Yang carries Richard in and takes him to the couch to set him on it. "Hang in there, bud. We will fix you up," Yang assures.

Richard laughs through the pain, wincing as he did so. "Hope your bedside manner is as good as your fighting," he laughs, already making bad jokes to get through the searing pain.

"Blake, you mind watching him. I will go get the first aid kit he has in the bathroom," Yang says.

Blake nods and smiles before Yang rushes off to grab the medical kit. Blake sits by Richard as he pants and breathes hard. "Man…so those are faunus ears…" he notes, looking up at them and smiles. "Cute…"

Blake frowns as she fought the urge to smack his hand away as he was hurt and got hurt defending her. Soon, Yang came back with the box. "Alright Blake, time to put those first aid classes from Beacon to use," Yang informs.

Richard keeps chuckling. "I think it's just a dislocated shoulder. Nothing too bad…ow…"

"Yang, why is he wearing a shirt with you on it?" Blake questions.

"Popular!" Richard laughs before groaning as Yang grabs his busted arm and holds him still.

"Bite down on this, so you don't bite your tongue," Yang instructs, holding up a piece of wood wrapped in his leather belt, forcing him to do so. What followed was a loud pained cry as she got his shoulder back into the socket.

Richard breathes deeply and stares up at the two. He then gives a pained smile through the block and chuckles.

"Blake, you good?" Yang asks, looking at her partner, and Richard starts to feel like a third wheel.

Blake nods while ignoring the cold, slimy feeling still running down her legs and covering her ass. "Yeah. Fine. Nothing but a few scratches here and there, but could use a shower," she assures, smiling.

"Alright, it's in there. Take your time. I got to check our host here for anything else," Yang says.

"Thanks. It's good to see you again," Blake sighs in relief and hugs Yang for a quick second before rushing off for the bathroom.

"Right. Come on," Yang says, helping him to a sitting position before taking off his shirt before he could stop her. Yang starts looking for cuts and spots a large bruise on his arm.

Richard looks at her and smiles. "Man…wolves hit hard," he jokes, smiling at her. 'I was as useless as I thought I would be. Who was I even kidding? I can't help them. I would just slow them down,' Richard thinks, putting up a joking front as he did so.

Yang looks sadly at his arm and feels the purple area on his shoulder. She then remembers what she did as a joke this morning and looks sadly down at him. "Richard…I did this…"

"What?" Richard asks, feigning ignorance.

Yang sighs and looks apologetic at him. "I hit your shoulder and maybe made it easier for you to be hurt."

"I don't recall this," Richard dismisses.

"Richard…"

"I am glad we found one of them," Richard says.

"Richard," Yang starts, grabbing his head and making him look at her. "I hit you in the morning. I thought it was a joke, but…but I guess even that much I am too strong."

"…you're a powerhouse is all…it's just that obvious how much of a difference your people are to mine," Richard explains. Yang, understanding he didn't want to talk about it, got back to treating him. She found a few cuts that probably came from the glass and started treating them a few times, making him wince from the ointment.

"Tough it out, you big baby," Yang teases.

"Well, I guess I am lucky. I have someone like you who knows what they are doing…still, you mind taking the explanation?" Richard asks, smiling at her.

Yang takes a deep breath before smiling and nods at him. "Sure. Rest up, okay?" she says, playfully giving a threatening point at him.

"I will be upstairs in case you need me to give some sort of evidence. I will even wear the Blake shirt," Richard assures, heading up the stairs after that. When he was upstairs and closed the door, his smile fell, and he felt he had failed one of his heroes.


"You sure it's alright that I wear this?" Blake asks now, wearing the clean clothes from the dryer.

Yang smiles as she sorts through Blake's old clothes. "Yeah. It's fine. It was given to me to wear since my old ones got ruined. You look great in it too."

"So…Richard, was it? Is he a Schnee or a distant cousin to Weiss?" Blake asks.

Yang snarks. "Nah. Just a regular guy. There are no other Schnee here, Blake. Maybe Weiss, but we haven't found her yet. You're the first person to meet up with us," she explained sadly and then felt something in Blake's old pants, but didn't say anything or move for now.

"Oh…so, what kingdom are we in?" Blake asks.

