(A/N) For those of you dislike cute, fun, quirky girls laughing and having fun; for those of you don't like love and brotherhood between comrades; and most importantly, for those who dislike having joy in their life, this story is not for you. Seriously, if you don't want to enjoy your life through great literature, close out this window right now and go look for spelling mistakes in the dictionary.
Without giving any real spoilers, this story is primarily romance/action with the plot revolving around the MC's (Grey Arsen) not-so-secret double life training directly under Ozpin. "We all know by now that Ozpin and his crew are a secret society that protect the world from things 'they don't even know about' and Grey finds himself mixed in with them. While he tries to navigate the social politics of high school, he has to train directly under the major professors at Beacon in order to discover the true meaning of his silver eyes and avoid getting his friends in Teams RWBY and JNPR caught in the crossfire. However, that's not going to be easy with his team leader craving his attention and the resident tsundere vying for his affection."
I gave this story that description for a very good reason. Yes, if you didn't bother reading it on the main RWBY page, this story is OCxWeiss and OCxRuby. Just so we're clear this story will only follow the main plot of the anime up until the teams were formed halfway through season 1, and the story will be broken up into different volumes of its own as the major topics the characters endure change. Fortunately, there are no real deviations from the main canon other than the times certain characters debut, and the existence of some OCs of my own.
That being said, I did retcon some inconsequential devices from the anime that will change this version of the RWBY-verse somewhat, but I promise, you will LOVE THEM. The One True Pairing is real with this one, guys. I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist. I'm not going to spoil the, again, INCONSEQUENTIAL things I decided to screw with a bit, but since I did pull the God card with them, they will in fact affect the plot in their own special ways.
Enjoy this little diddy you rat bastards. I love you all.
Chapter 1
Simulation start…
The floodlights in the circular room flipped on with a deep hum. A lone figure stands in a four foot perimeter with a stern look of determination etched on his wolfish features, and as the drones swarm in, he spreads his hands, causing the white gauntlets adorning his arms to buzz with life. Whirring blades spread across the first projectile that flew at him, and he manages to duck under it with just enough speed to keep his chin length black hair from getting snipped, but the next one had to be blocked by the thick piece of armor on his forearms. They scraped and tore at the steel, but the automated buzzsaws couldn't pierce the metal. Then, as if the vambrace could read his mind, an angular blade came from the side of the bracer and slashed the orb shaped drone in half while it was still abrasively attempting to sever the limb.
Jumping high, he used a third one as a stepping stone to catch the fourth by the almost imperceptible grooves in its sides, openings for its weapons, and threw it into a fifth, causing wires and gears to explode from the impact. When he landed, the first one came within arm's reach, and he turns just in the nick of time to throw his right hand at it. The gauntlet showed itself to be perfectly in tune with his mind when the caestus across his knuckles shot out and created a crater in the artificial enemy, crushing it, and sending it to the floor. The one he used as a stool earlier was destroyed with nothing more than a single chop in one of the minute areas where the blades were not present. Then, came the real threat.
Throwing his head back to brush the hair out of his face, his silver eyes honed in on the trio of mechs appearing at the opposite end of the room. With a flick of his wrist, his projectile reattached itself to his fist and he readied his stance within the confines of his boundaries marked in the floor, and with the sound of pressurized air being released, a slew of missiles launched themselves at the man, eighteen in all, six for each mech The necessary, more precise movements for this scenario were something that he wasn't exactly used to, but he managed well enough. He redirected the flight paths of each and every one of the explosives with such minor strikes of his palms and wrist, a bob and weave of his head, and with the grace of an expert martial artist, but the real kicker, what made the scouts in the observatory on the second floor raise their brows in surprise, was when he caught one. He didn't enclose his fingers around it, but instead, sidestepped as the missile bypassed his abdomen and circled his arms like a figure eight as if he were twirling a baton. The missile stalled to get itself reaccustomed to the new flight path, but when the propulsion had been restored, it flew right back at its launcher and destroyed the center mech with a fiery boom.
