A/N: Ok, just to let you know, the Rwbabies are a bit younger in this. (Thanks to Weissrabbit for the ages cx) I tried to do the younger ages by subtracting their current ages by 7.

So here the the ages I am gonna do:

March- 9

Yin- 8

Julius- 8

Star- 5

Drake- 6

Caution: Terrible pun in here.

xXXx

Sleepovers. The one of few things that March loved more than her wanted companion, Yin, and of course, her family. The two preteens decided to bunk over at Marchs home, due to Yin's mother suddenly having to abruptly leave. Marches father gladly provided pizza and a movie for them and Marches siblings, both younger than her, but exceeded her in energy.

Once they finished their dine in movie, her father told the little youths to go to sleep, but he allowed March and Yin to stay up until her mother got home. They were sitting in Marches bedroom as of now, Yin twiddling her fingers in Marches golden mane.

Yin spread Marches hair through her fingers, curling it's ends with her fragile tips. She revoked her hands from the shining silk, scratching her head tiresomely.

"March, I think we should go back to the living room. It's late, and I have braided your hair, like, eight times already?."

March turned her head to Yin's weary complexion, chuckling. "That's no fun Yin. We haven't had a sleepover in ages. Besides, what time is it? Eleven-thirty? It isn't that late."

Yin's brow jolted down tiredly. "One-forty. It's one-forty in the morning March, and you have a recital tomorrow. Shouldn't you, I don't know, be resting your vocals or something?"

March groaned loudly, leaning her head onto Yin's shoulder, snuggling it lightly. "Dad said we could stay up until mom comes home, plus…" March raised her head, facing Yin. She intertwined her thin fingers with Yins, making her face blush like roses.

"As long as you are in the crowd, I'll do fine."

Yin's face was set in stone, blood rushing to her cheeks. Her veins rippled with the surging warmth, flushing her face in peach.

"Yin? Yin, why are you blushing?"

"No-nothing!"

March giggled joyfully while Yin's face reverted into a pinkish pout. She always knew how to push her buttons in the most flirtatious ways. There was nothing March would change about Yin; she was just too perfect.

Well, she would change maybe one thing about her.

Yin was just so oblivious sometimes, it would pain March to her heartstrings.

If only she could realize…

Or, maybe March was the one being oblivious. Maybe Yin's been giving her the faintest hints of an undying love, which would burn in her heart willing fully. March admits, she could be a bit dense here and there, but her perspective of life was sharp and bullet-rounded for her age, and she knew this. But what if Yin…

Marches thoughts were suddenly shattered by Yin's signature giggle, cute yet intimidating. March looked back at Yin, pondering at what she was giddy about.

Blinking in confusion, she vaguely stated "...Did I miss something?"

Yin smirked deviously at March, easing her slight joy.

"Why are you blushing?"

While March was lost in her concaved thoughts, she subconsciously began to blush a ravishing pigment of red.

March gasped quickly, pressing her hands against her face in rich embarrassment. She fell to her side, curling into a heated ball of flustered emotions onto the fuzzed carpet below.

"March…" The words danced off Yins tongue, showing new found enjoyment in the grandest form.

"Yin… " March muffled out from her

"What were you thinking of March?"

"If you dare… " March threatened sharply.

"Why you so orange March? Do you need a carrot? Hmm?"

"… I am a faunus Yin, not a chubby rabbit."

March groaned mentally as Yin laughed proudly at her own joke. She always had the most ignorant puns, which barely made sense half the time.

This would make two things for her to change about Yin.

One: to stop her obliviousness, and two: Find the puns source and eliminate it.

Once Yin ceased her lonesome laugh, she poked at Marches ballad form. "So… wanna watch television?"

March arose from her concealed position, sitting up. She heaved herself up to her feet, and threw her hand in front of Yin's laided back posture. Yin tilted her head, laughing softly.

"Take that as a yes," she replied happily, gripping Marches hand.

Once March pulled Yin to her feet, they both grabbed some colored pillows from Marches bed. As they made their way to the bedroom door, the distant sound of the house phone echoed in the halls. Ignoring it, they proceeded to the living room.

They pranced down the stairs, only to see Marches father already down there, phone pressing against ear. He gave them a quick glance, then eagerly returned to speaking. Marches father looked tensed up about something, which worried her dearly. His face was not the father she knew and loved; It was a face of harsh reality kicking in, kicking harder than it ever could.

