A/N: *Insert evil laugh here* MUAHAHAHAHA

Hello: I think Jaune'll be able to handle it as long as she has Pyrrha handcuffed to her bed. So sorry about *she who will be missed*, but she's forever gone now. *shakes head mournfully* XD Nora and Ren are where they always are when important things are happening. Not there XD

"I'm… sorry?"

A man clad in white was kneeling before his superior, shaking a little in fear. Why, out of everyone here, was he the one that had to tell her this? The man had literally drawn the short straw, which was stupid because why in the world did the base have varying lengths of straw to begin with? The man swallowed as quietly as he could, assuming that anything louder would set the woman standing in front of him off.

The woman, also clad in white, stood regally in front of the soldier, frozen solid (but figuratively this time) as she tried to process the information.

"Private… Jerry." The woman said slowly, making sure that every single one of her words was punctuated and clearly heard. To the private underneath her, it sounded like she was shoving a sword into him with every word. "Would you care to repeat that for me?"

Oh sure, she sounded absolutely calm, but it was a roiling storm under the surface for sure, Jerry thought. He quickly went to repeat what he said early, and alongside it, prayed to Oum he would survive the next few minutes.

The woman in white stood silent for another minute, before she spoke again, tone quiet.

"Leave me." It was barely a whisper, but to Jerry, who had been anxiously waiting for any signal that he could leave, it was as if the woman had wrote it on a poster and blasted what she had just said through a megaphone. As quickly as he possibly could without insulting her, Jerry made his way out of the office, door clicking shut behind him.

Now the woman moved, picking up her scroll and activating it. Raising it up to her ear, she heard a voice answering her call.

"Prep a Bullhead for me." Winter Schnee said, strapping her sword onto her waist. "I'm going to Beacon."

Wait for me Weiss, Big Sister's coming.

Qrow couldn't believe it. Well, he could believe it, as he was looking at the information his spy network was relaying to him, and Qrow knew that anything his spies found would've been combed through and made sure that it was a hundred percent accurate.

The drunk man rubbed his eyes quickly for what was probably the hundredth time, making sure this wasn't a trick of the light or him being so drunk that he was imagining things. No, like the last hundred times, the pictures stayed the same.

Qrow looked at Ruby, his sweet, innocent, little niece holding hands with a boy clasped in white and… and… k-

No.

Qrow took a deep breath, his denial slowly overrunning what was obviously in front of him.

No they were not kissing. The boy probably saw a crumb on Ruby's lips and seeing as how their hands were preoccupied, he simply removed it. With his lips. Yeah. They weren't kissing at all. Hands held his flask, taking a few tries before Qrow could open it up and take a swig out of it.

Another deep breath was exhaled as the dusty old crow made a decision, picking himself up from the bar he had holed himself in.

Ozpin might have tried his best to hide this from Qrow, but he should've known that the grizzled Hunter would've found out sooner or later. Well. Better than Taiyang finding out about this. With a clear plan formed in his mind, Qrow found the quickest flight to Beacon, so that he could confront Ozpin about this, and possibly bash his skull into that stupid phallic-shaped chair of his.

And afterwards, he would talk with Yang, who he was sure would've never allowed anyone to corrupt Ruby. After all, the both of them were innocent and pure and would never fall into the darkness and temptation of boys now would they?

No. That would be crazy talk.

Hold on girls, Uncle Qrow's coming for you.

"Honey? Can we talk about this? Please?"

Violetta continue to knock on the door, trying to find a way inside to comfort her husband, who had locked himself in his room for the past three days or so. She could still hear sniffles through the wood, and was so close to simply kicking the door in and dragging the man out into the light. Violetta rested her head against the door, closing her eyes.

"Please Nicholas, just come out. We'll face this together. As a family." She pleaded with him, hoping that his since of familial love would bring him back to her. The sniffling stopped for a second, and Violetta held her breath, anxious to see if Nicholas would finally respond to her.

Before she could react, the door swung open, revealing a blonde warrior with tears in his eyes, face all gloomy. Violetta stepped back, a little surprised at the suddenness, before stepping forward again and wrapping her husband into a tight embrace. Nicholas hugged her back, resting his head on her shoulder, quietly sniffling with as much manliness as he possibly could.

"How can we recover? My boy… he's gone." The man said sorrowfully, squeezing his eyes shut. Violetta sent a sympathetic smile towards Nicholas, trying to find a way to console him.

"Oh but he isn't really gone… He's just turned into a girl sweetie."

The tall man grasped his wife by the shoulders, gaze piercing into her.

"You don't understand." He hissed, before falling to his knees. "My sanctuary. My one child that I could pass on my secrets to…. Gone!" Nicholas wailed at the last word, looking as distraught as one would be losing a loved one. Now all that was needed was rain and sad violin music, which wouldn't happen because they were under a roof and Violetta had smashed Mika's violin weeks ago the first time this had happened.

At this point though, Violetta was reaching the end of her patience ready to do anything to make Nicholas stop whining.

"How about we just visit him—her?" She sighed out. Nicholas's head snapped up, his eyes shining with hope.

"R-really?" Violetta nodded hesitantly, which made Nicholas spring up and plant a kiss onto her, jumping in delight. Finally the patriarch of the Arc family can come and rescue his child from the grasps of womanhood!

Hold on Jaune, Daddy's coming!

"Oh, by the way, me and the girls are going shopping today, so we're going to need you with us to carry the bags." Nicholas deflated.

After… after he suffered through the hell of shopping.

Somewhere in Beacon, four friends shivered simultaneously, feeling an ill wind pass through all of them.