A/N: Yeah, I have never written a fanfic before so reviews would be great! I would like to become a better writer maybe/hopefully/sorta so any helpful things is MOST APPRECIATED AND WELCOME!
One-shot, so is this the first chapter? Whatever...
I couldn't believe that of ALL the people to get stuck with for four years was her.
I mean, I was Heiress of Schnee Dust Company! She was nobody! The first thing she did here was show how clumsy she was. She blew up for Remnants sake!
I had grown up that you did your best in everything. No matter what it was. Posture. Manners. Position. And there she was, two years ahead. Which meant that Professor Ozpin had seen something in her.
I tried so hard to do things well, and she had followed Roman Torchwick and had almost died and still was accepted to Beacon!
I have never been physically strong. My father wished that he had a son, and no matter what he did I would always be the same. Weak. I had specifically ordered Myrtenaster to make up for that.
Then she had shown that she could just jump into combat without thinking, like I had to. I had to forcibly remember every fencing lesson and think about it. With her, she obviously had no problem like I did. I knew I was better. I planned through things, I remembered the BEST lessons Remnant had to offer. Dad made sure that I had the best, so I could BE the best.
When he came home after a trainload of Dust had been stolen by the White Fang, he took his anger out on anything and anyone. I had been that once or twice, and the scar above my eye showed me every day just how perfect I had to be. Otherwise I could lose everything.
So I did...
I showed him that I would become a Huntress. I showed him that I can still fight despite how weak I am. I was BETTER. I was PERFECT.
But even I had slip-ups. I took a wide stab. I misplaced a foot at the wrong time. I wasn't perfect YET. But I was defiantly going to be. I even told her that, and after I stormed off, I could barely make out her broken words;
"You don't even know me..."
No, I don't. I don't know that I want to. Friends had to be as perfect as me, otherwise Dad wouldn't approve.
...
After she ran out to face the Death Stalker, I realized Dad couldn't get me here. I was in school. Away from him and his guards. MY guards. I could be nicer, let down my own guard a bit.
After initiation, I realized my team had very good talents. I was so prepared to be lea-...
What?!
"Ruby Rose."
Of course she would be chosen. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized that she did come up with a good plan, but I quickly snuffed it out with my own thoughts about it.
During class she had distracted me. Again, a small voice in the back of my mind told me that she was only trying to help, and her advice had been solid; which meant she at least wasn't completely stupid.
And again I stuffed those thoughts away and went to tell Professor Port just what I thought about it.
...
He somehow changed my mind. Sure she was unprofessional and silly, clumsy and awkward, even a bit shy at times...but she was my leader. Now SHE had to be her best too...
Finally, she was on my level. And if she was going to be the best leader, then I was going to be the best teammate...and I even told her that.
She was even staying up late studying, even though she did make a mistake. I told her that. What? I was only sharing my vast knowledge to her. Helping her and...whatever. I don't need to explain myself to you.
Now maybe I could begin to be her friend. Dad would hopefully approve. After all, she had to be her best. Sure she made mistakes. Slip-ups. But even I did. We just had to learn from them to become truly perfect. And once I- I mean we- were...
Team RWBY led by Ruby Rose would become the best team Beacon would ever have...