TIME TO HELP. Reader X Neo X Amber X Silver X Blake?

CHAPTER 25 TIME TO MEET UP

Yang
I was spray painting my robotic arm and half of Ember Celica bright yellow. Once I finished, I walked into my dad's toolshed and pulled off the tarp that was covering Bumblebee.

Taiyang: I don't remember saying that you were ready.

He was leaning against the frame of the open shed door, arms crossed.

Me: Oh yeah? You're gonna try and stop me?

Taiyang: No. I think I'm still too sore after our last fight. I just wanted a better goodbye than a letter. And, I also have a question for you.

I turned around.

Taiyang: Where are you going?

Me: What do you mean?

He moved into the shed.

Taiyang: Well, despite asking him numerous times not to, I know that Qrow told you where your mother's been at these days. I know how much you wanna see her. I've stopped you in the past, but I won't anymore. And we both read the note. We know your sister's headed to Mistral. So, where are you going?

I looked down at the tarp as my dad makes his point. I could go see my mother. But Y/n even told me that Ruby needs me. I remained gazing down for another couple of beats before looking up at my father.

Meanwhile (Weiss)

I stepped out of my bedroom, carrying a white suitcase and Myrtenaster. I looked around cautiously, my footsteps loudly resounding in the ornate hallway. I jumped and gasped when Klein appeared right behind me. He put his finger to his lips and shushed me before smiling.

Klein: Let's go.

Amber: You will talk to me soon.

I ignored the voice as we moved quickly across the carpet, our footsteps muffled by the rug. Side by side, we went down the staircase and clickety-clacked our way across the entrance hall. We were moving down another hallway when Klein's Scroll buzzed. We both looked at it with squinty eyes.

Klein: Master Whitley! I... um... yes, of course. I'll be just a moment.

He clicked his Scroll off and tucked it away.

Klein: (whispering) Head to the first floor library. I'll meet you there.

We separated, going in opposite directions. I was soon creeping outside my father's study door when I heard a glass crash followed by the rising voice of James Ironwood.

Amber: That voice. Listen in. Please.

I crouched behind a cushioned chair against the wall.

Ironwood: You need to control yourself!

Jacques: You're talking to me about control? Do you even hear what you're saying?

Ironwood: I am basing everything on my reports from your daughter.

Jacques: A daughter you stole!

I moved closer to the door to listen.

Ironwood: Oh, we are not getting into that again.