Author's Note: Hey all! This is being posted a little later then intended. This was supposed to be done Tuesday night, but I was on a hot date for my and my wife's two year anniversary. But you guys have it now!

On a side not, as of his posting I have officially cracked 100k words posted since I started writing in January. In the last six months I could have written a novel but instead I have been writing for you all. And I don't regret it! I hope you all enjoy this next chapter!

Be assured that this ship shall be called Catfight, oh reader mine, for you have not studied this chapter yet.

The next few weeks went by with a very promising air to them. Yang had gotten a callback for a second interview with Fall Factories and the insurance company called about her motorcycle. Since Yang had attached the police report to prove that her bike was damaged in a hit and run by a vandal who remained uncaught , the uninsured motorist property damage clause meant that the repairs were taken care of quickly and the deductible was waived; she had gotten her bike back two days ago. On top of that, she was enjoying the part time work at the coffee shop that Neon operated. The income allowed her to take small dates with Neon or hang out with Blake somewhere around town.

Her relationship with Neon continued to bud as time went on as did her friendship with Blake. But, due to school work and jobs, she didn't get to see either of them as often as she would have liked. On top of that, both girls seemed to be a little keen on avoiding each other, but neither made a big deal about it. Usually, when Neon would come over, Blake would excuse herself and hole up in her bedroom, citing the need for quiet in order to read or relax. She was rarely alone though, at times when neither of the girls were there with her, one of cats usually kept her company.

Following the same procedure she created when she first found Shadow, Yang made sure to put up missing cat posters around the area she had found Flame. After a week, and no calls claiming the diminutive orange cat, Yang decided that she would be keeping her as well. Flame seemed to be quite happy about the arrangement and, like Shadow, also showed a high level of affection towards the blonde and no one else.

Humming lightly to herself, Yang started to get ready for the day. Neon was supposed to be coming over to hang out and they were going to hang out around the apartment. Yang was hoping that she could persuade Blake to join them for once and try to bond with the redheaded faunus. It would make her life even better if the two of them could spend time with her together. Searching all over for her room for her favorite sweatshirt she continued to get ready for the day. It was an unseasonably cool day outside and that chill permeated the apartment building as the aging heating systems had broken down earlier in the week. Settling for, and donning, a different sweatshirt, Yang made her way out to the living room to await the arrival of her energetic friend. To be honest, Yang didn't quite know where they stood, they were definitely more than friends and shared a few more romantic moments together and were definately dating, but Neon seemed hesitant on pushing the relationship forward at more than a crawl.

Walking into the living room, the blonde found her missing sweatshirt. She had left it in the living room and found it upon her rather attractive roommate.

"Hey, Blakey!" She announced as she flopped down on the couch next to calm girl.

Blake looked up from the book she was currently reading. The neck of the sweatshirt was pulled up over her mouth, and her black tresses obscured most of her face, making it so only her nose and bright amber eyes were visible. As always, Blake was wearing a bow in her hair, though her bow today was orange. She seemed to own dozens of various sizes and colors and rotated them based on her mood and attire.

"Hello, Yang." She casually responded, pulling the sweatshirt down to reveal her mouth. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing your sweatshirt. I got cold and wasn't feeling up to getting one from my room."

"Nah, it's fine." The blonde gave her a goofy smile. "Looks good on you. Oh, you remember that Neon is coming over, right? I really want you to stay out here and try to get along with her."

"For you, I will." Blake responded without hesitation.

Yang knew she could take the other girl at her words. In the past month since Blake had been living there, she had several fellow students over to study for upcoming tests and work on school papers and projects. With every interaction that Yang had observed between Blake and her colleagues, she had noticed one thing; Blake never gave her full attention to people. She was always reading a book or writing something down. But, every time Yang spoke with her, the bookworm would always turn and give her full attention. It was a quiet, and easy to miss gesture, but it made Yang feel special. It was the same way she felt when Neon showered her with her own form of energetic attention. She was happy to have two such good friends, but she desperately wanted them to get along.

"Thanks!" Yang sang back and she leaned over to give her roommate a quick hug. "She should be here soon."

The tall girl leaned back into the couch while Blake went back to reading her book, huddled into the borrowed hoodie. After a few moments of staring at the roof, Yang heard the sound she had been waiting for, footsteps approaching the door before the click of a key being inserted into the lock. Yang lurched to her feet and spread her arms out wide as the door opened and Neon walked in.

