A/N: Hello! First off, if you're reading this, thank you for giving it a chance. This has been a thought in my head for a while now so i finally decided to write it all out. I don't think of myself as much of a writer, but I hope you'll enjoy this silly little story. Reviews and constructive criticism are gladly welcomed, so I can hopefully improve.

Disclaimer: RWBY and it's characters belong to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

This story is set roughly 20 years after RWBY's current time, as of volume 3. "Team SKRA" is pronouced "Sakura", for those wondering.

Learning From History

Chapter 1

Sunlight filtered through the gap of the curtains, a narrow beam of light landing squarely across a young woman's face. The searing light pressed persistently against her eyelids until she stirred herself awake, groaning in sleepiness as she sat up. Silvery white hair tinged with red streaks and tips scattered in every direction in an untamed mess of bedhead.

Glancing around the room as her mind slowly dragged itself from the depths of sleep, she took note of, with a small amount of jealousy, her teammates still fast asleep in their respective beds.

The bright orange hair of Krann Duille was splayed out wildly as the girl in question snored away, her limbs spread out, as if she needed to cover as much of the bed as possible. Her covers were kicked everywhere except on the bed, the aftermath of a noisy and restless sleeper. The odds of her making the bed when she awoke were minimal, even with pestering from the rest of the team.

Further past Krann's bed was a much more tidy sleeping space. An elegant canopy not unlike what one would expect in the room of Atlas nobility encircled the bed. Sleeping daintily within was the resident 'princess' of the team, Regalia Ostrum. Even in sleep, she was the epitome of poise, not a violet hair out of place as she breathed softly, still wrapped in the gentle grasp of slumber.

Looking around to where the final member of the team's sleeping area was, the girl was greeted with a neatly made bed, absent of its usual occupant.

"Good morning, Amaranth."

A soft voice drew the girl's attention to the leader and final member of the team, Sora Mizu. Navy blue hair framed her face, a soft smile gracing her features as sky blue eyes looked over at the newly awoken Amaranth as she continued gathering her belongings for the day. Every movement had a calm and graceful flow, even during tasks as mundane as filling a bag full of books.

"Mmgn…Mornin' Sora," Amaranth drawled out groggily. Sleep was difficult for the young huntress to simply shrug off, whether due to a lack of sugar or a simple desire to return to sleep was question that was never truly answered. Amaranth rubbed at her eyes as she pulled herself out of bed, swaying slightly as her sleep-addled mind try to get her to return to the soft covers. Taking another glance across the dorm room at the still sleeping half of team SKRA, she let out a soft sigh. "Still don't understand how you get up so early."

"Consistency, for the most part," Sora answered easily with a soothing smile as she finished packing up all that she needed. Already dressed in the Beacon school uniform, she was prepared for the day before the rest of her team was even awake, taking her responsibility as team leader seriously. Sora walked over to Regalia's canopied bed, intent on rousing the rest of her team from slumber. "Today is especially important, as I've heard there'll be a Hunter on grounds today as a guest speaker. It's a good opportunity for us all to learn from a veteran."

Amaranth went about her morning routines to get ready, doing her best to simultaneously pay attention to her leader. A difficult task when she got overly enthusiastic about hearing of Huntsmen and Huntress' firsthand experiences with the Grimm. "Do you know who the guest is supposed to be?" questioned Amaranth as she was brushing out her white locks, pulling the strands over her shoulder into a loose ponytail.

Poking her head out of washroom, Amaranth saw Regalia rising from her bed slowly, her poise preventing her from even seeming sluggish aside from a lack of attention to the conversation. Sora had started on the much more difficult task of rousing the deep sleeping Krann from slumber. The girl would probably be able to sleep through an entire Grimm attack without so much as stirring.

"No, it was a last minute change from what I've heard," Sora replied with a faint frown, as she continued trying to shake Krann awake. Each gentle push merely drew out a louder snore as the girl rolled over into a more comfortable position. The leader let out an exasperated sigh as she attempted to come up with a plan B for awaking the deepest sleeper of team SKRA.