"March?"

March snapped back, looking at Yin, whose face was filled with utter confusion.

"Why'd you stop?"

March realized that she had stopped carelessly on the slik steps, slowing both her and Yin's strided pace.

"Oh-right! Sorry…" She trailed off, her curiosity killing her.

They resumed walking down the stairs, but Marches eyes remained locked on her fathers intense state. As they made it to the final stair steps, she could just barely hear the conversation between her father and the conspicuous caller.

"… Alright. I'll call you in the morning."

He said a silent goodbye, placing the phone back on the counter. He was slightly trembling, his subtle fuzz damp in chilled sweat. He placed a hand to his face, concealing his worrisome glare.

March and Yin placed their pillows down on the ground in front of the television. March paced to her father as Yin started to hunker down on the floor. She stood in front of her father, his saddened presence pinning her in place.

"Dad, who was that? Was that mom?"

Her father revoked his firm grasp on his face, looking to March, her ears high in sudden alarm. He knelt down to a knee, placing both of his hands on her shoulders. His eyes locked on her, filling March with unknown feelings of fear.

Something was wrong; something terribly wrong.

Her father grip grew on tighter on her shoulder joints, shaking out his words.

"Sweetie…"

"Yes dad?"

He paused painfully, sweat dribbling down his collarbone. March raised a hand to his elbow, gently stroking it in her petite hands. She wanted to show him that she could handle adult things now. This was her chance to show him how maturity had planted a seed in her, growing into a Camellia of bravery and righteousness.

She felt ready for anything.

Her father flinched at her sudden touch, but remained in his state of weary calm. He bit his lower lip, quivering as his canines tore at it's soft flesh.

"March, baby… It's about mommy."

March leaned in closer to her father, her facial expression lightened up in slight joy. "Oh, is she on her way? Should Yin and I head back up-"

"-Sweetie…" Her father grip tightened on the words, putting raw pressure on her joints. March could see his gray-fogged orbs glistening sparkles, her reflection in a flood of ripples.

March cautiously reverted to a worrisome state, her fauna instincts sensing dismay.

"Dad…"

Her father pulled March into his chest, wrapping her in a blanket of his warmth. His face dug into Marches shoulder, his bristles tickling her neck. March blushed at the sudden affection, trying to hug back, but she felt her arms go numb underneath her fathers gorilla grip. She could feel him shaking within her presence.

"Dad… Why are you…" March felt her voice suddenly shrink into a pitched tone. She didn't know why, but she felt as if she were to crumble right there. She felt unwilled tears stream down her hot cheeks, each tear encased in emotional confusion.

Her father cradled March in his heated grasp, his own tears soaking into her shirt. March couldn't control herself; she didn't even know why she was weeping alongside her father. She felt something break inside her dulled ironclad heart.

Something beautiful.

"March…" Her fathers voice was rattling at a loss of strength.

"Yes?" March felt her self-esteem crackle and pop between the shivered words.

"I'm so sorry baby… I'm so damn sorry…"

xXXx

Late nights. The type of nights that would last like a dim candles wick, never flickering out. Sun Wukong always had a tiresome time with them.

He was on the couch, his back leaning against the velvety cushions with his legs crossed over one another lazily. He was in a eased position, just as always. Sun's face was lifted toward the ceiling, his eyes following the chalked patterns of it's surface. His tail was cascaded across the couches lining, curving down the worn stitches.

He tilted his head lazily to the wall clock, checking the time. '1:43,' Sun thought with a waking yawn. He lowered his chin, scratching his neck tiresomely. Sun would often be asleep at this time, but being the best husband he could ever be, he decided to wait up for his rabbit-eared love to come home, and surprise her with late night cuddling.

But he had never waited up this late for her. She would usually come home around eleven or twelve on nights like these, but he had never had to fight slumber at a time like this. Sun looked at door, hoping to hear the elegant heel clicking, followed by the slowed knob turning to be met with a sleepy rabbit, smiling her gentle grin in the doorway.

But she wasn't there.

The house phone in the kitchen suddenly drained his thoughts out. Sun eagerly leaped up from the couch, and jogged to the countertop, grabbing it. Not even looking at the ID, he clicked and pressed it against his ear.