"Neon!" The blonde cheered.

"Yang…" The faunus' voice trailed off as her eyes glanced over to where Blake was sitting clad in Yang's hoodie.

Setting her bag down and puffing her cheeks out indignantly, Neon stomped forward to where Yang was standing. Her tail whipped back and forth as she grabbed the front of Yang's sweatshirt with both hands and pulled blonde down to deliver a strong kiss to the lips. After the brief display of romance, she continued her march out of the living room, down the hallway, and into Yang's room where she forcefully shut the door.

"Uh…" Yang rubbed the back of her head nervously. "I should probably go check on her, right?"

Blake merely nodded her head at the blonde and continued to watch with amusement. Yang took several deep breaths and turned to follow Neon when, to her surprise, the bedroom door flew open again and the faunus tramped back through living room before sitting down on the end of the couch opposite of Blake. Instead of the clothes she walked into the room with, she was now wearing a set of Yang's sweatpants and sweatshirt, both many sizes too big for her. The sight of the diminutive girl showing so much attitude while wearing clothes that swallowed her frame was unbelievably cute.

"No." Neon scolded Yang as she moved to hug her. "You don't get a hug until you set that up."

Yang followed the direction that Neon was pointing until she noticed the bag that Neon had set down.

"You keep talking about wanting a gaming console. I was thinking about bringing mine over, but I decided to get you your own." She continued to speak as Yang walked over to inspect the bag.

The taller girl gasped as she opened it up to see several boxes containing the game console, controllers, and a few games; many of which she had played before and was itching to play again.

"I hope you like it. I was worried that you would tell me no so I went and did it anyways but then I realized that I didn't know exactly what games you liked since you only ever mentioned certain titles and not genres so I took a guess and picked up what they had on sale and made sure to get an extra controller so we could play together." Neon rambled on without taking a breath, her attitude changing from her previously disgruntled appearance to a softer demeanor.

"I love it." Yang smiled back as she opened the boxes. "It'll will only take a second to set this up."

"I know!" The small girl responded cheerfully. "With the two controllers, I made sure to get games that allow for local co-op so we could play together here."

"Actually there are three controllers."

"What?"

"Yeah, one came in box with the console." Yang happily explained as she set all three controllers on the coffee table in front of the couch. "That means Blake can join us too! You're both ok with that, right?"

"Yeah, sure." Blake answered with an even tone as she set her book down.

"Why not?" Neon sighed shortly afterwards, pulling her legs under her and letting her tail coil in her lap as she watched Yang finish setting up the console, silently cursing her own stupidity.

"Alright!" Yang cheered, turning both the console and TV on before taking her place on the couch between the two other girls. "Dibs on player one!"

"Aww…" Neon teased the taller girl with a playful pout. "But I'm the guest."

"I'll arm wrestle you for it."

"No…" The faunus leaned onto Yang's shoulder. "I'll take player three then, that way I don't have to move."

"What game are we playing?" Blake inquired from the other side of the blonde.

"Oh, an olderish game." Yang replied, turning to look at Blake. "Essentially we play as a group of mercenaries who travel to another world to find a mythical vault that is rumored to be full of treasure. It's a fast pace run-and-gun shooter with fun sense of humor."

Neon began to purr lightly into Yang's shoulder as the opening cinematic played. It wasn't long until they reached character selection. Yang's choice was obvious, there was one character in her mind worth playing and it was the giant meathead who had a proclivity to forgo weapons and punch things to death. After asking a few questions on the character play styles, the two other girls chose their characters without much argument.

Normally, when Yang tried to play with any of her, or Ruby's, friends back in Vale there was always a disagreement over who got to play the one female character in the game and whether or not it was ok to have multiple players of one character. But, thankfully, Blake chose the sniper character instead, while Neon chose the speedy plane-shifting girl. Everything started off smoothly and Yang had high hopes that her two friends would get along, but it didn't last long.

"Don't take all the health packs! I needed that!"

"Why didn't you help me up? I was down right next to you!"

"Hey! That sniper rifle should have been mine, I'm the sniper."

"Could you not shoot the explosive barrels next to me?"

"You need to share the loot with all of us!"

Yang gripped her controller in increasing frustration and the two other girls started making more and more aggravated snips at each other.

