Author notes: Finally done with these three chapters, Hooray! I named these one's disclosure and affirmations to try and have a word play for D.N.A… Ha-ha, see if you can figure out why? Aside from that, we're going back to Blake after this for a while but don't worry. Yang-a-rang will make an appearance again… eventually. Anyhow as per usual likes and comments are much appreciated and yeah I guess, enjoy?
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all creditability and ownership of the following scenarios and characters goes to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.
Yang's breathing hitched as she heard the sickening noise of flesh being cut open and the distinctive thud of blood hitting snow, yet somehow she didn't feel the physical pain. Petrified, Yang remained still for a minute. What's happened? Was she dead? Returning to her senses upon realising that something was wrong, she slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head, feeling a terrifying sense of déjà vu at what she saw. The ursa was stood on its back hind legs mere metres in front of her; the beast poised to strike but this time there was no rabid red glow in it's now dead eyes. Awe-struck, Yang could do nothing as the seconds passed and the Grimm's body started to lean forwards about to plummet into the soft snow when, with a soft gust of wind the monster started to disintegrate into black remnants. The remains scattering up unto the sky revealing a tall, dark figure in black standing in front of Yang.
For a few fleeting seconds Yang was taken back in time to initiation day, when she had, like the other initiates been flung into the emerald forest. It was where Yang realised that she had been wrong, the girl in front of her wasn't a lost cause. In fact she was anything but. The girl that stood before Yang then was beautiful: her luscious onyx hair, gorgeous figure and that killer smirk were to die for. Back at Beacon it kept Yang up on more than one or two occasions at night just thinking about it. Even now Blake hadn't changed physically and Yang still thought she was gorgeous, but the thing that she liked most about the girl physically, aside from her smirk and ears was the way her vibrant amber eyes seemed to hold the fire of the sun itself. To Yang the girl was almost too good to be true, like a perfect fragment of a flawless dream. However, like all the sweetest dreams, it was all over too soon… It was time for Yang to wake up.
Rubbing her blurry red eyes with her left hand Yang's vision shifted like it was subjected to a hallucination-like mirage. The figure before her shifted into focus, and one thing was very certain. It wasn't Blake. It was the woman from the train: Her mother.
Yang immediately pushed herself up onto her knees. She always thought that she would have a million questions in this moment but her mind was drawing blanks. This was her, this was Raven. What should she say? Would she stick around this time? Why was she here now? Yang didn't know the answers so she just knelt there, staring at her mother with a conflicted expression written on her face. She wanted to thank her, to talk to her but there was a lifetimes worth of rage building under her gratitude. This was the woman who started it all. She was the first to say goodbye.
It was Raven who surprisingly made the first move. Yang watched her like a hawk as she reached up and removed her Grimm mask revealing red eyes and messy dark locks styled similar to her own blonde ones. As stupid as it sounds, it frightened Yang how much they looked alike. Heck, she's pretty sure that's exactly what she would look like herself if she ever went through an emo phase. Her irrational thoughts however, were immediately banished as Raven stepped closer confidently. "Yang, we have a lot to talk about…"
Yang didn't blink once as Raven came closer until she was standing directly in front of her. "…But it can't be here." She outstretched her hand to Yang, before she continued. "I'm here to help you Yang, but you've got to be willing to give me a chance. It's time you knew the truth." Yang looked at her mother's outstretched hand with doubt. Once again questioning the reality of the situation, maybe she really had died moments ago and this was her eternal punishment. However as her gaze shifted to her mother's stern and burning eyes all hesitation disappeared within a single heartbeat. She grabbed Raven's hand and used her mother's strong hold to pull herself up, now standing eye to eye with her. "Wise choice."
Still holding her daughters left hand in her own Raven unsheathed her sword with her right hand. With lightning quick, practised motions she carved a pattern into the frosty air, summoning a blood red portal. Yang unintentionally stiffened at the action and squeezed her mother's hand tighter. What was happening? What was she doing? She looked back at Raven, who at some point had started scowling at her. "This is your one and only warning Yang. If you come with me, you will not be returning until I deem you worthy enough." The authority if her voice unnerved Yang. "What does that mean?" she questioned in a stronger voice than she had been expecting. Ravens immediate answer startled her. "It means you won't be the same person you are now when you come back." What the heck does that mean? Yang averted her look from her mother into the surrounding woods. Her uncertainties started clawing they're way back, Was this the right thing to do?
"Time to go." Raven insisted all too soon as she monitored her daughter, noticing her hesitation. "Do you trust me Yang? Because I promise you that I will give you all the answers you seek and I will make sure that no one will ever be able to hurt you again. Not the grimm, not your enemies and not even Blake or Adam." Yang instantly tensed her body and began growling "What do you know-""Not here." Raven aggressively cut her off. They stared at each other with rage filled impatience until Yang made up her mind. "Fine. Lead the way." Her mother turned towards the portal gripping Yang's hand exceptionally tight. "Just don't let go until I say so." She commanded before stepping inside the portal, leading Yang to join her.However, Yang paused briefly. All of her instincts were screaming for her to let go…. Sure Raven had saved her twice now, but did she trust her? Hell no. Everything was just too convenient. It would be best to leave Raven in the past and move on. She still had Blake, right?
Thinking about her partner, Yang realised that she needed Blake and she knew that there was a time when Blake had needed her. But that version of herself that Blake needed, was not the person she was right now. If she wanted Blake, she needed to pick herself up again instead of staying as this hollow shell of a person, and she knew Raven could help her do that. With a deep breath and a new sense of purpose. Yang stepped into the portal, still gripping her mother's hand as she felt the darkness consume her.