A/N:

This will be an AU fic, if you couldn't tell, and will have its own unique story. It will still function on TG physics, and will have characters from both RWBY and TG in it.

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How much red did it take to dye a white knight black? I was told the answer was split in two, a flood and a drop. A flood, which could dull the mind until the red was all there could be. Even so, I was more interested in the drop. The logic behind that was that the drop, if it was something you cared about, would shatter you far faster than any flood.

I smiled at the thought, glancing up at the light February sky. Snow gently drifted down from the gray expanse, settling on my nose. My hand adjusted the scarf around my neck, my gaze glancing around the city.

People crossed streets, stepping around cars and continuing their lives. Their chitchat mixed with the car horns and the sounds of the city, forming an opera of the metropolitan city, Vale.

It was my first year living in this city. I was accepted into the college known as Beacon University, where I was mostly studying biology, along with some philosophical classes on the side. Nobody ever believed me when I said that of course since I think I don't really give a vibe of being an intellectual.

With a shiver, I walked into the coffee shop. The warmth of the heater washed over my skin, a sigh of satisfaction escaping me. Glancing around the shop, I looked for the person I had planned to meet.

"Jaune! Over here!" Said the voice. I glanced around, my eyes settling on the red haired girl named Pyrrha. Her green eyes met mine, a large smile on her face. I returned the motion, walking over with a slight shiver. She looked down, her face turning red slightly. "I was early, sorry."

"That's nothing to apologize for." I chuckled. "If you keep saying sorry people will think you're Canadian and not Greek."

"Very funny." She said, crossing her arms. Pyrrha had been a friend of mine for ages, longer than I could remember. It still surprised me I got into the same school as her, considering her grades. Even so, I was happy that we could still meet up like this.

"Don't be like that, you know I was kidding."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get us coffee. You want the usual?" She asked, standing. I nodded, thanking her as she walked over to the counter.

"And in breaking news, another murder has taken place in the 7th ward. A mother and her child were mutilated, most notably the stomach of the woman and the face of the daughter. The current suspect is a Ghoul, most likely the Rose."

I grimaced, looking over at the news announcer as she held up her papers, trying to keep back a look of disgust. I glanced back at Pyrrha, who calmly placed my coffee in front of me.

"Thanks." I said, taking it in hand and blowing on it gently. Brushing back my blonde hair and taking off my scarf, I leaned back to look at the news report.

"Another Ghoul attack, huh? It seems they're getting more common every day now."

"Its unfortunate, I just hope the police can start cracking down on those monsters."

Ghouls, a separate species that are said to feast upon human flesh. They're a minority among the population, so nobody really knows much about it. Some say they are great predators, monsters of red mass and teeth. Others portray them as humans in disguise, slowly stalking their prey.

I slowly took a sip of my coffee, turning to the window and glancing outside.

"Its beautiful outside, though." I said, changing the subject. Pyrrha giggled, leaning in and glancing out my window.

"Yeah, it is. I had to buy a jacket just for this." She said, pointing to her chest. I stiffened, looking away.

"It looks good on you. I'm just using a hoodie for the time being." I said, glancing down at my black hoodie. On the inside was a red fabric, which had a slight fuzz to it. It wasn't anything fancy by any stretch, but it did well against the cold.

"Careful, cute girl, 2 o'clock." Pyrrha said, taking a sip of her coffee indiscriminately. I instantly turned my head, Pyrrha grabbing my arm. "Don't look! That's not subtle!"

I started forward, glancing at my coffee.

"Okay...? How do I look at her then."

"Just...take a quick glance."

"Why is this so hard?" I sighed, glancing back behind me. Instantly, my muscles stiffened and my joints locked. A small girl, probably no more than 5 and a half feet, gently wrote down peoples orders. She had short black hair, and these amazing gray eyes. I had blue eyes, but they were a vibrant blue, not silver like those.

"Woah." I said, turning back. Pyrrha nodded, crossing her arms in approval.

"Told you." She said, glancing at her coffee. "She's coming this way!" I straightened my back, staring straight ahead. Pyrrha took one glance at me and sighed, taking her coffee into her hand and standing up.

"Where are you going?"

"Just roll with it. She'll get the wrong idea if she sees us together."

"We haven't even talked yet! How do I even know if she's into me? You know I'm bad at reading girls!"

