RWBY is not mine…duh…

So. It's been a while since I've watched RWBY and therefore I can't vouch for the accuracy of the quotes, but they're close, and this idea wouldn't go away. So. Here ya go. May edit later, if I can think of ways to improve the bits I don't like.

(The name of this story was taken from the Kingdom Hearts keyblade of the same name which inspired it. :D)

SSS

The first:

Maybe it's pathetic, but four words is all it takes for her to fall in love with him.

"Never heard of you."

There was nothing she was dreading more on her first day at Beacon than the tide of fans. Young men and women who ate her cereal and had watched her fight on their scrolls. People like Weiss, who fawned over her and wanted her on their team based on her reputation alone. She'd woken up that morning with a knot in her belly and a feeling of sickness clawing at her throat that she'd had to fight back and hide behind a confident façade. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

And in four words, it was all gone. The nausea melted and the knot turned to butterflies. She had managed to stumble upon the one person who knew nothing of her fame prior to meeting her and didn't really care about it when he did. And not only was he oblivious to her identity, but he was goofy, and innocently charming, and handsome in a kind of scattered way that was the opposite of any other boy who'd ever tried to court her.

When she'd wished that morning that, for one day, she could be invisible, she'd never imagined that it would actually happen. Or that it would feel so good.

The second:

She tells him everything, the woes that haunt her daily life at the dance.

It's one of the hardest things she's ever had to say, and one of the easiest to admit, though maybe that second part is because it's him she's talking to. He, who is so shocked at every special treatment she does or does not receive, because he views her first as his friend and as the celebrity second, and sometimes he mixes the two up in ways she wishes it really were.

She hates the pedestal she's been placed on. Hates the groveling and the awe and the expectations. Hates them, because they divide her so completely from everyone else, so completely she can't even get a date for a stupid dance. Divides her from everyone except him. He stands at her side because he doesn't know better, or maybe because he just doesn't care. They're friends. No more, no less.

And that is her second wish.

The third:

She saved the last wish; wishes always come in threes, and she'd had two come true, so she knew there must be one left. She didn't think she'd need it. She had, since coming to Beacon, gained all she wanted.

In the end, she's glad she didn't spend it early. Didn't waste it on something trivial that she thought she wanted or needed. Because she has something far greater than herself to think about, now.

The arrow strikes, and for a moment, she feels nothing. She's knows she's going to die; knew it when she entered this fight, really, but there's something final about an arrow protruding from her chest, her enemy bearing down.

So what should she wish for? Not to die? A sweet, painless death? A good afterlife? What wish should she make in these, her last seconds? There are many she could make. She might wish for the war to end, for their enemy to be destroyed, but she knows that wishes can only do so much. So, with her last thought, she makes another request, instead. The only other thing she could want in this world.

Let him be happy.