Hey there! This is my first time writing here on XD but I couldn't help but notice the lack of ReNora stories for RWBY fanfics.
Basically short drabbles of their childhood, I guess? Warning: Probably very cliche ^^;
Reviews are always appreciated~
Well, I hope you enjoy the ride!
~RWBY~
Prologue: We Had It All
They had been polar opposites.
Their friendship was quite laughable, if one had to describe it. A silent boy and a hyperactive girl.
He was raised in a strict, traditional household.
"Ren! Come here, let me fix your sash. It's already falling," His mother berated him with a light tone, her green eyes glimmering amusedly.
Ren stood, raising his arms slightly for his mother.
He was wearing a traditional Chinese robe, dyed an emerald green. There were intricate gold spirals that were carefully patterned upon the delicate silk, and magenta tassels swayed from his sash to compliment his eyes.
He was almost always quiet, when asked for his opinion, he usually opted to stay silent. Questions were met with either a simple nod or a small shake of his head.
His mother finished tying the sash, and she smiled good-naturedly at him.
"You look like quite the man of the house, hm?" Her voice was cheerful, if a bit hushed.
Ren gazed up at her, his distinct pink eyes glinting in the dim lighting of the room.
He looked more like his mother, with her long, black hair and feminine features. The only thing Ren represented of his father were his striking eyes.
The silk was dragging him down.
He lifted his sleeves slightly to inspect it, noticing hidden pockets within them. His mother noticed his curious gaze, and laughed under her breath.
"Ren, that's what traditional wear looks like. We have pockets in our sleeves, because it's more efficient that way."
The only thing Ren revealed of his distaste with the robe was the way his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ren, it's silk. It's much lighter than the other fabrics, trust me," His mother chuckled slightly. "Here, go show Father how it looks. After all, you're turning seven."
He gave her a subtle nod, almost tripping over the layers of silk as he slid open the door from his room and into the wooden hallway.
His father was grumbling over his paperwork, his pen scribbling furiously on the wooden desk.
Ren stood silently by the door, his mother coming from behind him.
"Hey, Shu, doesn't Ren look nice? I found this gown in our old stuff, it's the same one you wore when you turned seven."
Ren's father turned slightly, his fuchsia eyes flickering as they caught the light of the window.
"Ah, Ren, you look nice. Rina, what did I tell you about interrupting me when I'm working?"
"Well, it's Ren's birthday, I wanted to do something special."
His father glowered for a minute before sighing and placing his pen down on the table. A small smile was forced on his face.
"Happy birthday, Ren. Got any plans?"
Shu's question was met with a small shake of his head. His father laughed softly, his grin widening.
"Quiet as always, huh? You know, my parents would always yell at me because I was so rowdy."
Ren acknowledged his words with a blink.
"Tell you what, Ren. Why don't you go out for a bit? It's a nice day; you can take a walk in the park or something."
His parents smiled as he gave a simple nod, and went outside.
Rina couldn't help but laugh.
"I wonder when he's going to realize that he wore the robe outside?"
~RWBY~
Growing up with two brothers could be quite difficult for the single girl amongst the midst.
That is, unless you were Nora.
She made it for herself to prove a point that she could be stronger, louder, and more violent than her brothers.
Her brothers eventually gave up on attempting to best their sister after many failed attempts on their part to pick a fight with her.
She was currently outside, her arms swinging at her sides as she pranced through the neighborhood, her lips humming a tune.
I'm queen of the castle… queen of the castle...~
A quiet presence made her stop, the tune falling from her pursed lips.
There was a boy crouched near the the big house that Nora lived near.
Nora would have dismissed him without a second glance if it weren't for the strange garments he was wearing.
In fact, with his long hair and flowy clothes, Nora had almost mistaken him for a girl.
"Heyo~ whaddya looking at?" Her voice was loud, and it echoed down the streets.
The boy flinched slightly, raising his face to peer at her.
She danced up to him, crouching by him, her gaze ever so curious.
"You know, I was wondering. What's that you're wearing? It looks really pretty. Kinda girly, but still. You're a guy, right?"
He paused at her questions, giving her a nod, to which question, Nora wasn't sure.
She was about to throw more questions his way when she noticed what was in his cupped hands.
"Hey, what is that?"
"A bird."
Nora started slightly when he spoke, and she grinned.
"Well, duh! Where is its mommy and daddy?"
"It fell." His voice was soft, the breeze almost carried his words away.
"Huh?"
He gestured above her head, and Nora glanced up to see a nest balanced precariously upon the branches of a large tree.
"Oh no! Won't its parents be worried? What if it's left here, forever?"
He shrugged, a movement so subtle that Nora almost missed it.
"It'll die."
His words merely strengthened Nora's resolve.
"Well, we can't let that happen!"
She picked up the bird rather gently, her gaze burning, her mouth pulled into a grin.
The boy blinked, bewildered, as Nora tucked the bird into the collar of her shirt.
His gaze only widened as she launched herself upwards at the tree.
"Hey, what are-"
"Don't worry, I've got this!" Her cheerful cry rang out as she laughed, dangling dangerously with one hand as her feet slowly scrabbled their way up the branch.
She actually managed to make it, dropping from the branches with a thud as she dusted her hands off triumphantly.
"There, now it'll be fine."
She caught the boy's gaze inspecting her, and she turned to him, her smile widening.
"Why are you wearing such a fancy thing? Do you live around here? 'Cuz I don't think I've seen you around."
He paused at her questions, as if contemplating which one to answer first.
"It's my birthday… and we just moved here a while ago."
Happy that she managed to elicit more than just two words from him, she squatted down to where he was still crouching, mischief glinting in her aqua eyes.
"You know what my parents do when it's my birthday?"
Without waiting for a response, she reached out and lightly tapped his nose, grinning all the while.
"Boop. Happy birthday!"
His eyes flickered, an expression of confusion and amusement flitting over his face.
Someone called.
"It's almost lunch, hurry!"
He stood up, dusting the sleeves of his robe and beginning to walk back, when Nora piped up again.
"Hey, I just remembered. What's your name?"
His magenta eyes peered questioningly into her own aquamarine ones.
"Ren," he stated simply, but his eyes still held the question.
Nora began to dance back, her grin ever present upon her face.
"I'm Nora."