Yang got up and got a soda from a fridge before popping the top and taking a big swig. "Ok. This is going to sound crazy, but…" Yang starts off, starting to explain where they were. When she finished, Yang held up the shirt that Richard had been wearing to emphasize this.

Blake slowly falls to her ass on the couch and slowly leans back. "So…TV show…I don't know whether to be flattered or scared out of my wits."

"Want more proof?" Yang asks, wanting to show the other shirt in her hands.

Blake looks up before staring at her on a black flower on a gray shirt. "Oh my gods…" she groans while Yang cleans up what she can and looks through Blake's pants and sees what's inside before throwing it into the dirty pile. "So…is he a…fan?"

"Well, can you blame him? I mean…" Yang says, referring to herself and Blake.

Blake shakes her head before sighing. "Okay…have you heard from Ruby or Weiss?"

"No. Also, you should know. Richard, and most likely the rest of this world, are a lot, and I mean a lot, weaker than us," Yang says before telling her when she let him test his strength against her.

Blake gives a small chuckle. "Honestly, even we have a hard time beating you."

"But you can at least move my arm. He was putting his foot on this table, pulling with both hands to the point he was purple in the face and still not budged. Look, just watch your strength on him. He is giving us a place to stay, food, drink, and trying to not be creepy, given the circumstances," Yang informs.

Blake nods her head before standing and stretching. "So…how have you been? And what was this about a small and green monster?"

"Let's just say I might have gone through something similar to what you did," Yang says, looking away.

"What I went through?" Blake questions. "The heck are you…?"

"I saw inside your shorts and underwear, Blake. Let's leave it there," Yang informs.

Blake remains silent before looking off to the side and out the window.

"I think what he did was very brave. Considering how outmatched he was, don't you?" Yang asks.

Blake slowly smiles. "Yeah. For a regular guy, it was pretty cool."

"Blake…the show has passed the train we boarded as well," Yang says.

"And?" Blake asks, not liking the foreboding feeling Yang was giving off.

"Adam…he forces our hand and we…both of us killed him," Yang informs.

Blake shakily shivers in place. "I…I didn't want it to end that way…I guess…I still want to save him from himself," Blake says, looking out to the moon now.

"I know. He was your partner once after all," Yang reassures, putting her right hand on hers.

Blake slowly looks over before grabbing Yang's arm. "Yang…what…?"

"From what I can tell, physically, we are back to when we were in Beacon. Before the fall," Yang says, and Blake gets up and checks herself for the scar where Adam stabbed her. The injury was not there nor any sign of there ever being one.

Blake gets a surprised look on her face before looking sharply at Yang. "Yang, the others. They…"

"We will find them. Richard says he will even help. If they are here, then we will find them," Yang assures.


That night, Richard descended the stairs to get something to drink. As he turns around after closing the fridge, he sees something in the dark that nearly gives him a heart attack. He starts to pant heavily and reach for the kitchen knife only for the shadowy figure, with glowing yellow eyes, grabs both his wrists to stop him. "It's me," Blake assures, and Richard breathes easier when the clouds move out of the way of the moon.

"Did you know your eyes glow a bit in the dark?" Richard asks as he feels his heart calms down.

Blake gives a small smile before closing one eye. "Better?" she asks, and he spots she is wearing the clothes Yang was wearing the first time.

"No, now that I know it is you. I am good. It's just I am very jumpy, I guess," he says while blushing a bit, feeling her still holding his wrists. "So, can't sleep?" Richard asks, wondering if she will realize she is still holding him.

Blake sighs and hangs her head. "Not really. First real night here, and I am not sleeping right."

"Yang told you, right?" Richard asks.

"Multiverse theory is your best guess?" Blake asks, smiling.

Richard shrugs his shoulders and looks to the side. "It makes the most sense."

"Yet, most would consider it ludicrous?" Blake queries, letting go of his wrists to take a seat.

"Like Ninjas of Love?" Richard asks.

Blake winces, and her ears flatten against her head. "I wish you hadn't said that. That is so embarrassing."

"You want embarrassing? Talk to me when two of your heroes from a show come to life, and you are putting them up in your house," Richard says, getting some milk out of the fridge and bringing it over to Blake, so they both had a drink.

Blake smiles and takes a cup as he pours himself a glass. "You lived here for a long time now, huh?"

