AN: So... I'm not quite sure what this is nor am I quite sure where I want to go. I've been watching a lot of RWBY so I figured I might as well write something about it. I'm going to be messing with the plotline a lot but I digress. I hope all you enjoy the story. And for those of you who are following my other stories... Change of Fate should be getting updated fairly soon and so should Spilled Ink. Legend... ehh.

White

Here Kitten…

"What in the world do you think you're doing you oaf?" Blake looked up from her book. Wonderful. It was that little spot of sunshine she had had the pleasure to meet in the morning, or Weiss Schnee heiress to the Schnee Company as said person seemed to enjoy announcing to the world.

The heiress stalked away from whomever she had been talking to with a huff. From the corner of her eye, Blake caught a glimpse of a black and red cloak flutter and a girl that looked far too young to be attending Beacon trailing after the heiress, stammering apologies.

Blake's gaze went back to her book.

It was lights out in about twenty minutes so she'd prefer to enjoy her book while it lasted. Although… she could probably read in the dark if she tried. The bow on her head twitched. The air in the hall was rather stuffy, although that was to be expected with over 500 prospective students crammed into the hall. By the time initiation was over, that number would be cut in half at the very least.

Voices flowed over her ears again.

"Oh now you're on my side!"

"I was always on your side!"

"Hey what's your problem with my sister? She's only trying to be nice!" This was a new voice.

Blake glanced upwards; placing fiery blonde hair with a voice that sounded equally as exuberant before looking back at her book. Hopefully she'd get at least a paragraph in before…

"Oof." Weiss groaned as Yang sent her flying with a single fist, crashing next to Blake with a thud and a hiss. Blake felt her forehead twitch. "You brute! How dare you set your filthy hands on an heiress of the Schnee Dust Company."

Her voice was infinitely more grating up close than at a distance.

Weiss glanced offhandedly to the side.

"Sorry about tha…" Weiss' voice trickled off into nothingness as Blake locked golden eyes with blue orbs that looked like they had been carved from ice.

"You." The word was spat out with as much venom as Blake had heard from a single person.

"Yes, me." Blake replied dryly, setting a bookmark where she had left off in her book. She was not probably going to get much reading done tonight. Blake cautiously ran an eye over the heiress, noting the exquisite blue silk nightgown that she was clad in. Such a piece must have cost a fortune. Silk was a rare commodity in Vale, harvested from the cocoons of specific insect grimm before they were born. She briefly wondered how many people had died to make that piece. Fire flickered in her stomach.

"My apologies for interrupting your reading." Weiss said curtly, standing up and brushing herself off. Well this was a surprise. Blake thought quietly. Watching the heiress' hands clench into fists, ice blue eyes roving for that mass of golden blonde hair that had so easily sent her flying…

Then the lights flickered off.

For a moment, all Weiss did was stare. "Can this day get any worse?" She grumbled to herself, groping around in the dark for something to get her bearings on, trying not to accidently touch someone as she stumbled toward the west wall.

Blake watched all of this with a detached amusement. It was like watching a little bird attempt to fly. It was pointless and pathetic. Blake shrugged and curled up on her mattress, trying to sleep. A muffled curse and a hastily mumbled apology caught her ear.

After several attempts at tuning out the noise Blake sighed and stood up, not making a sound as she ghosted next to the heiress and wordlessly tugged her along, ignoring the outraged protest as she led the heiress toward her destination.

Blake's skin crawled at the contact, her instinct screaming at her to just let go of that detestable human hand, memories of whips and canes flashing through her mind. Memories she had tried to forget.

The texture of the heiress' skin was not as smooth as one might have thought, covered with calluses from handling of the silver rapier the heiress wielded, and Blake focused on that, resisting the urge to flinch and drop the hand like a burning coal.

After setting the heiress down with a shove Blake settle back down into her mattress. So this is beacon huh…? She thought. Her fingers anxiously grasped the sides of her pillow with a steel grip. The last time she had slept without a blade at her side was ten years ago and she had never willingly closed her eyes in a room full of strangers and potential enemies.

Needless to say, it was a long night.

