Chapter One: Haircut
The alarm blared in her ear, causing the crimsonette to throw her stuffed Grimm plushie at it. However, even knocking it to the floor didn't stop the blaring of the dreaded device.
"Twenty more minutes," She muttered, covering her face with her pillow. Groaning into her pillow, she tried to drown out the sound of the alarm, but it was just too loud.
Eventually, she couldn't take it and sat up with a yell of irritation. She jumped out of bed, showing off her dark brown pajama top with a Beowoulf on it and pink pajama pants with hearts on them. Rubbing her red hair with dark brown dyed roots, she sighed.
She picked up the alarm, turning it off and punching it twice before putting it back on the dresser. She sat down on her bed, fully awoken by the dreaded device.
"Welp," She sighed. "I guess it's time to get up. I should probably get Yang up too."
The seventeen year old yawned, getting up and walking into the doorframe, hitting her nose on it.
"Oww," She muttered. "Why did I… oh right, I'm still wearing my sleep mask."
She took off said mask, tossing it onto the bed. Glancing at the calendar on her door she had made with some… rather mature poses from one Weiss Schnee (procuring said pictures was the sweetest day of Ruby's life), she saw the date circled and her face paled a bit.
"Oh no," She gulped. "It's haircut day for Yang. Oh boy… Hopefully, that little monster's gonna be cooperative this time."
Walking out the door, she looked toward the room where her younger sister was sleeping. She opened the door, peeking in. She didn't notice the blonde, however, but did notice that her room was still unkempt from the last time Ruby had told her to clean it.
"Now, where could she be?" Ruby asked herself. "How can a seven year old actually get lost in here? Hopefully, I can find her quick and get this over with."
"Yang?" Ruby called. "Are you in here?"
She saw the pile of stuffed animals in the corner move, immediately turning and getting ready to clobber it if it turned out to be a giant spider. She'd never seen one, but Weiss couldn't convince her they didn't exist.
"Whatever you are, I have a metal scythe and I'll use it on you," Ruby said, hoping that whatever it was didn't have her resort to using her 'baby' as she called it. She'd built that thing with her uncle, Qrow and really didn't want to make it messy.
The animals moved aside to reveal the awoken form of Yang. The seven year old blonde was wearing a white t-shirt and yellow pants. Her long, blonde hair was quite messy with her bedhead.
"There you are," Ruby said, pulling her up. "Now, come on, let's get you some breakfast."
"I'm hungry," Yang muttered sleepily.
"I know you are," Ruby said. "Now, let's get some breakfast. It's a busy day today and we need to get going on it."
"Well, I want peanut butter cereal," Yang said, grinning her trademark grin, despite looking so sleepy. Her lilac eyes looked happy as well, in contrast to Ruby's silver ones, said silver ones looking a little dreaded at what she was going to have to do.
"Fine, fine," Ruby said. "But, you're not going to scarf down the whole box just for a toy."
"But, I want the toy," Yang said. "I'll bet it's another stuffed animal."
"I doubt it," Ruby rolled her eyes. "Now, come on, let's go."
"Alright, alright," Yang said. "I'm coming."
Ruby pulled the seven year old into the kitchen, watching her clamber up into her seat. She pounded her fists on the table as if it would make the food come faster.
"I won't make it if you don't behave," Ruby said. She loved Yang like a sister but some days she just wanted to knock her lights out. Today was one… it was an option.
"I want cereal," Yang said as Ruby made the cereal. Yang began to dig in, licking her lips at the cereal.
"Great," Ruby said, eating a banana and grabbing some toast with it. "Now, today, we have a very special treat for you."
"What is it?" Yang asked, eyes sparkling and making Ruby glad this day only came once every six months.
"It's a nice, pretty new hairstyle," Ruby said. Immediately, Yang's gaze grew dark and Ruby gave an instinctive shudder, knowing she was found out.
"What kind of hairstyle?" Yang asked, staring right at Ruby.
"Uh… a trim?" Ruby gulped, chuckling nervously.
"No!" Yang shouted, taking off and running into her room.
