Ruby Rose's Really Real Revelations Regarding Relative's Relatively Rbetter Rsocial Rlife
A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting a new fic now, but I couldn't resist. Fortunately, this one shouldn't be any more than five, maybe six chapters, unless I really have fun with it. That doesn't count this one, cause it's just a short lil shit to set up some things. As always, check my poll and feel free to pm me with requests or ideas. As my way of bidding adieu, let me remind you not to forget to review!
Oh, fuck you. I thought it was clever.
When Ruby had been told she was going to Beacon, she was ecstatic. Who wouldn't be? To be given a chance like that, two years before she'd expected to even be able to try out? It was just incredible.
That'd lasted all of two days before she realized there was a problem with going to Beacon two years ahead of schedule; all of her friends would still be at Signal.
Ruby had never really been that good at making friends, either. A good portion of the people she'd hung out with, she wouldn't even really consider friends. They were just people who she ate with, or had classes with. The only real friends she'd had were people she'd met through Yang.
Yang, she reflected as she'd laid on her bed, never really had troubles like hers. Everyone she'd ever seen with Yang had liked her. Heck, she'd never even seen someone say a single mean word about her!Like, honestly, what did Yang have that she didn't?
Well, y'know, not that. Obviously. Sure, eventually her's will be that big, but Ruby might have just a bit of an impatient streak.
And honestly, even if she were to grow out her hair, she probably would cut it off the first time she tried to fight afterward.
But then she get to thinking, and she realizes something.
Yang has precisely two modes. Flirty, and puns.
Or the mix of the two.
And no matter what, everyone likes her. She can be in one mood for weeks, then switch to the next and no one bats an eye.
She tosses around ideas as to why it's that way.
Maybe other people like puns?
Not a chance.
People like her flirting?
Nope, that one faunus girl with the pink hair seemed to hate it, and she stuck around for a while.
Is it the tits?
Eh, maybe. But, honestly, how would she compete with that.
She eyed her corset for a moment, then shook her head.
In the end, she came to a solution with all the single minded determination of a girl who made a functioning sniper-scythe twice her size; just be Yang. Maybe she couldn't look like her but darnit, she could act like her sister.
If the people of Beacon wanted puns and flirting, they were darn well gonna get puns and flirting.
And may God have mercy on their soles.
Because she was going to wear them down, get it?
Like how shoes get worn down.
Ruby shook her head, and began looking for her headphones.
Time to sleep!
No, wait. Yang would pick out an outfit first.
Time to... acceSOREize.
Get it? Because she's a huntress, so she makes Grimm hurt, and...
Eh, whatever. The puns shouldn't be good, anyway. Yang's never were.