Reborn as the Dusty Old Qrow

Waking Up as a Midget Qrow Branwen

Death probably made dying people think of a lot of things.

Some thought of wanting more time.

Others would feel regret over their life choices.

For me? I just hoped that my nieces and brother were fine. I'm pretty certain they are. But then again, you never know in a car crash. There was some regret though. Like that my last conversation with my brother had to be a fight and his kids had to be watching from the backseat.

It was times like that I wished they had headphones to block that out.

But I couldn't really do anything about it now. I was either dead or dying now. I didn't really have anything other than my siblings and their kids. Sounds a little sad but that happens when you have a military career. You don't meet much people while on duty for a casual conversation and I rarely had time to look for a date.

I just sighed and got ready for my judgement. Heaven or Hell did not matter to me at the moment, I just hoped to see my parents again.

What I did not expect was the feeling of blankets covering my body.

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I opened my eyes, blinking. "Wha. . . ?" I whispered and instantly noticed that my voice was more scratchy and high pitched. Weird, since I usually didn't sound like that. I groaned and rolled to my side and found myself clinging to someone warm.

I blinked. Did I just have a detailed dream of my death in a car crash? Detailed dreams were not unusual for me. There were dreams that felt so real that I wake up thinking that I just fell asleep for an hour and the whole dream was a real day in life. But dreaming about me dying rarely happened.

Still sleepy, I moved my arm up the body I was spooning. I tried to recall what happened before I fell asleep but didn't come up with anything right away. I must have gotten drunk and managed to bed a lady. 

Normally, I'd say that would be weird for me to do, because I haven't done something like that in years but it had been a rough couple days that getting drunk and sleeping with a lady didn't sound so surprising. Hopefully I didn't end up taking her to my brother's house. I wasn't looking forward to having my nieces think they were going to have an aunt.

I felt the woman in my arms start to move. I couldn't remember the woman's name but I put on a flirty smile. "Morning, Sleepy Beauty." Cheesy? Probably, but it was a bit too early in the month to wake up with a woman for me to think of flirty lines. "Sleep well?"

"Qrow?" The voice was feminine but what caught me off guard and freeze was that she sounded young. Very young.

Oh fuck. Don't tell me I slept with a minor. How did I get that drunk? I'm not much of a drinker, but I know for a fact that I wouldn't do that when I do get drunk.

But then again, there's always a first time for everything. Well, time to add this to my list of regrets and hand myself to the police while I'm at it.

Wait. Why the Hell did she call me Crow?

I kind of got my answer when she turned to face me. I almost jolted back in surprise.

"Raven Branwen?!" I exclaimed in shock.

"Who else?" the teenage girl grumbled. I stared at her. She was younger than when I saw her in the end of Volume 6 and Volume 9, I realized. Like almost young as Ruby from Volume 1.

My mouth moved before my brain could stop it. "You're a midget!"

The fist that came racing to my face wasn't much of a surprise. It was Raven Branwen, after all. What surprised me was that my hand failed to catch it followed by the pain in my jaw.