"Velv's?"

"...Wrong faunus monkey-boy."

Sun chuckled lightly into the phone. "Well well, been a while kitty cat. Aren't you suppose to be taking a cat nap?"

Blake groaned into the phone, but Sun could tell it made her smile.

"Very funny Sun… Very…" She trailed off, which caught Sun off guard. Blake was always a straightforward person, which kept her strong willed. But this, this did not sound at all like the cold shelled puma with a warm heart he had known.

"Blake, are you ok?"

Sun suddenly heard a quick sniffle on the line. Sun pressed the phone closer to his ear, gripping the cheap plastic.

"Blake, Blake what happened? Is Yang there?"

Blake paused for a moment, taking the phone away from her stained cheek. Sun could hear muffled sobs on the other line. After roughly two concern filled minutes, she returned to the phone, her voice low in shame.

"She is currently in the station jail."

"Wait, what? What the hell did she do?"

"She slammed a police officer through his windshield."

Sun gripped the phone tighter. 'Police? Why a policeman?'

"Blake, was Velvet there? Is she alright?"

The line went silent. A silence so impure, Sun had to check to see if she had hung up on him. He began to sweat fearfully. The phone gripping loosened between his firm fingers.

"Blake… Was she there?"

Sun heard sunken breaths from Blake. Sun narrowed his brow. His grip once again rigid on the phone, veins showing his blood boiling underneath his skin.

"Blake, what happened?"

But all he could hear was the sudden uncontrollable sobs of the feline roaring on the line. Sun, his other hand now planted onto the kitchen counter, softly comforted Blake with passion filled hushes lined with a sugar-coated statement of 'it's okay,' repeated in soothing tones. Sun wanted the truth, he wanted to know.

He wanted Velvet.

Once Blake had rejoiced from her tearful actions, she took a deep breath of embarrassment and future regrets.

"Sun…"

"I'm ready."

"Velvet… Velvet got.."

"Blake…" Sun shivered in a fearful stance.

"Sun, I'm so sorry."

"Blake, tell me, so I know what to tell…" Sun inhaled a lasting breath. "...Tell the kids."

"She got poached."

Everything stopped.

Sun felt as if a stitch had come undone in his sewn heart, letting the threads of fear blow in a wind of jumbled up dismay, only to have the threads snapped away by the rusted blades of lost love.

His lost love.

"Sun? Sun are you there?"

Blake's voice invaded into Sun's deepened thoughts, breaking it fully. He couldn't speak. His mouth was a gaping hole of silent screams, wailing for help, wailing for remorse.

Wailing for her.

"Yeah. I'm here Blake." His voice was stale, wincing painfully on each word. But he didn't want to be there. He wanted to be with Velvet. That was all he ever wanted since the moment he saw her. He wanted to be solely hers, and hers only.

A clatter was heard on the second story of his house. Sun had just recalled that Yin was staying for the night, using the excuse that she was 'mental support' for Marches recital the following morning. Sun gave them a quick glance as they strided down the steps, but he noticed March giving him a look.

A look of understanding.

Sun has remained silent on the line for quite some time, worrying Blake. Her tone turned into a empathetic tone, showing her woe to the drowsed monkey "Sun, should I come over? I can bring Drake and we could-"

Sun cut her off sharply, the pain seeping through. "-It's alright. I'll call you in the morning." He didn't even wait for her forced response. He just hung up. End of story.

Sun felt hollow. Almost like porcelain, fraile and white. He felt as he were to fall over into darkness and shatter into a million pieces, the only soul to fix him would be the one who stitched his heart up. He needed her. He had to get her back. He had to-

"Dad?"

Sun jumped at his daughter's words, turning his head slightly to face her barren glare. Her face was in a poutful yet curious look, digging deep into Sun's eyes. He didn't want to look at her.

Her face.

"Who was that?"

Her ears.

"Was it mom?"

Her face was the same hopeful glare that she gave Sun the day they met.

Sun gulped down a sickening ball of bitter spit.

"Sweetie…"

xXXx

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run.

Bang, Bang, goes the farmer's gun!

He'll get by without his rabbit pile, so…

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, RUN!

The song.

It went through her mind like a loop of endless pain.

The feeling was all she needed.

But she was still asleep.

She wanted to wake up.