Yang yawned and wearily rolled out of her bed. If a 2 inch thick mattress could be called a bed that is. The blonde groaned and stretched, blearily looking around for something, anything that contained caffeine in it. With a dull clink a mug full of the elixir of life was settled in front of her.

"I love you sis." Yang mumbled, before downing the mug in one gulp.

As the caffeine began to work her magic she noticed something.

"Umm… Ruby. Where is everyone else?" She asked curiously, gazing around the empty hall.

Ruby gave her that look, the one that she had always been given when they were children and she had just messed up something major like stealing the last cookie in the jar or that one time she had "accidently" spilled grease over Crescent Rose.

"My dear sister Yang…" Ruby began, in a tone that was about as threatening as someone like Ruby could make it. "Of all the days you sleep in…" She screamed, eyes flaring a dangerous silver color.

Yang dropped her mug on the ground and made for it like a madman. "How late am I?" She sputtered.

"WE! How late are we! Because like the caring sister I am I waited for you." Ruby snarled. "And everyone else left about thirty minutes ago."

"We are so screwed…" Yang mumbled.

They made it into the locker room just as the last people trickled out. With reckless abandon, Ruby hastily punched in the five digit code to her locker and snatched Crescent Rose from its cradle. The massive scythe whirred and clicked as it compressed into its compacted form and Ruby slung the massive instrument of death over her back.

"If we're lucky..."

"Which we most likely will be." Yang chimed.

"Then we'll get there before initiation starts." Ruby finished.

"Hey, well what better way to start the day than a nice jog? Gets the blood running am I right rubes?" Yang chuckled, Ember Cecilia encasing her hands with several mechanized whirs.

Ruby sighed. "I suppose it is a good warm-up…" She conceded.

"That's the spirit." Yang cheered, clapping her sister on the back. The heavy metal gauntlet on her hand made the relatively innocent pat into a blow akin to being struck by a hammer. "Now let's go kick some a-"

A finger jabbed her on the nose.

"Language." Ruby chided as they ran to where the others were waiting.

Yang sighed as she watched her sister race towards the massive cliff where they were supposed to rendezvous. She smiled a bit sadly to herself. They grow up so fast. She thought affectionately, remembering the days when it was her protecting her little sister, her chiding her for spilling the orange juice on the rug, it all seemed so long ago and now her little sis was all grown up.

"Come on slowpoke! What are you? An old lady?"

Then again, maybe not.

Weiss Schnee was normally a patient girl. In fact, her father often said that she was wise beyond her years, his pride a swelling fire when he got to show her off to his colleagues. Then again, initiation day was hardly a day one could call normal and here they were, waiting for two uncivilized, unscrupulous, ruffians to get to the rendezvous point because someone had the nerve to sleep in.

Weiss Schnee was not a happy girl.

Her eyes flickered to the left and to the light.

Beside her stood two people, one looking positively apathetic, and the other was grinding his teeth while his mace spun idly in his hands. One Blake Belladonna and one Cardin Winchester. If she had to pick one that she disliked more… she would have grudgingly chosen Blake. If only because although Cardin Winchester was an arrogant prick who thought that he was the greatest thing since the invention of dust but at the very least he didn't slander her family at every turn.

Weiss sighed and tapped her foot impatiently. It had been ten minutes, twenty seven seconds and counting. If they didn't start by noon there would be hell to pay.

"Geesh Rubes. Look at the view!" A loud boisterous voice bellowed. Yang Xiao Long made her presence known.

Why am I not surprised…? Weiss thought as she watched Yang and Ruby meander their way to the side of the cliff. Of course it was those two. Though Weiss did have to admit, it was a gorgeous view. The cliff overlooked an immense forest that was barely shaded with the glowing hues of fall. A gentle wind blew, making the forest almost seem alive as a horde of leaves danced their way into the wind.

"Miss Xiao Long, glad to see you can join us." Professor Ozpin said simply, a detached smile on his face.

"Indeed." Professor Goodwitch snapped, her usual severe expression fixed to her face. "You may have set a new record Miss Xiao Long, Miss Rose, for being the only two students to receive detention before they set foot in a classroom."

