd both be dead by now." His answer unsettled the teen, but given how he was able to not only sneak past and disarm her; Hana had little doubt this unknown could've ended her long before. Though, the fact that he wasn't with the White Fang helped ease her anxiety, albeit mildly.

There were muffled voices from outside, they were growing somewhat louder, then in an instant they'd gone silent. Hana's head turned to the door as the sound of heels clacking against tiles grew ever louder before the room's door burst open.

Greeting her were her moms and cowboy uncle, their eyes scanning the room with such intensity.

"….the hell…" It appears the sudden intrusion had awoken the blond teen, though, given his calmness at the door bursting open, he appeared more annoyed than startled. His groggily state eroded with each passing second as he turned to greet the intruders. Seeing his moms and uncle standing at the doorway, he opened his mouth to ask…when an odd tune finally made its way into his conscious.

His head turned to the side of his cot, eyeing the strange music box, recently wound, and playing a tune he hadn't heard prior. And yet, for some strange reason, he found it soothing, relaxing even. Unconsciously, he began reaching for it when another hand shot for it, closing the box the moment she grasped it, cutting the music off in an instant.

Angela held the box to her chest as her head titled forward, casting a shadow over her eyes.

This object, the music, the ones that would surely follow, it all brought her so many painful memories. But, it had to be a coincidence. Her son's friends, in the waiting room, made offhanded remarks of getting her boy 'another' music box, a gift of sorts, once he was discharged. Still, to acquire one with this tune….

"Jesse…" The cowboy's eyes drifted to her, catching the doctor's hardened eyes as she grazed his. "Can you stand watch outside? I wish to speak with my children."

"Can do." He tilted his Stetson before giving a faint nod to the others and pacing calmly out the door.

Angela turned to her children, prepped to ask her daughter if she had seen who left the box by chance…until she noticed something metallic in the pilot's grasp. To her credit, upon seeing the blade, she noticed almost instantly, an empty holster. "Hana" The teen perked; her eyes never shifted away from her mother since she'd entered. "…why is your gun on the counter?"

Hana's eyes widened; her hand grasped at the empty holster, her body trembled, remembering the fact that she wasn't alone not too long ago. "I-i-i-i…i…" She tried to utter something, anything, but to no avail, she could only stutter. The intruder slipped in, without her noticing, and it disappeared without a trace. She could feel it disarming her, but the loss of her weapon and the music box were evident that someone, or something, was in there with them. What it was she encountered…she could only surmise the entity by the short interaction, and the feeling of fear that coursed through her being just being near it.

A ghost.

Her mothers noticed, Fareeha showed visible worry, her instincts took over as she rushed to her daughter.

Angela, remained locked in place.

Her fears were beginning to take shape, his face was taking form. The one soul she failed to save, coming back to haunt her. She could hear him, the rasping laugh echoing from beneath his hood. His metal talons reaching for her, threatening to take hold before diving straight for her son.

These music boxes, Hana's encounter…it was a message; he knows where her boy is. He was biding his time, but he was coming.

Her ocean blue eyes drifted somberly to her children. The lights of her life, the two greatest joys she had…as much as it pained her pride, Reinhardt was right. She couldn't hide this for long, after tonight, things would only escalate.

None more so than for her son. He was going to need to be told the truth. But…for now, as her eyes fell upon her still trembling daughter, she chose instead to comfort her little one. Walking slowly over and embracing her child in a tender hug, brushing her hair softly while Hana's trembling slowly eased.

Meanwhile, unaware to all, a gust of black mist danced with the wind around Beacon, trailing from the sills of the medical wards, descending gracefully downwards to the holding cells below the campus. With a specific holding block in mind.

And here is the next installment, buckle up kiddies, shit is about to hit the fan. Also, real quick, what's an Omake? Like, I've read (and seen) them before, and from what I can tell they're either short bonuses that didn't make the cut, or they're little snippets that aren't related to the actual story but just for entertainment purposes. Regardless, I had in mind to throw in a few Omakes here and there depending on the chapter.

Also, in case any of you have noticed I have two favorite characters in RWBY: Jaune and Ilia. Which is why if you've read a few of my other fics, she's starting to come up a lot. Albeit not as often in most but plays a big role in one I'll be updating soon. Now, what role will she play here? Well, I've be spreading enough breadcrumbs to give ya'll a clear idea how she'll associated with the rest of the cast in this one.

Also, just so there's no confusion, when Jaune or Hana refer to their parents respectively, the formal 'mother' will be Angela, and 'mom' will be referring to Fareeha.

Response Time:

ZenithTempest: I expected a response like that, and to be perfectly honest; my intention wasn't to make Angela overly possessive. Controlling, maybe, but not to the extreme. Still, I must disagree with the notion that Jaune forgives her. Everyone who's had a protective parent, who has a reason for being protective, understands why the parent acts the way they do. But I never intended him to forgive her so easily.

Hirshja: Not gonna lie, I may have gone overboard with how characters react to certain information, I mostly added those in previous chapters for mild comic effect, specifically with Satya and Amelie. And I agree, parents tend to use the 'I fed and clothed you so you should feel grateful' line a lot more than they should, especially when feeding and clothing a child is a parent's obligation to begin with. But, I suppose that's also on me too, I've only mentioned the reasons behind Angela's need to keep a constant eye on her son. Case in point, I intend to delve into their history later on in the story, mayhaps the next chapter.

.1291: hehehe, soon…er than you think

TheGreatSeeker: Thanks, I was afraid I might've been going a little overboard at first, but I'm kinda glad I went with the second draft. Third draft would've had Beacon blown to bits…

Lumely: Don't worry, that reveal will come soon enough…but I'm kinda surprised I was able to finish the chapter right on Mother's day, and before work too.

John Spicer: First of all…nice pun, Xiao Long Approved. Second, the act of him leaving without at the least a note, basically dropping off the face of the world and leaving his family in a panic mess to find him is a major dick move, mostly to those who cared deeply for him. Now, you're also correct; Jaune had no obligation to tell anyone anything, and by no means did he have any obligation to accept a challenge from Angela. (And there have been countless stories where I've thought the same as you in regards to that.) But picture if you will, the implications of a fight; believe it or not, a lot of folks tend to use it as a means to express tension or aggression that doesn't have to end in fatality. The opportunity to bash someone you hold a grudge against, isn't something to overlook so easily. And if Jaune had won, well…I suppose that's a thought for another time.

Crimson11116: ok, you lost me a little there at the end, but overall I'm glad you get what I was trying to get across with Angela. Doesn't mean her actions are justified, and I'll get to that later on, but it's understandable why she reacted in such a way. Though, the real reason for Jaune wanting to become a hunter is mostly due to a single family member. You'll have to stay tuned to find out who.

Bladewriter: No you're spot on; Satya and McCree are married, though, I realized I gave too few hints aside from the description of Jesse's home and vague hints here and there.