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YBWR

Chapter 15- The White and Ginger

"Combat ready, eh?" Yang laughed internally. "Well, I guess it is good to meet you?"

"Indeed it is!" Sun pointed to the sky. "And it is good to meet you as well! That is what I meant, of course. I knew you were all good people to be around the nanosecond I laid eyes on you!"

"How long have you been following us?" Weiss asked.

"Don't worry, I've been following you well under the regulatory stalk rates normally calculated from Mantle," Sun explained.

"Uh… lame man's terms, please?" Yang requested.

"Exactly three minutes," Sun answered happily.

"Oh, well that's good to know," Yang said, sighing out of relief. "Don't worry guys, not a stalker. We're good."

"How could you possibly be okay with this!?" Blake exclaimed. "Three minutes or three hours, there should be no difference?"

"Ugh, fine. Just to satisfy your need for confirmation. Sun, right?"

"Sun Wukong," Sun nodded his head.

"Alright, Wukong Sun, Sun Wukong, what were your intentions following us four beautiful and adorable huntresses in training?"

"I found myself consumed by your argument, so I wanted to listen to it." Sun answered. "That led to me to keep an optimal pace and to only reveal my presence at the most opportune moment. Which was when I spoke up, of course."

"See?" Yang nudged Blake with her elbow. "He's an eavesdropper, not a stalker."

"What- How do you function?" Blake inquired. "That you can come to that kind of conclusion is… concerning."

"She is technically correct," Sun said sadly. "I must apologize for my intrusion. I simply have no friends. Or well, I did. But I seem to have lost them…"

"And your shirt, it seems," Ruby pointed out, gesturing to his defined slab of meat that was his abs. "I am willing to forgive you purely because your abs are shiny and I like looking at them."

"Ah, I see." Sun bowed regally. "It seems you are what is widely considered as a "Woman of culture." I happen to be quite grateful for that."

Ruby giggled. "Oh, I like this one. He is totally forgiven."

"Ruby stop being gross," Yang gagged. "Anyway, Sun, it seems that you are forgiven. You can hang with us today."

"I never said I forgave him," Blake and Weiss pointed out.

Yang did what Yang did best, and that was to ignore the complaints of her white and black-haired teammates. "Welcome to the friend group, Sun!" Yang exclaimed, patting the faunus on the back.

"I am very pleased to be here," Sun said, winking back at her as Yang did the same. "This winking procedure is also really cool. I like it, will you be my friend, blonde girl?"

"Only if you'll be my friend, abs dude," Yang fired back.

"Ayyy,"

"Ayyy!"

"Oh my god I hate this," Blake said with a barely concealed chuckle disguised as a scoff as she turned around and stormed off. "Let's go see those blasted ships already. We've spent enough time allowing strangers to consume one of our few free days of the week."

"It's not like we have anything else to do right now," Yang shrugged. "Let's go then, Sun, you ready to go see the ships bring in loads of more students from around the world and every other Huntsman Academy?"

"I was on one of those ships!" Sun happily exclaimed.

"Bingo!" Yang broke through the group to its front, bringing Sun with her as her fellow blonde leader of the team. "Let's go check out the competition, right Blake!?"

"Sure, whatever." Blake realized her mistake. "I-I mean, we are merely welcoming them to this-"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Yang pushed a finger into her lips. "I got you, that means you get quiet time for the next five minutes.

"Urgh…" Blake relented, which was nice. It meant that there would be less arguing for the rest of the day, not that it wasn't funny to listen to most of the time anyway. At least when it was directed at her. But today was supposed to be a chill day, not a Weiss and Blake arguing day, not a Yang and Blake arguing day, but a day spent with her sister and teammates that would slowly turn out to become a memory that they could all hold dear to their hearts. That was the most ideal outcome she hoped for, anyway. That was what she wanted. Hopefully, when they got to the port they could be awed at the ships from all over the world bringing in students from the other academies. She said that she was scoping out the competition, but that was just half the reason. She has never been able to leave Vale save for a single trip in Mistral that she could barely remember back when her father was still alive. When she becomes a huntress, however, then she'd have a pretty damn good reason to explore the rest of the world, defending humanity from the Grimm as she did so. What could be better than that? Her mom may argue that there were a few… not entirely legal activities that may have felt better doing rather than protecting the weak. But that was Raven Branwen, she grew up in a bandit camp in the most ignored part of Mistral, she hardly had good role models growing up.

