Warning: This work is rated T for a reason: there is Violence, Blood, Angst, and the mention of serious topics like Racism and Mental Illness that remit this rating. this work of Fanfiction will never have any material that would send it over the edge like Lemons or highly descriptive scenes of violence.

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Salutations everybody!

Welcome to REwrite: Maya's new episode!

I'm not very proud of how long it took me to update, this chapter was done quite a long time ago but I have been in sort of a bad mood, unable to write anything worth writing, I think I'm suffering from my first writer's block and it hit me quite hard to the point that just doing the final editing of already done chapters felt like a painful chore and I kept procrastinating.

This chapter and the next one will mark the last two rewritten chapters, chapter Nine is the first fully original Maya chapter so I will try to get to that one quickly, I just need to get my motivation back up and running... and first figure out how to do that hehe.

Anyway, enough drama, you aren't here for that!

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I love writing it.

Oh, and I don't own RWBY!

Enjoy!

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Season 1

Episode 7: Light Up My Heart

Menagerie – The Coast – Sky Above It

The sight below dug up a memory from long ago—one I couldn't recall ever hearing with the ears I now owned.

Was it a song?

Yes. Yes, it was a song. How silly it was that my previous life's first memory came to be the lyrics of a song sounding more like a lullaby for children.

But I couldn't find more fitting words to describe the view.

The lights from the city below danced with a beauty for which other words were not enough to describe it.

"If ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep…" I whispered the lyrics for myself. I rested my head against the airship's window, the glass vibrating under my ear as I closed my eyes.

Kuo Kuana.

That was the name of the city. It was the largest settlement and capital of the southernmost island of Remnant called Menagerie. The isle had only a few towns, and most of them resided on the western coasts since most of the east had only deserts filled with wildlife said to be more dangerous than the Grimm.

Menagerie.

I had never been here before, but I spent my life hearing about it. Many called it a refuge—others a prison. Many called it a paradise—others a death sentence. Many called it just an island but others…

Called it the kingdom of the faunus.

"Enjoying the view?" Trifa asked behind me, but I didn't react, nor did I open my eyes. For as much as the city may have been beautiful, I still hated being trapped in this… flying can.

"I'ma vomit on ya," I said.

Trifa giggled as she sat beside me.

"I'm yet to understand your problem with heights," Adam said as his elbows landed against the back of my seat and pushed it down. I groaned, and Trifa giggled more.

"The great Maya, the hero, afraid of heights," Trifa said as she poked me on the arm.

Thankfully, the bleeding injury I still had no time to take care of was on my other shoulder and hidden from their view.

I came to this secluded section of the ship to deal with it, but they arrived to aggravate me before I could.

"I don't care about heights," I said, groaning. "It's having to bet mah life on a flying deathtrap that bothers me. This thing gonna crash any minute."

"This is the finest airship there is!" Trifa said, giggling before adding. "I think?"

I groaned.

She snickered louder.

"We're about to land," Adam said. He put his hand over my head. "Sienna wants me with her, and I want you to come with me."

"I don't wanna go to the big shot's meeting…" I said with a whine.

Trifa giggled some more as Adam scratched my head the way I knew he knew I liked.

"I consider this a form of bribery," I said and moaned right after. But the head massage didn't last more than five seconds, and his hand departed—and I groaned again. "Give me moar…"

Adam didn't show me any mercy for me as he said, "Let's go."

"I'll find where we're staying for the night." Trifa pulled on my good arm.

I chuckled and moved to stand up, but suddenly a spike of pain stabbed me deep in my injured arm,

I jerked and tossed Trifa's hand away, a hitched scream ripping its way out my throat.

"Maya?!" Trifa came, but I forced a smile on my face and backed against the window. Thankfully, I still had the bandana over my mouth. It hid my quick breaths— to stifle the pain.

"It's nothing." I did a show of holding my injured arm, but I didn't touch it, just hovering my hand over it while making sure to keep it from their view. "My arm fell asleep. It caught me by surprise."

I couldn't see Adam's eyes beneath his mask—to see if he bought it.

Trifa—my dear beloved Trifa—smirked and crossed her arms. "Stop being adorably stupid, bird brain."

I flipped her off and followed Adam out the cabin as fast as I could.

I would deal with the wound after we disembarked—and got away from Adam and Sienna. They would probably be occupied with the high leader after we arrived and would have no time to spend with a simple soldier like me.

