Author’s note: this takes place after the RWBY Season 3 Finale. So spoilers, etc.

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The day began as every other day had for the past several weeks, with the once fiery warrior cursing the sun. It’s harsh rays arced through her window, the physical separation to the outside world that oh so ironically mirrored the internal distance she felt. The bright gleam of the sun against the winter landscape taunted her. Normally the winter sky was gray and drab, but life had a funny way of teasing the wounded woman. No hazy snow flurries blocking out the brightness; instead a welcoming sheen that Yang wanted absolutely nothing to do with.



She couldn’t even remember how much time had passed since Ruby dashed away, leaving her sister and father behind. Just how long was it: days, weeks? The time didn’t matter in the end. When each day began and ended the same, there wasn’t any point to trying to differentiate them. Letting out a soft sigh, Yang tried, as she always did, to find some semblance of joy from the greeting the sun had once again brought. But as always seemed to be, it was to no avail.

Her frustrated daze was interrupted at the gentle rapping at the front door. The house was eerily quiet, and the knocking on wood echoed through the halls. She awaited the footsteps of her father going to greet whoever it was that came calling, but those never arrived. The knocking repeated. “Dad, door…” she grumbled out, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. There was no answer, no noise. All was quiet, until the knocking once again repeated. “DAD!” she shouted, before tossing in her bed and throwing the sheets up and over her head.

Again, silence. She began to get worried, and when the knocking ceased, she almost missed the interruption that it had previously brought. That is, until it returned, only much louder, and much different in pitch and tone. No longer the sound of hard knuckles on wood, it was a soft, gentle ting of a knuckle…on glass.

Peeking out from the covers, Yang was blinded by the sun as he shone through the window. She almost didn’t notice the figure swaying back and forth. Squinting her eyes, she let her gaze adjust before she noticed that there, beginning to block out the sun…was Sun. “…Sun?” she gasped out, quickly pulling up the sheets to cover up her pajamas.



The woman’s reaction sent the faunus into a fit of giggles. The boy was perched just outside the window, his tail gripping tightly onto a tree branch. Much like the first time he appeared at their dorms all those many moons ago at Beacon, there he was outside her window. “Yo!”

Her anger rose at the man’s laughter. Furrowing her brow, she stood up and, taking the blanket with her to hide not only her clothes but her missing arm, she moved to the window. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Holding his hands up, or rather down given the fact that he was hanging upside down, in defense, Sun flashed his rather trademark grin. “Well if you weren’t going to answer the door I had to come to you, duh. Thankfully I could figure out what room you were in with all the yelling. So…can I come in? It’s cold out here and I didn’t exactly pack a winter coat.” Yang’s eyes darted from the window latch, to the stump where her arm used to be, and back again. Sun noticed her hesitation. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve seen you since…yeah. Look just let me in, please? It’s important.”

Sighing, Yang undid the latch and opened the window. The now clearly shivering faunus slipped inside, rolling to a neat stop just inside of her room. “What are you doing here, Sun?” she asked, still not satisfied with his rather vague and jocular answer from before.

“Well, I guess I’ll cut to the chase then.” He began, rubbing his hands against his arms for warmth. “Unless of course you wanna maybe grab some hot cocoa first…” Yang harshly cleared her throat, eyes piercing into the blond. “Never mind then. So. Why I am here. Well…I need your help.”

This took Yang back a bit. She presumed his first questions would be about Ruby’s location, or perhaps her uncle. “My help? With what?”

Sun walked over and glanced out the window before gently closing off the bitter winter air. “It’s…Blake. You know as well as I do that she ran off once we all got out of the school. And with the communications down all around Remnant nobody’s heard from her. I’m worried. And I know you are too…”

Yang was quick to interrupt him. “Well, she hasn’t contacted me at all, if that’s what you’re here for,” she spat out, a bitterness seething beneath her voice. “Nobody has, as a matter of fact. So I’m sorry you came all this way just to learn nothing new.”