The ocean was still as massive and blue as the last time she saw it, Yang noted. It wasn't empty, however. It was packed full of docks and ships coming in to drop off their load. Some were made of wood - sorta like the pirate ships that she'd seen in movies when she was younger. But they were more modernized. They had engines and rotors and only a few of them had traditional sails that used to dominate the mainstream navy of the world centuries ago. Those that did not, and were also not made most of the wood, were the metal ships from Mistral, Vale, and Mantle respectively. Vacuo was still lagging behind in the technology department, but only aesthetically in her opinion. There was only so much you could do when the only ore veins in the deserts of Vacuo were in buried caves our hundreds of feet underground. Yang felt at awe at the clash of cultures before her eyes, as was her sister Ruby. Blake and Weiss didn't look too impressed, but that was because Blake was rich and probably had already been to every kingdom, and Weiss probably just didn't care much about the looks. As for herself, she admired every bit of tech that she witnessed being put into action. It made her want to give Ember Celica a few upgrades. Gauntlets that doubled as stylish wristbands and a shotgun whenever she punched something was cool, but what if it could triple and also become a fully automatic machine gun? Mecha-shift was the name of the game, and perhaps it was time to embrace it as her sister had with her sniper shotgun mecha-shift scythe which could also transform into a spear or rotate its blade on special occasions.

"Look, there they are!" Yang pointed as she saw a steady flow of foreign students make their way off of the ships and onto the docks leading up to the city. There was an even mix of faunus and humans alike, and there were so many Yang couldn't even begin to count. It was almost like the Vytal festival was starting in a week rather than a few months. She was able to pick out the Mistralian students easily enough, as they had their trademarked green uniforms which almost mirrored the Beacon ones perfectly. Haven was notorious for being a faunus dominated Huntsman Academy in both terms of students and staff. Funnily enough, however, the headmaster was human. The name of said headmaster slipped her mind, but lately, their numbers had increased dramatically over the years. It was said that he was the best headmaster of Haven as of yet, rivaling even Beacon in the number of huntsmen and huntresses produced per year. He was also the youngest, that much she knew.

"Wow, so many people!" She commented loudly. "Look, there's the Mantilian's as well! Wow, their uniforms are boring, now we know where Blake got it from."

"Please, black and white is a great combination," Blake said with a huff. "Not every Academy needs to be colorful as everything else."

"The Vacuon students from Shade don't even have uniforms," Ruby pointed out. "They are just wearing their normal outfits. Is there a reason for that or does the headmaster of that academy just not care?"

"... a mixture of both," Blake admitted. "Headmaster Lionheart is known for being more laid back, focusing more on the teaching of his students and finding a dress code to be useless if all it does is make everyone look the same." she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know the proper reasoning, that's just the rumor I heard when I visited Vacuo with my mother and father some years ago."

"Hey… one of those ships was a cargo one." Weiss suddenly pointed out.

"Yeah," Ruby agreed, patting her shoulder. "You're right, Weiss. I saw that as well."

"No you idiot, I mean that there's a cargo ship, and there is someone running away from security."

"Wait, what?"

"That turns out to be a fact," Sun said, nodding his head in agreement as he pointed to a ginger girl who was laughing and parkouring her way through a crowd of people as security guards tried and failed to stop her. "Ginger girl in our twelve o-clock at an approximate sixty degree negative angle. Should I pursue her?"