"Yang, get back here!" Ruby shouted, running after her. "It's happening today and you're gonna come back and take it like a normal person!"
"Never!" Yang shouted form behind the closed door.
"Yang, I swear to god, I will…" Ruby said, trailing off before she could think of something she'd regret. "Get out here!"
"Only if you say I'll never have to have a haircut again!" Yang shouted.
"I'm only trimming it," Ruby said. "I can drag your ass down to the salon and tell her to give you a bowl cut if you don't behave."
"Never!" Yang shouted. "I want long hair!"
"I won't cut it off, Yang," Ruby said. "I'll just make it a little shorter."
"You liar!" Yang shouted. "You're going to make me bald!"
"What?" Ruby asked. "No I'm not! I'm going to make your hair look neater. It's a bit of a mess."
"It is not!" Yang shouted from the other side of the door.
"Look, Yang, I know you like your hair," Ruby said. "But, you can't just let it get super long."
"It worked for Rapunzel," Yang countered.
"Yang, she was locked in a tower," Ruby said. "If she was in the real world, she'd have all kinds of crap in her hair."
"I'm still not getting a haircut!" Yang shouted. "Never never ever!"
"Yang, why are you being so difficult?" Ruby growled a little. "I gave you six months to have long hair and I let you have it get long. Now, get out and let me cut it."
"NO!" Yang shouted. Ruby attempted to open the door, but it was locked. She pulled out a room key she'd kept in her pocket just in case of emergencies. She opened the door to a gut punch form Yang… well, it would have been a gut punch had Yang been about ten inches taller. Instead, Ruby was hit right in her pelvic region and while Yang was seven, she still had a fighter's spirit and a good left hook.
Ruby crumpled to the ground, thanking the gods and her lucky stars she was born a female as Yang ran over her, clearly finding a place to hide as she was in a panic.
"Yang, I'm going to kick your ass when I find you," Ruby growled, picking herself up, having just about had it with her sister.
She walked out to the garage, grabbing a coil of thin ropes as well as a roll of duct tape, putting the coil around her arm and the duct tape roll in her hand.
"Oh, Yang!" Ruby called out. "I'm gonna give you some cool accessories to help with your hair. Wanna see?"
"What kind?" Yang could be heard from somewhere in the hallway.
"I think you'll be surprised as to what I found!" Ruby called back.
"What are they?" Yang eventually walked down the hallway, curiosity overcoming instinct as she walked in, seeing Ruby sporting the duct tape and rope.
"Duct tape and rope," Ruby said, twirling the roll of duct tape on her finger.
"But, that will stick in my hair and make a mess." Yang said. "I don't want that."
"Well, I'm not gonna use it for accessorizing," Ruby lunged for the blonde.
Outside the house ten minutes later, a tall redhead walked up to the door, a note and some flowers in hand. She had not once but three times almost considered going back home, but she eventually had made up her mind (with some goading from a cousin) to go to the house with the note and flowers.
She'd "chosen" to wear her tightest red jeans and a low cut bronze colored top as well as a headband that resembled a tiara, picked out by her wonderful cousin. She had considered taking them off, but she was somehow convinced it would be a good idea to wear them. They went well with her green eyes, making them stand out with the rest of her being quite red.
"Can't be too hard," Her cousin had said and she was… almost never wrong. Of course, the biggest time she was right was when she bet she couldn't get away with smacking the ass of another woman she wasn't related to… the woman happened to be such a good sport she made out with her behind the bleachers at the high school they were attending… but, she digressed. She wasn't here for her cousin; she was here for herself.
"Just breathe, Pyrrha," She whispered, trying to steady her heart. It wasn't like she was doing surgery; she was just asking out someone she'd had feelings for since she'd hit puberty. Nothing hard about that, right?
Before she reached up to knock on the door, she heard a crash and some loud shoutings.
"Get back here, you little shit!" She could hear. The voice was right, but the yelling seemed off… for this early in the morning. Of course, it was haircut day…
Pyrrha sighed, pulling out the key she'd been given to the house by its resident. Opening it, she was revealed a sight she would have expected on a cop show.
