Pyrrha Returns

Summary: Wake up.

Characters: Pyrrha Nikos

Genres: unknown

Rated: unknown

Language: English : English

Season 1: unknown | Act 1: unknown

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Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth extensively. I do not own anything else that is obviously not mine, they belong to their respective creators. I do, however, own any and all OCs, as well as twisted plot/Canon.

Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin.

-= *Wake Up* =-

It was certainly a nice dream. One where you didn't want to wake up from. Pure bliss.

Everything you wanted.

It's usually those dreams you remember the most and want to stay in for the longest, if it isn't the mysteriousness of it that would, on the otherwise, intrigue you on a whim. Simplicity itself; a want. A normal craving of curiosity.

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

You never really do get satisfaction in trying to keep a dream, though.

Mostly, at this point, it was generally wanted because the day before had been rather taxing on the body. A certain stress plagued it, and it felt bruised all over. Pain sprouting in different locations indicating the position that was being lain in wasn't entirely comfortable.

The body moved, the dream crackled in response. A huff of both irritation at that thought and in slight fear as the dream decided to collapse made it all the more worse.

Few shards of glass remained now, leaving nothing but black in the spaces that were gone. The mind wanted to crave more, and it brought some memory back.

A certain backtrack brought the mind to certain scenes, recreating what was don-

No...no, that's not right.

This scene wasn't here before!

Ah, and now she was half awake.

First pronoun used for the day? Check.

Useless checklist? Check-wait.

She was three-quarters awake now and it generally angered her, but a certain calmness also washed over her. A usual thing, she determined, as she wanted to forget everything. But a voice called out to her.

"Pyrrha."

Pyrrha didn't discern the masculinity or the femininity in the voice (doubting it was both, she mentally shook her head), she connected it with the usual castigation of her mother.

Her mother allowed back-talk every once in awhile.

"Five more minutes, go away."

"Pyrrha!" the voice growled, a little irritated, but relenting. "Wake up!"

She recognized the voice once again and her eyes shot open, she leaned up quickly and her head smashed into the blond mop of a head that belonged to one Jaune Arc, a precious team leader and partner.

Wait, she thought. Precious?!

She blushed and shook her head which was preceded by a, "I DIDN'T DO IT!" in response to being startled awake. A small habit that reached out to her even now, a seventeen year old student who has never really needed that phrase for the past four years.

She fought down an embarrassed flush as she realized the words she had said. That was usually repeated when she had been snapped out of a trance when she wasn't paying attention in class. This lack of attention only stemmed from before the expectations. The glory. The officious crowds and general lack of indulgence of a normal life.

The boy to the side of her bed groaned loudly a moment after their heads had struck, which had prompted the phrase to be repeated in the first place. "I'm sorry!" she called, immediately removing the covers and moved to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor as she calmly - as possible - tried to ascertain the damage.

"Pyrrha."

She checked over his head, mothering over him just a tad much. She didn't realize this, of course, and continued checking over.

"Pyrrha."

She ignored it, she needed to make sure he-

"Pyrrha!"

She snapped out of her thought process as she reeled back, almost about to repeat the apology.

"Don't," he pulled a hand up, intercepting it as he had easily predicted its imminent arrival. "It's okay, Pyrrha," he pulled on a smile that disarmed her - a little thing he prepared to in advance to help calm Pyrrha down from ambivalent feelings on a dilemma - and she easily relaxed. Tensed shoulders never felt so relieved.

She was about to apologize again, before cutting herself off and smiling, releasing a breath through her nose which was then followed by a brief fit of giggles, ones that were joined by the light chuckling from the blond.

They chuckled for another second before he made one of the most serious faces possible, looked her straight in the eye, and said, "You've missed the first half of the day. Wanna get lunch?"

-= *line break* =-

"Heya, Lady-Killer," Yang joked, having seen the red hand-shaped mark on his right cheek. It was oddly the same size of Pyrrha's hand.

Maybe it wasn't odd.

"Shut up, Yang," he groaned as he sat down. Normally, he wouldn't be so crass with the brawler in fear he would be pummeled, but Yang allowed him this one time and indulged in his misery. Or more like used it to raise the mood around.

"Whatever ya say, my fellow blond~"

"Your hair is golden, like the sun, not blond, like mine," Jaune mumbled into his arm.

Yang almost blushed for a second before realizing who was talking. "Oh, well, we're as blonde as can be, eh?" she gave a light jab to his arm from across the table after standing briefly to reach him.

"More like you," he emphasized, confusing the girl. He looked up. "I'm the blond of the group. Get off my pedestal."

He looked absolutely delirious, like someone had just slapped the living daylights outta-

"Ahem," Pyrrha coughed into her arm.

Oh, right, Yang thought. Yet, despite the her brushing off the fact of why he was already slapped, that wouldn't stop her from repeating the action; verbally or physically, it didn't matter.