"No, no, no," Yang stopped him before he could leap off the ledge they were standing on. "Let the guards handle it, there is an army and a half of other students down there, that doesn't mean we have to get involved."

"Hey, stop that girl!" One of the overweight guards cried out. "She's a stowaway!"

"You can't catch me!" The girl teased, throwing a line of nearly invisible string to a light pole right beside Weiss. "We're already all the way in Vale! Too late to do anything now!"

"We should stop that human!" Blake shouted. "She's a criminal- Woah!" Blake ducked as the ginger pulled on the string, yanking herself from below them on the ground all the way onto the railing right in front of them. The girl flipped through the air and landed directly in front of them. When her head raised, her frizzled afro of red hair paired with a set of green eyes similar in color to Nora made for a good match of simple sandals, a sports bra, and a pair of rugged clothy pants with a jacket wrapped around her waist. She looked at each of them and smiled brightly, standing up and bowing toward them.

"Hello there, fellow students." She said, looking at Weiss specifically. "And to you as well, Miss Schnee. I'd love to stay and chat and make friends, but I'm sorta running away from the law at the moment." Winking at Weiss, the ginger turned and threw a line of string to the corner of a nearby building. A flash of green shined, and she yanked herself to the roof of a building within seconds. "See ya!"

"Wha…" Weiss' eyes were as wide as her head was tilted to the side. "What just happened?"

"Friend of yours?" Ruby asked, elbowing her in the side. "And don't lie, we all saw her wink at you just now."

"No, I never met that girl in my life," Weiss answered truthfully. "This was the first time I've ever seen her before."

"Well, it seemed that the criminal seemed to have recognized you," Blake commented. "Is that merely a coincidence?"

"Please, as if you don't get recognized on a daily basis purely because of your appearance." Weiss snapped back. "You are Belladonna as I am Schnee. You have black hair and I white, is it entirely implausible for someone to have met me in the past and I just forgot?"

"No, you are right." Blake allowed. "But that human is still a criminal."

"Of course you'd see her that way." Weiss scoffed, turning to scowl at the faunus. "Such a narrow-minded way of thought for such an esteemed race known for their intelligence and cunning."

"If it helps," Sun piped up without a care in the world. "I happen to have met that girl before. She was quite funny. But I never managed to get her name."

"You did?" Blake walked over to her fellow faunus and regarded him like she had never regarded him before. "Does that mean you have an idea where we can get our hands on that outcast?"

"Outcast!?" Weiss snarled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Agh!" Blake hissed back at her. "Weiss! Not everything I say is meant to be taken as an insult to you! Stop taking everything so seriously! I am getting sick and tired of arguing with you over every little thing that may sound vaguely offensive."

"No, because if I don't speak up, then nobody will," Weiss stood her ground.

"Hehe… guys?" Yang tried to get in between the two of them, and with the help of her sister, she managed to do so, pushing the two girls away from each other before they could start clawing and pulling at each other's hair. "Can we like… not right now? How about we just head back to Beacon." She suggested. "We came here to see the ships bring in the other students and we did just that. There's no reason for us to remain here now, right guys? C'mon, let's head on outta here."

"Hmph," Blake and Weiss stepped away from each other. Silently agreeing to follow her lead for now."

"Heh, great!" Yang took Blake by the forearm and pulled her along with her. "Let's get back to Beacon friends. We can have dinner and hang out in our dorm for now. Sun, do you have anywhere to go?"

"I have somewhere to report to in about twenty-five minutes," Sun said, nodding his head. "No need to worry about me, friend Yang! I shall be able to protect myself quite exceptionally, that much I can promise."

"Awesome, see you again sometime Sun! Sorry about not being able to hang out anymore today."

"Don't worry!" Sun waved at them as they started walking away. "You are the only ones who have talked to me for the past three days! Now, I should probably get in touch with Neptune with that in mind… he must be worried sick ever since I let someone take my shirt."

