A/N: RWBY belongs to Monty Oum. I only take credit for my own added character's and storylines.

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Chapter 4 ~ A small Beacon IV


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Yang's first thought is along the lines of Dad's so dead.

She'd always assumed that Raven and her father had become antagonistic with each other. Or at least had some form of falling out. It'd been a surprise when Raven had mentioned her father in an absentminded manner. Affectionate, even.

At the start, obviously. Now there was a slight frown on Raven's expression as she stared intently at her father's window. It was as if she could see the man taunting her instead of what Yang knew was her father's, blissful, ignorant sleeping form.

Yang blinks, hastily chasing after Raven as her second thought materialises. "You still haven't told me what your organization does." Yang hisses as she suppresses the urge to groan. "What's a little bit of everything?"

"I would have thought It's obvious?"

"Right now I'm thinking you're obviously part of the mafia!" Yang hisses, now also suppressing the urge to pull her hair.

Raven lets out a soft hum. "No... well, yes." She frowns, stopping as she seemingly contemplates. "We work as a single organization, so it's not too far off from saying it's a dictatorship… if somewhat less ruthless… probably."

"You could just actually tell me what the offer is!" Yang rubs her templates, eye twitching as she tries to quintal her frustration.

"I… don't know?" Yang stare must be telling, as Raven shifts her weight from one leg to the other, hand going through her hair as she looks away. "I didn't actually have anything in mind… just... stuff?"

"...Stuff."

"Yes," She nods in a prim manner, "the good stuff."

"Are… are you bribing me with alcohol."

She opens her mouth, counter ready before she blinks, closing it with an audible click as she seemingly begins to contemplate. "Depends." She finally states. "Would that increase the likelihood of accepting my offer? ...I'd rather you didn't drink at all until twenty-five, but It's acceptable for me to offer as long as you don't yet drink it, right?"

"..." Yang stares, this feels like talking to Ruby. Her adorable little sister, who should have nothing to do with her mother. The thought is horrifying.

"Maybe." Raven nods at her own logic, opening the house's front door as she walks towards her father's room. "Just… make a list of stuff you want to learn. I'll see if it's doable."

She should probably stop this, the back of Yang's brain screams, because she likes this house and doesn't want it torn down. Or if only because she doubts he'd appreciate being woken at three in the morning.

Unfortunately for her father -and perhaps the house-, she's a little bit occupied trying to erase the realisation that Raven gave birth to Ruby. It's-, the worst part is that Yang can see the similarities now that she's actively trying to find them. Which is ridiculous, Ruby's always been compared to Summer, but...

Ruby has black hair. She dyes the tips, but it's a Raven black. Summers shade had been of a dark auburn, tips also dyed, but not black.

Her cheekbones were also softer than those of Summer. Nose slightly narrower as well.

And then there was the personality. The most glaring obviousness made them seem complete opposites. Ruby was hyperactive who instantly turned into a nervous wreck when meeting strangers. Raven had a complete calmness, barely offering as much as a blink of an eye for anyone.

But they were both scatterbrained -anyone that could her sister's airhead died. Painfully-, they both had clear difficulties at staying in a conversation and tended to swap the subject for no apparent reason.

And the Raven knocks on the door, lazily leaning on the opposite wall as she crosses her arms patiently.

And then the door opens.

Her father stares at Raven. Raven stares at her father.

"No." He mutters, staring for a moment longer before closing the door. Between them.

Yang sputters incredulously. "He just-?" She starts, feeling a growing offence for the woman next to her.

Raven blinks, staring at the door bewilderedly. "...Okay then." A red portal appears at the door, not quite replacing it, but almost touching it a side glance at Yang and tilts her head in invitation.

"No. Nope. It's too early for this, Eva." Her father groans, burying himself under his pillow in a childish manner.

To be fair, at this time, she'd do the exact same.

"I only came to talk."

"It's barely three-thirty. If you want a productive, philosophical talk then come back later."

Her mother actually seems to ponder at the statement, eyes darting out of the window before she shifts somewhat guiltily.

Did she… did she not realise what time it was?

"...Ah." Raven finally states, nodding once before she opens a portal. "Eleven?" She asks, waiting patiently before something aching to a confirming grunt leaves her father's body. "Eleven." She nods.

And then she turns towards her, opening her mouth for a moment before slowly closing it. For a moment, she seems to hesitate before closing to extend her left hand.

Does… is she offering me a handshake? For a long moment, Yang stares.

And slowly, she extends her own arm, awkwardly receiving a handshake.

An instant later the portal disappears, Raven nowhere in sight as her father lets out a snort. "That's Eva for you." He sighs, burying his head in a pillow as he closes his eyes. "G'night."

Yang stares. And then she scowls. Oh, hell no, mister. She's having answers. Now.


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Tai used Uno reverse! Raven is no longer capable of battle!

Anyway, with the 'into' done, now I can actually start jumping into the actual story!

None the less, if you felt I should have written something differently, be it personality and/or displays of different states of mentality, please leave a comment! Any advice is welcome and appreciated!

Anyways, Ill See you next time! Ciao!

~ Sapphire and Emeralds