I was so bloody wrong—to the point, it was almost funny.

I trailed behind Sienna and Adam as we got off the ship. We were escorted from the docks into the city while they spoke with this man and the other. Faces blurred, and I was only thankful nobody seemed to need me to say a word as I focused on remaining standing and hiding how much the world wobbled.

It could have been half an hour or two whole hours, and I wouldn't have known. I was a moving statue walking beside Adam, a quiet step behind him while the rest of the universe minded its own business.

We reached a plaza where a tall wooden podium loomed at its center. The fires inside the wooden houses flickered in my eyes. The world spun, and I almost missed when Sienna said, "You two go enjoy the celebration. It's time for me to get what I deserve."

Sienna's word sounded slurred, but I didn't care, and she went away. Adam went the other direction, and I tried to follow him.

I stumbled between the faceless shadows. The crowd felt overwhelming, shoulders over me, too many voices speaking simultaneously, too many feet, and so many arms brushing me. The little clarity I still got in my head was put entirely into making sure I didn't lose sight of Adam or fall over and make a fool of myself.

Adam faced me, his hand grasping my uninjured shoulder. "Are you okay?"

I blinked twice as I processed his words, and then I lied. "Hella sleepy."

"Are you sure?" He held my shoulder tighter as if he was afraid I would topple under my weight— which, to be honest, I felt like doing.

"Yeh, I'm… I think I'ma find Trifa, 'kay? I'm dead tired from the mission and then the freaking trip on the flying can." I put my hand over his and squeezed gently. I pulled away, but instead, his other hand landed on my waist. My eyebrows skyrocketed, my cheeks flushing under my bandana.

"Want me to come with you?" Adam asked.

But my brain was suffering from a short circuit.

I didn't want to move.

I didn't want him to move.

No. I did want to move. I did want Adam to move.

Closer.

I moved my healthy arm and pushed his chest away, softly enough to not shove him but firm enough that Adam understood. He took a step back, and although I couldn't see what emotions laid in his eyes, the image of his lips thinning stabbed into my heart.

"Tonight… tonight's yar night, Adam!" I said with a chuckle as I took a step back. "Enjoy it. I'ma go crash down… Tell me tomorrow how it was, 'kay?"

Adam sighed. "Maya, I—"

"I am Sienna Khan…" The wind carried Sienna's voice through the murmuring of the faceless crowd.

Adam glanced between the stage and me— once, twice. I solved his dilemma by waving and turning away as I left.

Sienna spoke to the crowd, but I ignored her words and kept walking.

I felt surrounded.

Clogged.

Breathless.

I needed to get away from the crowd.

I pushed my way to what I hoped was the direction out as I moved farther from Sienna's voice and Adam's warmth.

A golden sparkle shone between the mass of bodies, and I couldn't stop myself from squinting my eyes at it even though the movement made me woozier than I already was.

She was a girl with twitching cat ears over long and luscious black hair. Her golden eyes stared back. She flinched in either fear or surprise. I couldn't tell which when our eyes met— and a faceless body hid her from view.

I arched an eyebrow. The girl reminded me of the High Leader. Huh, maybe my theory that all feline faunus had golden eyes was correct. I would need to ask Sienna another time.

I didn't notice when I walked out the crowd—

Or the wall.

My forehead smashed into bricks. I bounced off the wall, my knees wobbling as I pressed a hand against the stupid thing to keep from falling.

My other hand moved to snatch the bandana off my mouth. My unsteady fingers couldn't get a hold of the smooth fabric, and it fell to the ground between my feet. "Damn it."

My legs shook, my knees giving up. Only the wall kept me standing.

I couldn't move.

If I did, I would follow the bandana down into the dirt. I kept breathing, letting my body rest. I held on to the wall for a few more seconds.

I would get my bandana back in a moment and get the hell out of here to deal with the wound, and everything would be totally, absolutely fine!

I just— needed a second.

I gritted my teeth.

It pissed me off.

I didn't want to look weak. I couldn't allow it. Yet right now, if anyone glanced in my direction, all they would see me look like was downright pathetic. And I couldn't do anything about it other than keep breathing.

My uninjured hand rose, and I threw a punch at the wall. Why couldn't just the world leave me the hell alone?!

"H— Hello?" A girl's face appeared before my fist. It stopped a breath away.

