Jail Break

Chapter 2: Anger

Ruby ground her teeth as she angrily paced on top of the roof, upset at her helplessness to help her sister. Zwei lazily rested under her left arm as Ruby held onto him as she ranted, "I can't believe that they won't believe me! I'm their leader and Yang's our teammate!" She growled. Zwei perked up and gave off a small yip. Ruby turned around to find her uncle walking in through the door. "Oh...hey Druncle… Uncle Qrow." Ruby sighed.

"Hey kiddo." He said, instinctively reaching for his alcohol but catching himself. "Rough day?"

"Yea!" Ruby said earnestly. "Yang's arrested, the team won't believe she's innocent, and there's nothing I can do!"

"Well, I wouldn't say nothing." Qrow started. Time to talk about emotional support and that jazz. He thought to himself.

"What? Like helping Yang to the best of my abilities?" Ruby asked curiously.

Qrow blinked before nodding, "Exactly!" He grinned, happy to not have to teach about emotional sit downs and chit chats.

"You're a genius Uncle Qrow!" Ruby grinned broadly.

"Thanks, I try." Qrow said over confidently.

"I'll just bust her out of jail!" Ruby declared in determination. "Here, hold Zwei!" Ruby said as she handed off her corgi.

"Perfect." Qrow nodded as the dog was thrusted into his arms. "Wait, what?" He blinked in confusion as rose petals filled his view. "That's...not what I meant..." Qrow sighed and looked down at Zwei. "Taiyang's going to kill me..."

Ruby rushed through the halls with her Semblance activated. She swiftly arrived at her dorm and opened the door to find the window left open and no one inside, though she thought nothing of it as she quickly changed into her Slayer outfit before she bolted out of the room into the brisk night.

To say that Weiss was distraught would be akin to comparing the ocean to a damp towel. She was going through dozens of emotions in quick succession and her psyche had gone on strike about fourteen emotions in.

Presently, the SnowPea-clad girl stood in front of what she assumed was a shady bar, debating with herself as to whether or not she would go in. Her emotions fully in control, she eventually entered the establishment and sat down at the bar.

"Give me a 'Coping Mechanism,'" she barked at the man behind the bar, her tone indicating that she would suffer no foolishness, and demanded prompt service. The bartender was having none of it.

"You'll have to explain that one to me."

"First you fill an old fashioned glass with ice, then throw the ice away (why did you put ice in there, you dolt?), dry the glass, and fill it with the strongest substance you're legally allowed to serve me."

Only just resisting the urge to snort, the bartender went through the motions, filling the glass with ginger beer he flattened out to serve to people he had no intention of serving alcohol to. Because it was flat there was no fizz, and nobody ever noticed the taste behind the burning sensation normally synonymous with whisky. The man suspected that even if he explicitly told this to the child sitting at his bar, she would still manage to get the placebo affect from it.

Taking the glass and knocking it back in almost a single slug, Weiss demanded two more before she slammed her head against the wooden counter and decided to nurse the fourth "drink". The bemused, but bewildered bartender waited with baited breath, hesitantly hoping that the hopeless heiress would kindly keep her mouth shut. Normally he didn't mind listening to his patrons' tales of woe, but he had a feeling that whatever Weiss Schnee had to say, it was probably an issue unique only to her, and was most likely not even a real problem. His hopes were dashed when the girl in question let out a loud, deep sigh.

'Here it comes,' he thought, dreading the no-doubt epic (length) tale of woe.

"I'm part of a team of maniacs…" Weiss managed to mumble into the arm her head rested in.

'Well, fuck…'

"Take my leader!" Weiss suddenly yelled, bolting into a sitting position. "She's… she's like… super young! And… and she's like, hyper and obsessed with dangerous stuff that can kill you to death!" Weiss hiccoughed, and immediately regretted it when the burn shot back up her throat.

'I am really glad I didn't give her alcohol…'

That didn't deter the heiress, however, as she motioned for a refill. Taking a deep swig, she continued her rant. "Then there's the criminal, and her partner is also now a criminal. S-she just," she hiccoughed again, "she just beat the guy mercilessly… and now she's in… in Huntress jail…" Weiss looked as though tears would start falling at any minute, but she pressed on. "And then there's me… I'm just sticking to this because it makes my father angry…" No longer able to hold back, she lowered her head to the bar and let the tears flow.

'Well… that was a thing…' The silent server reached for Weiss' empty glass, but tragically couldn't reach it before she suddenly stood, sending the empty glass crashing to the floor.