"Only two left," he said to no one in particular, counting down his options and coming to a single conclusion. With a deep breath, he slipped his black blazer off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor before closing his eyes once more. He knew beforehand that the mechs had been stripped of their automatic ammunition, only having their now useless missiles, and took advantage of this situation to gather his energy, standing in a firm stance of meditation with his eyes closed. He could feel the aura circling around him. He could almost see the energy of the earth rising up from the ground and into his body, giving him the strength to enact his plan, and when he felt he had gathered enough, when the robotic death machines were almost on top of him and ready to strike with their blades, he thrust out his palms. From a distance, one would think that the man had just shot them with an indomitable power of will or telekinetic force, but the truth was a lot more unique, even for an elite and especially for a student. His semblance was shields, barriers, and wards. If one was close enough or had the trained eagle eyes of the examiners and scouts in the observatory, they could see the silhouette of the almost transparent bulwark explode from the man's hands and push the mechs backwards until they had hit the back wall with such power that they were crushed under the pressure.
Simulation end, came the automated voice over the intercom, congratulations, Grey. The examiners will see you now.
Picking up his blazer, wiping the splayed oil and sweat off of his jeans and blue tee shirt, he stepped through the door and glowered into the eyes of his professors with an overwhelming fire and determination, a passion for combat that they had become familiar with after so much time spent with him, that they couldn't hold back their almost amicable grins. Just like all of the professors' students, he was like a son to each of them. Now, he would graduate from this lower academy and join the family of Beacon under the wise tutelage of the great man before him.
"You have… silver eyes…" said the man with the greying hair, round sunglasses, and green scarf, toting a dapper cane in addition to his tailored suit. With mixed emotions, trepidation mixed with pride, a small smile played at the corner of Grey's mouth.
"I know," he snapped a bit more harshly than he meant to, and crossed his arms with a frown to close himself off to interrogation, his previous pride now replaced with apprehension, "You can thank my father for that. They're a big point of gossip here at Signal. Me and some other girl, an underclassman, are often the center of the rumor mill. What's your point?" The scout from Beacon nodded sagely as if unsurprised by the boy's sudden defensiveness.
"Do you know who I am?" the gentleman asked with a warm smile, leaning against his cane with both hands relaxedly. Grey's head tilted curiously.
"You're Professor Ozpin from Beacon, correct? You came to scout me for your school… Isn't that why I'm here?" Out of the corner of his eye, Grey could see the blonde woman in a tight white blouse and purple cape behind Ozpin write down some notes while looking at him darkly over her glasses. He broke eye contact uncomfortably.
"As representatives of Beacon Academy, we would like to formally offer you a place at our school for the next year's term. What do you say?"
All Grey could do was smile.
"So I accepted their offer," Grey told the man behind the cash register as he filled up the last dust dispenser for the night at the small town dust shop he worked at.
"You finally decided to become a Hunter, eh?" The man replied with a sad smile spread across his face as he removed the till filled with hundreds of lien from a successful day, "You going to follow in your father's footsteps?" Grey jumped off the ladder he was standing on and folded it up to carry to the back stock room.
"It's what I've always wanted Pop-Pop," he said with regret filling his voice, "I'm... Sorry but this is something I just have to do." They took a moment to stop what they were doing and look at each other, sharing a brief moment of silent understanding, before going back to their work.
"I love you, Grey," Grandpa Arsen told him, showing a rare form of affection while ignoring their final customer of the day at the magazine stand, "Just don't forget to stay in touch, OK?"
Grey smiled, fighting back the warm feeling in his chest, the feeling of affection that he wasn't quite fond of, and stepped over to the young girl on the other end of the store. He thought he recognized her as one of his classmates from Signal, judging by the red hood over her shoulders and the heavy metal he could hear coming from her headphones as tell tale signs of the combat prodigy in his advanced classes. She was two years younger than him, but somehow managed to create one of the strongest weapons in the academy from scratch, beat some of the most highly ranked students in single combat, and even have one of the school's most popular professor's become her private tutor. She was an impressive fighter, that was to be sure. Even though he had never actually spoken to her directly, he knew she was not to be trifled with. Despite having a reputation as the school's resident marshmallow, often getting negative attention from people who didn't have any classes with her believing she was weak and helpless, she was one of the most dangerous students at Signal. Still, he was closing up shop, so she needed to leave.
"Yo," he barked kindly, loud enough so she could hear but with a tap on her shoulder to be sure she noticed him.
"Huh?" she hummed, looking up at him. When her hood fell off to reveal the black pixie cut with a few red streaks in it, and the silver eyes just underneath them, he had to take a second to gather his composure. People told him that she shared the same ocular feature he did, the fabled silver eyes, but he had never really paid much attention to it. He never bothered to look at her closely enough to see her iris. His friends at school, and probably her own as well, had often tried to set them up together, or at least get them to be friends because of the similarity, but they both had decided to focus on their studies instead, choosing to almost completely ignored one another at school, the only exceptions being class projects.