Her eyes widened as they met mine. They darted to my branded mouth.

I blinked and launched myself off the wall.

Away from her.

It was stupidly risky to try and retrieve my bandana, but I leaned down enough to fish it off the ground— even though the maneuver had a high chance of making me fall. I didn't fall, and instead, I got up with bandana in hand and covered my mouth again.

But rather than get more scared because of my lack of manners, the girl seemed to calm down as she rubbed her hands, her eyes following me. In the darkness of the night, with only fires and candles, the gold in her eyes shone like coins.

I blinked and looked away.

She saw my brand mark. Very few had— and I was proud of how good I became at hiding it from the world.

"Don't ya dare tell anyone what ya saw," I said, fixing her a glare.

The girl's cat ears twitched, but her expression remained calm and controlled, and I didn't know why that made me want to pull out her hair somehow.

"I won't… Are you okay?"

"Just peachy." I nodded, moving to leave. Had I not been so tired, I would have perhaps thanked her.

"Excuse me…" she said. Her slender fingers grasped my injured shoulder. her palm right over the gunshot—

Cold fire exploded from the hole and ran through my muscles. I gasped, and my knees gave way, and they crashed into the sand.

"Are you okay?!" She kneeled next to me. My hand hovered over my shoulder to protect it from her prodding, but then the light lit up her hand— her eyes widened as she saw it covered with blood. "You're bleeding!"

"I'm fine!" I said in a harsh whisper and tried to stand on my wobbly legs. I didn't want this girl to draw more attention to me. I just needed to get away to deal with the wound myself and—

Why was the floor shaking?

The girl caught me by my healthy shoulder as I fell, and I couldn't do more than mumble an "I'm fine,"as she wound my arm around her head and dragged me away from the crowd.

"No, you're not. You need help." She shook her head, her cat ears plastered against her skull and her long black hair brushing against my clothes. "Lean on me. My home's near."

She guided my steps, my head lolling to the side and closer to her. The scent of orange perfume flitted through my nose. The girl's smell seemed so distracting… It was an excellent indicator that I was starting to become delirious, and I decided to stop fighting her and just let her walk me.

I kept my head down, concentrating on taking the next step that followed. We reached a set of stairs and then a massive wooden door, which seemed a little bit too large for any regular house here to have, yet I didn't care enough about it to raise my eyes off the ground.

She pulled it open, and not long after, she helped me down onto a comfortable wooden chair.

"Wait here," she said, and I finally got my face up as she walked away into a long corridor, her turquoise dress bouncing with her steps. Her hair swayed side to side, and her little cat ears twirled as if catching sounds I couldn't.

I blinked once.

I blinked twice—

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Menagerie – Kuo Kuana – Cat Girl's House?

"I'd like to make myself believe…"

A tune carried by the breeze.

"Hum… Turns slowly…"

Warmth tugged me, the soft sheets of a bed, the coziness of a pillow.

I opened my eyes to light from an open window, white curtains fluttering with the wind. Clear skies and a palm tree waved at me from the outside.

"That song…" The words slurred out my mouth, and they must have been too low for whoever was singing to understand them.

"It's hard to say— oh! You woke up." The singer stopped, and I glanced at the other side of the bed to find my bandana thrust right at my face.

The cat girl's hand hovered close with the bandana still in her fingers. Although it covered most of her, I still saw her awkward smile as she said, "I thought maybe you'd like it back? I… I took it while you slept."

I wasn't sure how to respond.

I took it from the girl's hand, brushing her fingers accidentally as I pulled the piece of cloth away and put it back on.

I moved to stand up, shuffling my arms behind and pushing my chest up to get up, but she jumped from her chair. "You shouldn't stand!"

I stopped with only my torso upright, her hands over me— like she was too scared to touch me. I gave up on standing and sat more comfortably in the bed. She sighed in relief and returned to her chair.

"That song. What was it?" I asked. The lyrics sounded so familiar.

The girl's cheeks turned bright red, and her eyes escaped mine. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Ya didn't. What song was that?" I continued asking. The girl's voice wasn't that of an angel. The song was not something that would bring tears to my eyes either, but it had been… nice.

"It's just a silly lullaby." She shrugged, and I expected her to stay quiet and avoid looking at me, but after she blinked. She glanced at me. "Are you… are you Maya?"

I nodded, and her eyes went to her hands, fidgeting.

