Before we get this show on the road, I just wanted to say this is an AU story. However, with the impending release of volume 2, this will not impact this AU. So keep this in mind come July. Second, I was inspired by some elements from a story called Sisterly Antics: Ruby by Demeter Fenir. This story served as an inspiration for Ruby's Heritage. Check it out! With that said, let's get this show on the road.
Yang
I hated this. My dumb parents are fighting again. The good news they are taking to my uncle's for the week so I had high hopes. My mom and dad were workers down at the factory in the Industrial District of Vale, but the job would only take them so far. They argued constantly, day in and day out as to look for a job. My mom would want to go towards the Business District and make better lien. My dad would like to stay as he liked the work that came with the job, so I guess he enjoyed doing what he loved. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself.
My name is Yang Xiao Long. Some people say I'm a bad girl. Yeah, you could say that about me I guess. At school I constantly got into fights. The last fight I was in was because I broke the kid's nose. In my defense, he yanked my hair and nobody touches my hair. Nobody. Even for a girl at age ten, my hair was shoulder length and was a bright blond. My dad once said that when it was in the light it shimmered like the sun. But I am getting off topic. The reason why my parents are taking to my uncle's was because of that kid's nose that got introduced to my fist. So they saw that me being sent to my uncle's was a punishment for me. Oh how wrong they were.
They were quiet the whole ride into the woods, which was new. "Now Yang, behave yourself at Qrow's, okay?" Said my Mother. She was always like this wanting to make sure I behaved myself no matter where I went. "Yes, mom." I simply replied. I was wearing my yellow shirt, which held my symbol, a black sun with a gold fire burning off it. My mom explained to me that they resemble our semblance, whatever that word means. "We're here." Said my father in a stone cold voice. Uncle Qrow's cabin was big, as far as wooden cabins go. It was two stories and had four bedrooms, two bathrooms and more. The fireplace was steaming, which that a hot fire was burning inside the cabin. The mountains we were in somehow had snow that never melted. After some goodbyes, they went speeding off down the drive, not even saying hi to Qrow, guess they were fighting again.
When I knocked on the door, Qrow answered. He was the uncle to beat all other uncles. Yes, he was that nice. He was in his sixties to early seventies. He had long white hair, which ran down his back and a long white beard, which completely covered his chin. He was a very plump old man, but was always wearing a red and gold robe. "Yang! How's my favorite niece?" He greeted me with a warm and cherry voice. We embraced and I can smell a familiar sent on his robe, it smelled of cookies and cheesecake. "Uncle! It's so good to see you again!" I said with the up most sincerity. When I was with Qrow, all the problems in the world seemed to melt away. "Come inside, I made your favorite snack!" He proclaimed out loud. He always liked to talk like he was someone giving a speech. We walked inside and out of the cold.
The one word that comes to mind in my uncle's house is: cozy. It seemed like anybody could take the shoes off and prop up their feet in his chair by the fire and relax. I quickly bounded to one of the guest rooms. I unpacked all of my belongings which included several clothes, three blankets (out here in the mountains, you always come prepared), my toothbrush, and my coat. Then, as quick as I had come up, I found myself going back downstairs to see my uncle. He was already sitting at the table, with cookies and cheesecake and milk all set out for us. "Come Yang, we have a lot to talk about…"