"Sorry, but you have to leave," he said with a smile, trying to come off as kind as possible in an attempt to get repeat patronage from the girl due to his exemplary customer service. "We're closing up shop. You going to buy the gun catalogue?"
"Oh, yeah, OK," the girl said with a good natured giggle, "Sorry, I was so distracted with this. The new version of the Apollo M56 is just so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off it. It has some incredible firepower that the manufacturers claim can take down an airship if it's used long enough and accurately enough. I want one so bad!" She shook her arms vigorously with an ecstatic grin on her face, giggling more. Grey smiled but sighed through his nose, a clear sign of exhaustion, and looked at his watch, trying to hurry things up.
"Well, if you want the gun then you can call the number on the magazine and order it. I can check you out at my register if you want it, but if not, then I'm going to have to kick you out." He wasn't trying to be rude, but he did feel a bit bad when the girl's smile fell. She looked so disappointed, and Grey couldn't help but feel like he just kicked a small puppy, his normally stoic face even going slack for a moment in remorse.
"Oh, OK. Guess I'll go then." The girl took a few steps towards the door, but hesitated for a second, looking over her shoulder at either Grey or the magazine rack, then back to the door and repeated the cycle once more indecisively.
"Something wrong?" Grey inquired, his brow furrowing in annoyance. The girl clearly read him well enough to know that whatever she had on her mind should be saved for another time, and continued her previous action. With a shrug, the boy began straightening the shelves when he heard a yelp come from the front of the store. It had sounded like the girl had stubbed her toe on the door frame, and he was about to ignore it, but the following sound of a shelf of merchandise crashing on the floor made him sprint up to the entrance. "You OK, short stack?" He asked worriedly despite his current dislike of her, seeing her on the floor. He was about to help her up, but the anger in her eyes as she shot onto her feet made him think twice of getting anywhere near her.
"Hey!" she shouted at a group of large men in black suits, red ties and fedoras, each carrying a red sword, "Watch where you're going!"
"Easy, Red!" said their leader, a man in a white suit with curly red hair and a grey bowler hat, sporting a hooked cane at his side, "We didn't mean any trouble by it. We were just stopping by to pay a visit to the old man over there. We're customers, see, and we would like to pick up our order."
Grey had to admit that "Arsen and Son Dust Shop" wasn't in the best part of town. People would come and go and he would often see some of the most unsavory characters in the neighborhood, many of whom were regulars. A few times, the local gangs and the White Fang would come in and cause trouble, but fortunately, being a sixteen year old combat student came with its advantages, but that also led to the unsavory scenario of the shop being burned down on rare occasion. Thugs had become the norm in his home. That meant that thugs were easily recognizable to him. Gangsters were the kind of people he never tolerated, even though it sometimes led to less than desirable outcomes.
"I don't think you want to do that, Roman Torchwick," Grey said, rolling up his sleeves as he prepared for the upcoming fight, "You see, we've already closed for the day and I would really like to go home and get some sleep before I have to leave for Beacon in the morning. Maybe you can come back some other time and actually pay for your order for once instead of adding this store to the notches on your belt of ones you've robbed? I'd really prefer not to get to blood on the floors either. I just mopped them. So if you would please leave, that would be great." Roman sneered at the younger man before him, partially because the boy knew his name but also because this sassy teen didn't know his place.
"Actually, I don't think you understand how this works," he growled under a curled lip, stomping out his cigar and hefting his cane, "We come in, you cower, we steal your dust. You can keep the money, we just want the merchandise. Is that so much to ask? We don't want to cause you any trouble. We're not bad guys, after all." Grey snorted. In response to that series of ridiculous claims and requests, Grey crossed his arms, tilted his head to one side, and shot him a disbelieving look from under his eyebrows. Roman put his hands up in surrender. "OK, so maybe we are bad guys. But we'd really prefer not to hurt anyone. So if you could just stand to the side, please?"
"Wait," the young girl spoke up, blinking in confusion, "Are you… robbing this place?" Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and just stared at her for a moment, their weapons dropping from their threatening stances and a few of the goonies taking off their hats in pity of someone so utterly oblivious. Grey even ignored the immediate danger and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Wow… Child..." he sighed, "You really do catch on quick, don't you?" Immediately, he felt bad for showing this child such rudeness, because those hurt puppy eyes of hers she shot him with were so adorable that only a grimm, beasts of darkness so pure that they were said to live without souls, could look at her with apathy.
