Prologue

Weiss Schnee, heiress to the most renowned Dust company on Remnant today. Along with being the inheritor of the largest Dust distributor, she is also a rising singing sensation. Wealth, looks, and power, she had it all. It was no wonder that all eyes would fall on her wherever she went.

Pyrrha Nikos, undefeated fighter and poster girl for many brand-name products; cereal, deodorant, clothes, sports wear, weapons, and more. Flaming red hair, firm physique, kind personality, everyone wanted a chance to be someone to her.

Both formidable girls attended the most prestigious hunter and huntress academy Vale had to offer: Beacon. Only the cream of the crop were admitted; the best of the best. Those who excelled academically, physically, and socially. After all, teamwork is everything.

Weiss's PoV

Kissing the ground, landing gears gently brought the transport ship to the landing pad. Whirling of propellers slowed and the airlock door popped open, relieving the cabin pressure before sliding down into its hatch. A rollaway sheet unfurled from the opening to the ground. At last, my travelling was over. Grabbing my three carry-on bags and collecting the rest of my materials from the cargo bay, I headed up to the campus. Suitcases wheeling behind me and shoulders loaded with bags, I was totally prepared to dominate this educational facility.

As expected, I felt the familiar sensation of being the center of attention. I smirked as the whispers of awe hummed around. It's to be expected, after all, I am a princess among peasants.

Shifting my eyes, but not my head, I the area and reveled in the eyes on me. It felt nice to be so noticed. Something Father never did…

Shaking my head, clearing those dreary thoughts. I returned to my discrete observation. Naturally, people were returning to themselves, the shock of seeing one such as I having worn off. Taking a deep breath, wait. There was an abnormality. Letting out my breath, which I had held at the shock of seeing such an anomaly, I refocused my attention on the strange sight before me. It was girl, perhaps two or three years my junior, on this campus. She wore a red cloak and didn't seem the slightest bit interested in me. In fact, I don't think she even noticed me.

She was walking right towards me, her head tilted to the sky. Whistling a some tune to herself. She's heading right towards me! I'm not going to move, I am a Schnee, I don't move for anyone! Surely, she's not daft enough to-

I fell on my back. She actually crashed into me! Looking up, I saw her rubbing her head in tender care, as though she were trying to remove a stain on delicate cotton. Something seemed to click in her and she quickly snapped her head to me.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Here, let me hel-"

I swatted her extended hand away. "I do not need your help! I don't need anyone's help." I picked myself up and dusted my skirt.

"Ooook, well, ummm… I don't know… I'm Ruby Rose and-"

"I don't care." Picking up my fallen bags, I turned just in time to see her shrug and walk away, resuming her nonchalant demeanor and resuming her little song.

Did she… not recognize who I am?

Pyrrha's PoV

Uncomfortable, an old friend. It was a frequent guest in my mind, ever since I became who I am; The Invincible Girl, never without attention. Piercing eyes from all around and whispers, too. Foolishly, I had hoped that Beacon would be different.

Sighing, I trudged onward to the main building. Willing the eyes to stop staring and the hushed conversations to disperse.

At last, they complied. I let out a grateful breath from my anxious lungs. I always end up holding my breath when this sort of thing occurs.

Stopping in my tracks, I watched a welcoming sight. There was a girl with her arms folded behind her head, taking leisure steps and a catchy tune whistling from her lips. I couldn't help but smile. She seemed oblivious and content; in her own little world, taking in the large campus, perhaps dreaming that she will one day attend. She looks too young now, but perhaps in a few years, she'll be attending classes here.

She must have felt me staring for she stopped her easy pace and song. Turning to face me, her silver eyes locked with my own emerald ones. I expected the typical reaction, her running over and excitedly engaging in conversation. Mentally preparing myself, I looked back at her, but she had just shrugged and moved along, resuming her carefree aura.

Does she… not care who I am? I smiled, maybe Beacon is different.

Weiss's PoV

Orientation, class assignments, announcements, blah, blah, blah. Dorms, now that's something not entirely mundane. As a Schnee, I proudly feel entitled to the best dorm, or at the very least, not sharing…

… so, I am sharing a moderately acceptable dorm. I guess it can't be helped. After all, I suppose it would be prudish and foolish to think that I would have either simply because of my heritage. Which, I will perhaps be grateful for in the future. Not only does it give me the opportunity to prove myself and advance, if that I'd possible, but it also metaphorically separates me from my father.

Sighing to myself, I walked along the seemingly endless hall of rooms. On the west side if the school was the girls' dormitory and on the right, the boys'. This year, Ozpin - the headmaster - has decided that teams will be assigned differently this year. Well, the formation of teams will take place at graduation. Throughout the four year, us students will be analyzed and paired up with who we are most likely to be cooperative and efficient with… I guess.

