A:N/ Hey guys. This is my first fic. so any and all feedback is appreciated and welcome. This is going to be a Romance adventure fic. The plot will not just be their romance, it will be a greater problem the RWBY cast had to face along with the romance. So, without further ado
An Arc of White Snowflakes
As Jaune Arc was standing in front of the bullhead about take him away from his home, he was contemplating three things: He was about to leave for Beacon, the most prestigious hunter training academy in all of Vale. Also, there was the very large possibility of him dying during or after his time at said academy. And what was the third thing he was thinking? Well he was thinking he was very much terrified of this monstrous contraption that they dared to use as the main mode of transport in Remnant
"Jaune, sweetie, you don't have to go you know," Jaune's mother said, clearly knowing about, and noticing,his discomfort of this particular mode of travel.
"W-what? I'm not afraid of this plane, I-I was just, uh, thinking about my new school. Yeah. I was totally not at all thinking about this bullhead and the way it flies and pitches and the way I immediately start to feel sick," Jaune said as he became visibly paler and paler. By this point Jaune's knees were shaking and it was all he could do to keep standing upright.
"Jaune for goodness sake, just get on the dust-darned plane," a gruffer voice stated.
"I know dad, it's just that I hate the fact tha-woah!" Jaune exclaimed as he was physically picked up by his dad and thrown on the plane. "Dad! Wait! You can't just leave me to this death trap! Mom, Dad, help, please! Ooooh," finished Jaune as the plane took off and he was instantaneously struck by the dreaded ailment of airsickness.
"Have a good time, Jaune!" That was Jaune's Mother
"Don't die," Aaand that was his father
At this comment Jaune's mother gave her husband a look that would stop a boarbatusk in it's tracks
"Sorry," he replied meekly, "Couldn't help myself."
Well this is just perfect, Jaune thought as he almost puked yet again and had to go back to concentrating on not releasing his breakfast contents for all the world to see. First, he has to leave for a brand new school. Second, he had never stayed away from home for any extended period of time, so this was new to him also. Third, he was freaking puking in a trashcan! Strangely enough, everybody seemed to avoid looking at Jaune, something for which he was grateful for, even if it proved to be a bit awkward. Anyway, we'll be at Beacon soon anyway and I can leave this dust-forsaken contraption behind. This was the one and only thought that kept Jaune on the plane and not out through the side doors. As Jaune was thinking about his current predicament he noticed a small red and black blob appear at the edge of his vision. Jaune was extremely surprised when the blob seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and started talking to him in a rapid fire pace.
"Heyareyouokay?Mysisterwantsmetobesocialbutidontwanttobutshesforcingmetotalktopeopleandyouweretheonlypersonherewhowasntscarybutistillhatetalkingtopeoplebutididitanywaybecauseimgrownup becauseidrinkmilk!" This was all said in one breath, with no interruption. Which rather scared Jaune because he thought this person was going to pass out. However, before he could show his concern, the ship started to descend and, once again, Jaune had his head in the trash can.
"OhmygoshumthatsalittlegrosssoimgoingtoleavenowIhopeyoufeelbetterbye!" the figure once again fired off as it disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived. Immediately afterwards, a woman appeared on the projection board in the it was, Jaune was too busy examining his breakfast to pay attention to the person who appeared on it. As the bull head finally hit the sweet, sweet ground, Jaune all but jumped up and ran out of the plane, fully prepared to lay down and kiss the ground, not caring how many saw it. This plan was interrupted, all reminders of airsickness gone, by the enormous gray and white steeples, beautiful courtyards, and the astounding lights of the tower that gave the school it's name: Beacon Academy.
Okay, you can do this. Just… act like a Schnee and everybody will respect you. This is no different from any of those horrible social functions that father made you go to. These were the thoughts that were running through the Schnee Heiress' head before a friendly hand was placed on her shoulder.
"Calm down, Weiss," said a boy who was standing nearby. He was dressed in all green with black accents and, were those pink cuffs? He had long black hair with the exception of a single pink streak down the left side of his head, near the front.
"Thank you, Mr. Lie. Although, I do not need calming down. I am perfectly fine, thank you very much." Weiss was dressed in an all white bolero with red lining on the inside and a white skirt. "Combat Skirt!" A voice, coming from a petite girl in red, called from the distance.
"Weiss," the boy, said again, " This is not a fancy occasion, you can call me Ren, and you do need to calm down. You do not need to be 'Ms. Schnee' here, you do not need to be 'The Heiress' here. In fact, here, you could take this chance to have people get to know you as simply 'Weiss'."
Weiss took a deep breath and then let it go. It seemed to physically relax her, and the tension visibly drained from her shoulders. "I know, Ren. It's just that I'm used to having to uphold the "Schnee name" everywhere I go. I guess I could try to be a little… nicer."
"Just be yourself, Weiss. You won't get that chance at home. Now I'm going to go find Nora before she breaks anything... else." Ren sighed, not even wanting to think about all of the trouble Nora could've gotten into in his absence, "See ya, Weiss. Remember, just be you."
"Have a good aft-I mean, goodbye Ren. And thank you," Weiss said with the barest traces of a smile gracing her pale but beautiful face.
As the long haired boy walked away he saw a red blur zip past him and collide with Weiss. The moment Weiss got up, all his work was gone, she was back to being the princess. Ren sighed, but walked away, knowing that Weiss could only change if she alone worked at it. C'mon, Weiss just be who you want to be, not the heiress your father made you to be.
