Chapter Seven
Allies
Yang envied the two women wrapped around her after she instinctively snapped awake at the crack of dawn. Her body groaned at the treatment, demanding more rest after her spar with Artemis yet her brain demanded her to move and get going for the day despite not having a set schedule yet. She wasn't, however, about to shake a century of ingrained training and petulantly fall back asleep.
She glanced down at her bedmates and sighed heavily. Blake, while keeping the facade of the emotionless machine up in public to help with her muteness, clung to her form just as tightly as Weiss did. Weiss edged her out for the coveted spot between her neck and her shoulder, greedily taking up all the available body space she could without laying on her entirely. Blake took what was left, throwing an arm around Weiss and gripping tightly onto her battle gear, something none of them took the effort to strip from before collapsing on the ramshackle bed they made on the floor.
If she really was a century old then her back would've been all sorts out of whack yet her renewed youth greatly dissuaded any old creaks plaguing her. Yes, even Hunters eventually ran into the issues of failing bodies where Aura could no longer offset brittle bones, inefficient organs, and a struggling immune system. Granted, she didn't expect to live past fifty and that was a generous estimate with the average Hunter dying at around thirty. Ruby accepted the grim statistic without blinking, the war killing too many of her possessions to make her question it. She eventually learned that going down the rabbit hole of enhanced bodies and tenacious Auras and Semblances resulted in lots of cancerous growth that Monty couldn't cure and she envied Ruby's ability to ignore all the extra chaff that came with the job.
As much as she understood Ruby cared for her people, the Hunter corps always had a steady population of somewhere around ten thousand, a magic number that kept them away from the greater public eyes with their numerical strength, and just numerous enough to secure their borders and give them the ability to deploy as smaller strike squads. She attributed it to just another of the quirks the rightful Commanders absorbed in their roles.
Weiss did not appreciate any movement on her part and, despite not waking up, it still took a few minutes to dislodge her hands and place them somewhere she could slip out. She glanced over to Blake to begin the monumental task again only to run into a pair of amused amber eyes with corresponding cat ears lazily flicking back and forth. She huffed dramatically and gently extracted herself from Weiss's hold by slipping up through the gap she made. Her gear was near pristine after a quick sniff, just as she left it before she presumed she died in her sleep, moving from her quarters in Beacon to her ship between her two instances of consciousness.
She stripped from her gear, folding it neatly, and placed it into her cubby, rummaging about until she found her more casual set of clothing and donning a pair of reinforced leggings and tee that could stop small caliber bullets and knives. Hmm, she didn't even remember buying them for herself, one day showing up as part of her kit and replacing her other set of casual clothing. Pyrrha cared about her that way despite both of them wearing at least enough Aura on their skin to stop a charging Alpha Creep. Blake appreciated the show, glancing backward and shuffling onto the warm spot she left on the mattress. Weiss curled up shamelessly and subconsciously into her, still trapped in her nightmare realm.
She didn't move while she slept yet she did make noises, quiet whimpers and moans coiling from her throat to betray the nightmares based on her memories. Blake could only hold her tight and shush her, unwilling to wake her from her deep sleep and rob her body of her rest and hoping she could massage the pain away. She traced the scars cracking along her arms, deep red trenches carved into her skin and muscle, taking care to note the micro-fractures along her hands where her Aura passed into the glyph. The same cracks littered the rest of her body where the major paths of her Aura network flowed so similar to the scars Ruby wore yet so much worse, likely interfering with her muscles and already choking the amount of Aura she could use before they flared up.
Yang slipped around them towards the rear ramp and eyed the assassin warily. Unlike Weiss, she did not bear the scars of her last technique, every cell in her body partially converted into energy and detonated with enough force to level a district. There wasn't enough time after the explosion to imprint a memory of the technique on her, leaving her with just the knowledge and feeling of inexplicable power for the brief moment before it obliterated everything.
That was not an easy burden to bear, especially as she didn't know what prompted the Supernova. Capture with definite torture at the hands of the White Fang came to mind immediately, Blake the weakest of them in direct combat. If her initial assassination against Adam failed and she was pulled into a protracted battle with the Fang, she would lose. The knowledge of what Ruby went through at their hands those many years ago didn't fill her with any joy. She also didn't think the Fang had a doomsday device ready to go, one only she could counter with her own detonation. Her usual tact of dealing with mental issues like a wrecking ball wouldn't do, potentially sending her into a comatose fit.
