Author's Note

It's been about 5 years since I last wrote fanfiction, although I never published any of it. I recently got really into RWBY and decided to try my hand at writing again. I wrote a few bits of some fics and I thought they turned out pretty okay, and I really like writing about these characters. So I decided to publish for the first time what will hopefully be the first of many RWBY fics. I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

On the Run

Blake POV

The night was young, and so were we.

I was eternally grateful that Ruby and Weiss gave us these occasional nights off so Yang and I could go out together. Our lives were so messy; it was hard to keep track of making time for simple things, like dates.

Yang and I walked together, hand in hand, down the street as dusk began to set. I watched the blonde in the light that cracked through the buildings. Her hair bounced as she walked, but her eyes scanned the area around us, always weary of the constant threat of crime. Her face was soft, but her expression hard, dominant, and protecting, as she always was on the streets. I smiled softly and looked forward, scanning the streets for signs of danger. I was so lucky to have her. I was so lucky she had found me.

We finally arrived at our destination, a small restaurant that we had stopped burglaries at a number of times. Yang's fingers still wrapped in mine, she finally relaxed her stance as we stood in front of the door. She grabbed the door with her free hand, and released my hand.

"After you," she bowed with a playful smirk, the smirk I loved so much. I couldn't help but feel a smile rush to my face as I entered the simple restaurant.

"Blake Belladonna! Yang Xiao Long! It's so lovely to see you two here tonight! A private table, I assume?" the host said, recognizing us almost immediately. The owners of the shops we had protected made it a point to provide us with services for free, in exchange for the fact that we never charged for our services. We did not have to pay for a single thing within a 10-block radius of our home, but we made it a point to use these things as sparingly as possible.

I nodded at the host, still smiling from Yang's goofy smirk. My beautiful girlfriend stood by my side as the host grabbed two menus, and began to lead us to our table. I reached for her hand, but instead felt a gentle squeeze on my butt. I struggled not to yelp softly, and instead glared at her as I felt for her arm and pulled until her hand was locked with mine. It was hard to maintain the glare for more than a few seconds, as she returned it with a sexy smirk.

God, I was so head over heels for this girl.

The host led us up the stairs, to a private table in the back of the room. It was surrounded by dividers, except for a large window, which overlooked the city streets, which were almost completely empty for the night. As darkness fell, anyone in their right mind stayed indoors. Perhaps they were out of theirs, but they were okay to travel at night, as long as they were in at least pairs. They could defend themselves.

Since night had fallen, the restaurant was fairly empty anyways. The host left them with menus, and a waiter came to take their drink orders. A normal night out for the most abnormal of couples.

I pushed away thoughts of the night outside of that window. I looked directly at Yang, her lilac eyes locked with mine.

"It's so nice to get out with my kitten," Yang smiled warmly, placing her hands on the table for me to put mine into.

"I've missed these little dates," I said softly, entangling our fingers together once again.

"Let's forget about that, let's focus on us." Yang rubbed her thumb over mine, and my face filled into an even wider smile.

The waiter returned with our drinks. We hadn't even had to look at the menu. This was our normal date spot, the best restaurant that would serve us for free. We already knew what we wanted, and placed our orders with little hesitation. A plate of grilled salmon for myself, and a steak for Yang. The waiter nodded, and whisked away from our table once more.

As our conversation and hand holding continued, dusk turned into the darkness of night. I could feel my stomach knotting. I glanced out the large window. The dim street lamps barely provided enough light for the average human to see between them. Yang always got more nervous at night. Everyone did. Even though I could see very clearly in the dark, the anxiety of others had conditioned me to be nervous at night.

Yang squeezed my hand, bringing my attention back to her. "We'll worry about that on the walk home. Don't worry about it now," she said with a nod.

I nodded in return, allowing a warm smile to fill my face again after staring into her beautiful, lilac eyes. We continued talking softly, complimenting each other. We spent every waking moment together, and every night wrapped in each other's arms. Date nights were often filled with no real talk substance, simply compliments and taking in the pure beauty of each other.

It was not long before our food arrived, considering we were the only customers in the restaurant at this hour. Normally, the owner/chef would have closed at dusk, but our arrival prompted him and his two sons, the waiter and the host, to keep working just a bit longer, just for us.

It had been so long since we'd gotten one of these nights out, and the food tasted fantastic. We ate swiftly and silently, as we usually did. Although it was date night, if Ruby and Weiss needed us, we had to quickly be out and defending them. Eating had to be swift, or there was a chance it would not get done.

I finished before Yang, which was normal for this restaurant, as my serving was smaller than hers. I was watching her as she ate, absorbing in the way her hair bounced off her shoulders, and the way…

Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. Movement, on a building only a street away from the massive window.

"Yang," I said suddenly, turning to the large window, and squinting, attempting to make out the movement.

Yang looked up from her food, and saw my eyes trained on the rooftops. It was too dark for her to see. "What's there?"

My eyes focused. There was a figure, pacing the building, crouching at various points on the rooftop. The figure was wearing a deep brown cloak, making it hard to distinguish any other features. People don't just pace rooftops in Vale without an intent. Since it was Vale, it was highly likely that these intentions were not good ones.

"Someone's on that rooftop. Pacing. Cloak. Can't see anything else. Suspicious as hell, I'll tell you that." I looked back over at her. She was already up, readying her Ember Cecilia. I stood up, removing my Gambol Shroud, ready to head into the night.

We hurried out of the small private area, almost running into the waiter.

"We're very sorry, an emergency came up. Thank you for the meal, it was very good," I said quickly, walking backwards as I continued to follow Yang.

"No problem! Come back anytime, you two!" he called after us with a bow.