"That's enough." Yang growled, pausing the game and slamming her controller down on the table in front of her. "You two need to get along."

"Not my fault cats are territorial." Blake quipped in an annoyed tone, crossing her arms.

"Blake!" The engineer gasped at her roommates callous statement. "That was uncalled for."

"It's fine, Yang." The faunus place her hand on her girlfriend's arm and smiled at the concerned look she received. "No really, it is. Blake, why don't you take off your bow?"

"No." Blake's eyes hardened.

"Come on, Blakey." Neon sneered lightly. "I am just trying to help you out."

"I don't need your help."

"Ok…"

The lack of continued response from Neon concerned Yang as she usually wasn't one to back down from an argument with other people. Then she saw it. Neon coiled up like a spring, looking like Flame did when she teased the cat with a laser pointer. Yang tried to grab the girl before she could do anything drastic, but she was too slow. Neon sprung over Yang's lap and landed on top of Blake.

"Give me your bow!" She hissed as she wrestled with the taller girl.

Yang was torn at what to do next. Her girlfriend and roommate were fighting but, at the same time, her camera capable scroll was just right over there within easy reach. Since both girls were wearing sweatshirts too large for them, the sleeves kept falling down over their hands, making it difficult for either girl to achieve victory. Snatching her scroll up off the coffee table, Yang made sure to get a few choice photos of the altercation before deciding to break it up.

"Come on, bestie." Yang coaxed as she put her arms around Neon's waist and lifted her up off the bookworm.

"I almost had the bow!" She protested, hanging limply in Yang's arms like a kitten being held by its mother.

"Mmhhmm. Sure you did." Yang carried the petite girl over towards the front door before setting her down. "Get your shoes on, we're going for a ride on Bumblebee."

"Yay!"

Yang flipped idly through her phone while she mixed some tuna and mayonnaise together. Reviewing the pictures she took a almost a week ago of the wrestling match between Neon and Blake, she tried to pick out her favorite one. Since then, it had been impossible to get the two girls to be in the same room together. A mewl at her feet broke her from her thoughts and caused her to inspect the noise; it was Shadow, she smelt the tuna.

Getting a small plate, Yang put some of the fish mixture on it before placing it on the ground. Shadow approached it carefully and sniffed it. Nudging some pieces around, the cat started picking out the pieces with the least amount of mayonnaise on it.

"Trying to watch your figure, huh?" She tried to joke with the cat but, as always, her joke fell on deaf ears.

The cat lazily picked through the tuna until she was satisfied that all of the dry pieces were gone. Rubbing against her owner's leg the cat sauntered out of the kitchen and down the hallway. As one cat left, Yang's ears picked up the telltale squeak of the cat door opening, announcing the arrival of her other cat, Flame.

"Tk tk tk, here kitty." Yang called out drawing the smaller orange cat's attention to the plate of leftover tuna.

The feline rushed over to the food and began to eat it without complaint. Shadow decided to come back at this moment and Blake's warning about cats being territorial popped back into her head as a loud yowl assaulted her ear. In a flash, both cats pounced at each other and began to bat each other with their paws while hissing erratically.

"Hey!" Yang yelled, but the cats remained unfazed, continuing their fight.

"Hey!" She yelled again, this time throwing a dish towel at the two cats.

The impact of the towel caused both feline's to scamper away from each other before turning their gaze towards their owner.

"You two need to behave and get along. I already have to deal with my two best friends not liking each other and I really don't have the patience for this!"

Feeling silly for yelling at her cats, Yang quickly picked out some extra pieces of tuna that had minimal mayonnaise on them and put them on a second plate. Sitting down next to the first plate, she placed the second plate on the opposite side of her body. Both cats slowly slinked towards the side with their preferred preparation and started eating again.

"See. You guys can share." Yang chided as she started petting both animals.

That gave her an idea, a homemade dinner would be the perfect way to get her friends talking to each other.

Yang bustled around her kitchen trying to get everything prepared in time for her roommate and girlfriend's arrival. Today was one of the days they were both out, Blake at work and Neon at class. They both were supposed to get back around the same time. Not that she intended to deceive either of them, but she may have neglected to tell either of them that the other one would be present.

