Bonjour, bitches (I mean that in the nicest way possible), comment allez vous, mother fuckers (also in the nicest way possible)? It's time for another update! Oh and derpson, it probably is a good idea to stop guessing and go with it. Though your guesses were amusing and uncomfortably close sometimes. [SPOILER ALERT!] On a similar note, the mysterious "Guest" is a smart one, seeing as their guess about Velvet was right ;) [OKAY, IT'S OVER!] Just don't read that part if you don't like spoilers. But you're not here to listen to me ramble, you're here for the freaking update!

Yang POV

"The White. . .Fang?" I stared at Blake in shock, wondering where she was going with this, and coming up with some uncomfortable conclusions. Blake nodded and looked over at me, her eyes liquid amber pools of sadness.

"Once upon a time, I was part of White Fang." I forced myself not to jerk away from her, as that would likely - no, definitely hurt her feelings. In fact, I moved closer to her, as a little 'fuck you' gesture to my body. "I went by the codename Black Cat. But this was quite a while before they became the violent, cutthroat group we know today. In fact, that's why I left." See? I thought. She's not a bad person! I forced myself to concentrate.

"What happened?" She winced.

"I was actually one of the first members, if you can believe it. Then White Fang gained more and more members, and then everything spiraled out of control. In the beginning, it was all protests and petitions, then when that didn't have any effect, we moved to vandalism." She smiled wryly. "First we attacked companies and businesses that used Faunus workforces, trashing their warehouses and headquarters before leaving our mark and disappearing. Ask Weiss, the White Fang attacked the Schnee Dust Company hundreds of times, but they didn't give an inch. We were working on something big, a plan to destroy the cargo on a train passing through Forever Falls. I figured it would be fine since it was just the cargo, but though I was unaware of it, by this time Adam-" Her voice caught, but she shook her head and kept going. "Adam had been taking advice and help from the wrong people. People like Roman Torchwick." I raised my eyebrows.

"The criminal Roman Torchwick?" I said, trying to reassure her that I was paying attention. I got a sardonic look for my trouble.

"No, the one on the Pumpkin Pete's box. The guy who's ending world hunger and giving children lollipops for the hell of it. That Roman Torchwick" I put up my hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay! Sheesh, I was just making sure." She softened and looked down.

"Sorry. This is a hard subject." I nodded, putting a hand on her shoulder. She scooted away. I pretended that that gesture didn't feel like a knife twisting in my gut, and motioned for her to continue. She stared out over Beacon for a while before answering.

"Adam neglected to mention that our method of destruction would be explosives until it was too late to back out." I caught my breath.

"But then. . ." She nodded.

"The crew members would die." I felt a sick churning in my stomach and my heart crawled into my throat.

"Did. . .did they?" She shook her head and I sighed in relief.

"We were ambushed by AK-130 Androids, which weren't a problem for us, and a massive Spider droid." (A/N: I'm not sure what Monty's calling it) She shivered. "I'd like to say that it wasn't a problem either, but we got thrashed pretty badly. Adam defeated it eventually, but I wasn't waiting around for him to murder innocent people. I cut the link between the cars Adam was on, and the one the crew members and I were on (A/N: Pure speculation, no proof), and I haven't seen him since."

I tried furiously to sort all this new information that Blake had just dumped on me, but I wasn't having much luck.

"So, uh, what. . .what was your relationship with Adam?" I asked casually. She gave a half smile.

"Well, he was my mentor, and I thought he was my friend, but now I'm not sure." Because apparently I have a thing for torturing myself, I blurted:

"Is that all?" She regarded me in a manner so darkly amused that I figured she'd tell me of all the kinky and perverted stuff they'd done together, real or not. Instead, she shook her head.

"Nothing ever happened between Adam and me." I managed to silence my inner masochist and ask a different question.

"So, why are you telling me all this?" Again with the sad eyes. I knew she wasn't doing it on purpose, but it wasn't helping her in what I suspected she was doing.

"I want to make it easier for you to let me go." I laughed and she looked surprised.

"Well, I gotta tell ya, you're doing a terrible job, babe." She nodded.

"I suspected as much."

"Although, the part where you moved away from me, that hurt." I was surprised to hear the words come out of my mouth, I hadn't been planning to say that. She looked like she might start crying again.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you, Yang, I-"

"So don't leave me!" I grabbed her hands in mine and stared into her eyes. "Don't leave." I murmured. She looked conflicted, then she looked away.

"There's something else." Fuck. "A member of the White Fang is at school with us now." Double fuck.

"We have to tell Professor Ozpin." I stood, but she grabbed my wrist.

"If we do, we all die." Whoa.

"That's a bit. . .extreme." I said carefully. She shook her head.

"You have no idea what she can do, she's never been beaten. No one has ever defeated her." Well that right there is just fantastic.