In the living room, the windows shut, was the small form of Yang, restrained to a wooden chair by ropes that held her arms to the arms of the chair and her legs to the legs. A strip of duct tape was placed across her mouth, though it did little to prevent the angry shouting and thrashings emitting from the seven year old.
"Yang?" Pyrrha asked, setting the flowers and note down and walking over to the seven year old. "What happened?!"
"Don't," The voice of Ruby came as she stumbled over onto the couch, holding a pair of scissors.
"What happened?" Pyrrha asked, looking over at Ruby.
"Haircut day," Ruby said with a sigh.
"I see," Pyrrha said. "Well, do you need any help?"
"Not really," Ruby said. "Unless you can get her still. I had to tie her down just to get her still."
"Speaking of that," Pyrrha said. "Why the tape?"
"She kept trying to bite me," Ruby said.
"Well, why not just not cut it?" Pyrrha asked. "She keeps it well groomed."
"Because I told her she'd only get six months and she agreed to it." Ruby stood up, walking over to Yang.
"Well," Pyrrha looked at her childhood friend. "Why don't you just work out a better way to do it."
"The only thing she'd agree to is not getting it cut at all," Ruby said. "I told her she's gonna get it cut by me until she's thirteen. Then she could decide what she wanted to do with it."
"Well, how about I cut it this time?" Pyrrha asked.
"No offense, Pyr," Ruby laughed nervously. "But, do you remember the time Jaune asked you for a haircut."
"To be fair, I was inexperienced," Pyrrha said. "Also, Jaune was wearing pigtails at the time. And was nine."
"I still can't tell if Jaune's a guy or girl," Ruby twirled the scissors around. "Despite the boyish attire."
"At this point, no one can," Pyrrha laughed. "Comes with having seven sisters. I'm sure when Jaune's comfortable, he or she will branch out. Buuuuut, it probably won't happen until they move out."
"And you wonder why I never wanted to join you on your little excursions there," Ruby said. "Now, you soothe Yang while I trim the golden locks."
Yang continued to thrash in the chair, fighting against the ropes that restrained her.
"Yang," Pyrrha said, holding the blonde's tiny hand and pulling the tape from her mouth. "If you let Ruby trim your hair, will you let me hold you and give you a cool new hairstyle?"
"I don't want a haircut," Yang said. "I look like my mom."
"Well, sweetie," Pyrrha said. "I'm sure your mom got her hair cut too. You'll like your new look."
"Is it gonna look stupid?" Yang asked.
"No, of course not," Pyrrha said. "But, you will have to let Ruby cut your hair. It will grow back. She's not going to cut it all off."
"How do you know that?" Yang asked suspiciously.
"Has she done that before?" Pyrrha asked.
"…No," Yang said.
"Well, then, she won't now." Pyrrha said, untying the seven year old from the chair. "Now, let's get your hair cut, alright."
"Alright," Yang sighed.
"Finally," Ruby groaned, bringing over a plastic sheet to catch the hair and beginning to cut the blonde's hair. Yang struggled, but calmed down when Pyrrha rubbed her arm.
After about a half hour, she stopped, breathing a sigh of relief. With her new haircut, Yang looked in a mirror.
"It doesn't look ugly," The seven year old crossed her arms, her older sister clenching a fist as if she were about to knock her lights out, but decided it wasn't worth it.
"Well, you've got six more months without one," Ruby said. "Now, get outta here."
Yang took off, heading to her room muttering about how she didn't want a haircut… she still sounded dejected at this, Ruby rolling her eyes.
"Well, I suppose I should be going," Pyrrha said quickly, standing up.
"Woah, hold on," Ruby said, taking her hand. Pyrrha immediately felt her face heat up, hoping the crimsonette couldn't see it.
"Y-Yes?" She asked, looking at Ruby.
"Thanks," Ruby grinned. "I really needed you here."
"Uh, you're uh, welcome" Pyrrha's voice squeaked.
"You okay, Pyr?" Ruby asked, tilting her head. "You sound off. You got something in your throat?"