Expecting a bit more disappointment, or at least anger, from the man, she was surprised when he turned around with a smile. And not his normal goofy smile that always seemed to get him in trouble. A soft smile, reassuring in its sincerity. “Come on, Yang. I knew that.” he began, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Nobody’s really heard anything from anybody. The world’s in chaos. Vale is barely holding on, Atlus is taking the heat for everything, and those bastards who did all this are nowhere to be found. There’s some rumors of stuff in Haven but…that doesn’t matter. I don’t know exactly where she went, but I know that Blake is still here in Vale. Don’t ask me how, I just feel it. I know she blames herself for what happened to you. And to be honest, I’m scared she’s going to try to go after that Adam guy by herself. I can’t stomach that idea.”

“So…why are you here then?” Yang asked once again, sitting down on the edge of her bed, one hand still clinging to her sheet. “What the hell can I do?

“Because in all the world, there’s only two people that know Blake better than anyone else. One is that Adam guy…and the other is you. You’re her partner, her closest friend. She always talked about you, you know. I was…kinda jealous of it.”

Blushing slightly, Yang shifted nervously at his words. “You know…I kinda felt the same way whenever she wouldn’t shut up about you…” A similar blush spread across Sun’s face, though he acted as if he didn’t notice it.

“Anyway…the point is, if anyone can help me get into her head, figure out not only what she’s doing but where she’s doing it, it’s you.” Stepping forward, he held one hand out to her. “Will you help me find her? Help me bring her back home?”

Yang looked at his hand in shock, reeling away from it. “Help you? How the hell could I possibly help you? Do you see me? I’m broken, I’m useless to you…” As Sun’s eyes squinted at her, his gaze piercing into her very soul, she lost her words. Her voice disappeared in his judgement of her. She struggled to find what next to say, when she noticed him finally moving.

His hand darted away from her and his body spun in the air. Arcing his foot around his body, she caught a flash of yellow as his sneaker made its way directly for her head. She squinted and yelped out in fear, only for the hit to never land. Opening her eyes, she saw her left hand, her good hand, stopping the blow inches from her temple. Inquisitive eyes glanced over at the man, and she noticed the smirk spreading across his face. Without a word, his foot arced back around, then up and above her before sailing straight back down.

Without a thought, she rolled back, using her only hand to maintain her balance as she narrowly avoided the blow. The force of his kick sent a sick cracking noise through the room as the bed shook under the attack. Pushing off as soon as it landed, he soared through the air with a flying sidekick right as she rolled onto her feet. Yelping out once again she slide to the side, her good hand pushing the foot away as he soared past her.



Stepping back with her right leg, she squared back her shoulders, the empty end of her arm behind her; left hand at the ready. Her chest heaved back and forth as she gulped down air. It was the first time she had exerted herself since that night at the school. But her nerves were on fire. She was moving without thought, going on instinct.

Sun landed from his kick and stopped, his back to her. The two stood in silence for what felt like an eternity before a soft chuckle shattered the emptiness in the air. “If you were useless, you’d be lying on the floor. Of course, if you were still your old self I’d be there instead.” As he turned around, Yang was taken back by that same, warm smile once again on his face. “You’ve got a long way to go…but I just want to tell you…I was not holding back. At all.” He nodded towards her feet, and she recognized the perfect stance she had taken up. “What’s holding you back isn’t your arm. It’s your head. The Yang I remember didn’t let anything get in her way. No matter what happened she fought as hard as she could for not only herself but friends. Her loved ones.”

Taking a step forward, Sun reached out, slowly, gently. His hand came to rest of her shoulder. She was surprised by the warmth that radiated from his gentle grasp. “I’m not saying it will be easy, or fun. It’ll be dangerous. But I need you, Yang. Blake needs you. Will you help me?”

Yang nervously looked around her room, seeing the small bit of destruction that was caused. But she was still there, standing. She was scared as all hell, but she was standing. Looking back at the boy, she swallowed hard, pushing her fears down into the pit of her stomach. With a gentle nod, she replied. “I will.”