As Ruby zipped through Beacon, trying to find her sister, who had-of course-abandoned her, she couldn't help but marvel at all the splendid creations people had brought as weapons. Of course, none could compare to her weapon of choice, her sweetheart, Crescent Rose. Crescent Rose was a wonder of weapon smithing and engineering. The Scythe and High Impact Sniper Rifle hybrid (Snythle?) had three different forms. A fully extended form where the blade is extended so she could interchangeably slice with the blade and shoot the gun. There is an unextended form where she is only able to shoot the sniper. And finally, the fully compact form made it all about the size of a loaf of bread. In it's fully compacted form it could be stored under her cloak with ease. With all these thoughts about 'her beloved' running through her head, she didn't notice the white form in her path until it was too late.
"Ahh!" Weiss screeched as she was bowled over by the red speed demon. "Watch where you're going you dolt!"
"I'mreallysorry, IwasjustrunningandthinkingaboutstuffandthenIjustranintoyou!" Ruby said as she, again, motormouthed through her words.
"Do you even know who I am? Or what's in my luggage that you just knocked over with your reckless behavior?" Weiss demanded.
"I-er-no?"
"Well, I am Weiss Schnee, Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. We are Remnant's largest manufacturer and producer of Dust. This," Weiss stated proudly, brandishing a vial of dust in Ruby's face, "is the highest quality fire Dust crystal the SDC can offer."
Ruby noticed an almost imperceptible amount of Dust leaking out of the vial Weiss had shoved in her face. "Ah, er, Weiss, was it?" Ruby tried to interject, but couldn't due to the Heiress rambling on about the SDC and dust safety precautions. When Ruby tried to get her attention again, the powder landed on her nose and she immediately let out a huge-
*Ach-ooo!*
Immediately, there was an explosion that raised a huge dust cloud, and caused the crowd that had gathered to avert their eyes. When the dust settled and everyone had seen what'd happened, they all, as one group, started to back away, and then began to run. Unlike Ruby, the other students knew exactly what would happen if someone angered any Schnee, much less the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company.
As Ruby woozily looked up from the eagle-spread position she found herself in, she noticed a peculiar noise, or rather, the lack of one. Every single person in the courtyard was, well, no longer in the courtyard. However, she did notice a chill, which was odd because she had just exploded, right? She should've been nice and toasty. Ruby wondered what had happened to... er...Weiss? Was it? So she quickly turned around and froze in shock.
When Ruby had sneezed, it had ignited the vial of fire Dust in Weiss' hand. That vial had, in turn, activated every other vial of dust in Weiss' suitcase. The same suitcase that just so happened to contain copious amounts of ice dust. So there Ruby stood, frozen in shock and awe, in front of a huge ice spire, reaching almost as tall as a house and also contained one slightly frozen, but very enraged heiress.
After Jaune had recovered from the shock of actually being at Beacon (and after getting up off of the ground) he headed over to a group of girls to pull some of his smooth moves. He hadn't made it more than five feet towards his targets when a huge explosion, and then an ice spire, blossomed off to his left. As everybody ran away, Jaune figured that it must be a sign from the gods that he was never going to get a girl. These thoughts in his head ran to an abrupt halt when he noticed the white figure in the ice spike.
Jaune was astounded by the beauty and simplicity of the girl in front of him. While she was wearing a small tiara, the rest of her outfit was relatively simple. However, the simplicity of the outfit did not detract from her beauty at all. Instead, it complemented, and augmented it.
He was quickly snapped out of his musings when he noticed a red haired and red clad girl quickly race off. He absently noted that she was the speed talking girl from the bullhead. It was extremely amusing to see that the speed of her mouth matched the speed of her feet.
Jaune, once again, was once again torn from his inner thoughts by muffled noises from the white haired girl trapped in the ice. Jaune, being the upstanding soon-to-be-huntsman that he was, was determined to get the poor girl out of the ice. He started towards the pillar and notice that the girl inside was absolutely fuming. It was a wonder that she didn't just melt straight through her prison. Since he figured that it was highly improbable that she was actually going to melt her way out, he stepped up to the spire and charged up his aura. He channeled a large amount of energy into his hands and then held them up to the tower. He slowly, in a broad radius, released the stored up aura in such a way that it slowly melted through the ice.
Weiss slowly emerged from her ice-like cocoon and fell on the ground shivering. From her five or so minutes in the sub-zero temperatures, she was a little the worse for wear. Weiss, for the life of her, couldn't pull herself together. Ah, crap. There's no way I can have people seeing me, Weiss Schnee, Heiress to the SDC, in this horrible state. I-! Weiss' thoughts were quickly interrupted as Jaune, without hesitation and, despite the cold still lingering in the air, swiftly pulled of his black hoodie and put it around Weiss shoulders. Weiss was extremely startled by this unexpected display of kindness from him, even if he had just gotten her unstuck.
"Are you ok?" Jaune asked nervously, still a little unsure around this pretty girl he just met.
"I… yes. Thank you," Weiss replied, her usual cold demeanor discarded because of her fatigue and the kindness of this stranger.
"Jaune, Jaune Arc," he said as he held out a hand to Weiss.
"Wei-" "Weiss Schnee, I know," Jaune interrupted genially, as Weiss took his help getting up, "I-er, I kinda heard you yelling at that other girl before everything… happened."
"Yes, well again, thank you," Weiss replied, back in her, not rude, but still professional manner. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be going to make a call to replace all this dust that speed demon ruined."
With this, Weiss gathered up her now scorched luggage and marched off in the direction of... Jaune had no idea. Jaune, now having no idea of where to go and no one to help him, simply wandered off aimlessly, hoping to find some clue as to where he was supposed to go.
Well, Jaune thought with a slightly amused smile forming on his face, If everyday is going to be this dynamic, this will make for a very interesting four years…
A:N/ Hope you guys enjoyed. Like I said, feedback and reviews are greatly appreciated.