She was pulling out all the stops for this dinner. Despite both of her friends drastically different personalities and appearance, they both had very similar tastes in food. Getting the specific ingredients, she settled on making phyllo-wrapped halibut, asparagus, and proscuitto shrimp. Preparing the phyllo dough early on in the morning, she made sure to pull the dough out of the refrigerator about an before preparing the fish and shrimp. Now as the as the girls would be back in a few minutes, she was happy to hear the oven beep, notifying her that the timer was done. Pulling out the main dish she saw that the asparagus and shrimp would require a few more minutes before they were done.

The dishes didn't exactly go together, but they would make her girls happy and that is what mattered. Covering the fish in foil to keep it warm, she ran back to her bedroom to change from the sweats she was currently wearing and into a pair jeans and blouse. When she was finished, she returned to the main part of the apartment and began to set the table while humming to herself. Apparently, she was caught up in her actions as she was surprised when a pair of arms encircled her waist as well as the pressure on her back between her shoulder blades where Neon was resting her head.

"Hey there, shorty." Yang chided in a soft voice. "I didn't hear you come in."

"That was the plan." She faunus chirped back. "I made sure to be as quiet as poss-ah! Yang!"

Neon shrieked as her girlfriend quickly twisted around, freeing herself from the embrace, and tossed the smaller girl into the air. Making sure to catch her carefully, Yang then held the girl in a bridal hold.

"Payback." The blonde smirked before putting her girlfriend back down on the ground.

"Nyeh." Neon retorted.

"You make such pathetically cute noises." Yang continued to look smug. "Help me finish setting the table, we need three places."

"Does Blake really need to join us?" Neon groaned.

"Yes." Amethyst met teal as Yang's voice took a serious edge. "And you two will try to get along."

"Alright, for you I will try."

"Good!" Yang cheered as she left Neon to finish setting the table. She then proceeded to pull the shrimp and asparagus out of the oven. "I made sure to make a super yummy meal for us to share."

"Smells good." The redhead commented as the scent of the food wafted over to her. "Guess who just got here?"

"Blakey!" Yang called out as the front door opened. "Hurry up! The food is hot and ready."

"Ok, Yang and oh… hello, Neon." The masters student's voice lost a bit of its cheer when she noticed the shorter girl. "Let me just put my bag in my room and I will be right out."

"Did you hear that?" Neon whispered as Blake left the room.

"Yes, but you will be nice. You did try to take her bow last time you saw here."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Go sit. I'll bring the food over."

Neon moved without much argument, taking one of the seats at the table. Yang took her time to portion out the fish and vegetables onto three different plates for the three girls. After several trips, she had moved the food, silverware, a set of glasses, and a pitcher of water to the table, before taking her place at the head. Less than a minute later Blake joined them. Both girls eyed their host expectantly, literally watering in the mouth at the seafood dishes in front of them.

"You don't have to wait for me." Yang smiled as she grabbed her fork to begin eating.

Silence descended as all three of them began to eat and savor the meal in front of them. Even though she didn't particularly care for shrimp or asparagus, Yang was delighted to note that all the food was quite tasty and the other two girls were enjoying it immensely. As they neared the end of dinner the conversation picked up. Awkwardly at first, but as it picked up steam and they started sharing how their days went, and the mood slowly started to become more relaxed.

Then it happened, as they were cleaning the table and kitchen, Blake looked up to see Neon snag one of the extra pieces of fish and gave a small giggle.

"Something funny, Blakey?" Neon stressed the final syllable for Yang's nickname for the bookworm.

"It's nothing." She retorted with a light smirk.

"No, no. Tell me, we are supposed to be friends right?"

Blake let out a light sigh, obviously regretting her previous moment of mirth.

"Fine, its just, do you realize that you purr before you take every bite of your food?"

"Blake!" Yang interjected. "This again? You still need to apologize for your last comment."

"It's fine, Yang." Neon cut in before Blake could say anything.

"No, it isn't fine." Yang replied back, her irritation returning. "Why can't you two just get along?"

"Because she is hiding something from you." Neon accused. "You'd understand that if she took her bow off once in awhile."

"Why?" She inquired. "What's so special about the bow?"

"Ask her." Neon pointed to Blake.

"Blake?" Yang turned to her roommate to make her plea. "Could you just take it off real quick so we can get past this?"

"No." Amber eyes narrowed in on the taller girl.

"Why? What's so special about the bow?"