"You know what?" she shouted at nobody in particular, "I'm going to save her! And then she'll be all over me and want my babies!" She slowly moved to pay for her drinks, her movement shaky and unsure. "Orrrr maybe I should… sleep the thing… break the law tomorrow…"

Glancing at the bill, she hummed at the low price for what she had. "It's… a good thing that I k-know my limits… and that I won't remember any of this… Good thing too, or I'd come back for your cheap alcohol…"

The man sighed. He couldn't lie to save his life, and he always banked on the people he played that trick on already being too tired to notice. "I… didn't serve you alcohol," he replied, slowly and carefully. If what he had just said didn't have an immediate sobering effect on Weiss, the ensuing silence certainly did. The pair stood, staring into each other for what felt like hours, but was really a minute.

Finally Weiss blinked, and closed her eyes in thought. "Hmm… you know what? Fuck it. I'm doing it anyway." And she swiftly turned on her heal and left.

Hei Xiong stared at the seat formerly occupied by Weiss and sighed. He hoped that he'd never see her, or the rest of her damned team again, but he also knew he'd never be that lucky. He also knew that if Weiss didn't spring Blondie out of the slammer, one of the other two would.

Blake was finding it hard to think of any time she has ever felt more conflicted about the situation. The only time she ever felt this way in recent memory was when she made the choice to betray the White Fang nearly year ago. Nothing had gone right in her mind that day, and she felt so betrayed by Adam's actions that she felt she had no choice but to betray the only friends and family she had ever known and run. She felt as betrayed by Yang's actions in the aftermath of her fight as she did when Adam started murdering the workers on that train.

But Adam, she now realized, was a cruel, inhumane man; which was ironic given the circumstances. Yang was a precious cinnamon roll. She was too good for this cruel world, too pure… wait no. That was Ruby, not Yang.

Blake shook her thoughts loose and tried to reset her train of thought once more. Her girlfriend's words still held fast in her mind. Ruby was right about Yang; what she did was way too out of character. Yang was the kind of person who would drop everything, no matter how important, to come help you out of any trouble, no matter how mundane. She was the motherly soul that held the team together when it was too much for their leader to handle. Precious cinnamon roll or not, Yang was far too kind-hearted to attack somebody unprovoked, never mind shatter a man's leg.

Of course, knowing, or at least believing in Yang's innocence was completely separate from doing something about it. Regardless of everything, Yang was currently in an Atlasian prison, and like Ruby said, there wasn't a thing that could be done about that.

"…or IS there?" she wondered out loud. Thinking briefly about it, she came up with a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea. Leaping off of Ruby's bed (which she now claimed as hers) she quickly rushed to her drawers and changed into her Intruder outfit. Hearing a sound at the door, she rushed to open and leap out the window instead of facing what would likely be awkward questioning. She loved Ruby with all of her heart, but she couldn't involve her in this.

Yang groaned as she paced inside her monotone, grey cell.

"Locked in jail..." Yang shook her head angrily. "This is such BS..." Yang muttered and mumbled to herself as she patrolled her "room". Yang's thoughts wandered from what happened at the stadium to her long journey to her jail cell where she now resided. "What if they can't clear my name?" Yang asked herself aloud as she walked around. "What if I don't even get a court case?" She dreaded as she took her steps. "I can't stay in here, what would dad think?" Yang's eyes turned red, "This is such BULL!" The blonde kicked her bed frame out of frustration, the bolted down metal frame cracked the concrete floor. Yang blinked blankly before she grinned. "Wait it out or punch out?" Yang smirked as she cracked her knuckles. "I've never been a patient person, though I think I can wait until tonight. It's probably safer." With that she sat down and waited. One way or the other she was leaving this cell.

AUTHOR'S NOTE (Aust): Merry Christmas everybody! We got you a new chapter.

One that I had expected to take longer, but, at least for my contributions, the words just flowed. I enjoyed writing this chapter, and despite everything Weiss' part was fun, and probably way to easy. Dunno if I should be concerned or not, to be honest. I've been sober for over two years, but alcohol is still able to inspire me. I also have no idea if Junior's in character here or not. I just wanted to include him. Poor dude just wants to run a nightclub.

I doubt I'll have another chapter before the New Year, but I've already got ideas. We'll see if Ms Adorkable is inspired at all.

Love, Asky

AUTHOR'S NOTE (Slayer): Hello our lovely readers,

Sorry for the somewhat short chapter but we're just getting started and have more to come.

Thank you for reading uwu

OMAKE:

Roman Torchwick paced his small cell. Shouldn't he be free by now? He saw the Blonde get marched past into a cell further on, which means the Red's little band of misfits should arrive soon to cause a ruckus… right?

Hello?

Roman Torchwick curled into a ball in the corner and cried. Everybody forgot about him again.