I turned back around as we prepared to head down the stairs and out into the night. I grabbed Yang's hand, leading her in the darkness. I quickly turned us into an alley, and we dashed through the night.

Yang POV

I fumbled with my scroll in my free hand while Blake led me with the other. I could generally see, but Blake preferred to lead the way in the dark, ensuring that we would not be victims to a jumping or surprise attack from some lowly street gang, or worse, members of the White Fang, the local mafia.

I quickly sent an emergency message to Ruby and Weiss, a simple message, of just coordinates. I slammed my scroll back into my pocket, keeping up with Blake's fast lead. Blake suddenly stopped, and we crouched at the end of the alley, looking up at the building.

The night was dark, and I could see very little. I trained my eyes, and the figure walked in front of the large moon hovering just above the building. Now I could see what Blake had been talking about. A figure, in a cloak, was silhouetted up against the glow of the moon. I let out a small gasp as the figure continued to pace. As the figure turned, they stopped, dead in their tracks.

"Gotta be Faunus. They've spotted us," Blake whispered to me. I squeezed her hand tightly in response, attempting to focus my eyes on the shadow instead of the moon.

I heard footsteps running towards us on the street in front of us. I peered around the corner, carefully, to see my younger sister, Ruby Rose, and her crime fighting partner, Weiss Schnee, approaching us. Blake's eyes were still locked on the cloaked figure, who still had not moved.

I pointed up to the building. The two girls slowed their run as they turned to look, eventually meeting us.

Blake's eyes still had not left the figure. "Yang and I will take the front end of the building. You two get around to the back, and we'll begin our climb up there in one minute. Go!" she said immediately. Ruby and Weiss nodded, quickly running off across the street.

Then the figure moved. Like a blur in the moonlight, the cloaked figure ran across the rooftop and leaped onto the one next to it.

"Go! Get to the top!" Blake yelled suddenly, running forward.

Weiss stood in the middle of the empty street, aiming glyphs up the side up the building with her Myrtenaster. Ruby, gearing up to run as fast as she could, bolted up the side of the building in a blur of red and rose petals. Blake had already sprang into action, using her Gambol Shroud to swing off of lampposts and flagpoles on the sides of the buildings, climbing and scaling the width of many buildings, keeping up with the pace of the cloaked figure.

I looked at Weiss and nodded. I ran to her and she hopped onto my back. Using a combination of her glyphs and the shots from my Ember Cecilia, we leaped upwards from glyph to glyph to the tops of the buildings. We landed with a powerful thud, and Weiss jumped down from my back. Sprinting, we quickly caught up with our other teammates as we leaped from rooftop to rooftop in pursuit of the cloaked figure.

"Can we launch Ruby to the other side? We might be able to stop them if we have someone around front," Blake asked as we ran.

"Absolutely," Ruby and Weiss exclaimed in unison.

Blake and I split apart, allowing the other two to come through the middle. Ruby remained running in front, and Weiss behind her, but with a bit of room. Blake tossed me her Gambol Shroud, which I easily caught. The four of us came to a grinding halt at the edge of a building. The cloaked figure only had a two-building lead on us.

Snapping into action, Weiss used a glyph to pull back the strap of Gambol Shroud. Ruby hopped onto the glyph, her Crescent Rose extended, and ready to go. With the simple and well-practiced launch, Ruby went soaring into the air, several buildings ahead of the figure.

I tossed Gambol Shroud back to Blake, and we immediately began running again in just over a second after Ruby had been launched. Leaping and climbing up small building height differences, we saw that the cloaked figure had come to a stop when Ruby appeared about two buildings in front of them. They turned around, to see us quickly in toe, and turned back around to see Ruby running from the front. The figure looked back and forth a few more times, before running towards the edge of the building as we were each only one building away, preparing to leap off.

Ruby saw what was about to happen, and quickly charged forward at full speed, in a blur of red and rose petals. The cloaked figure leaped into the air, off of the edge of the building, but was immediately shoved back onto the rooftop by the blur of red coming directly at them.

The figure hit the rooftop with a loud thud as the three of us leaped onto the same building as the two. Ruby was holding down the still cloaked figure, which was a shocking feat for her in such a close combat situation.

I quickly kneeled down, changing places with my little sister, knowing I was the strongest of the four of us. I was still expecting a fight. I was still expecting resistance.

I now understood why Ruby was able to hold the figure down. There was no resistance. There was no fight. I quickly pulled back the hood on the cloaked figure, who's outline was enhanced by the heavy moonlight.

There lay what appeared to be a young boy. Short, cropped, greasey, brown hair topped his head, which looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks, with small, brown, floppy animal ears sitting atop his head. His eyes were closed, knocked out. His skin was pale and chalky. He had little fat in his face, and appeared to be far too skinny for his own good.

I quickly untied the front of the cloak to check for signs of breathing, weapons, and the mark of the White Fang. The wolf Faunus, as I quickly learned, was not a boy, based on the small breasts that were tucked away in a tank top beneath an open flannel shirt. Her chest moved up and down, slowly, showing the signs of breathing. I listened for a heartbeat, and found a faint, yet steady one. I looked for a weapon, and found what appeared to be a small, blunt, hand axe of some sort, attached to a belt around her waist. I gently pushed back the flannel around her neck, and saw no mark of the White Fang.

After investigating these key points, I carefully looked over her body. She looked as if she had not had a full meal in weeks. She was knocked out cold, either by the force of landing back on the rooftop, or perhaps fainting from exhaustion and dehydration. I noticed a large fluffy tail coiling around the back of her body. The tail was greasy, and looked as if it had been pressed down and condensed. Her health was in grave danger.

I looked up at the others.

"Call Doctor Ozpin. She needs help, immediately."