"They call you the hero of Mistral," she said, and I couldn't stop a snort from escaping my lips. She looked at my face, frowning, her ear flat against her hair.

"Kinda hard to be the hero of a city I helped raid," I said with a smirk.

"They call you that because you defeated a huntsman," she said, and in that instant, her golden eyes prodded me. Her smile looked a little forced and made her look much younger. But I didn't care, her words dug into that tender ache inside my guts that came in full force again, and my grin died. I couldn't look at her anymore. Instead, I inspected my fingers.

Without my gloves on, it was easy to see all the imperfections on them, the little edges, and canals on my skin. There was one ridge on my left hand—right there on my index finger—that parted my skin right at my middle phalanx.

That one, I got from learning how to press the trigger of a gun.

That one, I got it pressing the trigger.

"I didn't… 'defeat' him— I… I…"

Neither of us could glance at the other for more than a breath before we had to look away. My left shoulder itched, and I moved my right arm to scratch it—only to remember too late the movement would have hurt.

But it didn't hurt.

I pressed my left hand into my right shoulder, and I felt the bulge of the bandages covering it underneath my shirt. The wound seemed to have already been healed by my aura, thanks to the medical aid I received.

"Thank ya. For treating me, I mean." I bowed my head, and the girl turned a bright shade of pink, her eyes escaping mine.

"Ah! I, well, I didn't do anything. You weren't responding when I came back. I thought you were dead!" She chuckled, and her fingers dug into her dress as she pressed her hands over her legs. "I was panicking. The one that healed you was my—"

"Good morning, you two!" the voice of a woman shouted.

I could have recognized her anywhere— the girl and I both jumped out of our skins. The shout came from the door behind the black-haired girl. Not a second later, the way too familiar head of a cat-eared woman with short black hair, pale skin, golden eyes, and a smile that could have swallowed the sun poked her way inside the room.

"Kali?!" Even though she was right in front of me, I still needed to confirm she wasn't just a fidget of my imagination.

Kali came into the room with a proud grin on her face. "Maya, you don't know how happy I am to see you finally in Menagerie! Did Adam come with you, too? And Trifa? Is she doing okay?"

Before I knew it, she had me between her arms, squishing the life out of me, forcing a gasp out my mouth and a "Mom!" out of the girl.

"Mom?!" I repeated like an idiot.

The woman squashed me harder. I squealed, a couple of my bones popping as she unhanded me. I fell back onto the bed, drawing heavy breaths.

"I'm so happy to see you! But I'd have preferred you visited me faster if you needed help." Kali's smile turned sour, and her hands landed on her waist, making her look exactly like the angry mother she was.

My brain was still trying to process all the new information. Rather than say a word, I looked at the girl— I mean, her daughter and then to her, back and forth.

How didn't I notice the similarities before?

The girl was a younger, long-haired Kali.

Things became more ridiculous as a third voice joined the chorus of insanity.

"Kali?" The calm voice of no other than the high leader said as he entered the room and frowned as his eyes caught me.

"High Leader?!" I squeaked and did my best to get up, trying to disentangle myself from the sheets.

I got up and did a graceless salute.

The man arched an eyebrow.

"You don't have to call me that anymore," he said— I dropped the salute. Rather than go into more details, he asked, "You're one of Sienna's little prodigies, aren't you?"

I frowned. Didn't the high leader recognize me, or was he purposely acting as if it was the first time he saw me? "Uh, yes?"

"My daughter said she found you wounded last night while the announcement was going through, were you attacked here?" he asked, Kali and her daughter looking at me with worry.

D— Daughter?!

I needed a second to understand what he was implying, and I opened my eyes and shook my head. "N—No, sir! the injury I had was from the Mistral raid…" I chuckled and scratched the back of my head. "I kinda didn't think it was so bad, but! I'm fine now, thanks to Kali and…"

I looked at the girl. Did she ever tell me her name?

She flinched.

"Blake!" she cried, turning pink as Kali giggled. "My name is Blake." She repeated and tugged one of her arms with the other.

"And Blake," I finished.

The high leader grinned, and a bellowing laugh exploded from his mouth. "Of course! My wife and daughter are the best on the whole island!"

I was sure I felt the exact moment my brain overheated.

"W— wife?!" I asked in a strangled whisper while the man kept laughing. Kali smiled while Blake turned five shades redder and could not look anywhere but at the floor while muttering something.

