"AK-SON OF A-!"

The pretty blonde girl found it hard to curse while the pale hand clasped over her mouth.

"Shut up, they'll hear you" snapped Weiss, near a hysterical outburst herself. The blood was going all over her expensive clothes, and though she didn't care at the moment about laundry bills, it was not making her any calmer.

Weiss had dragged Yang's prone body into a demolished clothing store and hid them from view behind the counter. Her experience with first aid was somewhat lacking when having to deal with a wound such as this, a severed arm was a bit more advanced than she'd like. But yang was losing blood, and she had to act, Yang's aura was depleted and she would bleed out soon if nothing was done. Weiss decided to be a little…unconventional.

The ice dust had managed to keep Yang conscious, but Weiss somewhat regretted this for what she had to do next was really going to hurt. She administered a fire dust spell to the bleeding stump of an arm, which cauterised it. Weiss winced as she saw the flesh bubble and steam, but knew it was the right thing to do. It was incredibly lucky that Yang had lost just under half her blood, because she let out a poorly stifled yell that would undoubtedly draw white fang members towards the shop. They did so enjoy watching things suffer.

After Yang had stopped yelling into Weiss' hand, she relaxed, still wincing from the pain, small tears escaping her eyes as the scorched nub lay helpless at her side. Weiss worked fast, applying another ice spell to the wound, forming both a cast and a pain killing effect. Yang slowed down in moments and began to open her eyes again. Weiss only looked at her face properly for the first time now, and gasped. The blade of that Psychotic faunus had managed to nip Yang's left eye into the bargain. A scar just like her own…

"I'd hit you if you weren't upside down" Yang whispered, the ghost of a smile flitting across her flushed face. Weiss sneered.

"You and what blood? Just stop talking, you're still hurt. I've done all I can, we should wait for your aura to do the rest...I…don't think there is much hope…for the arm."

Yang grimaced and attempted to sit up, but Weiss pushed her down, insisting that he needed to stay put for a few minutes. She jumped when she realised that the hand that was holding her down was pressing against Yang's chest, and quickly retracted the hand. This made the smile on Yang's face widen.

"It's okay; I could die at any moment, so now's the time. Come on, you were fine with violating me without permission a few seconds ago."

"You-are-delirious", Weiss stated very calmly, looking Yang directly in the face. "Shut up or I'll be forced to gag you."

Yang had a kink pun lined up, but saw Weiss' face and decided that it would be better to shut her eyes and enjoy the pain relief. She recalled the events that led up to her current situation. The Vytal tournament was interrupted by the white fang attack, they had brought grimm and the Atlas robots had been hacked to take their side. It was a massacre. Then that…man…had shown up, he was attacking Blake, she had activated her semblance…then…pain, pain was all she could recall for those few minutes, pain and loud noise. Pain and a pair of cold hands wrapped around her. But a loud noise interrupted her recollection, bringing a heavy dose of reality.

Weiss jumped and abruptly flattened down against Yang, a terrified gasp escaped her tight lips. Loud voices could be heard from outside the shop. They did not sound like frightened civilians.

"Spread out! I want to see filth at my feet in five minutes, or else!"

Adam Taurus was standing outside the store, his white fang supporters around him, and they seemed to be ransacking the stores to the left and right of the one that the two huntresses were hiding in, searching them for some reason. Adam seemed to have chosen the clothing store for him to search alone. Weiss could see through a small crack in the underside of the desk, Adam was drawing closer to them, pushing past manikins and slicing displays in two. He looked passionate in his destruction, as only Adam could.

Weiss looked petrified down at Yang. Without any words to communicate with, she seemed to get the idea. Yang's face had become very serious, and she was not making any attempt to move or speak. Slowly, she raised her arm and pointed to the small groove that lay to their right, actually under the counter. Weiss hesitated, but there was a steely look in Yang's eyes that told Weiss that she knew what she was doing. Without any further planning, Weiss began to scoot silently under the desk; terrified she would disturb the quiet and give her position away.