"Sorry, but I'm not sorry. Just be yourself." Pyrrha said with a shrug, walking out the door. The waitress glanced over, noticing me. She bounced over, smiling as she held out her pen and paper.

"Hello! My name is Ruby and I'll be your waitress! May I take your order?"

"Uh...can I just have a muffin?" I asked.

"Mmhmm!" She said, scribbling it down and running off.

I bought time... retreat!

I rose, grabbing my coffee and glancing around. Noticing the books, I slid out from the table, nearly knocking over a chair, and casually sped walk over to the book section. Nobody would come to the book section! I would have the time to retreat and think. Why did Pyrrha abandon me? I was tempted to text her, but I knew she wouldn't respond. With a sigh, I glancing into the pile of books.

I could fake confidence like I usually did, but that hasn't turned out so well. She seemed bubbly, but what went with bubbly? Smooth? No, that's not right. God, if only Pyrrha was here.

"Sorry, but I'm not sorry. Be yourself."

I sighed. That usually turned out worse. Its not like I have much going for me. I faked my SAT scores so I could get into Beacon, but it was the only way.

At least I was a natural blonde.

I chuckled, grabbing out a comic from the desk. Pulling it open, I noticed it was a comic about the 'little red riding hood'. The twist was that she apparently was a badass fighter, and attacked these large black wolves.

"The original fairy tale was better."

"Eep!" I yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the comic. She flinched in surprise to my reaction, my face growing red.

"Uh...sorry. Didn't mean to sneak up on you." She said, taking a bite out of a muffin.

"Isn't that mine? Why are you eating it?" I asked. She glanced at the muffin, then back at me, turning red.

"I-I thought it would be c-c-cute." Said Ruby, her voice thick with embarrassment.

Cute? Okay, even I'm not that dense. Is she hitting on me?

"Isn't the original fairy tale for kids, though?" I asked, holding up the magazine. The girl smiled, pulling it out of my hands.

"Not the original one. I think Red ends up getting eaten or something like that. All the original fairy tales are brutal."

"Really?"

"At least in the volume I read." She said with a shrug. "I may have been trying to act elitist to look cool." She said, crossing her arms and nodding her head.

"Well, effect achieved. The name's Jaune, Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue. Lady's love it."

"Really?" She said, tilting her head.

"That may be a lie. I am a natural blonde, though." I said, standing up straight.

"That would explain the blonde hair." She said, leaning in. "Yep, looks natural to me."

"How would you know?"

"I don't," She said with a shrug and a slight blush. "But I mean, I don't think its hard to tell if someone dyed their hair."

"I suppose." I said, nodding.

"Well, I'm Ruby Rose, and...u-uh...I like machinery? That sounds totally nerdy..." She said, gripping her head. I chuckled, glad to see she was as nervous as I was.

"I think that's awesome. What do you do?"

"Oh, I just take apart clocks and stuff and put them back together, nothing too fancy."

"That's impressive, I know I couldn't do that." I said with a shrug. "Mostly because I seem to have the Death Touch with every electronic but my phone."

"Oh, you can't be that bad..." She said, writing off the notion.

"You'd be surprised. I once broke my sister's clock just by staring at it. The cat may have helped out, but it did break." I said, pointing my finger. She giggled, sticking her hands in her pocket and looking down.

"So that girl that was with you..."

!

My inner alarm went off. Pyrrha had trained me for this moment. She said that this, in its true form, was a green light.

"She's just a friend."

Her eyes lit up, meeting mine.

"I get off work in a minute. Want to go walk around or something after I change?"

"Sounds good." I said, my words slightly off. The impact of her sentence nearly knocked the wind out of me. Was this...a date? This was a date. Oh god, okay. What do I do now? Pyrrha never actually thought I'd get this far!

She walked off behind the counter, vanishing for a few minutes. I took the time to pull out my phone, leaning against the bookcase.

-Uh.. I think I actually got it.

-Rly? Congrats!

-Wat now?

-Just roll with it.

-Pyrrha!

- ^ . ^

I sighed, putting my phone to sleep mode and placing it back in my pocket. Looking upwards, the feeling of having the wind knocked out of me returned. Ruby smiled as she walked down the stairs, no longer wearing her vest and tie uniform. She just wore a hoodie, red, but it was something about the way she wore it. The casual way she walked, and the authenticity of her smile.

"Are you ready to go?" She asked, giving a smile.