"Know what?" Roman said with theatric finality, spreading his arms to add to the effect, "I don't care about being nice anymore. Grab the dust, take the money, torch the store, and for pete's sake, start with this stupid girl."
"AHHHHH!" Grey was surprised to hear that guttural roar from such a cheesecake of a child such as her, but what really freaked him out was when she pulled the collapsible weapon out from under her hood and slammed the back of it into the face of the nearest thug, making him fly out of the window. Grey took a moment to stare at her with mixed emotions such as admiration, shock, a bit of fear and just a little bit of anger because of the damage to the store, but he appreciated the help.
"Wait, is that a scythe?" He asked her suddenly, stunned at the crescent blade forming from the contraption, facing the mob with a look of deadly determination. "Holy crap! How did you learn to use a weapon like that?" The girl smiled brightly and proudly and was about to give him an answer but Torchwick spoke up first.
"OK...?" he mused disbelievingly, "Get 'em."
"Look out!" The girl shouted at the young clerk as one of the goons slashed his sword at his face, but he was ready. He slid his foot back for balance and brought his arm up to block, but just before the sword made contact with his gauntlet, he shot out his own blade and extended it past his hand for the extra reach. From the added force of the extension, the red blade hit his own with a strong repulse that made the moron of an enforcer fall backwards, suddenly unable to stand properly. Grey took this moment to spin kick his jaw hard enough to launch him out of the store where Grey's impromptu ally was watching with bright eyes after jumping outside to fight her own battle with the criminals.
"So cool!" she moaned, "That is awesome! Did you make those things at Signal! My sister has some just like it but with shotgun shells! You guys should totally hang out! Oh, right, we're fighting."
Grey had already joined the girl outside of the shop, but ended up fighting the rest of the crew on his own as she admired his weapons, only joining the fray as soon as she remembered the situation at hand. They stood back to back, fighting side by side. It didn't take them long before they had found the perfect rhythm, perfectly coordinating with each other as if they had fought together a thousand times. They naturally fell into the roles where Grey would wound and maim the enemy, then throw them at his comrade for a finisher. He was deeply impressed by the girl's skill at such a young age. He could tell right away that she had earned her place in those advanced classes with him and her sister, and found himself having fun at the expense of the grunts they were beating mercilessly.
"So!" he shouted at her over the carnage, "Since we're fighting together, I might as well learn your name." She smiled kindly as rose petals fell around everyone she finished off. Her semblance?
"Ruby Rose!" she shouted proudly.
"Cool! Grey Arsen!" he yelled back just as he slammed another enemy's face in the concrete. When everyone was down, the few remaining conscious ones trying to crawl away in shame, they turned their attention to Roman who was standing at the door, playing with a stainless steel flip lighter. With adjoined smirks, they zeroed in on him.
"Well, it's been real children," he said in a condescending tone as if he was still in control, "But I'm afraid that things aren't going to work out, so I'm going to head to my next meeting. If you'll excuse me…" he pointed the end of his cane at the two fighters before him. Grey narrowed his eyes at the odd gesture, sensing trouble, but Ruby waited for nothing, instead choosing to charge the boss at a blinding speed too fast for the human eye to pick up, leaving rose petals in her wake. Maybe speed was her semblance? Grey barely had time to put up a ward to block the incendiary gunshot that Roman had fired from his cane at the red dust crystal at his new friend's feet. Unfortunately, this also caused Ruby to slam herself face first into the nearly invisible wall suddenly put in her path, stunning her for just a moment and giving Roman the opportunity he needed to get on the rooftops above them while Grey checked on the poor child. When he was sure she was alright, they both looked at Grandpa Arsen who was watching the scene with wide eyes.
"You OK if we go after him?" Ruby asked determinedly, and with a nod of approval, she sped off with the same speed from during the fight up the nearest wall, toting her new friend with her. It was actually kind of terrifying, Grey would describe it. The g-force nearly tearing his face off, buildings and such zipping past him in a blur, and he wasn't sure how Ruby could stand to use an ability like this unless her aura manipulated her perception of her surroundings whenever she did so, just so she would be able to use it effectively. Perhaps Ruby was used to it, but it made Grey's stomach jump in his throat. However, they were too late as Roman had already boarded a helicopter.