She shivered at the memory of her therapist and the decade spent at Monty.
The bright rising sun made her wince at the shift from the dark, marveling at the luck of their resurrection onto a habitable planet. The flora was almost exactly the same though she didn't expect to see the unique red of the Forever Falls anywhere. The camp around her wasn't awake in the slightest save for the night watch she spotted in the trees through the twilight shade. She made several assumptions as she walked through the tents in her quest to find some sort of cafeteria or mess hall, or rather, tent hall. With less than thirty of these Hunters of Artemis, she grimaced at that thought, unable to apply the reserved term to this band of people, either the population of this world was incredibly small or they were an incredibly effective special ops force.
With how they marveled at her spar with their goddess yesterday, she judged her first guess more accurate.
Eventually, she stumbled across a large open canopy tent with a few collapsible picnic tables strewn about with Artemis sitting at one all alone, sipping caffeine goodness from a mug. She blearily acknowledged her through half-lidded eyes, tired from her ordeal of doing nightly duties as the apparent Moon Goddess of this dimension. Gods or not, all of the ones she ran into really only used the term at the behest of their followers and really should've been referred to as 'massively overpowered individuals'.
Neo notwithstanding 'cause she was fairly confident she could commit genocide at a mere moment and powered her immortality purely on ice cream.
She didn't see any table offering any breakfast so sat down across the older woman, drumming her fingers patiently across the metal surface. Artemis sat quietly, drinking every so often but making no effort to converse until her empty mug clinked loudly. "You are a very confusing mortal."
Yang raised an eyebrow at the fighting words, chalking it up to said immortal dealing with a mortal newcomer that could rival her on the field. "And you are a goddess." She replied succinctly. "Not the first we've met or the first I've seen die but you are the first I've seen that will fight with someone instead of sending their minions."
"Yes, Zoë mentioned her conversation with you on your… plane…" She trailed off, gesturing in the vague direction of their craft. "You are an oddity within a world that's already abnormal compared to the mortal world. You're older than the average demigod yet no one has ever heard of you and you in return know nothing of my world. You possess enough strength and speed to fight me yet you bleed red. That alone makes you incredibly rare."
"You mean, an asset?" Yang blundered through to the point she was trying to make, catching her startled expression and chuckling. "I was a military commander for over 9,000 people where power decided your ranking. It doesn't offend me that you think of me as someone that can help your band of girls. I didn't survive nearly a century in charge without thinking of the costs and benefits of my actions. Granted, I only have to take care of two others, but we suddenly find ourselves in a strange world we know nothing about and a goddess who might need my service." She grinned widely.
"You don't look to be a hundred." Artemis dryly responded, flicking her wrist and making breakfast appear in front of her. "The table is enchanted to deliver what you ask for. Your leader… is she the one granting you longevity? Zoë mentioned she apparently killed two other gods before her own demise." She asked, watching in amazement as Yang summoned several plates of food, much more than she expected to start off the day.
"Maybe." Yang shrugged, taking a large spoonful of peanut butter mixed with oatmeal and snacking on it. "Though she was born human, she eventually amassed quite a bit of power in her short reign as my predecessor. She died once but a mutual friend resurrected her, only for her to kill both the friend and two other pesky gods that interfered with her plans, killing herself in the process." The wince that plagued her for years after Prune deadened into a dull squeak. A small part of her still thought of the entire operation as treason yet she knew in her heart of hearts that Ruby needed saving from herself in the end.
Artemis blinked several times to clear her mind after her words registered, wondering just what exactly the Fates had brought before her. Humans didn't just acquire powers throughout their lifespan. "Resurrections are not a domain easily trifled with and there are many safeguards and rules preventing gods from reaching into the Underworld to pluck a soul from my Uncle Hades' grip. He's one of the few gods to take his duty seriously and combined with Thanatos, the God of Death, no one has ever successfully escaped back into life."
"I don't know how she did it but she did." Yang shrugged, gauging her reaction from the goddess seated across her. The surprise resurrection of Ruby just before the invasion conflicted her, part of her pissed at Neo for violating the rules of life and death, relieved Ruby was there to lead them instead of her, and ecstatic she had returned in the first place. She half believed the entire affair was one of Neo's illusions if it wasn't for the decades of silence from the known gods of Remnant.