Yang wanted to believe that once they got to Beacon, everything would finally start to settle down between Blake and Weiss. But their animosity toward each other only grew in intensity with every step and second, they took and waited until they were back behind the locked door of Team YBWR's dorm room. Yang sat on her bed holding her head in shame while Ruby held two pillows on either side of her head while Blake and Weiss went at it.

"I just don't understand why you have to be so hostile to me all the time!" Blake exclaimed, stomping her foot." What have I ever done to you!?"

"You are condescending, insulting, offensive, have excessive pride and ego. The list goes on and on, shall I go on?" Weiss said. Yang hid deeper in the sheets of her bed, using the blanket and pillow to block out any sense of hearing that she had left. The day was so ruined, she just wanted to go to sleep now. But it just kept getting worse and worse and she found herself wanting to cry instead. She just wanted her teammates, namely Weiss and Blake, to get along better with each other. That must have been too ambitious of a goal if they just seemed to hate each other more than they thought it was a good idea to make amends and just be teammates for once...

"I have been trying to get better!" Blake screamed. "I accepted Yang as my leader and friend, I have been kind whenever the opportunity reveals itself, I am trying to not be difficult! But you are standing in the way of that!" She shoved her finger into Weiss's chest. "I never met you before in my life until that day before initiation in the ballroom when we were going to sleep! We've fought together, studied together, ate together, and are on a team together. And all for more than a month! How has that not dulled your hatred for me in the slightest!?"

"Because you are putting on an act!" Weiss exclaimed. "You are so incredibly fake it makes me want to puke every time I see you put on that false polite expression! Don't pretend like I haven't been trying either. I have been trying to accept you, and every time I truly think that perhaps I was wrong in judging you so quickly because of your name and heritage, you just prove me wrong again and again?"

"HOW!?"

"Just think back on it yourself!" Weiss said. "You think you're better than everyone else, right? Because you're the descendent of a man who lost a war to bring peace to the world, and I am the descendent of the man who has become forgotten to time!"

"Is that what this is?" Blake asked. "Because of what two men did almost a hundred years ago when neither of us even existed at the time? That is petty and pathetic, even for you, Weiss Schnee."

"It is so much more than that," Weiss corrected. "You have such a blatant uncare for those who are in constant need of support outside of the walls of the kingdoms! Especially in Mantle. Your people even bomb villages being attacked by Grimm while people are still in it!"

"That can't be any further from the truth!" Blake fired back. "This is how the Blue Revolt was conceived by James Ironwood! Off of fabricated evidence and falsehoods! Mantle has tried to help, the walls are always open for those who want to pursue a better life in the city! They made their choice to live outside in the wilderness where the Grimm could attack them at any given moment. Nobody made them choose that way of life!"

"The Blue Revolt began to help those people!" Weiss remarked. "They were called the Blue Restorationists before, or has the Mantle propaganda against them blinded you to that truth as well!?"

"Oh yes, as if I can believe otherwise when the Blue Revolt constantly raids and steal from Mantle to give their plunder to those villages that are oh so in need of support." Blake scoffed. "You are living in a fairytale, Weiss. The Blue Revolt is full of jealous and insecure men and women who seek nothing but to make lives for others under the pretense that it is their fault their lives are so ruthless and difficult. If they really wanted to make a change, they should have appealed to the councils of the Kingdoms, not start a war over it."

"We were given no choice!" Weiss snapped suddenly, shoving Blake so hard when she didn't expect it and causing her to fall back on her butt. Weiss stood over her with fists clenched, and teeth bared. Her eyes glared at her full of anger.

Blake didn't ask why she was pushed and knocked down. No, she was too shocked and surprised at what she said to think of being angry. Her yellow eyes were wide, and as she pushed herself up on her elbows, she asked "What did you just say?"

Weiss seemed to realize what it was she said, for her own eyes went wide with shock as her body began to shake. She looked at Ruby and Yang, who had stood up to stop a physical fight from the beginning, but instead, they were now looking at her with the same shock that Blake had on her face. Weiss bristled, holding her hands together and shutting her eyes.