"Good try, kiddos!" He called to them with a wide grin, "But I'm a professional! You should have known right from the start that you had no chance of beating me. Next time I see you, though, I'll be sure to kill you quickly so I can avoid this trouble."
Grey heard a gunshot come from his right. After getting over the initial shock from the noise, he looked over with eyes the size of dinner plates to see that Ruby's weapon had changed to a smaller form with a moveable handle that she was pulling like a trigger to fire off the high caliber rounds of a sniper rifle. He smirked with a new fondness for her. In fact, the next move he did, turning his hands over so his wrists were facing the sky, showed that his wrists were lined with micro missiles on the underside of his gauntlets. However, that move was more to unnecessarily impress her than it was to finish the fight that he knew they had lost. The missiles launched off his wrists with a loud whistle screaming in his ears. With each of these ranged attacks coming at him, Roman should've been more terrified like a normal opponent would be, but his comrade who switched places with him from the pilot seat as soon as Ruby started shooting, wasn't a normal opponent. All this woman had to do to block Ruby's bullets was place her hand in their paths. As for the missiles, she rolled her hands a few times and shards of glass shot from the glowing red and gold mini dress she wore and collided with each of them, creating explosions in the air that were small, but still strong enough to push the helicopter off its course.
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Ruby complained in a serious tone so out of character that it surprised Grey. They needed to come up with another plan, but before they could manage, another person decided to enter on the scene. She walked with the grace of a mountain lion as it charged its prey, her black stiletto heels clacking on the roof of the building, her hips swaying with the force of an avalanche as she brandished the riding crop in her dominant hand. It was the woman from Grey's graduation exam. She glared over her glasses and let her violet cape fall to the ground as she waved her weapon around like a wand, an effect only added onto by the glowing tendrils of dust that came from the end and wrapped themselves around the flying vehicle. Even from where he was, Grey could see the shadowed out woman in the helicopter scowl and throw out her hands with a radial force strong enough to blast the ropes to bits. Elegantly, the woman waved her hands again and the dissipating dust that the huntress Glynda Goodwitch had lost became a torrent of glass shards that shot at the trio below. It should've impaled them, except Goodwitch was ready. She held out her hands and used her lavender aura to create a barrier around herself and the students to block the oncoming storm, then used her skill of telekinesis to take control of her lost weapons once more, taking her turn to throw the glass at the machine to try to take it down. Unfortunately, Roman dipped it just in time for the glass to scrape over the top harmlessly, even if he still couldn't get it away from the huntress.
Clearly, the darker sorceress had had enough of this mess. She thrusts her hands outwards again, the force behind them stronger than before, and strong enough for a wave of blazing heat to blast the shards back into the dust that they were created from. Glynda raised her wand one more time as if to continue the fight, as stubborn as she was, but the woman she was fighting raised her hands defiantly and wrapped the helicopter in a wall of magical fire, the heat of which Grey and Ruby could feel from even the distance they were at. The pair of students jumped nervously at the growl Glynda let out. Her face was contorted in such rage when she spun her wand in a ritualistic figure eight, a vortex of air surrounding it that she shot out towards the flame until the fire had completely disappeared, the helicopter with it. She sighed, defeatedly, but then turned to Ruby and Grey with murder in her eyes.
"Oh my god, you're a huntress," Ruby gauped disbelievingly. For a second, Grey thought she was as scared as he was, but he figured he should know her better at this point, because instead of cowering in the presence of the terrifying woman, she put on that excited grin of hers again and shouted her approval, "Can I have your autograph?!"
It wasn't long before Grey and Ruby were locked in an interrogation room in the police headquarters.
"Never in all my life have I seen two students do something so stupid and foolish!" Glynda snapped at the two, pacing back and forth, "Someone could've been hurt. You guys could've gotten yourselves killed, or worse. I suppose your actions were admirable, but if it were up to me, I'd send you home with a pat on the back," the two smiled hopefully, but jumped when the woman slapped her riding crop on the steel table they were sitting at, "and a slap on the wrist!" Grey figured that he should probably have kept his mouth shut, knowing that if he pissed her off too much, she could and probably would take his position at Beacon for the following year away, but he couldn't help himself. Impulse control was something that he seemed to lack at times.
"What did you expect me to do?" he asked her in a harsh tone that got away from him, "I wasn't just going to let Roman keep taking my Pop-Pop's dust. Do you know how much money we've lost in the past year because we have to keep paying protection to him and his gang? We can't even pay our bills or rent some months. I wasn't just going to continue to let him push us around." Glynda crossed her arms in defiance to his tone, her predatory gaze unblinking.