"So, let me see if I have this right," I said, rubbing my temples. "You're telling me that the White Fang has infiltrated our school, they've sent their invincible operative, and, even worse, you're breaking up with me?" She rubbed her face tiredly.

"Yang please, let's be mature about this." I don't know what made me upset about it, but I couldn't stop myself from sniping at her.

"Oh, so on top of all this shit, you're calling me immature? Really, Blake?"

"I never said that!" She protested and I scoffed.

"So you felt you had to tell me to act mature about it because I was already acting so mature about it?" She shook her head.

"Yang, come on, I don't want to fight. Let's just-" I gritted my teeth.

"Whatever. Just continue." She grimaced.

"Her name is Kyra, though she goes by the code name Athena. She-" I stood and walked toward the door, aware that I was acting like a childish brat, but unable to stop myself from doing so.

"Thanks, that's all I needed to know." I called over my shoulder. Blake was aghast.

"Yang! What are you. . .Come back! Don't. . .Agh! Yang!" I ignored her as I went back inside. I wouldn't do anything yet, but I figured that I should scope out this Kyra chick myself before deciding my best course of action.

As I walked back to the dorm, I thought about Blake. Our relationship was so short. Almost two days. I felt the tingling at the back of my eyes, but before the tears came, rage overtook me. In a fit of frustration, I punched through the wall next to me.

"DAMMIT!" I dropped to me knees, pulling my arm from the wall. I might have stayed there all night, had a voice not shaken me from my misery.

"That was quite a punch." I looked up and saw a red headed girl I didn't recognize, though I don't really know all that many people to begin with.

She was leaning against the defaced wall, further down the hallway.

"What did that wall ever do to you?" I wasn't in the mood for jokes, but as I took in her fox ears and my unfamiliarity with her face, I figured this must be Athena. I sat back on my heels and offered a half smile.

"Well, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time." She cocked her head and pushed off the wall, moving towards me.

"He? Who said it's a he?" I rolled my eyes as she got closer.

"He told me. He's a bit upset that his gender has been thrown into question." She unsheathed a large broadsword and shoved it through the brick. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"He can take it up with my broadsword." I gave a genuine laugh.

"I'm not sure he wants to." She smiled and held out her hand to pull me up. I accepted and got to my feet. She didn't immediately let go.

Her eyes trailed up my body slowly, lingering on my chest.

"My eyes are up here." She jumped as I read her shirt and looked up at me guiltily. I laughed. "I could do with one of those shirts myself."

She let go of my hand and pulled her sword from the wall before resheathing it and mumbling some lame excuse about her dorm room.

"I'm Yang." She peered up at me suspiciously for a minute or two.

"Kyra," She said slowly. "Kyra Blaze." I smiled and nodded. I thought so.

"Well, Kyra, it's been lovely, but I'm gonna head to my dorm." She nodded absently, waving good bye.

"Watch out for the walls." She's a strange one. I thought. I mean, she didn't seem particularly evil, but that didn't mean shit. She could be a fucking serial killer and I wouldn't be able to tell, as long as she's a decent actress.

And judging from what Blake told me and how scared she was of her, she might well be.

Blake POV

By the time I got back to the dorm, the lights were out and everyone else was asleep. I was still pissed at Yang for leaving before I could completely warn her about Athena.

Will she try to reveal my past to everyone? Will she try to kill us? Why is she here? Questions pounded relentlessly in my skull, driving me into the warm embrace of my bed, fully dressed. I sighed and stowed Gambol Shroud before rolling to the edge of my bed and methodically undressing myself and putting on my nightgown.

Yang. . .I thought about our woefully short time as a couple and hissed angrily as I thought of the person responsible for ruining everything we could have had and everything we already did have. Kyra. I swear if you hurt my friends, I'll destroy you faster than you could say oops. I massaged my forehead as I lay down, feeling the start of a fierce headache.

Lips. Tongue. Teeth. Hands. Fingers. Pleasure. Pain. Fear. Panting. Words. Whispers.

"Tell anyone and I'll kill you."

I woke on the floor, screaming and trembling, in Yang's arms. I clutched at her shirt, a raw and painful fear wracking my every molecule. Ruby was there, looking worried and scared, and I saw Weiss, looking equally rattled. Why the hell can't I stop screaming?

Yang pressed my face against her chest and gradually the pain and fear began to fade, soothed by the warmth of her body. I fell silent suddenly, still shaking. Yang murmured in my ear and though I couldn't understand her, my muscles began to relax and I slipped away, three words reverberating in my skull, drowning out all else.

I'll kill you.

So, what do you guys think? I thought a bit of drama would make things more interesting. OMG guys, I can't wait until tomorrow night! I'm practically vibrating in my chair with anticipation. I hope it's a bit longer than normal, and has a really badass fight scene, after which Yang and Blake realize they were meant to be together (though I'm not sure how likely the last one is). The point is, I'm super excited. On a scale of 1 to 10, how excited are you?