"Now, now, Jaune, don't talk to your elders like that~" she hummed.

"I am older than you by four months," he deadpanned, sleeves muffling his voice only slightly.

Yang blanched, leaning back and eyes widening in shock. "You can't prove that!" she then challenged with narrowed eyes, leaning forward.

"Your birthday is the fifth of May," he shot back tiredly, still nestled in his arms, "I was born January the sixth."

Again, Yang was shocked, mouth open and eyes wide. "H-how?" she stuttered. Only the heiress to her left was slightly offended in the fact that Jaune did not take the opportunity to build on Yang's distress as she would have. She wouldn't say that aloud, however.

Jaune only responded by pointing at Ruby.

Yang turned towards her little sister, and Ruby elaborated, "We have regular team leader meetings with each other. Birthdays came up at some time a few weeks ago."

Yang changed the subject almost immediately from birthdays to sister protection. "What do you two even do in that meeting?"

The two blushed, looking away.

That set Yang off. She immediately stood to grab Jaune before Ruby speed around her sister and stopped her. "THAT'SNOTWHYWE'REBLUSHING!"

Yang's eyes returned to a passive lilac, calming down. She wanted to panic about how Ruby already knew why she was angry, but that would be digressing. Yang gave a look that meant elaborate. Now.

Ruby obliged immediately, if only to discourage onlookers' gazes, "It's mostly team name ideas right now..."

"That's all?" Weiss interrogated.

"..." Ruby fidgeted. "Also, homework. I needed help. A lot."

"He can do that?" Nora wondered aloud. Ren elbowed her when Jaune looked visibly offended after lifting his head in the conversation. "Sorry!" she hissed in apology.

"Just homework?" Pyrrha questioned. She would have a field day beating the small incarnate of innocence if it was more than just meetings.

Did I just think that? Pyrrha thought. Oh, Dust, I'm sorry!

Pyrrha's almost accusational tone as everyone stared the silver-eyed girl down set her head down and made her rather shy to explain further.

"You guys do realize I can answer this for her, right?"

Ruby gave a very thankful glance at Jaune.

"We also gossip about our teammates."

Weiss, Blake, and Yang all looked hurt and looked at Ruby with betrayal from Jaune's line; she didn't feel remorse, however, because she giggled at some of the things she's said.

Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren also looked at Jaune, but more with curiosity of what he said.

"Anyways," Blake cut through the silence as the Lancaster Leaders had easily quieted everyone. "Is there anything else?"

"Well..." Ruby droned it in a long tone.

"There is one other thing," Jaune said, fiddling with his Scroll and typing away at the screen with considerable speed.

Ruby untied her shoes very quickly and removed her socks, Jaune already having done so earlier when he predicted this would happen.

"Why does it involve removing the articles of clothing off of your feet?" Blake professionally asked, yet it was baked with an irritated tone. She knew she had to ask, for she had basically brought this on.

"Well," Jaune smirked her way. It was filled with enough confidence that it sent chills down Blake spine, her wonder at what makes him think he was now superior to her. "I teach her how to dance."

At the ce of dance, a music began to play, and the Lancaster Leaders were already dancing on a nearby table.

Everyone else synced their Scrolls to theirs and they began to play the music. Loudly. Throughout the cafeteria as the two danced.

-= *End Flashback* =-

Pyrrha looked up from where she was, snapping out of her trance. It was incredibly heart wrenching to think of these memories if only to calm her veins, yet she knew it was necessary.

While she certainly didn't believe in one as they once were, but as they were in the now - a little advice from Blake - she still looked inside herself to see if who she was was just as noble as she was now.

And she was pleased with who she was, if not a little embarrassed at some of the things she has done and how it has changed her.

"Pyrrha?" a gruff man asked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Pyrrha replied a little quickly. "Are we moving yet?"

"Ten minutes," he replied. "I just wanted to make sure you knew."

"Thank you," Pyrrha smiled back at the man behind her. She knew him. As well as most of the others behind him. She knew many of the people where she was now. It would be considered atrocious - at least in her mind - for her to lose any of them. She had grown so close to these people. Some had given trouble along the way, but they were still a good people.

A small smile was offered in return as she looked back in the area she was. Whether or not it was to enter into yet another trance with the object that had her current attention or simply to reconjure the memories, it was beyond herself, even. She sighed sadly, before turning around swiftly and returning to the group.

She thought of this now:

Even if I cannot remember how I died, I can remember how I lived, she thought.

And this even included how I finally lived for real. It wouldn't matter, she thought, even if it was fairly brief compared to the rest of my life.

But, at the very least, it will be a time I treasured. Those four months, out of all my years.

That was the life I had been waiting for.

And now, on to fulfill one last destiny.

-= *End Chapter 1* =-

Nope. You're not getting any more information.

If you want to know where Pyrrha is currently, or anything more, you'll have to wait for the next chapter.

It will be fairly surprising.

And now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!