"Y-Yeah." I said, walking forward.

We left the shop, walking through the snow. The lights of the city buzzed as night time approached, the fog still blocking out the chance of seeing any stars.

There goes my romantic constellation bit.

"So whats it like? Working in a coffee shop, that is. It seems nice." I said, glancing down at her. "All the coffee you could drink."

"Its...interesting. An odder experience than you'd think."

"Really? Like how?"

"W-Well, uh... actually, its pretty average I guess." She said with a shrug, shivering slightly.

"Where should we go?" I asked, glancing forward. "I think we're just walking around randomly."

"Yeah..." She said with a giggle. "Ooh, how about Going Coco? Its this awesome chocolate place I know."

"Chocolate? You got quite the sweet tooth, don't you?" I said with a slight laugh. She blushed, glancing away with a smile. "Aw, its okay. I have seven sisters, I needed a sweet tooth to survive."

"You have seven sisters?" She said with surprise. "I only have one and I think I'm going mad because of her."

"Tell me about it. I was the middle child too, so I had the older ones to boss me around and the younger ones to pull my hair." I said, thinking about old times. "I guess I miss them, though. The silence of my apartment is a little unsettling."

"That's cute." Ruby said, smiling slightly. Her smile faded as her gray eyes glanced off blankly into space. I furrowed my brow, looking back at her.

"Is something wrong?"

"N-No, nothing." She said, flinching slightly. "Just a small ache or something." A sigh escaped her as she stood up. "Sorry about that, just a little hungry."

"Do you want to go to an actual restaurant?"

"Its fine, they serve hotdogs at the chocolate place." She said. "You can even get a chocolate hotdog."

"That sounds amazing."

"It really isn't." She said, laughing. Snowflakes rested in her black hair, giving her a crown of snow, almost. I turned down the street, pointing down the street to the train tracks.

"I know a shortcut over this way, if you want to get out of this cold faster."

"Yes please!" She said with a smile, following me in behind.

"I used to work around the chocolate place you described, I think. Earlier in the semester, that is."

"What happened?"

"I told you I was bad with machines, right? Well, I was working a cash register for Mr. Ronalds and I broke it. Like, bad."

"How does that even happen?" She chuckled. "What did you do?"

"I guess my cookie got stuck in the gears or something." I said, balancing on the train tracks.

"Oh! I love cookies!" She said with a smile. As if the thought of food pained her, she stopped. Her face contorted, her hands wrapping around her stomach.

"Ruby? What's wrong?" I asked, running over to her.

"Get out of here!" She said, throwing her hand back. Tears rolled down her face.

"What happened? What's wrong?" I said, reaching into my pocket.

And then she stopped. Ruby stood as if nothing happened. She looked down, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around me. I flinched at the hug, looking down at her.

"W-What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" She said, her voice flat, tears dripping off her face. I hesitantly placed my arms around her, calming her sobs. She leaned her face in, placing her lips right by my ear. The cute girl in the coffee shop was gone.

"I'm sorry."

Pain.

I watched, my arms around her, against the white snow, as crimson rain floated through the air. Glancing down, I noticed Ruby biting into my shoulder. Her eyes had gone from that beautiful gray to a blood red, the white of her eyes a midnight black. Veins of black blood pumped from her eyes as she bit into my shoulder, blood spraying out of the wound.

The sky instantly greyed as the fog of winter surrounded us, the world losing its color. My knees buckles, but she caught me in her hands, tearing further into my neck.

I was dying.

In the distance, just on the horizon, through the fog, I saw a light. The light of death. I watched as the light grew ever so slightly brighter. Then came the horns. The heavenly horns, the horns of angels, rang out throughout the dying sky as she bit into me. My screams as she tore the tendon out of my neck met the invisible angels in the air, each playing their horn.

Yet the light grew brighter, and I realized it wasn't Death, at least not yet. It was a train. That was no heavenly angels hiding in the fog and light, but the horn alerting us.

I weakly pushed her back.

"We...need...to get...out." I sputtered weakly. She sobbed, biting into my arm.

"Train." I said, weakly grabbing her. She growled, pushing me over. As a last effort, I grabbed her hood, bringing her down with me. I winced as I laid across the railroad tracks, my waist against the metal line. Glancing up weakly, I stared up into the black, teary eyes of Ruby.

As the train split us both in two.