Hi, new chapter! I know, I'm excited too to actually have remembered this drunk idea.

"Sun! Where did you put my socks?" Blake stormed into his room. "And put on some clothes, for goodness sake!" She rolled her eyes and began rummaging through his room.

Sun, who was bare naked, stood there with a quizzical expression on his face, which was slowly heating up. "You're not gonna… get mad at me for not wearing anything?" He hadn't done it on purpose, but Blake had walked in at possibly the worst moment. He carefully arranged his hands so Blake wouldn't see the worst.

"I am mad at you, but we have another rally and we need to go now. Put on something nice. Jeez," she muttered as she finally uncovered her socks under a pile of laundry. "And those were supposed to be folded! Sun, I swear to God…"

Blake stormed out.

"Blake? Is everything all right?" Blake's mom looked at Blake. "You've got more circles under your eyes. You don't have to keep thinking about the rally all the time."

It wasn't the rally that had Blake so bleary-eyed, but she decided not to spill that tidbit of information to her mother. "I know."

"Besides, we're heading to Mistral in a few days to round up more Faunus! We might even see your friends from team RWBY!"

"Uh huh." Blake walked away, only to be soon joined by Sun, again.

"Blake! Like the outfit?" He gestured to what was his normal outfit, but with a beige undershirt underneath.

"Considering your usual attire, I consider this to be an improvement, I suppose." Blake was crisp, and soon turned to the crowd. Her face flushed, although it once again had nothing to do with the crowd facing her.

"Citizens of Menagerie, I know our cause is not popular. Why help the humans, if all they have done are destroy and demean us?" Blake paused, trying to recollect her words. "But now is the time to act, hand in hand. Adam Taurus of the White Fang wants to tear down and make the humans our slaves. Do we want to enforce the Faunus stereotype? Do we want to say that we are nothing but animals? No."

She looked around the crowd, hoping to see some kind of reaction. "We have to stop Adam, before all humans will think we are primitive savages. Please. Take a stand with pride-"

A gunshot. A scream of pain. Blake's head whipped around, but it was too late. The guards converged on her, and she saw Sun on a stretcher out of the corner of her eye.

"This is what happens when you cross the White Fang," said a dark whisper.

"Y-Yatsuhashi?" Blake said disbelievingly. The voice was already gone, but it stuck with Blake. They were escorted inside their own mansion. Sun laid down as the medics worked on his arm.

Well, so much for lightheartedness. Whatever. I do what I want.