Save for Neo taking petty revenge on her after summoning her with ice cream, tying her up as payback for revealing their history to the public, and letting it all melt. If looks could kill at that moment, she was fairly sure she, along with the entire eastern half of Vale, would ignite under her fury. Her return revenge was much more sinister, a subtle stab at what first placed her on Yang's radar, gifting Beacon several movies she created using her Semblance to recreate the many black missions RWBY took during the war.
In vivid 8k with gruesome sound.
"I can't think of any goddesses with the power to resurrect people on command without Hades or Thanatos throwing a fit and bringing their grievances to the Olympian Council, the ruling body of the Greek world." She explained for her benefit, struggling to remember what other beings could freely pull people from the beyond. One Primordial perhaps had the rumored strength to bypass Hades' security, Tartarus, yet it mostly kept to itself, content with its control over the vast majority of the Underworld. Even near faded, Hades didn't dare challenge it.
"Keep my secrets and I'll work with you." She offered, moving to her second plate and devouring it with gusto. "I've no intention of bowing to a ruling body that knows nothing about my team, but I'm willing to work with your team. Whether that involves just an exchange of information or not depends on what you're willing to give me." She pulled out her scroll, Artemis identifying it as an electronic device and immediately stopping her from activating it.
"Any use of a phone or similar device to place outgoing calls or communications is like bait to any monster within a few miles."
"I'm simply pulling out dossiers on my team. They are stored on the ship's servers though and I will handle anything that dares walk into your borders. I doubt many creatures can threaten me if I can hold my own against you." Artemis hesitantly nodded, willing to trust her enough and put this alliance she wanted with her to the test. She still sat on the edge of her seat and glanced to the treeline surrounding them, yet accepted the three profiles. "First off, both of my teammates require mental and physical therapy to recuperate after our last engagement. Until they're cleared for service again, I will perform their duties." She pointed to the profiles on the scroll. "My team is versed in taking black op missions, mostly dealing with first response and search and destroys but has experience with reconnaissance and counter-terrorism. For most of my fireteam's existence, we've taken only the highest level of missions, almost all of them rated with a high risk of death or capture. Until Weiss and Blake return to form, however, I'm keeping us to protection detail and recon only."
Artemis touched the device Yang handed her and marveled at the technology packed within the transparent screen. Of course, she'd seen what mortals could create, transfixed by the hundreds of televisions blaring advertisements whenever she went to Times Square or by the shiny computers in the Apple HQ near Central Park. Though she greatly enjoyed the contained wilderness in the middle of the city, she couldn't help but admire how mortals dealt with their lack of magic. The paper on the transparent screen was filled with information on the blonde juggernaut, listing her full name hinting at some Asian influence, a date of birth with a year she couldn't decipher, and mission record with locations she'd never heard of, ratings she'd never heard of, and descriptions that unsettled her: the clinical language describing engagement with body counts in the dozens if not hundreds.
She made note of the black S under her rank, finding the same letters listed on her teammates. Other than the anomalous white hair on one of them and the feline characteristics on the other, none of them had any obvious parentage to them, denying any godly heritage and claiming mortal parents. They were improbabilities with the gross power one of them showed and the other's claimed and while she couldn't claim any worldly knowledge, she was fairly sure there weren't any places called 'Atlas' or 'Menagerie'. Still, she had no reason to turn them away, not when she had an annoying twin with the convenient domains of truth and medicine.
"I can't pretend to understand the modern military and its documents but let's talk about what we want from each other." She returned the device and steepled her fingers together, letting her silver eyes pierced into her curious crimson. "You obviously don't need protection but I offer it all the same along with healing once I call my brother down from the sun. Mental therapy doesn't really exist in our world but I'll ask him to help you. Beyond that, I can offer food, board, and a point of contact with the Greek world. This comes with an oath of loyalty and services in return for my blessing that makes you stronger and faster than the average demigod and gives longevity." Yang watched her smirk saucily, unable to not compare those pools of moonlight to the cursed silver of Ruby's from so long ago.
"No one is swearing an oath to you. We know nothing about you other than a thin veneer of civility and I'm not giving you the equivalent of walking nukes to you without some assurances." Artemis scoffed at that, insulted that she thought she had that much power within her, her breath catching when she noticed the rolling purple tinge of energy in her eyes. "If you want my services, then we have a trade. I need medical attention and information, and you want someone that can match you protecting your girls. I can, however, give you my word I will never openly betray you and will tell you to your face if I disagree with a decision."
