it's been 6 months. 6 MONTHS since the last update. Funny story really, I had chapter 5 on hold and ready to be uploaded, yet i forgot to upload it... my sincerest apologies. Anyways, HERE IT IS! It's still kinda sorta short, but I'm still working hard on the book, so thanks for being patient ^^ happy reading, and dont forget to R&R! (constructive criticism)


"Cover your eyes and hold your breath!" Ren shouted, as everyone rushed the line of riot soldiers blocking their path to survival. He watched as Yang pulled Weiss closer to the white smoke. Weiss followed his instructions, using her sleeve to block her face. Yang on the other hand, kept running.

The heiress didn't know what was happening. The screams of the people made her ears hurt, and she almost tripped a few times following Yang. Suddenly, she felt hands grab her waist. She squeaked a little as a blush flushed across her face, and she forgot for a second she was in the face of death.

Soon she felt herself weightless, as if soaring through the air. It only lasted for a second before she felt her shoulder hit the street, and a groan of pain escaped her lips. Scurrying up to see what happened, she found herself on the other side of the riot shield formation, with people running over them, each in tears or puking due to to the tear gas. But Weiss didn't see Yang anywhere.

She panicked, looking around the screaming crowd for light blonde hair. She heard a single, ear-splitting gunshot, and a single soldier in the line fell forward, and falling on top of him was one blonde idiot.

"Yang!" She screamed, running toward her. The heiress had her hand extended out toward her. She was still in the tear gas, so Weiss sucked in a breath of air, and squinted, grabbing Yang's hand, and pulling hard. The blonde was staring past her, but she pushed herself up and staggered after Wess. It was as if Weiss had given her the strength to move on.

Weiss pulled the blonde from the putrid tear gas, and out behind an armored van, pushing her into a seated position against the cold steel. She had tears running down her face, and she looked like each breath was just as important as the last.

"Weiss! Yang! There you are!" Jaune yelled as he ran over to the two, Ren following close behind. The blond and the brunette joined the girls, hiding behind the van as a few people ran past, and more bullets were fired.

After just a few minutes of resting, Yang's eyes began to clear up, she rubbed them with her shirt, and coughed a few times, fighting the nauseating feeling in her stomach. Her vision cleared, and she saw Weiss to her left, Ren and Jaune to her right. Gunshots still rang out through the air, though seemingly less in frequency. Her lilac eyes searched the storefronts for the girl she saw earlier, but nothing.

"We should get moving…" Ren suggested, as he edged toward the corner of the van, peeking toward the riot line.

"Yang… can you get up? Are you okay?" Weiss asked her softly. She peered into her face, and pursed her lips.

"Ah… I think I've died and met an angel… may I please have some Weiss cream…?" The blonde responded, mustering a goofy grin.

Weiss shook her head, but Yang swore she saw just a hint of a smile there. "If you can make jokes, then I think you're okay." She stood up, and dusted off her skirt, looking over at Ren. "Do you see anything?"

"Yeah… I think the riot team is going around executing the stragglers… we should get inside of Vale immediately." the oriental shivered. Ren continued to watch riot team before sliding quietly into the back of the riot van, quickly returning to the group with a few items in his arms. "Let's get going."

"Are you kidding me Ren? That's stealing!" Weiss piped up, stamping her foot in defiance.

"Weiss, these supplies are of excess, and we have to think of our own survival for once. I know this is wrong… but I didn't take anything too valuable, I mean, I didn't want to leave them with no supplies to defend us." He argued, looking at the white heiress, and as to prove his point, he showed her the black clubs the riot team used to apply blunt trauma. The clubs themselves couldn't have been longer than a foot, but looked extremely solid, as if it were of reinforced plastic.

Yang sighed, getting up with the help of Jaune. "Ren… I know this isn't right at all… but I'm glad you didn't take any guns." She looked at him with her lilac eyes. "But I know now that we do need to take care of ourselves, and those better be spares."

He just nodded, giving one to Jaune, to Weiss, and kept one for himself. "There, I hope you'll feel a bit safer having a weapon." He said as he balanced the weapon in his hands.