"We were given no choice…" she said, inching her way to the door. "Mantle didn't give us a choice… they said to give back their precious supplies and technology, or be wiped out for it. That's how I lost my little brother Whitley when he was just a small child, and nearly my parents as well when they tried to save him from the fire of the bombs that razed our town. That's why I hate Mantle and everyone from there. Especially you, since you choose to ignore the heinous crimes Mantle commits every day. They don't just ignore the outlandish villages, Blake. They are the reason a lot of them have been destroyed."

"I…" Blake didn't know what to say. For the first time, tears were streaming down Weiss' face. The white-haired girl sniffled and turned, slamming her shoulder through the door and nearly knocking it off its hinges. Yang and Ruby came to their senses and tried to go after her, but a wall of ice shot out of the ground, blocking the door before they could escape. Even in the emotional state, she was in now, Weiss was smart enough to know that Ruby was more than fast enough to catch up to her.

"Well…" Yang laughed sadly as she hugged herself, feeling second-hand sorrow barreling down on her as well. "That's a bombshell and a half…"

Transition

Weiss ran. She ran faster than she thought she ever could. Even faster than when she was on top of that train in the Forest of Forever Fall months ago. She still remembered it clearly, as if it was just yesterday. She remembered the shocked look of her comrade and sister. She just… remembered who she really was.

"Weiss… what are you doing?" Winter Schnee, one of the few huntress trained soldiers of the Blue Revolt asked her.

"I can't do this anymore, sister." Weiss said, standing on the other train car ahead of her sister. A summoned Beowolf had already cleaved through the shackle that kept the train cars linked to each other. They were only able to still talk to each other purely because the train car her sister was still standing on was still keeping up with the train car full of innocent faunus passengers that her older sister had just tried to bomb minutes earlier before they were sacked upon by the robotic soldiers of Mantle and a spider tank. She and her managed to take them all down swiftly, the final enemy being the spider tank only getting one shot off before her sister used her semblance to destroy it quickly with a large summoned fully grown Nevermore. "You're going too far… this isn't what I agreed to do when I joined the Blue Revolt."

"This is the wrong path for you to take, Weiss." Winter Schnee said, reaching up and keeping her blue half-mask in place to prevent it from flying off. "You still have time to reconsider, give me a chance to convince you, give me a chance to make you realize the mistake you're about to make."

"You've had more than enough chances, Winter," Weiss said, reaching up and taking the mask off the upper half of her face. The blue mask resembling a Grimm flew off with the wind, revealing Weiss's determined eyes as she stared back at her sister with a deep expression of apology. "I am sorry, sister. I really tried, I tried to keep following by your example, I tried to understand what you were feeling. I felt it too, I wanted revenge for the longest time as well, but this… this isn't the way to do it."

"You are going to spit on our brother's memory, just like that?" Winter snarled. "Whitley was taken from us before he could even understand what life was. To leave now… halfway through the ultimate goal we are trying to complete… it would be unforgivable, Weiss."

"Then don't forgive me," Weiss replied. "Because I am done. I will never be done loving my brother. I was angry when he died, I joined to avenge him. The Blue Revolt started because we wanted to help people. Not hurt innocents." She gestured to the train car she was standing on. "Not every faunus is a monster… most of them are, yes. But not all of them. We will only be painting ourselves as worse than the Grimm, the opposite of the message we are trying to deliver to the world."

"If you do this, Weiss," Winter warned. "There is no going back. You will not be welcomed back. You will be shunned from the revolt, and the next time we see each other… I… I don't want to have to make that kind of decision."

"I wanted to hope that there was still good in you, sister," Weiss said, feeling hot tears stream down her eyes. "But after all the blood I've seen you spill… after all the blood you made me spill… I am sorry, I am sorry that I couldn't help you stay good. You are the one who is on the wrong path. I will make my own, and I will make things better for the outlandish villages."