"It's comforting to me."

"Please, Blake."

"Fine." The black-haired girl finally relented before muttering more words under her breath.

Yang didn't catch everything, but it sounded like she said, 'When will you realize I could never say no to you?'

Blake slowly reached up and slowly pulled on one of the free ends of her bow. The ribbon unraveled and detangled from her hair revealing a pair of cat ears. Despite the tense air, Yang had to fight the impulse to gush about how cute they were.

"Blake, your ears are beautiful!" Her first attempt failed, but she took a deep breath and regained her composure. "Why did you try hide that from me?"

"I didn't want to risk our relationship" Blake sighed.

"You should know I wouldn't have a problem with that!" Yang insisted back. "I'm dating a faunus!"

"Just because you are accepting of one, doesn't mean you are ok with every faunus. I hide my ears to avoid the subjugation my people have been exposed to for centuries. And, unlike some people, I have enough self-control to reign in my other faunus traits as well." Blake's ears laid back against her head as she pointed an accusing finger to the smaller faunus standing behind the blonde.

"You're just a coward!" Neon argued. "I do have self-control. But I'm not ashamed of my faunus heritage and show it proudly. At least I can say I have been honest with Yang!"

"You haven't been completely honest with her!"

"I have too!" Neon claimed as her tail flicked in aggravation.

"You have not!" Blake yelled back.

"Are you sure you want to open that box, Shadow?" Neon slapped her hands over her mouth and shrank back as Yang's head whipped around to look at her.

"What did you say?" The tall girl inquired, to which the redhead merely shook her head. Yang turned her head back to the cat-eared faunus to continue her interrogation. "What did she mean by that, Blake?

"Nothing." She responded as her ears started to droop forward, her eyes frantically searching the area behind Yang as though she were looking for an escape route.

"Blake." The engineer growled softly as her frustration started to mount. "I am tired of this crap between you two and I am feeling very betrayed by you both. Now is your chance to come clean."

After moment of silence, Blake made her decision.

"Fine…" She sighed dejectedly before glaring at the other faunus.

What happened next was shocking. Blake hunched over slightly and held her arms out in front of her. In a flurry of motion, the bookworm disappeared, leaving only a pile of clothes on the ground.

"Wait, what just happened?" Yang rubbed her eyes to look again as a small head poked its way out of the clothing. "Is that…?

"Shadow?" Neon finished for her. "Yes."

"I don't… I think…"

After freeing itself from the clothing, black cat quickly scampered down the hallway and turned into the bathroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" Yang recovered and called down the hallway, trying to take a step forward but Neon grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Just, wait. She is probably changing back. Doing it so quickly is hard on the body." A thud followed by the sound of retching confirmed the short faunus' claim.

The sound of heaving continued for a few more minutes before they heard the toilet flush and sink start to run. Moments later Blake came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

"So, you can turn into a cat." The human stated matter-of-factly.

"Yes." Blake responded, avoiding eye contact with her roommate.

"So you let me hold and pet you?"

"Yes."

"And you've jumped into my bed and slept with me without my knowledge."

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Yang was exasperated. "What gives you the right to do that and think that a simple sorry will fix anything?"

"It's just…" Blake finally lifted her watery gaze to make eye contact. "Please. All faunus have to shapeshift every now and then, and-"

"Wait." Yang interrupted the bookworm to glare at the other faunus. "All faunus shapeshift?"

"Um…" Neon stuttered back. "She did it first! I was just trying to make sure she didn't-"

"You're Flame, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Yang blankly shifted her gaze back and forth between the two people she thought were her friends. The surge of emotion was so overwhelming she only felt numb.

"I… I…" She stammered.

"Yang, please." Neon pleaded gently.

"I… I need to go." She finally made up her mind.

With that, Yang backed towards the apartment entrance to grab her keys before throwing the door open and slamming it behind her, leaving the two faunus standing in their own shame.

Yang growled to herself as she set down the coffee cup she was washing a little too forcefully and broke the handle off. A drop of blood splashed onto the countertop as a wave of pain rolled up her finger. She was already suffering from her lack of contact with her friends for the last few days, and now she had to go cut herself on a ceramic cup.