"Really? Because it's my understanding that Miss Rose here threw the first punch?" Those harsh, hawk like eyes honed in on the younger girl who sunk into her chair nervously, trying to disappear. Grey laced his fingers together, staring at the younger girl with an odd look. He understood her as an energetic, almost hyperactive girl who was cheerful beyond any human or faunus capability to understand, however, she seemed to perpetually have an underlying layer of shyness, wanting to go unnoticed. Perhaps that was why she always wore the hood, even in school. Under the proper circumstances, like now, it was almost like she went from one extreme to the next as fast as her semblance could carry her. Glynda sighed to herself. "Like I said, I would personally like to send you home, but there's someone here who would like to meet you."
The woman stepped to the side and opened the door behind her. Seeing the man who walked through, Grey cursed under his breath and knew he was screwed, despite the plate of cookies in the man's hand. Ozpin had come to personally expel him from Beacon for next year.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Arsen," he said in a calm voice with that fatherly smile of his. Grey dipped his head in shame.
"I wish I could say the same, Professor Ozpin…" He said defeatedly. Ozpin's smile only grew.
"Don't worry, son. I'm not here for you." Grey's head perked up and he looked up at his soon to be head master confusedly, but instead of the classy gentleman paying attention to Grey, the man switched to the young girl, handing her the plate of sweets which she devoured without hesitation. "You have… silver eyes…" he said to her, leaning in closely to get a good look at Ruby's features.
"Um… thanks?" she said, suddenly self conscious. Ozpin stepped away from her again, and turned the screen of an electronic notepad to her, a video of the street fight that had taken place only minutes before playing on the pixels.
"So where did a girl as young as yourself learn to fight like this?" He asked in a tone that told Grey he already knew the answer.
"We both go to Signal Academy," Grey explained, "She's in some of the advanced classes with me, but we've never actually spoken to each other until tonight." Ozpin nodded then looked back at Ruby.
"They taught you how to use one of the most deadly weapons known to mankind?" He said with an impressed smile, a knowing glint in his eyes.
"Well, one teacher in particular," Ruby admitted, her eyes lighting up, "I used to be complete garbage before he came along, but now I'm- wah hyah!" she began throwing her arms around and making kung fu grunts like in a cheesy B-class movie.
"I know a professor at Signal. He's the only other scythe user I have seen of that level of skill. A dusty old Crow…" Ozpin mused, and Ruby nodded.
"Das ma uncuh," she said with her mouth full of cookies, the plate now almost entirely empty. The little pig wiped her mouth and swallowed her food so she could speak more clearly, "Sorry. That's my uncle. He taught me everything I know." Grey blinked at her, suddenly stunned.
"Wait, the most popular teacher at Signal, the one every girl has a huge crush on, the one with dusty jacket and greasy hair, is your uncle?" he gaped dumbfoundedly. Ruby nodded bashfully,, brushed a strand of hair out of her face and smiled at him shyly. Grey raised his eyebrow at her.
"What's an adorable girl such as yourself doing at one of the most prominent combat schools in the entire world?" Ozpin continued his investigation, leaning forward on the table.
"I want to become a huntress," Ruby explained in a more heartwarming tone, "My entire family was full of them and my mom and dad had always taught me and my sister to help people. I still have two more years of training before I get to go to Beacon Academy to continue my final training, unless my advanced classes speed that up. My sister Yang is going there this year so she can become a huntress. Sure, the police are great and all, but being a huntress is just so romantic and cool and gyah hahaha!" Grey shook his head at the girl's energy and excitement, but instead of being put off by it like usual, her happiness seemed to be contagious, and he found himself smiling because of her. Ozpin narrowed his eyes with a smirk at the girl.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked in a deeply serious tone.
"You're Professor Ozpin, the headmaster at Beacon Academy," Ruby concluded with another one of her puppy-like smiles.
"If you would like, I can promise you a spot at my school for next year? Would you like that?" Ruby's eyes lit up brightly with the same fire that Grey had seen when fighting Torchwick, but this time, directed towards a goal to be achieved rather than an enemy to be slain.
"More than anything, Sir…" It was obvious Ruby couldn't tell what to do, but she was happy, and strangely enough, Grey found that that was all that mattered to him at that moment.