The latter half of the train started to finally lose speed. Winter merely stared at her as Weiss continued at a constant speed, getting farther and farther away from her. They had so much more to say to each other, but time was cut short. Sucking breath into her lungs, Weiss forced herself to look away from her older sister, the sister she had grown up with, the sister she had sworn to avenge their brother with. The sister who used to be the one person other than their parents that she truly looked up to. Now, she was just a soldier, there wasn't any emotion in her, only revenge and anger.

Weiss tried to wipe away the tears from her eyes, but they became too thick and too constant to keep back forever. She sobbed into her hands, sitting on a bench to support the dead weight that was now her body. What was she even doing anymore? She thought that maybe by becoming a huntress, she could erase all the sins that she had committed. But she was merely a hypocrite. She blamed Blake for causing pain when she was the one who caused more pain to people than Blake most likely ever would in her entire life. Everything she called Blake could be shot right back at herself, was she just using Blake as an excuse to be angry? Just like her sister has used their brother's death to keep seeking vengeance, causing destruction, and committing untold crimes? She felt terrible for their parents, both of them came out to be terrible people who became terrorists while their only son died long ago. What would they think of her now? The current Chieftess of Menagerie would surely think the worst of her, won't she?

"Hey there," a voice had Weiss snapping up to her feet, immediately thinking that it was Yang, Ruby, or even Blake for that matter had somehow found her. When she saw who it was, her eyes stared at them with sadness. "What is a Schnee like you crying all alone on a bench in the middle of the night?" The same huntress in training from before asked her with a raised eyebrow.

"You…" Weiss wiped away at her face, forcing herself to stop crying now that someone was there to witness it. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I should probably give you my name, huh?" The ginger bowed exaggeratedly. "I'm Penny, Penny Polendina. I come from Vacuo, I also come from Haven Academy in Mistral, and I just so happened to find a pretty girl sitting alone on a bench crying about something that must be important, am I right?"

"How do you know my name?" Weiss asked.

"Who doesn't know the Schnee name and looks?" Penny countered. "Come on, white hair, blue eyes, it wasn't hard to piece it together. I'm just glad it's not the other one, because then I don't think we'd be having this conversation. Look, I just want to help," she added, holding her hands up in surrender. "I know you have no reason to trust me… but give me a chance? Pretty please?"

Weiss relented with a sigh. She was too tired to turn her down. "Fine." She said, storming past her. "But you will be quiet until we are in Vale."

"In Vale?" Penny asked, confused as she started following her. "Why there?"

"Because that way I can be sure no one will be listening to us," Weiss said. "And… I want to be sure of something. You can help me with that, since you seem so eager to do so already."

"Ah… can I retract my choice of words and rephrase them?"

"No. No, you cannot."

And there we have it. Don't worry guys, I definitely plan to make a fully reversed role version of the White trailer like I have done with the Red, yellow, and Black trailers. I just wanted to make that little tidbit for now. As for the last arc of Volume 1, and me somehow keeping up with the episode count of RWBY so far, I decided to make it a little spicier. That is the plan, at least. We all know CrowSkull's about to say something about that, though. See ya next time.

Detective Grimm Omake; Wilna Schnee in her Teens

"Why do you hate me!?" Wilna exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at the father she didn't know was the God of Darkness.

"I never said I hated you!" Diam shouted back. "How many times do I have to tell you that you're my favorite little girl in the world!? You're also my favorite daughter! Not even the Specialist had been able to hold that rank for long!"

"That's because I am your only daughter! Ugh!" Wilna growled. "This is the first time a boy has asked me on a date and you're not letting me go!? I'm sixteen years old Dad! Just let me experiment a little for once in your life."

"Absolutely not!" Diam said. "I am the only one who decides who gets to date you until you are eighteen! And if you haven't noticed, you are not eighteen just yet! Wait two more years and you can do whatever you want!"