"No," Richard says before recounting what happened before he came back here and met Yang. "So yeah, I was panicking back when that was happening. Probably why I am so jumpy," Richard says.

Blake hums. "Think it will be over one day?"

"…you aren't a coward," Richard says after a long pause.

Blake blinks and looks up to him. "Sorry?"

"I wanted to say that to you for so long. You are no coward. You worried about your friends when you ran from Beacon, thinking Adam would come for you. You may have been immature when you ran away from Adam on that train, but you saved all of those people Adam would have happily killed. You united Menagerie and brought them to stop Adam's white fang. And when you learned about Salem, you didn't run. You stayed and left with the rest to take the lamp to Atlas when a weaker or less courageous person would have stayed with the newly White Fang, but you took the most dangerous option to safeguard your friends and the world," Richard says looking down.

Blake remains silent for the longest time as they both don't notice Yang at the top of the stairs and listening in.

"But you were afraid. You were scared of Adam, of Cinder, and Salem, but instead of running, you made your stand. That is why you are one of my heroes. Not because of your powers, but your courage is inspirational," Richard says and goes silent for a bit. "Sorry about that. I just had to say that," Richard says.

Blake didn't move one bit as she stared at her cup and tried not to say or do anything at all. Trails of tears run down her face as she doesn't sob even. It was too shocking for her as her body locked up.

"Sorry, I spoiled the mood. I also embarrassed myself again. Just…I think the true meaning of courage is to act even though you are so afraid. I am also sorry. I would like to think you wanted to save Adam. Even when he descended into madness, you still wanted to save his soul. I am sorry for what you had…or will have to do to him to save people once more," Richard says soberly. "Man…all I came down here is for a drink and wound up spilling my guts out to you. You are so easy to talk to," Richard compliments, smiling at her.

Blake saw through this. She could tell from past experience. He felt so inadequate. He was not as strong as Yang or herself. He wanted to help but felt so powerless, and this is all he could do.

Richard sighs and starts to get up. "I need to get some sleep now. I'll let you have the rest of the milk," he says before getting up.

Blake watches him leave before turning back to the milk and starts lapping it up like a real cat.

Richard yawns as he goes up the stairs and then stops. He then turns to the side and sees Yang standing right by the stairs and smiling at him. "Thanks. She needed that."

"All I said was the truth," Richard says, waving her off.


"Is he still asleep?" Blake asks.

Yang nods, sitting down in the chair. "Yeah. Yesterday was a tough day anyway."

"Yang, he feels inadequate," Blake informs.

Yang slowly opens her eyes and turns her gaze to Blake. "You too, huh?"

"It was clear to me after last night. He tried to hide it, but I know what to look for," Blake assures. "What tipped you off?" Blake asks.

Yang sighs. "Him beating himself up. A lot. And then when he tested his strength. And what happened to this town. Each time something happened, he measured himself up to everyone else…also, he asked me something very interesting," Yang says, a smile forming on her face.

Blake leans on her chair. "What is it?"

"From your books, you know what pairings are, right?" Yang asks.

"…I am not sure I like where this is going," Blake says.

"Well, I have researched it, and we are a trendy pairing in the fan community," Yang informs, smirking.

Blake sweat drops. "We have that many fans…?"

"Millions are fans of our show," Yang says.

Blake blinks, and her ears twitch before she leans closer to her and stammers. "Million…so…is there…?" she stammers and wonders what these people like if they want her and Yang to be together.

"According to their web, there is around an estimated seven point eight billion," Yang informs, making Blake drop out of her chair. "Before you ask, no grimm or monsters as we saw before now. Also, Richards started to ask if we were in that kind of relationship before stopping himself. Only when I pressured him, did he ask. So should we clear that up?" Yang asks.

Blake shakily stands back up again. "First…if our world is kinda similar…" she starts and thinks of how her books were and its fanbase. "Do they…make stuff about us…besides the shirts?"

"Rule 34," Yang says simply.

Blake groans and hangs her head. "Let me guess, anything and everything can be made into porn?"

"See? Your books have taught you well. Now, shall we clear this up for him?" Yang teases.

Blake blushes and frowns. "…yeah."

"Great. After that, let's see what we can do for him…like," Yang says, looking at the rifle that she was unsure would still work after the hit it took.