As soon as she was hidden and curled up as small as the space would allow, Yang went to work. Sitting up ever so slightly, she swept her long blonde hair out from under her body and draped it over her ice cast, concealing it from view. She then resumed her lying position, although moving her legs to slightly odd angles and closing her eyes. With her body all limp like that and her pale face from the blood loss, she looked extremely similar to someone who had bled to death. Weiss understood the plan just as Adam peered over the counter, at the exact place where Weiss had sat a few moments before.

Concealed and silent as she was, Weiss could not see what Adam was doing, the desk was blocking him from view entirely. She could hear him though, and he must have been looking at Yang because… the voice he spoke in made her shiver. If she didn't know better (and she didn't think that she did), Weiss thought she heard sexual satisfaction emanating from that monsters evidently leering face.

"Heh, dumb bitch. You actually thought you could get between me and my sweet? Filthy little whore like you deserves this."

He hissed these words like a serpent, and Weiss could see that it was taking all the mental strength in her being for Yang to lie still and not react to being insulted like this. In any other circumstance, he would be picking the shattered remains of his teeth and skull off the floor by now. But Yang was in no condition to fight, and if Adam decided to try anything…

"If you're here…than the Heiress…the Schnee must be close by..." He sniggered. "That's handy; I could use some more wrist exercise." The puns at her expense caused the tiniest quiver in Yangs brow, but Adam did not notice as the sound of fighting had broken out behind him. "and I believe that's her now."

Adam had risen from his leaning position on the wooden table and had turned around, in response to the commotion behind him. The other members seemed to be struggling with someone who was refusing to come quietly. It sounded like two people were fighting back against the two or three white fang, but were not holding their own. They both recognised the voice of the girl who was yelling and jeering at the increasingly angry assailants. It was Neon, and from what the two girls behind the desk could hear, Flynt was with her.

Whatever kind of fight they were putting up ceased immediately when Adam exited then clothing store. The sight of the leader of the white fang seemed to scare the fight out of the two. Peeking through the crack in the desk again, Weiss could see what was happening out on the street. Adam was walking casually up to the now restrained Neon and Flynt, sheathing his sword. They gazed up at him, almost dazed with fear looks across their faces. Adam smiled.

"There was no need for you to fear my friends. We just wanted to talk-"

"- GO DA HELL!" Neon screamed in his face, a red and tear stained face visage at him with unfathomable loathing. Adam did not look angry; on the contrary, he looked quite happy at her outburst.

"Spirit I would expect from one of our kind, especially- (he shot a quick look at Flynt, who was staring at the floor, paralysed with fear)-While in servitude to inferior being's such as this whelp."

Adam stooped slightly and waved his hand, signalling for her to be released. He extended a hand out to help her up. Neon stared at it, as if it were something utterly repulsive, like a slug.

"Come on, I have no quarrel with an innocent, you may keep your life and join our fight."

Neon looked compulsively in Flynt's direction. Adam sneered.

"I'm afraid we will…have no use for him once we are done. This human will die, and that is my final word."

The finality of this statement forced a dry sob out of Neon's mouth. Adam withdrew his hand and crossed over to stand before Flynt. He grabbed a tuft of hair off his head and pulled him up closer to his face. Flynt sat up slightly and looked directly into Adams mask. In his eyes lurked not fear, but determination.

"Where is the Heiress"? Adam asked very slowly and clearly, as though speaking to something that could not understand human speech very well. "Where are you hiding her"?

"Let her go."

"Shut up"! The member holding him struck Flynt roughly across the head and Adam laughed at the boy's request.

Flynt's gaze had not dropped, but a further strike to his temple caused a momentary loss of eye contact. Neon was looking imploringly at Flynt, wordlessly begging him to be quiet.

"Answer me human, the longer you talk, the longer I let you live. Where is the heiress, Weiss Schnee"?

"I dunno, who cares"? Spat Flynt, "Probably all cushy and safe somewhere in Atlas, away from all this bullshit." He turned his head to Neon yet again. "Now let her go, I'm warning you"!

Adam sneered as Flynt was struck, his lip was bleeding profusely and his right eye was purple. Adam leaned forward and grabbed Flynt's chin. He stared down at him with a mocking superior sort of leer.

"Heh-or what, big guy", Adam jeered. "You gonna kill me"?