"You hurt my girls and I will kill yours without losing a wink of sleep." Yang held her gaze and felt her godly pressure build behind her, not up to the point where it could cripple a recruit but definitely noticeable among the din of the forest around them. She released the control on her Aura coils and matched her output, the air around her igniting in sparks as her eyes shifted into a haunting purple. Another curiosity surrounding the blonde. She cocked her head and nodded, gauging the goddess and deeming her worthy before slapping the table and summoning a bottle of clear liquor with two shot glasses.
"Good." She poured a shot of the alcohol with a smile and slid it over to the supremely confused Artemis, pouring herself one and setting aside the bottle. Raising it in a toast, she mimicked her, clinking it against hers and slamming it back. She recoiled at the harsh taste of the clear poison, a word of warning on her lips before she devolved into a coughing fit. That shouldn't have been possible, not with the restrictions Hephaestus placed on the table. Yang joined her and their combined coughing filled the air in a cacophony. "What- the hell- is this?"
"You shouldn't- have been able to- summon from Dionysus'- stock." Artemis waved her hand and a glass of water appeared in her hand, chugged desperately to abate the burn scorching from her tongue to her stomach. Yang didn't follow her tactic, the smell of burnt ozone coalescing around them and her eyes glowing in vivid, blinding amethyst. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes up, the purple gradually disappearing and returning to crimson.
"You know, you gods have helluva powerful drinks." She slammed a fist on her chest, clearing the potent alcohol. "Ooooof, damn. That felt like a bottle of ethanol. Greek parties must really bop and turn into crazy blackouts." To Artemis' disgusted shock, she poured herself another one, coughing slightly as it burned on its way down but way more prepared for it this time around. She could celebrate successfully negotiating an alliance with their first point of contact in this strange new world. The different stars around them frightened a part of her, enough to keep her on edge to threaten this goddess into working with her. In return for protecting her girls, a duty she was intimately familiar with, and getting her team what they needed.
It certainly helped that Artemis was easy on the eyes and didn't know how to properly react to her compliments without dissolving into a blushing mess but that came with time, something the goddess had in spades.
She poured the auburn haired woman another drink after grabbing her shot glass, ignoring her protestations. Whoever this Dionysus was, they knew how to make a drink and she wasn't going to set aside the first thing that didn't require a barrel of it to affect her, requiring her to partially deconstruct it or risk alcohol poisoning. Straight ethanol also got her going but risked ripping through her throat and stomach with its potency. This weird liquid she asked the table for after trying to nonverbally request it. She did not know its name yet but if it could send this so-called goddess into a coughing fit, it certainly warranted another gander.
"Drink." She poured herself one and lined her digestive tract with Aura to keep the burn away. "My celebration custom is to get stupid drunk. Pretty sure it's a custom with every human being and yes, I'm putting you in that category. Two arms, two legs, two eyes, gold blood but close enough." She raised her glass high. "To a working relationship." She slammed the drink back, wincing as she forgot to protect her mouth. "And maybe a different kind of relationship."
Artemis's cheeks flushed into a deep gold, Yang chuckling merrily at her misfortune. Goddesses and mortals couldn't escape her good looks and shameless mouth. The dawn lightened around them as she focused inward, keeping tight control on the alcohol levels seeping into her bloodstream, annihilating the molecules when their concentration rose to a critical mass.
That was how Zoë, Blake, and Weiss found them, laughing rambunctiously enough to wake the camp and the next country over. Blake, used to dealing with Ruby's sometimes volatile ideas, barely blinked, snagging the bottle of alcohol and sniffing it. Weiss, seeing her physically recoil in disgust at its potency after surviving Ruby's rescue, strode up to her leader, whacked her on the head, and promptly realized her shields were about as thick as Nora after leg day, whining at the brief burst of pain in her wrist.
"Ow," Yang remarked, more to console the small woman at her ineffective methods than actual pain. "You're about as violent as I remember."
"And your alcohol tolerance is still legendary." Weiss deadpanned, placing a hand on Yang's collarbone and sending a pulse of her Semblance into her body to hijack hers and purge her body entirely. Yang groaned at the process, mouth drying as she underwent the accelerated process of a hangover. A jug of water materialized on the table for a moment until Blake massacred it with a throwing knife, sending water spilling everywhere. Yang threw it right back, muttering under her breath about twitchy Hunters and summoning another pitcher to drain dry.
