A/N: *tears come streaming down all my followers' faces* B-Bean? Y-You're not abandoning t-this?

*me; as I come down from the heavens with angels singing at my back* Fret not, my followers. This is not an author's note or anything of the sort. This. Is. A CHAPTER! Also, no I'm not crying from the amount of follows and favorites this has.

Refresher: Weiss = 22, Ruby = 5, Yang = 7. Sorry for the change of writing style. Heh... I've been practicing a lot.

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Weiss stood patiently while rubbing her still slightly-swollen nose.

However, the woman still stood tall, arms crossed over her chest, lips in a tight line as she evenly gazed down at the child in front of her, sighing for the fifth time within ten minutes as she weighed her options mentally.

Ruby was allowed to take her breakfast into Weiss' room, a treat the child could not resist, and she bolted before her mother could change her mind.

Because she was too big for Ruby's clothes, Yang, the demon-child, had to settle for one of Weiss' white button-ups, the shirt that Yang refused - or could not - button up herself, so Weiss had to do it. As for underwear, the pair she was wearing before thankfully dried faster with the Weiss' hair dryer than the child's other clothes.

The blonde picked at her eggs and toast with a fork weakly, avoiding the rigid yet stoic stare with practiced ease, not twitching a single flinch when the woman sighed again.

After some inner turmoil, Weiss talked. "I'd like to speak to your parents," she finally said, unfolding her arms to pick up her mug of coffee on the table, only to stop it short of her lips when the child mumbled under her breath.

"What?" Weiss asked. "Speak up."

"I only have one parent. My dad." The bitterness in Yang's voice made the woman frown in confusion but decided it was better not to pry.

"Then let me talk to him."

Yang did not move.

A quick glance at the clock on the wall had the woman rubbing her eyes with a hand; Yang was not going to talk, and she had to be at the company in an hour and a half.

"Oh, this is a big problem," she breathed tiredly. Weiss rolled her fingers on the table, hunched over as she picked her nails at the wooden surface. "I don't trust you, child-"

"It's Yang."

"Yang," she muttered, "I have to get to work soon. I don't trust you to not do that again, even if those two grown-ups from before are watching. The goons that let you up here." If the statement was not enough to scare the child, the next surely would. "I'm taking you down to the police."

Yang started, slamming her fists childishly on the table as she looked panic-stricken at the taller woman. Weiss' face remained unchanged at the blonde's desperate expression.

"Y-You can't do that! I'm just a kid!"

The taller girl smiled sweetly. The child looked taken back.

"Really? Me, Weiss Schnee, owner of the Schnee Dust Company, the biggest producer and exporter of dust in all the kingdoms," she walked around the table and placed a hand on Yang's chair, rolling her free wrist to the air as she continued her explanation dramatically, somehow able to keep her voice even throughout her act, " will humbly listen to a stranger child and not call the police after she hit me with a box of cookies, stole my daughter from my house- only to return no more than ten seconds later, mind you- and made my house and bathroom soaked with water."

Weiss, dramatically again, walked over to a window in the kitchen and threw an arm over her eyes. "Oh, the cruelly! The horror!"

Yang clenched her fists, and the Schnee finished curtly; "Of course I can't. How dare I?"

The child growled lowly but lowered her head in shame. Another roar of thunder passed between the silence as Weiss turned to the blonde, and Yang's defiance wavered at the woman's threat.

"Fine," she said softly. Weiss noticed that Yang released the tension in her fists and let her hands slack on the table.

"Fine what?"

"I'll," she paused to swallow her words down, her face flushing in what Weiss assumed to be embarrassment and let her finish uninterrupted. "I'll call… I'll call my dad."

Yang twitched and fidgeted with the phone in one hand, wiping away hot tears with the other as she whimpered quietly on the closed toilet seat. She had to get out of there, not being able to hold back the tears, and swiftly took the phone Weiss kept on the counter and locked herself in the bathroom.

She was so scary.

She was so scary.

That woman was the devil. There was no other way about it. The woman of the world.

Her dad always warned her about messing with the Schnees, that they were nothing but a bunch of liars and snakes out to kill all the Faunus. Schnees were smart and cunning, knowing exactly what they want, how they want it, when they want it. Emotionless, cold, evil, manipulative- and those were the positive words Yang knew to describe them. She would get in trouble if she said the negative ones.

Yang knew she had to stop poor, innocent Ruby from becoming something like that.

The bathroom had been cleaned up, the comfortable rug replaced with one of black color, and any trace of water was gone. How the false-mother was able to clean it up so quickly or get someone in and out of her house without drawing the acute attention of Yang set warning bells off in her head.

She felt the urge to mess everything up again but repressed her actions, not wanting the demon-lady to tell her dad that she was a pest.

However, stubborn as she was, Yang still kicked a corner of the new rug up. The carpet corner, of course, flew effortlessly, limply folded over and filling her with a small amount of satisfaction.

She took a steadying breath, wiping any stray tears with the back of her wrist and dialed in the only phone number she knew. Only a single ring passed before the line picked up.

"Hello?" The man on the other side sounded tired, almost as if he has been up all night. Knowing that she was probably the reason he did that, Yang swallowed.

"H-Hey, dad."

"Yang?" His voice cracked. "Thank goodness! Where on Remnant are you!"

"I'm-," sighing shakily, "I'm in Atlas, dad."

There was a pause, followed by some talking on the other side of the line.

"How did you end up in Atlas!? From Patch! Oh dust, did someone take you? Are you being held hostage?" She vaguely picked up, "in Atlas?" from someone other than her dad.

"No, dad, I'm fine." Yang nervously rubbed her palms on her thighs, then picked at the hem of her borrowed shirt. "I hid on a boat to get here."

The man on the other line did not seem to hear her words. "I'm coming there right now, and I'm heading straight to the police." He was not listening to her again.

"Dad." Still ignoring her. "Dad." Still going off on how he's going to travel all the way to Atlas by foot if he has to. "Dad!" Now it was quiet. "I'm okay!"

The silence on the other side was concerning.

"Yang, where are you right now."

"Well. That could have gone worse," Yang mumbled, unlocking the bathroom door.

Telling her dad that she was sitting in the bathroom of the one and only Weiss Schnee after finding her missing sister was an odd experience to say the least, but her father could easily be here within a few hours, a day at most, to see for himself if Yang - and his second daughter - was safe. Yang took only two days herself from hiding, imagine how quickly it would take a man with a drive to get his daughters back.

Yang was not able to take a step forward, bumping into something as she was lost in thought. She looked down.

Ruby was smiling up at her.

"Mama's scary, right?" Ruby giggled. " 'Specially when she's yelling at Auntie Nora." Yang's fists clenched again, and her stomach churned with a nauseating slowness. "Mama doesn't yell at me a lot. Only when I eat a lot of cookies!"

These people brainwashed her sister to believe such things, to think that her family was a bunch of complete strangers. The blonde could not take it anymore.

"Do you like cookies?"

These lies had to stop.

Locking her eyes with her younger sister, Yang did not hold back. "She's not your real mama, Ruby."

A/N: I shouldn't have to say this, but Yang's still only 7. Of course she's gonna be scared at a lady like Weiss, but her stubbornness wouldn't give Weiss the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Alright, down to the nitty gritty. I'm really, really sorry for stating that I've abandoned all hope for this story. If you guys... could just bare with me on my updating schedule... just please bare with it... then I promise to stand up, dust myself off, get back on the horse, and continue my stories. And sorry for any mistakes. I wrote this down in one sitting and decided to just go with it instead of talking to my Beta Reader. I'll try not to do this next time.