Since the reveal of Blake's faunus nature and subsequent discovery of both girl's deceitful behavior, Yang had been avoiding them. She refused to respond to text messages from either of them and whenever she ran into Blake, and sometimes Neon, at her apartment she would immediately lock herself in her bedroom. Luckily, her work schedule hadn't given her a shift with Neon at the coffee shop yet.

She had already broken one of the shop's plates about an hour ago while she was serving a customer and her hostile attitude had gotten her demoted to dishwashing duty for the rest of the day. The unforeseen benefit of that was it gave her plenty of additional time to think about her current situation. The blonde was certain that things would eventually go back to normal and she would be able to forgive the two girls. After all, it didn't really harm her, and they both seemed to care deeply about her. She didn't just want normal though. Her only two friends had constantly been at each other's throats, and that is what made this situation particularly awful.

Washing the cut off before turning the faucet off, Yang paused as she reached for some paper towels. She heard some raised voices coming from the front part of the coffee shop. Grabbing a towel and pressing it to the wound, she hoped it would stop bleeding soon and headed towards the lobby.

"What gives you the right to do something like that, Asshat!" Yang heard as a familiar voice reached her ear. "You heard me! You better start apologizing now!

Coming out from the kitchen, Yang took in the scene. A very upset Neon was standing in the lobby holding her tail with one hand and the other hand clutched, and held her close to, the back part of the jacket belonging to very angry Blake. Lilac eyes darted to the target of the taller faunus' ire; a group of four young men. The one closest to Blake was several inches taller than her and had slicked back dark orange hair and blue eyes, but clearly looked terrified of the shorter girl. His mouth moved as he mumbled something, an action which apparently displeased Blake even more as she marched forward and pulled herself from Neon's tenuous grasp.

"Say it louder!" The normally demure bookworm shouted inches from his face. "Apologize so she can hear you!"

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry, jeez." The man sputtered back.

"Damn right you are!" Blake refused to let up on him. "You can't just go around pulling on people, especially not someone's tail! Get the hell out of here!"

"I'm already going." He finally found his lost confidence as sneered back while he and his friends headed towards the exit. "I wouldn't want to stay in a beast loving place like this anyways."

Ignoring his final taunt, Blake turned around and grabbed Neon's free hand. "Come on. Let's go find Yang."

"I'm right here." Yang called to them from behind the bar.

Blake walked Neon around behind the bar. It was only when they got a few feet away from Yang, and the taller girl opened her arms up, did the small faunus let go of Blake's hand and hugged Yang.

"Why didn't you step in?" Blake admonished the dishwasher.

"I just got out here." The blonde admitted while holding Neon tightly. "Plus it looked like you had things under control."

"Can we talk?"

"I have about an hour left on my shift and, to be honest, I'm still kinda upset with both of you."

"Oh." Blake looked dejected.

"However, it looks like you guys have been working on the whole 'let's be friends' thing. So I am going to take last part of my shift to try to cool off, then I will meet you both back at the apartment, ok? We can talk then."

"I guess that works." The bookworm responded before holding her hand out. "Come on, Neon, let's get you to the apartment. We'll find you an ice pack or some painkillers or something."

Removing herself from Yang's grasp, Neon grabbed Blake's offered hand and allowed herself to be guided out.

"See you at home." The tailed faunus squeaked as they left.

After they were out the door, Yang returned her focus to her job and bussed the table the four jerks had occupied. Her goal for the next hour was to try to calm down and prepare herself for the conversation that was waiting for her at home. To her surprise, the time passed rather quickly and she was feeling quite content when she clocked out. Whistling a small tune as she walked the path home, she started to contemplate what she would like to have for dinner. Maybe she could have a home cooked meal with both of her friends and it would actually end up pleasant this time.

Her hopes were crushed as she closed in on her apartment complex. As she rounded the last corner saw multiple police cars and an ambulance sitting in the parking lot with their lights running. Panicking as she started to make sense of the scene unfolding in front of her. Paramedics rushed a wheeled stretcher to the back of the ambulance, though Yang could not tell who was on it. Fearing for the worst, she sprinted towards her apartment building only to be stopped by a police officer just a few yards away. Disobediently poking her head around the man her eyes widened as she saw something that gripped her heart in an icy grasp. The door to her apartment was flung open and police officers were hurriedly exiting the unit.

Wait, what?

One chapter left! (And maybe an epilogue.) I hope everything turns out well for the girls!

I think I have answered a few questions about the cats and faunus.

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