Blake did not like the summoning table, poking it as if it would explode at a moment's notice, sniffing it for good measure but only detecting clean metal. The laughter of Yang's breakfast partner rocketed her nearly a foot into the air, the hair on her neck standing straight up and her ears swiveling at every single noise the camp generated around them. The goddess sniggered at her reaction, devolving into giggles with a golden flush spread across her cheeks.
Standing with a stagger, she barely stumbled around the table and sized up her white-haired guest. Greatly violating her personal space, she played with her hair and measured her height, looking down to stare at her brilliant blue eyes. Weiss didn't back down from her inappropriate staring, gazing right back at the silver eyes that haunted her every dream. Artemis smiled widely at that, picking her up and swinging her around in a wide circle.
Yang intercepted the twitchy Blake from dismembering the tipsy Artemis, releasing a ribbon from her forearm and twisting her arm behind her back. She grinned widely when she hissed in response, unable to leverage her augmented strength when Yang lifted her in turn and trapped her in a hug.
"She's sooooo cute." Zoë twitched violently when Artemis squealed loudly, a few arrows falling from her thigh quiver when she rushed forward. Weiss lay limply in her hold, unable to stagger through the cloud of surprise fallen upon her. She didn't quite understand why this strange woman Yang trusted enough to get drunk around without disintegrating it immediately was swinging her around with abandon but she had enough rationale to realize she had no hope in overpowered drunk strength if she could match Yang in combat. "No wonder you still love her. She's like a teddy bear."
"Xiao-Long. Why is my lady drunk?" Zoë's voice froze the team in place as she extracted Weiss from Artemis's hold and dumped her in Yang's arms, Blake getting set aside hard on her ass. It took some work to pry her arms apart, her lady fascinated with Weiss and squeezing her tightly, but she managed to free the human mascot. Artemis gave her no respite however, teleporting violently over to Blake and picking up the Faunus to subject her to the same treatment. She specifically avoided touching her ears much to her delighted surprise but hugged her all the same. "And you. You don't have anything to worry about. She loves you just as much." Blake did actually freeze in her hold, curling inwards on herself. "Just smile some more. She says you're really pretty when you smile."
Zoë facepalmed, groaning at the damage control she needed to perform before the rest of her sister's woke up. Already a few of her more morning attuned sisters poked their heads out to question the noise they were making.
"You still love me?" Yang's heart broke when she heard what Weiss asked in a diminutive whisper, audible just enough to reach her ears. She tightened her hold over the treasure she lost over a century ago to her own abilities, so damn loyal to a dead Commander and the people she swore to protect she burned her body to ashes to take out three Primordials, turning back the twilight for a few minutes as her Railgun accelerated to a zenith. More than the lights, the terrible screech of the superheated Aura as it rent through the air haunted her nightmares.
"Of course she does." Artemis chirped with Blake fairly comatose in a bridal carry.
"Of course I do," Yang assured and shushed her, kissing the crown of her head and swaying her gently. "Did you really think I stopped loving you because I moved on?" Weiss stared up at her with blue baleful eyes. She clung tight to Yang's shirt, whimpering as her last living memory played out in her mind, the pain of her Aura ripping backward through her channels and decimating her nerve ends to leave her numb to the world. Yang's whisper brought her back to the real world, "Blake made me live after the Invasion but you kept me alive until the end."
The tension in her body melted away but Yang suspected it was going to be a chronic condition with her for a long time.
"Aren't they so cute!" Artemis clapped happily, Zoë doing her best to melt Yang with her gaze. She sighed heavily after realizing she wasn't like the other demigods that cowered at her mere presence. The title of Hunter Lieutenant of Artemis meant nothing to these recently initiated mortals and their gender protected them from her lady's wrath. Though, seeing her so happy, even in her adult form, threw a spin to her mood. Her lady didn't make friends and she was one of them on account of the millennia they spent together. Yang and these other women could be good for her. They were physically older than every other Hunter and didn't have the same bias against the other gender, creating a liaison they could use whenever they ran into others.
Combined with Apollo and her, her lady might stand a chance of making a social circle.