"That's…just about…the size of it." Flynt panted. The threat; idle as it was, apparently sparked Adams interest. He drew his blade and pointed it at Flynt's throat. This seemed to shut him up. Neon voiced Weiss' thought.

"NO PLEASE DON'T, I'LL DO IT, I'LL DO WHAT EVER YOU SAY. PLEASE JUST DON'T-"

A loud bang interrupted her plea, and a large dust cloud obscured the group. Weiss thought she heard sounds of a scuffle, a whoosh, and then a second as Adam slashed through the cloud with his blade. The extraordinary force of the amplified swing cleared it away instantly. Flynt and Neon were gone, and the White fang members who had been holding them lay unconscious, their heads lolling together.

"WHAT"!?

Adam stared furiously around for the mysterious backup; the street was empty except for him and his men. He instinctively looked up and saw something that nearly made him drop his sword. A man was floating in mid-air. He was silhouetted by the sun, so Weiss couldn't make him out, but the man appeared to be holding two bodies in his arms. Adam blinked, and the flying stranger was gone, along with the two students that he had been interrogating.

Those next few minutes were quite confusing for Weiss. She did not know how to feel. She hated watching Flynt getting beaten up, she always respected those in the dust industry as she was…that and he was kind of cute. But who had been that man, and how was he flying? But Adam had taken the loss of his prisoners oddly well. To Weiss' relief, he had called his forced back to beacon academy, after they came around. But Weiss knew that Adam would not retreat, he was regrouping for a city wide search for both Blake and Ruby, for herself. He would not concern himself with such small fry anymore.

"We have to move" Whispered Yang. "They're bound to discover us sooner or later. Let's get out of the city."

"T-there was a flying man" Weiss; slightly dumb struck, muttered back, realising how absurd it sounded saying it out loud, but said it none the less.

"What"? Yang sounded concerned, entertaining the idea that Weiss may have hit her head at some point.

"I know, but I did see a flying man. He created that dust cloud and saved Flynt and Neon."

"Who"?

"Oh you know, the Black guy with a trumpet and the monkey faunus on roller-skates."

Yang's pale face turned very stony at her recollection. She remembered that fight very well.

"Oh…her. Well, at least they're safe, however they escaped. But we need to go. "

Weiss straightened up and helped Yang to her own feet. Still lacking a lot of blood, and the loss of her arm interfering with her natural equilibrium, Yang was slight wobbly and needed Weiss to support her. But her Aura was starting to regenerate, and Yang soon had the strength to stand unaided.

"You can't go walking around with that", Weiss pointed at the large ice-cube encasing her injury. "Here, I'll get rid of the obstructive thing."

Yang winced slightly as the cast was removed, but did not cry out, they did not know who was still around. Weiss threw the ice to one side and raised her sword again. A small glyph appeared upon the wound. Yang felt a strange sensation spread through what remained of her arm. It felt like it had gone to sleep.

"I used a time stopping glyph; we don't want that going septic."

"Thanks" said yang, still a bit woozy from pain and blood loss. And with her arm around Weiss' neck, the two huntresses made their way out of the clothing store and made for the city limits, encountering no opposition. It looked like the white fang had only occupied the school, at least while Weiss and Yang were attempting to escape. Weiss knew there was still a target on her own head, but Adam would not be looking for Yang anymore. He would also assume that she had been evacuated back to Atlas, so he would never search for her in the outskirts of Vale.

Yang was hoping that Blake and Ruby had fled to the country as well; she was worried about Ruby being alone with Blake right now. She could be prone to making unwise decisions now that she had caught up with her old partner. The last thing they needed right now was a white fang relapse. Ruby would keep her in check, but if anything happened to her, she would be holding Blake personally responsible…and Yang would never forgive her.

"RISE AND SHINE, WEAKLINGS"!

Blake nearly got a head rush, she sat up so fast. The voice had been so loud that she could here birds flying away in the distance, disturbed from their sleep. Ruby must have woken up too because there was a loud squeak just to the left of her. Vegeta was standing over the both of them, his arms folded, and his face plastered with a malicious smile.

"Excuse me, can I help you"? Blake snapped, outraged by this assholes attitude.