"Now that you're awake, why don't you and Blake join us for breakfast?" Kali asked.

I shared a look with Blake meant to ask why she wasn't already eating. "I wouldn't wanna intrude."

I was still quite shocked at discovering who Kali's family was, and it seemed I missed quite a lot of things from yesterday. But more importantly, I had no idea where Adam was, and I needed to find him immediately. I needed to know what he wanted to tell me yesterday.

Kali's smile grew, and Ghira chuckled in a way that said I didn't have any say in the matter. Not a second later, Kali grabbed her daughter with one hand and me with the other and hauled us out the room like mere ragdolls.

I blinked, and she dropped me onto the soft and fluffiest sitting cushion of a low table. The table held a variety of bowls filled with colored creamy-looking things. They smelled of garlic and spices but didn't look like anything I had eaten before. There were also plates with raw fishes I couldn't name.

Nobody said a word or touched a dish until— Ghira arched an eyebrow, "Are you planning on eating with that over your face?"

I flinched, touching my bandana. "I… uh."

"Have some tack!" Kali bonked Ghira on the head. She gave me a comforting smile, but it was so uncomfortable with how motherly it looked. "Don't worry, Maya, you're safe here, okay?"

The Belladonna family stared at me, warmth in Kali's eyes, worry in Blake's, and a frown on Ghira's lips.

I didn't want to remove my bandana.

I gulped, took a deep breath, and did it anyway.

Neither Kali nor Blake reacted. However, it wasn't surprising as they had already seen it. Ghira's eyebrows furrowed deeper as his eyes roved over the brandmark on my mouth.

I expected a long, painful silence or a long-winded conversation to follow, but instead, the high leader shoved a bread roll against my face and forced it into my mouth.

I bit into it.

"Good, right?" he asked, and I nodded, savoring the buttery taste.

To say that the awkwardness disappeared would have been a lie. It remained like a bucket of gravel lodged in my shoulders.

Kali laughed at her husband's expenses. The man I only knew as a severe leader played with a slice of bread and didn't use a napkin enough times— and got scolded continuously. Blake failed miserably at looking calm, and instead, a few giggles kept slipping out of her lips.

I felt suffocated, my eyes blurry, and even though I was full, and my stomach felt bloated, my hands kept on taking little pieces here and there. I didn't know why, but I didn't want breakfast to end.

Still, I couldn't do more than stare at a lonely bean at the edge of my plate, laughter ringing in my ears and craving more of it.

"Maya?" Caprile's voice called my name, and I whipped my head towards her.

My eyes were so blurry, the sting of the salt burning my pupils.

I blinked.

And Kali watched me with worry in her eyes. The table was quiet, and a shuddering breath escaped my lips.

I tried not to look like I wanted to run away as I stood up, shoulders rigid, my fist clenched. "Thank you for inviting me." I bowed, and a tear I didn't notice dropped on the table. Shaming me.

"I have to go find my friends. I… I appreciate your hospitality."

Ghira and Kali shared a look, but neither said a word.

Ghira nodded. "Enjoy your stay in Menagerie."

I put my bandana back on, did a half-turn, and got out of the room as fast as my legs could manage without running. I went through a highly decorated corridor with expensive-looking wooden statues and then another, which instead seemed filled with family pictures I did my best to ignore. I kept on walking, and it wasn't until I saw those pictures again, I noticed the house was kind of a labyrinth.

"Maya?" Blake asked behind me. She held her hands together, seemingly confused. I didn't want to seem rude, but I didn't know what to say as Blake gave me a shy smile.

"The house is hard to navigate, isn't it?" she asked.

I nodded.

She walked past me. "I'll take you to the front door."

"Thank ya."

We went in silence, reaching the entrance.

Blake went to the door and pressed one hand on it as if she were going to push it open, but instead, she turned toward me, with her lips pursed.

"You know," she said. "Maybe the way you… defeated the huntsman wasn't the right one, but… I think it's good that you care enough to think about that." She smiled at me and opened the door.

I didn't know how to respond to that.

I had no real idea where Adam and Trifa were. Instead of looking for them, I decided to find the city's White Fang base.

Finding the White Fang's headquarters wasn't hard. A giant pole held the organization's blue banner aloft above the houses' roofs and the palm trees' canopies and visible from almost anywhere in the city. It was eye-opening. Anywhere else in the world, our bases were hidden from view, refuges, caves, holes in the walls, and trapdoors in the sewers, but here it wasn't.