And yes, Weiss and Yang did make a rather cute couple and it confirmed her creeping suspicion about their relationship. No, it didn't disgust or freak her out like the majority of the population did when faced with a homosexual couple. She was born and raised in ancient Greece after all and that society had vastly different definitions of gay than today's America. That, of course, went hand in hand with why her oath to Artemis was slightly altered than what every other Hunter swore under.
The concept of virginity originally came from whichever partner bottomed and applied to male couples rather than the purity of a woman. The definition of the word was transformed and lost when the conservative patriarchy of the Church came in and assimilated them along with most of Europe. Artemis refused her multiple requests to smite the Vatican and pepper their clergy with arrows, retreating to her shrines hidden under the Mist.
The mortal world believed Artemis was a chaste virgin, depicting her surrounded by nubile young women and deer, bathed in moonlight in a secluded glade of vibrant flora. She struggled hard not to roll her eyes at the heterosexual male researchers that dared call themselves experts on Greek mythology. Technically, by the original definition of the word, she was a virgin but the greater world wasn't ready to know that with only Apollo and her knowing otherwise.
It wouldn't protect her from her wrath however.
"Milady, we're supposed to move to the East Coast today." Artemis spun around to face her Lieutenant, smiling widely despite her icy tone. She cocked her head to the side and asked what the problem was, shaking slightly as the alcohol inhibited her functions. "It's a 2,000 mile hike and we only have a few hours to get there. We need your magic to get us there and we're not getting there with you barely able to stand."
"Whoops." She giggled, uncaring of the circumstances. Yang, however, felt bad she had ruined their plans for the day and resolved to help them out. Her celebration of their new alliance went over well as she could deconstruct anything, something she overlooked and expected a goddess to be able to do. This Dionysus she mentioned must've been a god of alcohol or something to knock someone like her out for the loop.
Placing Weiss onto a seat, she rescued Blake from grievously injuring Artemis, placing her by Weiss's side. She immediately grabbed hold of her hand and clung to it with a desperate fervor, glancing at the immortal being she saw die in her arms just before her explosive ending. Nothing made much sense in this new world, her startling resurrection snapping her from one consciousness to the next, still trapped in the same body as always with the same old and new scars. Weiss's body crumbled into ash yet here she was, a physical human she could touch and interact with it. The pain of it all only confirmed her reality rather than let her believe in this living dream.
Yang made less sense than everything else, somehow surviving everything and coming right back to them. She didn't fault her taste in Pyrrha and certainly understood why she made an overture to Artemis on her physical attractiveness alone. Beyond that, she was a source of information they could extort in return for their services. That much she trusted Yang to accomplish, drinking on incredibly rare occasions.
On the other hand, Yang handled potential authority about as well as Ruby respected the rules of war, tossing the goddess over her shoulder and sprinting to the edge of the camp. Artemis could barely protest between her giggles before Yang threw her into the river. The other Hunters reacted similarly to how she expected Ruby's most devoted would, drawing and sending arrows at the blonde that dared assault their mistress. Zoë ordered them to stand down, more exasperated than angry at their treatment. With her ridiculously inebriated state, the cold river water would hopefully shock Lady Artemis from her stupor.
Yang dove in with a cannonball right after, fishing around for her and dragging the both of them to shore. She cared little for her wet clothes, Weiss and Blake eyeing her form in appreciation and admiring how everything clung to her rippling muscles. She knew what she had, blatantly flashing her form in obvious poses much to their delight and Zoë's mounting dismay. Artemis gasped for air out of reflex more than a real need, unable to die from pedantic drowning. She couldn't muster the anger to spit words at her attacker, crudely flipping her off.
Zoë helped her to a stand but was more than aware the quick bath would only slightly help her lady and would do nothing to return her inhibitions but time. Even Apollo couldn't wave his hand and magic a hangover away.
"I see you're slightly more awake." Yang flung her hair about quickly, carding her fingers through it before tying it in a high ponytail. She measured the camp around them, judging how much everything would weigh. "There's like twenty of you, right?" Zoë nodded, fearing what she had planned for their troupe. "Pack up, get in my ship, and we'll go flying. And maybe I'll even let you fly."
Zoë disappeared in a vibrating whirlwind, leaving Yang to deal with her mistress.
AN: I know it's been more than a month but I've been swamped with work so it's means I'm doing something right. I'm a streaming producer so I get to press butyons behind the scene. It's not constant work but it's work that I love. No worries though about my writing stopping anything soon 'cause I love it. As long as I keep getting your fantastic reviews as I live on them.