The heiress stared at the club, gauging it's weight. "Um... I think i'll stick to the knife Yang brought for me." She shrugged. "But i'll take it."

Jaune just nodded, holding the black club with both hands, staring down at it as if it were a sword or some weapon of divine retribution. Weiss caught him staring at it and he simply shook his head, smiling at her.

"Let's get going then." Yang announced, shaking her head. Her yellow flowing mane was dirtied, but it's color was still there, the bat in her right hand. She walked toward the city of Vale without any words, and everyone followed. They followed her like she was a beacon in the night, and their salvation in this world.

Huddled around a small fire, Yang, Weiss, Jaune and Ren, sat together. Vale had been subjected to martial law, and as a result, the Vale military, in collaboration of the Atlas military, took up garrison in the city, patrolling the areas, giving the people mandatory check ups, and defending entry points. Most people are afraid of others, and so the Yang Gang (To Weiss' constant disapproval) were hiding in an alley, burning materials inside of a trashcan to keep warm.

Weiss was leaning against the wall of a building, wearing a few of Yang's clothes and her jacket hung around her shoulders, Yang was beside her, back to the wall, bag at her side and a blanket sprawled across Weiss' and her own lap. Across from them was Jaune and Ren, already asleep on unfolded cardboard boxes, Jaune cuddling with Ren.

"Ugh… I stink, i'm covered in blood and who knows what… my hair is a mess and my clothes are so tacky! This day just keeps on getting better…" Weiss complained, she hated her situation, but she was glad to be alive.

Yang scoffed in disbelief. "Geez Ice Queen, I know you're a Richie Rich, but you don't have to complain when it's my clothes you're wearing." the blonde shook her head, placing a hand upon the snowy white hair of the Schnee.

Weiss mumbled a few inaudible words, but Yang took it as a 'thank you.'

"So… Uh… Weiss…" Yang started. She kept her voice low, but enough for the white haired girl to hear her. "Do you.. uh… want to talk…?"

The heiress pursed her lips, then nodded quietly. "What about?"

"You… have any family?"

"Yes. A sister, dad, and mom." She shrugged. "Typical family…" She sighed, looking at the blonde. "You?"

"A sister, mom, dad, just like you." she chuckled.

"Oh no… two Xiao Longs?" Weiss shivered at the thought of that, two blonde fighters, going around town.

"Oh… haha, no, she's my sister from my father's second lover, but nonetheless, she is my kooky younger sister." she smiled, a proud look on her face.

"Well then… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to meet her."

"We are going to Atlas right? I mean, when we get there I'm sure you can meet her."

"You mean if we get there…"

Yang tapped the ice princess on the head, smiling once again, "Hey don't be so down. We will get there, I promise you, that I will get you there, no matter how hard I have to try, I will do my best to keep you safe." the blonde finished with a chuckle, sticking out her right hand pinky towards the heiress.

Weiss couldn't help but blush a little. When Yang said it, it didn't feel like an exaggeration or a sugar coat. She really felt like this idiot could protect her. Weiss thought it was childish, but she returned the gesture, wrapping her pale skinned pinky around Yang's tanned pinky. "I'll hold you to that."

Before Yang could respond, Weiss leaned her head against her shoulder, breathing peacefully. The bruiser couldn't help but smile, and close her eyes. Tomorrow, they would head to the docks and head to Atlas, where she could see Ruby and Summer, and Weiss could see her family.

"A Schnee huh…? Why am I so protective of her? Her attitude sucks, she hates my jokes, and she would rather be alone then a team right? So… why do I hold on to her…?" Yang asked herself in her head. "And Blake mentioned something about hating the Schnees… something about their dirty corporate tactics…" The blonde shook her head of the thoughts. She didn't know why, but she just knew in her heart that Weiss needed her, and that she needed Weiss, even if they have met for just a few days. Yang clasped her hands together and bowed her head. "Ruby… wherever you are… please give me the strength to continue on… please let me see you again…." She whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

Weiss was dreaming. She knew she was. She questioned how she could have awoken at home, her father looming over her bed, a boy at his side. He spouted things like marriage, and the future of the company. But Weiss just wanted it all to go away. She wanted it to end. She didn't want to go back to Atlas.