"But two years is foreveerrrr!" Wilna whined. "You've intimidated every other boy that comes around, how can I believe you when you say you'll let me date when I become an adult?"

"Because I literally cannot lie!" Diam remarked. "How many times have I told you this!? How many times do I need to say it before you finally start to remember what I tell you to remember!?"

"When you die, you stupid old man!"

"GOOD LUCK ON THAT ONE MISS!" The God in disguise pointed to the side. "Now for your blatant disrespect and for the fact your mother is busy for work, go to your room! You're grounded for three thousand years!"

"Ugh!" Wilna stormed off, biting back tears. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" She shouted as she slammed the door behind her.

"I love you too!" Diam angrily shouted back. "Ugh… children these days, I have no idea how mortals do it. Why can't children just skip the teenage era? Brother! Can you do that for me right now? Just erase the teenage years entirely and let children become adults immediately?"

"And risk pissing off Celeste and Fate again?" Liam, the God of Light, asked as he appeared around the corner in the kitchen. "No thank you. This is your fight, brother. You literally created an entire another universe by accident after ripping a new asshole in the infinitendium."

"And I see you are still hanging out with that potty-mouthed Harriet," Diam snorted. "Won't Glynda get jealous that you're hanging out with other women? You should be careful, brother. I once tested out the use of her semblance in bed once, and let me tell you, it is not a pleasant experience."

"Please, we are more mature than that," Liam remarked. "But still, you should let your daughter have some more freedom. How is she expected to become the next celestial Goddess if she never learns the most important lessons life has to give?"

"Ugh… don't talk like that, I get that enough from the Specialist as it is."

"Then you should probably follow our advice," Liam said. "We don't want Wilna to end up like you were some thousands of years ago, do we?"

"I would be insulted by that if I didn't agree with you already," Diam said with a scowl. "But still, the thought of my daughter getting involved with that Xiao Long boy is not a well placed thought in my mind. Or any boy in that matter."

"Is little Robby Xiao Long really that bad?" Liam asked. "You met him yourself already, didn't you?"

"Not… terrible." Diam allowed. "He is just… a boy… and my daughter is a girl."

"Yes, that is how we generalized humanity. Good job brother."

"Don't give me that. You know how humans are, little lust-filled beasts them."

"As if you weren't one before Wilna was born," Liam said. "As if you still aren't one now."

"Yes but it's different when it's your daughter," Diam said. "I don't want her to become like me in that regard. Sometimes it is better to just wait until the time is right."

"You're lying to yourself, brother." Liam pointed out. "But she is your daughter, so I will respect any decision you make for her. Still, I advise you to give her a little more reasonable. Not enough that it would have her spreading her legs for every mildly attractive man in a 100-mile radius, but enough for her to, as she said, experiment a little. Who knows, maybe after this childish date she could end up becoming more inclined toward her own gender."

"The girl doesn't even know she's an immortal yet…" Diam pointed out. "A relationship with a mortal is… never destined to last forever."

"Such is the life of Gods," Liam said, before snapping his fingers. "You should have thought about that before you decided to enter a relationship yourself."

Diam was left to think about the words his brother had parted unto him. He gave it some thought and knew what he had to do. With an explosive sigh, Diam walked over to his daughter's room, and walked through the locked door, finding her under the covers and with her face smothered into her pillow.

"Wilna…" Diam shook her to get her attention. "Come on. I'm going to buy you a dress."

"H-Hm?" Wilan peeked at him over her shoulder. "R-Really?"

"Yes," Diam said, preparing to snap his fingers and teleport himself and his daughter over to the best clothing store in Atlas. "Let's… experiment a little, shall we?"

Wilna leaped out of the covers, wrapping her arms around his neck and squealing with excitement. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best."

"Yes, yes," Diam sighed. "I know."

He snapped his fingers.

DG was always a story I held dear to my heart. Checking in on them like this… fills me with joy.