"No, uh, n-nothing's wrong?" Pyrrha asked, nervously chuckling.
"Uh, okay," Ruby sighed, looking at the chaos that had been enacted by simply trying to get Yang to get a haircut. "Say, what's with the flowers? You win another beauty contest?"
"Oh, uh, those are for… my mom!" Pyrrha said quickly.
"But, you hate your mom," Ruby said.
"Not hate," Pyrrha said, laughing nervously. "Just disagree vehemently with. But, uh… I gave a bad excuse, didn't I?"
"Yes," Ruby leaned back with a smug look on her face. "Sooooo, you got a crush on somebody?"
Pyrrha felt her face turn as red as her hair, looking at the crimsonette in front of her and trying to think of something, anything, to dispel the nervousness she got.
"N-No," Pyrrha said in a squeak not unlike a mouse.
"Is it Reeeeeen?" Ruby asked in a teasing voice. "I hear he's quite huge in all the right places."
"I'm pretty sure he's with Nora," Pyrrha felt a laugh come as they joked about their friend once again. "And, he's not that big. You saw that at that one pool party we had at Nora's place."
"Ha!" Ruby snickered. "That was hilarious. Seriously though, who're the flowers for?"
"I… I can't tell you," Pyrrha gulped, feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket. "Oh, hold on."
"Oh go ahead," The smug look returned to Ruby's face. "I can wait."
Pyrrha picked up the phone, answering the call.
"Did you ask already?!" The female voice asked, causing Pyrrha to almost drop the phone.
"Not now, Saffron," Pyrrha said, that ever-present blush returning with a vengeance.
"Oh, are you already in bed?" Saffron asked, allowing Pyrrha to almost feel the smirk on the other's face. "Remember the clitoris is the most sensitive part of the body."
"Babe, stop teasing her," Another female voice said as an audible sound of a nose being flicked could be heard. "You're gonna mess it up. Now, just hang up and let her do it on her own."
"Oh, just because you have a doctorate in Engineering makes you think you know everything about everything, doesn't it?" Saffron asked with a challenge in her voice.
"Told me where your special zone was," The other voice said.
"You cheated!" Saffron shouted.
"I'm, um, still on the phone," Pyrrha said.
"Oh, uh, sorry," Saffron coughed, the other voice laughing at her remembrance. "Well, why don't you just buck up and start kissing?"
"Goodbye, Saffron," Pyrrha sighed, hanging up.
"So you are asking someone out," Ruby said with a knowing smirk. "So, who's the lucky guy? And how much help did your crazed lesbian cousin try to give you?"
"Um… Pyrrha gulped. "Well, I don't really want to say, so I think I'll just go home."
"Well, if you want my help, lemme know," Ruby waved to her as she got up, taking the flowers and note.
"I… I'll do that," Pyrrha said. "And, I'll tell you how it goes."
She quickly ran out of the house, shutting the door hard.
When she had shut the door, she sank to her knees, burying her face in them.
"I'm such a coward," She sighed in frustration.
Ruby shrugged when Pyrrha left.
"Wonder what that was about," She mused. "I guess it's a big deal. Wish she'd ask me out… course, it's probably some guy with a nice set of abs and a dick to match… stupid non-muscular frame… stupid mom for giving it to me… stupid cookies for being so delicious."
At that moment, she glanced up at the cookies on the shelf, feeling guilt.
"I'm sorry, babies!" She wailed, grabbing the box and hugging it. "I didn't mean it! You're super delicious!"
She returned to her room with the box, grabbing a couple handfuls and beginning to eat them as she turned on the TV on her dresser. She sighed, looking at her calendar.
"At least I got a chance with Weiss," Ruby said, looking at the picture in question. She sighed, tossing the box of cookies aside and lying back on the pillow, sighing heavily.
And, here we have another RWBY story. This one I had a couple of ideas for, but overall, not much so I probably won't update it as much, but I had fun writing it. It's gonna be a bit of a slow burn Milk and Cereal, but I like the pairing, so I want to work with it. I hope you enjoy the chapter and I'll be back with another at some point.