"Yes, you can" Vegeta threw back at her, and grabbing her by the bow, he pulled Blake from the room. Ruby followed looking worried.

It must have been extremely early in the morning. The sky was hot pink with fresh sunlight reigning over a silent land. There was no breeze to speak of, and the silence was concrete, at least until Blake was dragged by the ear out to the front of the paddock by Vegeta.

Blake was about to slap this guy for being so hands on, but his grip was strong, impossibly strong. This was crazy, how could an old man be so... The squeezing was starting to… Blake stopped moving, attempting to pull away from Vegeta, but he hung on.

"Let go"!

"If you listen" Vegeta looked more serious now.

"No no, seriously, let go"! Blake could feel her ear begin to bleed from the pressure on it. "I-I'm a faunus, I have cat ears, you're hurt-ing them"!

Vegeta's eyes flashed, and he let her go. Blake ripped the bow off her head and proceeded to rub her crushed cat ear. It wasn't broken, but it defiantly hurt. Blake glowered at Vegeta, who had averted his eyes, a slight pink tinge in his cheeks.

"What-the-hell is your problem"!?

"How was I supposed to know you had rodent features? I thought you were just a fashion disaster; you'd do well to tell people that more. Fool, I could have ripped it off"!

Vegeta's tone was apologetic, but his words eluded such obvious emotional expression. Blake was not ready forgive him just yet, but she did want to know what he wanted so she could go back to sleep. She stood with her own arms folded and her eyebrows rose, and Ruby joined her side.

"I didn't need to ask you anything, go talk to Kakarot, shorty." said Vegeta, in a more casual tone. He clearly regretted being so over enthusiastic with Blake a few moments prior.

"Kaka-wa"? Ruby tilted her head, a look of puzzlement on her drowse face.

"I mean-you know th-oh fine, Goku then"! Vegeta spoke exasperatedly, it seemed to be a problem that he'd dealt with for a while when talking about his roommate. Ruby looked like she understood, and made for the house. Blake watched her go and turned back to Vegeta, now slightly interested.

"I know why you're here. You're both runaways from that attack on that Beckon academy, right." The smile had returned to Vegeta's face, and Blake knew why she was being asked this, he wanted an excuse to kick her and Ruby out. The idea of lying did enter her mind, but the cat ears had given it away, it was too late. She hung her head and decided to be honest.

"It's called Beacon…and…Yes."

"And those who made a scene there, they'll be coming here looking for you"?

"Yes."

"And I doubt they're coming to catch up with you over a soda"?

"No" Blake gulped, here it comes.

Blake had expected to see apprehension in his face or even fear at the possible destruction of his home. However, a weird sort of excitement seemed to be spreading across the irritable face.

"Right"! Vegeta declared, rather louder than was necessary. "That's settled then. Well? Get going! One hundred radishes! Put them in a pile here"! Vegeta pointed at his feet, where a wheelbarrow sat. Blake gaped at him, quite unsure of what to say to such an unexpected request.

"W-what"? She spluttered. "You're not kicking us out"?

"Of course I'm kicking you out, but not yet. From the sound of things, you don't have anywhere else to go."

"And why…radishes"?

Vegeta smiled again.

"Breakfast."

"But why do I have to-"

"I'll explain when you're done." Vegeta waved his hand in the air and turned his back on Blake, thus ending the conversation. Bewildered by her strange early morning chore, Blake began to pull up radishes as fast as she could.

It was hard gruelling work. The vegetables were far bigger than any Blake had ever seen and it took all of her strength to pull even one out of the dirt covered ground. After about an hour and a quarter, the wheelbarrow was full. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, Blake called out to the house.

"I'm done"!

"Bring them to the house, cat girl"!

Her temper was already worn thin by the chore, but being called cat girl drove her over the edge. Blake gripped the handles of the wheelbarrow and drove the rusty old thing up to the house in a matter of seconds. She burst through the front door, sweating, aching, and fuming with outrage. Goku, Vegeta, and Ruby were sitting at the table waiting for her. She was about to scream herself hoarse when Goku spoke calmly.

"Sit down Blake; we have a proposition for you both."