Might Be Dreams by The Creepy-Psycho-Loner
Disclaimer: All characters are not owned by me. I simply do the plot.
AN: This is my first RWBY fanfic! Go easy on me lol
It has been several months already, and they were nothing closer to figuring out what evil plan was being concocted. Ruby had no recollection of anything beyond Pyrrha being disintegrated by Cinder. No one knows of what happened to Blake and Weiss was sent back home to Atlas. No one really knows what happened to anything beyond that day.
Jaune trained to become a better fighter ever since, and not to brag but he was actually becoming quite adept. He had no room for failure this time around. He couldn't risk losing someone else he... loved. The thought of her made his blood run cold, yet hot at the same time.
He knew that Nora and Ren were completely put off kilter by the death of Pyrrha, too. Nora's radioactive, endless optimism grew somber and Ren talked much less than usual (so basically... never). It was off-putting to say the least.
But this time was different, this time they were talking, this time they were laughing; they were happy. They were at the next stop on their quest and everything just felt right for once.
"Jaune!" he heard Ruby's unmistakeably nasal voice call out to him as she ran.
"What's up?"
Ruby bent over her knees to catch her breath before her signature smile split her face in half. "Guess. What. I. FOUND!"
"What?" Jaune almost shouted in excitement.
"Guess!"
"What," Jaune said, groaning is annoyance. Getting Ruby to NOT make him guess was such a chore.
"Guessss!"
"Ruby!"
"Okay okay," Ruby gave in, rolling her eyes. "One word: Froyo!"
Jaune's stomach and taste buds knew exactly what that word was! "Where?"
"Around the-" but before Ruby could finish her sentence, there was a dusty silhouette in Jaune's place. Ruby sighed.
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When Jaune entered the endearingly sweet Froyo shop a with beautiful and almost disgustingly cute décor, he was (understatement) surprised to see the server was
"P... Pyrrha?"
The red head looked up with soft eyes that smiled on their own. "Hello Jaune. Nice to see you again."
"But you... I... You're..."
Pyrrha just smiled again. "Jaune, what are you talking about?"
Jaune swallowed the thick lump in his burning throat. There was so much he wanted to say to her. He wanted to tell her how much he hated her for sacrificing herself because even though the world needed her, he needed her. She was his world. He also wanted her to know how much he loved (and still presently, loves) her and that she gave him more than he could ever repay. He wanted her to never leave him again, yet Jaune knew in the back of his mind that this was a dream, because he was too happy, too unlike what their reality was. All he managed to say though was, "I didn't know you liked Froyo..."
To which Pyrrha laughed something beautiful and god-like, song-like, life-like; "I do enjoy the occasional strawberry-almond medley."