Author's Note: So, first fanfiction ever. Yay! To elaborate on the description, this anthology of stories will detail the exploits of Ruby Rose as she bequeaths a big ol' smackeroonie upon every single named character in the show in order of appearance, not counting trailers. This isn't any kind of challenge or request, I just wanted to do a thing with Ruby.
Three things to keep in mind before we get to it, however. One: Since I am attempting to keep with canon personalities, they shall not necessarily be in a romantic context. Doesn't mean some won't be, but still. Two: I will not resort to recycling plots from one chapter to the next. Each will be fresh. New. Exciting! And three: In keeping with freshness, each chapter will be treated as its own universe/story. None are necessarily the show's universe. Not everything goes… but most things go. ;)
I simply must stop rambling, as we have a story to get to. So to start us off, it's everyone's favorite walking Kubrick reference, Roman Torchwick. I beseech you… Enjoy!
It was a very interesting sixty seconds for Roman Torchwick.
The breach had been successful. Grimm rampaged through Vale, and chaos reigned. But the forces of Beacon were closing in, and he knew he had to make an escape. But before he could, he was ambushed by Little Red, and her fiery sister. They were really laying into him, but he was, surprisingly even to himself, fending them off rather well.
"You can't stop me this time, Red!" he shouted, blocking a shot from the blonde one with Melodic Cudgel. "Thanks to footage we recovered from your little stint with the Paladin, I know all your little tricks and tactics. Nothing you do can surprise me!"
Even mid-swing of her scythe, Ruby Rose seemed to perk up at this. "Nothing, huh?"
Jumping back, she landed next to her sister. "Yang! I think it's time for the-"
"Strawberry Sunrise?" she responded eagerly, reloading her gauntlets.
"Yeah," Ruby said, narrowing her eyes in steely determination.
Before Roman could even hope to process what in Burnie's name that was supposed to be, his senses were assailed by the sight of flurrying petals, the overwhelming scent of roses, and-
...Oh.
That was new.
However, the soft, almost reassuring feeling of the girl's lips was soon replaced by the feeling of something much less soft: A fist encased in a high-melting-point alloy, and infused with the force of a .50 caliber Dust round that sent him flying into a nearby storefront.
Before fading into unconsciousness, his last thought was simple:
"That did not just happen."
Author's Note: And first chapter is done. Constructive criticism is rather welcome. Next time: Glynda Goodwitch!