"We most likely shouldn't have high expectations of this 'veteran' if they are nothing more than a last minute substitution."

Amaranth glanced to the side at where the snooty comment came from, seeing Regalia already immaculately freshened up as if she had been awake for hours. Amaranth never could figure out how she got ready in a matter of moments, especially given the complicated braid the noble girl wore her long violet hair in the majority of the time. Eyes as gold as jewelry looked over at Amaranth in a disdainful glare, scrutinizing her appearance as she let out an irritated sigh. "How is it you still aren't ready when you awoke before myself?"

For all her poise and beauty, Regalia was a bit of a grouch in the mornings.

Letting out an annoyed grumble, Amaranth moved to gather up her uniform from her dresser. She continued watching the unsuccessful attempts Sora made to wake Krann as she changed into her clothing, letting out a sigh as she resigned herself to helping her leader with the daily hardship. Pulling a whistle out of her belongings, stepped next to Krann's bed, the girl still blissfully snoring away, unaware of her teammate's plight.

Staring down at the piece of metal, Amaranth was reminded of the many rudely awoken mornings caused by it. As much as she loathed the noisemaker, it's useful in situations such as these caused her to view it as a necessary evil. Sharing a quick glancing with Sora, who reluctantly nodded in silent permission, Amaranth brought the whistle to her lips.

The shrill shriek of the metal object filled the air before being drowned by an even louder shriek of surprise.

"Gah! Wha-" A loud thump cut off any response, as Krann's wild flailing from being awoken so suddenly sent her tumbling off her bed. The three other members of team SKRA stared at the groaning figure splayed out on the ground. Emerald eyes slowly opening, staring at the ceiling as her mind reeled from grogginess and pain. "Ugh…I hate that damn whistle…"

Team SKRA, with all of its members now fully awake, made their way to their first class of the day.

Grimm studies seemed as if it would be a class that most young Hunters-in-training would look forward to. In most cases that would be true. But not when the teacher of said class is a balding Professor Port.

For those with the patience and interest, such as Sora, to listen to his always growing list of past battles and accolades, a wealth of knowledge about lesser known ways to battle the creatures of Grimm could be learned, providing a much needed advantage against the beings of darkness. Most, however, lacked this discipline.

"…So when the wily beast attempted to disarm me of my trusty blunderbuss, I had to resort to my bare hands! Grapping the charging Boarbatusk by it's namesake, I throw the beast over my shoulder, pinning it to the ground as it struggled against-"

As Amaranth's attention span reached its limit, she glanced to her side at her teammates. As usual, it amazed her how Sora seemed to hang on every word of the old Huntsman's tales, as eager to hear valiant stories about those who fought the creatures of Grimm.

Content to let Sora enjoy the exploits of how the Professor somehow managed to fight back a pack of Beowolves by apparently using a Boarbatusk as a club, Amaranth's attention drifted to the teammates seated on her other side.

Regalia sat with her usual perfect posture, seeming at first glance to be listening as intently to the tale as their team leader. It became obvious after a moment of observation though that the noble girl was simply spaced out as she attempted to survive the "dull tales meant to inspire the plebian masses out of inaction", in her own words. Not that she would every admit to something as unladylike as 'spacing out.'

In between Amaranth and Regalia, sat Krann. The rowdy fighter of the team didn't even make an attempt to seem like she was paying attention to aged Professor's lecture, instead focused on sending notes around the classroom. Constant back and forth notes with other students left her repeatedly trying to stifle laughter, effectively preventing Amaranth and Regalia from focusing on their Professor's words even if they were interested in the subject. Any annoyed glares Regalia sent towards Krann were either unseen or entirely ignored, as she constantly nudged her teammates to draw their attention to the notes she found amusing.