"It was Yang's fault."

"RUBY!" Yang yelped indignantly.

"Regardless… I'm sure Professor Goodwitch will have a suitable punishment planned for both of you. Now if you don't mind, we have an initiation to begin." Professor Ozpin said smoothly.

"Now, I'm sure all of you have heard many things about the initiation, rest assured… "

God Damnit Ozpin.

That was the thought racing through the majority of the new student's minds. Well all except for one, which would be one Jaune arc, whose thoughts could be properly summarized in: F*&*&^*&^*! But more or less, everyone was trained for this whether through a formal school of training or simply from experience, which was why when Blake was suddenly sent flying through the air, her only noticeable reaction was a quick blink of the eyelids.

If anyone had cared to pay attention, they would have also noticed how the bow on top of her head stood slightly straighter but again, most of them were more concerned about themselves. With a casual flick of her wrist, Gambol Shroud wrapped itself around a randomly protruding tree branch and Blake swung gracefully onto the ground.

Now all she had to do was find her partner. The person, as she was loath to be reminded, who she would be stuck with for all four years of beacon. Well that and stay alive, she reminded herself as her sensitive nostrils caught the acrid scent of Grimm. After quickly dusting herself off, Blake vanished into the forest with a flicker of her semblance in the opposite direction of that disgusting scent; cats didn't go looking for trouble. More often than not, trouble found them.

Sadly, that statement would hold quite true.

After racing through the woods for about ten minutes, she still hadn't found anyone. She wasn't quite sure whether she should be grateful or nervous. After all, by this point many of her classmates had probably found their partners. It was a small comfort that there were an even amount of students so no one would be left out.

Blake sighed and slowed down her breakneck pace toward the center of the forest. Logically, the temple would be in the centermost portion of the forest but she supposed she'd prefer to find her partner first. A zephyr gusted through the forest, sending the forest into a symphony as leaves and branches rumbled and sang. Well so long as she wasn't stuck with someone too obnoxious it should be bearable.

Well who would she mind getting stuck with? Weiss Schnee obviously. That girl had an ego the size of her father's company. Any other faunus hating prick in the school on top of that. Well that only leaves a couple people… Blake thought wryly. The wind gusted the wind, a gentle sweet scent drifted through the air. It was too strong to be natural and for a moment it almost seemed familiar. Blake sniffed at the air again. It was definitely familiar, although she couldn't quite place where she had encountered it before.

Ten years ago, she would have balked at following the scent of something she had never seen or encountered. It was tantamount to suicide back then. But now it was Beacon and she was just a girl named Blake Belladonna trying to become a huntress.

So why not?

Weiss twitched her head as she paused on a tree branch, glyph alight beneath her feet, ready to propel her into the air at a moment's notice. She swore she heard something just then. Then again, what couldn't she hear? The forest was ablaze with sound, from the far away rumbles of Grimm to the small leaves dancing their way to the ground.

Weiss shrugged and propelled herself forward with her glyph. Trees and shrubs alike all blurred together into an unmanageable blur at the speed she was moving at. It was moments like this when she felt free, like she could take on the world. She laughed aloud at the raw ecstasy of the moment and forced herself to go faster, faster-

A black blur intercepted her and with a dull thud, and an impact that hurt far more than she would have liked to admit, she was sent flying into the ground.

Weiss groaned and rubbed her head, attempting to unscramble her vision. Only to meet two golden amber orbs that looked equally as pained as she felt. For a moment there was silence.

Then dread set in.

"You." She said.

Annoyance seemed to cloud those annoyingly luminescent amber orbs. "Yes me." She said dryly, a hint of amusement in that deep tone. It was a rather cruel twist of fate.

Weiss sighed and hauled herself to her feet.

"You know of all the people I met…" Weiss began.

"You were the only one I would have minded being partnered with." Blake finished dryly.

"Well we can at least agree on something." Weiss said flatly.

Blake Belladonna was her partner.

Wonderful.

~Elsewhere in the forest

"RUUUUUBBBBBY!"

"YAAAAAAANNNNNG!"

Who said the universe didn't play favorites?