Yang opened her eyes and she saw the familiar view of her ceiling. With a sigh, she slowly sat up again; the mere action of getting up draining her energy. It was two weeks after the breach and one week after Ruby's departure. Currently the normally energetic blonde was now sitting tiredly, as she once again wallowed in self despair and depression.

After being framed, losing her arm, and the separation of her entire team; her self-confidence was broken and now she was reduced to a depressed husk of her former self. Looking to the right, she saw a glass of water on her drawer from her father. Too depressed to even move, she would barely have any energy to eat, only eating granola bars her father managed to coax her into eating. However one thing she would constantly drink was indeed water, so her father would periodically bring a glass of water for her to drink.

With a sigh, she reached for the glass with her right hand and slowly drank the glass. Looking at the cup, she sighed when she realized that phantom pain was striking in again. She placed the glass down and laid on her back before fixing her gaze back to the ceiling.

…

Wait…

Her eyes widened as she realized what she did, and she slowly looked at the glass.

It was empty…

Energy once again filled her body as she raised her "right arm" to see if it was there. What shocked her was that there was an "arm", just not her original one. What she saw was a white muscular arm with yellow armor, with a simple clock face design on the back of the arm. Experimentally, she waved the arm around and to her delight, it responded to everything what she did.

Excited, she raced to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Just like she saw before, there was a white and yellow arm coming out from the former stump of her right arm. Hesitantly, she reached for her toothbrush with her "arm" and then she grabbed it. Feeling something she pulled her arm close and stared in wonder as the toothbrush was gripped by her new arm. Slowly she sank to the ground while still staring at the toothbrush in her "hand". Sitting on the floor, she began hiccupping until tears began to trail down her face. "It's back… it's actually back…" she murmured as the toothbrush was held in her new hand. Sobbing tears of joy, she brought her toothbrush close to her chest and just sat there sobbing.

Taiyang Xiao Long closed the door behind him, letting out a sigh and he braced himself to see his beloved daughter in her depressed state. Coming back from another patrol, he had his mind filled with worry about his two daughter's predicament. One was depressed and didn't want to act, while the other was on an extremely mission. However, this time he picked up faint sounds of sobbing from the bathroom.

'That's Yang!' Rushing to the door he was met with Yang facing her back towards him, shoulders shaking. Hearing the footsteps, Yang turned to him and he gasped. Where her stump was, there was now an extremely buff arm coming out of it and it was grabbing a toothbrush. With tears and a smile Yang kept repeating "It's back…I can't believe its back…"

Wordlessly, Taiyang opened his arms and Yang collapsed into them crying on his shoulders. He said nothing and just resorted to rub her daughter's shoulders as she cried. After a while, the sobs stopped and Yang looked at her father with a sheepish look before asking "Can we get some food?"

With that Taiyang nodded and headed for the kitchen, while Yang against the wall to recover from her joyous outbreak.

Taiyang watched as Yang shoveled the meal furiously, using her now acquired two hands to quickly eat all the food. With her arm back, it seemed that Yang had managed to get some of her confidence back and was now mellowed but slightly energetic.

"Ah~ that hit the spot." Yang finished her meal with a smile. Taiyang also smiled, happy that his daughter now had some of her old personality and energy back. After a few moments of silence, Yang adopted a face of seriousness.

"Dad, this is great to see my arm back… but I think I should start finding the others."

Taiyang's expression switched from relieved happiness to stern concern "Yang, I'm not allowing you to go. You just recovered from your depression, I think you should rest a little more."

Yang didn't reply and simply stood up from her seat. With a couple steps, she walked towards a window in their kitchen. When reaching the window, she looked toward the direction of Haven. Without breaking eye contact she clenched both fists tightly, conveying her anger and determination. While standing there, Taiyang swore he saw another figure overlapping Yang's own.

"Dad, Beacon fell and my team separated. While I was just fucking moping around, I let my baby sister go on a mission that could end with her own death." With a bizarre stance, she looked at her father with burning red eyes "Blake ran away, Weiss was taken away, Pyrrah is dead, and all I did was sit here thinking sob stories at how I was framed and lost my arm. I think it's finally time for me to cave in my skull."

Taiyang only sighed as he saw how anxious his daughter was to take action. "Fine, even if I were to disagree I think you would just run away." He then gave a stern look to his daughter "But promise me, promise me that you'll be careful.

Yang's eyes turned back to a light lavender, but her gaze never faltered. She nodded and headed to her bedroom. "I promise, I'm gonna start packing dad." While heading to her room, she thought 'Don't worry, guys. I'm coming for you." What she didn't notice was that, while walking, another figure hovered over her; clenching it's left fist with determination.

Zero Absorbed

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A/N: Hey guys, once again a new story appears. I got this idea when I thought about how many people seem to like to draw The World as Yang's stand, so this story came naturally in mind. As for the other stories, I currently have a writer's block as well as life interfering with my story ideas so they might need to wait for another while. So as always, if you any comments or criticism, then just say it.

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