"…And to this day, I still have the tusk of that beast I defeated as a permanent reminder of my ingenuity that day." What sounded like the end of Port's story managed to draw Amaranth's attention back to the front of the class, many students mimicking the action, all used to the Professor's long-winded tales. "Now, before I go into anything else, I'm sure you've all heard that we have a guest speaker today."

Mention of the mystery Hunter that was visiting Beacon drew even the people with the shortest attention spans back to the Professor; even Krann abandoned her message relay to pay attention to the new event in the normally predictable class procedure.

"Our guest happens to have been a student here at Beacon, specifically one of my former students, and she has quite a number of missions under her belt, perhaps enough so to even rival my adventures, hah!" The Professor's inability to not go off into a tangent about his past experiences seemed to extend even into introductions, already recounting a few run ins with Grimm as the door to the classroom opened quietly. The experienced Huntress walked silently into the room, taking a calm position near the Professor's desk as his rambling continued, whether he was unaware of the newcomer's presence or simply overjoyed to have another audience member was unclear.

Quiet murmurs spread throughout the students, the Huntress' hooded figure hard to ignore as all eyes focused on her, ignoring the rambles of their Professor as he spoke about the time he supposed tamed a Goliath. Team SKRA's attention likewise turned to the guest, each having their own reaction. Sora practically radiated excitement, eager to listen to an active Huntress speak about her experiences. Regalia attempted to feign indifference, but the arching of her brow showed her peaked interest. Krann simply seemed desperate for the Huntress to take over in order to hopefully stop Port's insatiable need to spin an absurd tale every few minutes.

Amaranth's reaction was noticeably different, as her eyes widened, looking almost in fear as she stared at the red clad Huntress. As she pulled her hood down, exposing her black and red locks, Amaranth's anxiety on increased to the point she shrunk in her seat.

"Oh, no…"

Ever the concerned leader, Sora took note of the distress in her partner's voice, looking over at the shrinking girl with a worried look. With the smiling Huntress momentarily forgotten, she turned to Amaranth to see how she could help. "Is something wrong, Amaranth? You seem…nervous?"

The girl in question didn't answer, shrinking further into her seat as the Huntress slowly scanned the seated students, Professor Port still rambling on about one story or another. Amaranth practically tried to hide behind her teammates as the Huntress' trained eyes drew closer to her each second.

"Don't notice me, don't notice me, don't notice me…"

Amaranth nervously muttered a desperate plea, drawing the attention of her other teammates and further concern from her leader. She ignored their line of question as she drew in a deep breath as the famous scythe wielder's eyes drew closer, before passing over. Amaranth let out the breath in relief as the Huntress seemed to not have noticed her.

The exhale unfortunately drew the Huntress' attention back to her.

Two pairs of silver eyes locked on each other, one brightening in recognition as the other dimmed in dread.

"Oh, Dust…"

The day that started off normally quickly became clear to Amaranth Rose-Schnee as the day that she died. Of embarrassment.

"Ammy~!"

Ruby Rose's excited squeal drew all attention to her, including Professor Port, his most recent story of combating Grimm forgotten. Ruby beamed a huge smile as she waved enthusiastically at Amaranth, completely ignoring all of the stares directed towards them both.

"Oh~, I was hoping I'd get to speak for your class, this is gonna be the Best~. Day~. Ever~!"

Amaranth's head planted onto the desk, groaning as she realized just how long her day was about to become. "Why did it have to be Mom…?"

A/N: Ruby always struck me as being one of those embarrassingly loving moms, constantly doting over her daughter .

If you've made it this far, thank you for your time! A review would be gladly welcomed to help me improve or at least let me know people want more. I have the story pretty much outlined at this point, so its simply a matter of finding the free time to write it all out. I will try to get chapters out as I can, but I don't have a set schedule at this moment.

For those wondering, Weiss will have multiple appearances, and interact with both Amaranth and Ruby.

With all that said, I hope you enjoyed this silly little story idea at least a bit. I will do my best to make the rest of the story just as enjoyable if not more so. Until then, thank you for reading.

~ Nekonyaneko