Hello there everybody. Welcome to what is most likely the best thought out thing I have written in years. I had this idea a couple nights ago and it just wouldn't leave my head.

So with the combined brain powers of me and Snoogenz we bring you something that is sadly underdone. Together we bring you….

Remnants of Hope

Swish and the wheat fell. Swoosh, and the next group dropped. I had long ago decided that watching my mother work was like watching a fine art. This fact had become even more important when we discovered I was a weapon myself.

Soon the wheat was all cut and my mother, Summer Rose, tossed me in the air. The sensation of transforming was one I was still getting used to; it tingled as I shifted between weapon and human, landing squarely in my mother's arms.

"So, how was I mom?" I asked noting the warm gentle smile on my mother's face.

"You were okay. You don't have a proper blade so the wheat has a really jagged cut but that will be fine. Your balance is excellent by the way. Although I still for the life of me, can't figure out why the handle slides, or what the hole in your shaft is for." My mother's analysis of me was exceptionally concise. Just goes to show how great she was when she was still a Meister. Smiling, I looked at my wrist; it was almost time to go.

"I love you mom," She always smiles larger when I say that. Makes me feel great too if I'm being honest. "But it's time for me to get to the airport. Can't be late for my first day of school can I?" With that she let me down and we got in the car. We had packed a while ago and getting to the airport was fairly easy. I was just a little bit nervous about leaving home, but at the same time….

"ohmygoshthisisgonnabeawesome!" I then hugged my mom and ran off to find the kiosk that was giving out the tickets to the final leg of the flight to Shibusen. Reaching it I pulled out my acceptance letter and was quickly handed a ticket. Gate 6 row 12 seat 36 A. Alright lets go then.

I ran to the gates and was greeted by some third year students. The one with white hair and the scary teeth directed me to another student. The girl with the pigtails then dragged me over to the plan. I wasn't sure whether to be startled or appreciative. I then, as calmly as possible, walked onto the plane. The destination being what it was the plane seemed very empty. Only about a third of the seats were filled. I walked over to my seat only to find that I was one of the few people who actually had someone they were sitting with. Mind you I didn't complain. Her white hair was beautiful, her skin was magnificently fair, and when she looked up at me I found that her light blue eyes almost trapped me. Shaking myself I introduced myself.

"H-hi I'm… my name is… Ruby Rose." I mentally smacked myself. That is absolutely not how you're supposed to introduce yourself. The cold stare it garnered from the girl did nothing to disprove that notion either.

"Did I ask for your name? I don't think so. Now if you don't mind just sit down where you're supposed to sit and allow this plane to begin its take off alright?" She was cold, mean, and downright gorgeous? What have I gotten myself into? Nodding in agreement I sat down, not failing to notice the downright shocked face she gave; this was going to be a long ride.

"I… umm… what's your name?" If this was going to be terrible I was at least going to make something useful happen.

"Do I look like I want to talk?" Her response was hurtful. She looked bored, miserable, and well bored. Of course she looked like she wanted to talk. I didn't say that though. I just sat there. So much for making friends before school started.

And so the plane ride lasted through the night. I didn't get any sleep though, because I was too excited for our destination and too nervous about my neighbor being angry if I snored or something. I didn't as much as look at her during the rest of the ride over to Death city. However when we landed I looked over and saw that she was still asleep. So I shook her awake, earning me a lecture on why you shouldn't wake a woman up from her beauty sleep, I really should have seen it coming.

I started to stand and walk away, but then I felt a hand on my wrist. "My name is Weiss Schnee, daughter of Maxwell Schnee, and first weapon in the Schnee line." With that she walked away and off of the plane.

"Weiss Schnee? Damnit; why did her name have to be as beautiful as she is?"

Then I walked off just as slowly as I had walked on.

"When they said the school was ten thousand steps up from the rest I thought they were being metaphorical." I didn't quite realize what I was in for until I had reached, step number five thousand twenty six, and still could not see the top. Rolling around I decided that the stairs were comfortable enough for a little rest. That was when I noticed the girl who was staring down at me with a smile. She handed me a bottle of water which I happily drank from.

"The first day is the most important, don't worry you're almost there, you can do it!" Then the girl with the double ponytails starting running up the stairs making me feel entirely out of place. Not wanting to disappoint I got back up and started moving again; confident that I would reach the top in the next hour.