Blake frowns as she looks at the rifle. "Is that a good gun?"

"Was decent, I think, before the werewolf attack," Yang says.

Blake walks over before picking up the rifle and looks it over. "Average, but doesn't seem that much stopping power to it," she guesses, looking at the ammo.

"Well, compared to our weapons. Speaking of them, no dust in this world so conserve ammo as much as you can," Yang informs.

"What?" Blake complains and looks to her blade and gun left on the table. "I think I even lost some magazines in the forest."

"Can you track them down, or we leave them in case of more monsters like the werewolf?" Yang asks.

Blake frowns. "Let's leave it. I don't want to risk your life or Richard's, for that matter, just looking for a few little things. Besides…with a few changes, we could make this rifle better," Blake points out before trying to figure out how to do so.

"So after one night, kitty warmed up to our host, I see," Yang says, smirking.

Blake sputters and blushes heavily. "Shut up," she counters, annoyed as her cat ears lay flat against her head.

"Embarrassed, you are a hero to him?" Yang teases.

Blake growls, annoyed, and huffs before looking away from Yang. "None of your business now."

"Oh…should I give you two some privacy?" Richard asks, having only heard the last part coming down the stairs.

"No. We are fine," Blake says quickly.

"Come sit before you start making breakfast," Yang says.

Richard leans back over to them past the kitchen wall. "Why…?"

"We are going to answer a question you asked me a while ago," Yang informs.

Richard starts to sweat and blush. His eyes then dart to the kitchen as he starts to stammer. "Um…I can make something and…"

"Sit first," Yang insists.

Richard groans while his blush grows. "Right…" he says before walking over to them.

"Alright, the answer to that question is…" Yang pauses for dramatic effect before answering, "We are close partners, but there might be romance developing. Also, I like both sides."

Richard's blush grows even bigger. "Um…"

"Oh gods Yang," Blake says, facepalming at the smirking blond.

Yang snickers as Richard is dying of embarrassment, and he walks away to hide it all. "Why not? That part was extra funny and true."

"Must you, though?" Blake asks.

"So which of us should try and unlock his aura?" Yang asks Blake, making sure Richard was not currently listening.

Blake frowns before sighing. "You can handle it better. I think most power semblances like yours have an easier time and aren't most semblance like that? Maybe he might have something similar, or at least we can give him a shield to protect him," she mutters at the end, remembering how he protected her back when the werewolf attacked.

"Gotcha. Too embarrassed to do it to someone who sees you as his hero," Yang teases.

Blake growls at her, and her cat ears sprayed back straight behind her head at the same time. "Yang…" she says warningly.

"Hey Richard, do you have any fish?" Yang calls.

"Yes…you want me to cook that for breakfast?" Richard asks.

"Why not?" Yang asks and looks to Blake as she still looks angry, but has a line of drool running down her chin.

"You're pushing too much, Yang," Blake warns.

Yang sticks her tongue out at her. "All's fair in love and war. Especially in love."

Blake just gives her an unamused look.

Yang snickers before Blake starts drooling again as they both smelled something cooking. "Soup's on!" Richard calls, and Blake immediately rushes to the kitchen for first helpings while Yang laughs at the immediate reaction.


"So Blake…I hate to say this, but you may want to hide your ears," Richard says uncomfortably at the table.

Blake freezes mid-bite and raises an eyebrow at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asks with her mouth full before swallowing her meal.

"There are no faunuses in my world. So them seeing someone with cute cat ears will draw their attention," Richard informs.

Blake taps her spoon to her cheek before Yang snickers. "He called your ears cute," Yang says, grinning and making the faunus blush at the sound of that.

"So, there are no faunus at all here?" Blake asks, surprised.

"Only humans. Trust me, as my world needs less of a reason than different species to do far worse than what the faunus of yours has been through," Richard says a bit somberly, not wanting to think what some people from history would do to another intelligent species.

Blake frowns and looks downward, poking at her meal to think about it. "Sure…I have my bow anyway."

"I am sorry you have to do this," Richard apologizes.

"He cares for you, little kitty," Yang teases.

"Oh, would you shut up already!" Blake complains, repeatedly hitting Yang with her arms in an anime style blur, and Richard could swear they became chibis for a quick moment.