Anyways, I just hope that my roommate isn't a total mess, and will not try to show off. Those people are the most annoying. Almost like that girl who didn't even seen to know who I was! What was her face again? Oh, it doesn't matter, so long as she isn't my-

I had opened the door while being lost in thought. If it weren't for the scarlet cloaked figure atop one of the beds, I probably wouldn't have come out of my reverie so suddenly. This can't be happening. It's like something out of a bad book or something.

Red had her back turned toward the door, maybe I can quietly leave and see if it's possible to switch dorms. Surely, I have some influence here. Too late, this is my fate now. Stuck with the most annoying person at this school.

Her hood was drawn up, but she seemed to be bobbing her head in a rhythm and her right arm was methodically moving, as though she were sketching. Listening to music and drawing? Whatever.

Setting down my bags, I finally took a look around the room. Seems she had already claimed her space. It was reasonable, perhaps a little less than half of the room. Her stuff seemed to be mostly schematics for some scythe or music. There were a few boxes of what I presumed to be art supplies and clothes. What's with the cloak? No, it's none of my business. The less I associate with her the better. After all, she's quite the annoyance.

At last, I had unpacked my stuff. My dorm mate had left some time ago. A brutish blonde came and took her away. Something about, "My little sister is here!? Let's celebrate!" I'm just glad she's out of my hair.

It wasn't so bad. I mean, she didn't really bother me today. At all. In fact, I don't think she even realized I was here until that blonde bimbo of a sister barged in here. She was so caught up in her own little world with her headphones on and sketchpad open. Admittedly, it was a tad bit aggravating. Does she not know how privileged she is to have me as her roommate!

Wait… why do I care so much. Isn't this what I wanted. She isn't a slob, she doesn't gush over me, and she's quiet. Ideally, she's the perfect roommate.

Sighing, I seem to be doing that a lot of late, I stood up from my bed. My eyes curiously wandered over to the black covered bed, a large pad of paper lay open. From here, I couldn't quite make out what lay upon its top page. I know it's none of my business, and I couldn't care less about her or her drawings, but… I mean. Maybe I'll learn something about her?

With my shaky rationalization in mind, I stepped towards the paper. Hopefully this cliche story that I'm living so far, won't continue, and she'll come in and see me with one of her more personal belongings in my hands. Then I'll have to awkwardly explain my weak idea. And blah, blah, blah, suddenly we're really good friends…

Taking note of the sketch pad's positioning just in case that dolt us unexpectedly critically observant, I gingerly picked up the artist tool. Well… that's not what I was expecting. Seeing how much of the "art" that littered the room was weapon blueprints, I wasn't expecting something so… elegant. Maybe I misjudged her.

Pyrrha's PoV

My dormmate is an energetic girl named Nora Valkyrie. She also, didn't seem to care who I am. I'm already liking Beacon.

She's a nice girl, talkative, and has a friend named Lie Ren. They're not "together together" whatever that means.

Nora left a ten minutes ago, saying she was hungry. I was left to myself. I felt so drained. Nora had seemed to have infinite energy and would talk and talk and talk. It wasn't annoying, just exhausting. At least I'm all unpacked. I can rest for a bit now.

"Ruby! I still can't believe you didn't tell me you were coming to Beacon!"

"I know, I know. But to be fair, I had only found out literally minutes before I landed."

There were two voices outside. Nora had left the door open.

"What do you mean?" A blonde girl walking backwards came into view.

"I mean, Ozpin and Glynda picked me up, asked if I wanted to attend Beacon, and then I was taken here." The second voice was still on the other side of the wall. The pair had stopped. For some reason, I felt drawn to that spot of the wall, willing to see past the sheet rock and discover who the other voice belonged to.

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"So… they came and found you, then?"

"Yup."

"Wow… Rubes, do you know what that means?" The blonde suddenly had a large grin.

"Uh… no?" The other girl sounded nervous.

"You're totes the Bee's Knees! You weren't just personally selected, you were sought out!" I jumped back. Yang, I think that's what the blonde's name is, suddenly leapt towards the other girl. Now, only her back was visible

…

…

"Oops, sorry. Heh, just, I'm so proud of you!" it was the blonde again. She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly for a moment before turning around and walking past my door.

"I know… thanks sis." A black combat boot came into view in the bottom of the doorway. For some odd reason, I held my breath. Time seemed to pass so slowly as the rest of the mysterious girl's body came into view. Her leg, then her hip, her abdomen and chest…. … … it was her. And for some reason, my heart pounder violently. Maybe it was from holding my breath? Maybe not.