When I finally did reach the top I saw signs galore pointing first years to this one classroom. It was pretty bare for a classroom. No desk or anything was here. They just shuffled all of us towards the back. It was with a little happiness that I noted that Weiss happened to be here as a first year too. I started to hear whispers complaining about the wait. Deciding not to wait much longer I called out to the guy in the corner with the white stripes in his hair.

"Sir the class and me were wondering how much longer we must wait."

"The class and I, you dolt" Weiss apparently had a thing for grammar. Lovely. I would have used that to start talking to her had the boy not gotten everyone's attention by clearing his throat.

"My name is Death the Kid. I am a third year student and like the rest of the people at Shibusen may call me Kid. I am here to ascertain which people here would make good teams." I certainly hoped that he would give me a good Meister. It did sadden me that Weiss was a weapon though. I would have liked to have her as a partner.

"You in the red and black." Kid declared without so much as looking up from the floor.

"Me?" I asked not quite sure if he actually meant me.

"Yes, and you in the white, the one with the attitude problem."

"What!" I heard Weiss shout angrily.

"Pair up." I stood there in disbelief for a moment alongside Weiss. Surely the third year could tell that I was a weapon just like Weiss. He then turned his head slightly.

"Tall, dark, and hostile. Pair up with hoodie and spar with these two. The gym is marked clearly on the directory." After he said that the tall girl that Ruby only noticed just now walked out with an equally unnoticed little kid. Deciding not to make a scene I walked just behind them. Weiss followed not too much later, although she was very clearly frustrated, and wanted nothing to do with me.

When we reached the gym our sparring partners introduced themselves or rather the tall one introduced both.

"My name is Blake, this is Gambol, and who might you be?" She was very calm and collected. Almost as if she had known who her partner would be before we even entered the building.

"My name is Ruby, this is Weiss, and it's nice to meet you Blake. Gambol as well." With that said Gambol took off the hoodie revealing her brown skin and white hair. She didn't say anything, instead she quickly transformed into a massive sheath, with a not nearly so large blade inside of it.

"Let's just get this over with" Weiss said as she began to transform. It made me nervous the fact that she honestly believed me to be a fellow Meister. When she finished and was in my hands she was a very lightweight sword, a rapier if she had to guess, not exactly my cup of tea. Taking a stance I had only seen in movies I felt unprepared. The voice in the back of my head didn't help.

"What kind of stance is that you dolt!" I could hear Weiss yelling at me even though she was a weapon right now.

"So this is what being a Meister is like? How did you even deal with dad Mom?"

"I don't even want to know. Just be aggressive. You need to win this fight quickly if you're going to win with no experience." And apparently it goes both ways. That was just perfect.

Following Weiss' advice I dashed forward with the sword by my side. Once I was in range I then slashed at Blake. It was easily blocked by the sheathe of Gambol. I could feel this made Weiss unhappy. Clearly I wasn't going to win the fight like this. I thought about it for a moment too long and Blake vanished. In an instant there was the feeling of cold metal along my throat. Blake had caught me like a mouse in a trap. There wasn't anything I could do to save myself from- then it hit me.

"Weiss trust me for a moment alright?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just trust. Please?"

"…. Fine"

"After I let go transform and sweep Blake's legs."

I then let go of Weiss, who became a bright light as she changed back. In that moment I changed, not failing to notice the look of shock on my partner's face, the shock quickly being switched with understanding. She swept Blake's leg and quickly grabbed my shaft. Swinging me around was mostly a forced thing due to gravity, but it did what it was meant to, it quickly brought the "blade" of my scythe form into the ground around our opponent's neck. Weiss brought her leg up to Blake's chest holding her down.

"Yield" She demanded. It was with those words and the look of approval as she glanced at me that I knew. We were going to be the best team. Meister or no we would make it happen.

Well then. That was a first chapter alright. Im trying something new here doing the characters from the first person point of view. Tell me what you think of the story. This will be going under an alternating schedule with Wishes.

I would just like to thank Snoog my good friend for all the help with this story (s?)he is giving.

With that Read, review, and live life well everyone.
Fun Fact: this chapter was written while I ate toast