The walk wasn't long either. The building was at the docks, and at first glance, it looked just like any other from the city, with the only difference being the pair of guards wearing bandanas over their mouths stationed at the door.

I was let in without an issue, being prompted by a guard to go into what I expected to be the branch's leader's office. But instead, I opened the door and came right into what looked more like a temple. The room centered around a crimson carpet, with the sidewalls having some bookshelves behind long stone tables with multiple lit candles.

What captured my attention, though, was the stone tablet at the front wall, which held what appeared to be an altar for the painting of a hooded man with long ears. At each side of the platform was a crimson banner with a modified symbol of the white fang.

The logo lacked the circle around and instead had three claw marks behind a much more feral-looking tiger head.

I almost didn't notice the four people inside the room.

To one side of the room was Sienna. Huh? Her clothes seemed to have changed with the addition of a back-revealing red cape with gold accents. It made her look even more regal than she appeared before.

Adam was at her side, his hands at his back and his mask on. I couldn't decipher whatever he was thinking underneath it.

On the other side were two men that looked more like a pair of priests. Both were so similar as they wore black tunics, white pants, and orange hoods. Both also shared the same olive skin, but one had gigantic, furry fox ears while the other had a thick tail of the same orange color. One of the priests had his hands on his chest as if he were praying while the other was holding a long and slim object wrapped with a crimson cloth.

"You finally arrived. Where were you?" Sienna said, grinning. Her hands landed on her waist. Everything from her face to her posture seemed to be throwing smugness that left me a little bit confused. I had never seen Sienna act like this in front of others.

"I kinda got lost last night." I shrugged to sell the lie better. "Kali let me sleep in her home."

Sienna frowned. It didn't last more than a breath, and it disappeared. Adam pulled his hands out of his back.

"You stayed with the Belladonnas? Not something I expected Ghira to do at all… No matter. Now that I'm High Leader of the White Fang, we can finally start pursuing our objectives efficiently." Sienna snorted.

My eyebrows shot up. "Ghira is no longer in control?"

Sienna chuckled. "He finally accepted his peaceful methods were not what we needed. Your actions yesterday helped our cause a lot, Maya."

Sienna waved at the priests, and they took a step forward to her in unison.

"Maya," Adam said.

I nodded and moved to stand at his side while Sienna waved a hand at the priests.

"These gentlemen are the Albain brothers, leaders of the Menagerie Branch of the organization," Sienna said as she walked to stand between the priest, Adam, and me.

"We are humbled by meeting you, Adam Taurus, Maya," the one with ears said as he bowed at Adam and then bowed again at my direction. "I'm Fennec Albain."

"And I'm Corsac Albain," the other said before he raised the object in his hands to Adam like an offering. "These were finished before your arrival. We hope it is of your liking."

Adam glanced at Sienna, and she chuckled with a smirk on her face.

"I told you before, Adam." She stood between the brothers and us. One of her hands landed on the object Corsac held. "Now, it's time for you to get what you deserve."

She grabbed the cloth and pulled it off.

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And with this, we come to the end of the chapter!

Maya has to deal more with the weight of killing someone, and memories haunting her.

But more importantly, my favorite character has made her appearance! Blake is here! I can't wait for Maya and Blake's relation t develop and see their shenanigans going on... especially when it comes to Adam! Maya's stupidity and ability to jump to conclusions faster than an atomic bomb are gonna bite her in the ass.

Plz, remember to leave a review if you enjoyed the chapter and the story so far! (or not) reviews keep me motivated to write! Reviews are always beautiful to read, and I love knowing what you guys think.

But now, let's go for the fun part! Questions!

Previous Question of the week: If you had to be roommates with one character from RWBY who would you pick and why?

I would room with Blake, a love for books, quiet and friendly? Although I would love to be part of some of the shenanigans Ruby and Yang would probably get to, I would prefer to keep my sleeping accommodations as a shenanigans-free zone. So the nicest option would be Blake or Weiss, Weiss thou seems bossy and would probably try and boss me around sooner or later.

Question of the week: Imagine you are reborn in RWBY as a faunus! but oh my! You have been reborn as the worse faunus species you could have ever thought of! Which species are you now and why do you hate it?