"So…do you want to do anything?" Richard asks, trying not to make it sound awkward.

The two stop fighting, and Yang then smirks at him. "Yep. We got something planned, and it's all for you."

"Should I be afraid?" Richard asks, looking at Blake.

Blake huffs and puffs out some air. "Very."

"You know, I should check my car to see how it is holding up," Richard says, getting up.

"Oh no, you don't," Yang calls, quickly grabbing his arm and sitting him back down. "You are training with us to get that aura unlocked for you."

"…I don't have an aura," Richard informs.

"You didn't have us as being real till now," Yang counters, smirking.

"I want to argue, but I would be arguing with the two living breathing proofs," Richard says conceding.

"Good. We can get started here," Yang says, pointing down to the floor. "We have to unlock that aura and get it up and running. Plus, if we fight, immediate KO incoming," Yang points out, grinning.

"Fight you…there are easier methods of suicide," Richard comments.

Blake slams her head into the table at this point. "Please, hurry up."

'No, do not do that. Petting her ears is probably very personal. Maybe even romantic relationship levels,' Richard thinks, turning back to Yang, who stood up. "So, you just put your hand on me and try and jumpstart my supposed aura?" Richard asks.

Yang shrugs. "Pretty much. For you, though, I may need to give you almost all of mine. Luckily, I haven't used any of mine since this morning, so you should be lucky," she explains and grabs his shoulder with a firm grip.

"I'm a bit scared. I am not going to lie," Richard says nervously, getting up once more.

"Be gentle with him, Yang. It's his first time," Blake teases, getting Yang with that kind of joke before Yang could make it.

Yang frowns at her. "Hey, I make the jokes around here."

"Fewer innuendos, please," Richard requests sweating.

Blake grins. "Yes, Yang. He doesn't want to hear how you helped finally got his 'Aura' to come out," she teases, and this time, both Yang and Richard blush at how she worded that.

Richard then snickers a bit. "Goddammit. Why is that so funny to me?"

Yang frowns at Blake. "Let's get his aura unlocked already," she says before turning her attention back to Richard.

"Just take responsibility for it later," Blake says suggestively, happy to have turned this on Yang for once.

"Starting now! Ok, close your eyes and concentrate," Yang instructs.

Richard shuts his eyes, following her instructions to hurry this along and shut Blake's teasing already.

"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all, infinite in the distance, and unbound by death. I release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee," Yang recites as her aura starts flaring when she does it as it seems more like a ritual to Richard as he listens.

Richard keeps concentrating and, for a moment, swears he sees something looking like a few vines or tentacles waving around with an eclipsed sun behind it to show the shadowy figure. Richard's eyes shot open at that point. "W…What was that?" Richard asks as he sees Yang's eyes full as well.

"I…don't know. We should just see how much aura you have. Not…that," Yang tries to word out as she wonders what the heck was that thing inside him.

"…is it normal to have new things popping into your head?" Richard asks.

"You are so far from the truth…wait, what?" Yang asks as she thought he asked about the thing they saw.

Richard reaches down to the damaged rifle, and a copper-colored aura comes off his hand and starts enveloping the gun, seemingly twisting and reshaping it. It slowly morphs into another shape around the base of it went from a solid piece of wood to one with a hole in the middle of the stock, padded, and a slitted area along half of the stock. The chamber expands and covers the entire part of the trigger and grips. It reshapes, and a circular piece stays in front of the trigger while the chamber for the bullets turns into a revolver trigger on a large cylinder that extends out into a barrel. While the rest of it seems to be built like usual with the barrel strapped and tied by metal to the stock.

"So yeah…that was straight-up magic. I'm just saying that now. That was not aura at all," Richard says while taking the rifle in his hands and aiming down to the floor with it. "Seems even better built for my size and weight handling."

"Blake, that was not a semblance at all," Yang whispers to the faunus as they watch from the sidelines.

"And I am sure that wasn't aura. Could this be his world's version of it?" Blake whispers back.

"Yang," Richard says.

"Yeah?" Yang spoke up, moving away from Blake to make things less suspicious and ease him.

The next thing Yang knew, Richard was hugging her. "Thanks."

Yang blinks before sighing and hugging him back. "Yeah. Sure, dork."

"So when is the first kid?" Blake teases.

"Blake!"