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Somewhere in Remnant
A woman walked through the land, a blank expression on her face.
She had black hair and her eyes were as grey as the land.
She wore a large torn cape, which covered her figure.
She had won, but she had got what she wanted.
The woman carried what had once been the relics: a broken sword, a broken staff, a broken crown and a broken lamp.
Late. She had been too late.
Why? Why couldn't she have met the same fate as the others? Why did she have to survive?
She had three days before she'd die a slow and painful death to dehydration.
She didn't care.
"Finally." she spoke, looking at the large mountain in front of her.
A fitting end for her failure.
If they had been faster, if they could've somehow hid the relics, this wouldn't have happened.
The woman breathed in and out, and started her upward climb.
After an hour or so, she reached the top.
Her face was greeted by a warm red glow.
She jumped, hoping for a quick death.
She closed her eyes, and her world went dark.
Schnee Mansion
A white haired woman woke up with a yawn.
Another day, and time to get ready for the day.
The woman changed into a standard military uniform. Letting out a sigh, the woman walked into her 'closet'.
She opened the door, and cold air rushed past her.
She smiled bitterly.
In front of her, perfectly frozen, stood her former team.
A young woman with shoulder-length black hair which blended into red.
Another woman who had longer blonde hair.
And another one with long black hair.
All of them had smiles on their faces.
Her smile widened. They looked so beautiful.
"Good morning." she spoke, picking up a nearby book. "Today's my birthday, and I wish all of you were here. I am living my life the best I can, like you said."
Only if she had never killed them.
She pulled out a perfume and sprayed it on them.
The woman let out a sigh and went to the dining table.
"Morning, sister." spoke her brother, the head of the SDC.
She nodded, and started to pay no attention to him.
What could she do?
She was living a 'good' life, but it felt.. tasteless.
"Sister." spoke Whitley, and she looked at him.
"It would be nice for you to listen at times." he spoke. "Happy birthday."
"Thanks."
"Stop living in past." he spoke, his eyes narrowing. "They're gone, and nothing can bring them back."
"I know." she spoke. "I just use time dilation to, well, keep them fresh."
Her brother's eyes narrowed. "Let them rest."
"I'll be busy. Goodbye for now."
She left for her room.
Time to try again.
Whitley let out a sigh.
Mistral
A light breeze blew through the Mistrali streets.
A man walked out of a shop, followed by two other men is suits.
He had a bag and the others carried guns.
Robbers, she guessed.
She had long black hair and amber coloured eyes.
The cat faunus wore a sleeveless black shirt, and tight-fitting pants.
"Halt!" spoke a person from Mistral's police force.
She took him down with a blur.
The robber looked at her.
"I took care of him, and no one will see you." she spoke, and the man nodded. "Although, why did you steal from a dust shop?"
"Reputation. I'm going to become the next Torchwick."
She narrowed her eyes and nodded. She jumped into the shadows.
Would they like her doing this? That was impossible to know.
Then again, it was just business.
The woman took down the few others who tried to stop them.
She gave him two months before he'd be captured.
In the end, she received her payment from the Web, and drank some alcohol.
"Rough day?" asked a brown haired girl, who poured her another glass.
The woman nodded. "A wannabe Torchwick." she spoke, putting on a sour expression.
"There, there, it's just business." spoke the barmaid. "At least those types pay well."
The black haired woman nodded and stood up.
She walked out, ready for some fresh air.
She smiled a bit and looked at broken moon above.
She missed them.
But, at the same time, she had moved on.
Wait, did the moon always have that black shape in front of it?
The thing changed shape and crashed down on her.
Somewhere near Mistral
"Again!" a woman commanded, and the four teenagers around her charged once more.
The woman dodged through their attacks, and simply defeated them.
"Damn it." spoke one boy.
"You can rest." the woman spoke, letting out a sigh. "You have improved, somewhat."
The teenagers nodded.
The woman had lilac eyes and had her long blonde hair in a ponytail.
She wore a tan jacket and pale yellow gauntlets. She wore black pants, with its belt carrying two small sheathed blades.
She had a thin smile on her face, and her eyes were narrowed.
"Lady Xiao Long!" came a voice from a younger woman who had short black hair. "How are they doing?"
"Better than expected." the older woman spoke. "Still weak, however."
Quality over quantity, that was what she believed in.
"Anything else?" asked the leader.
The younger one nodded. "The nearby villages have put up 'bandit' reports. The coordinates are near to this location."
The elder woman nodded. "Very well, tell everyone we're moving."
In a few hours, the place was deserted.
Their new location was near an old tower, filled with grimm.
With some more camouflage, it would suffice.
The grimm were swiftly taken care of.
The leader decided to explore the place with a small group.
She entered a room, and her eyes widened.
A giant symbol of an owl was painted on the wall in front of her.
Branwen, this had belonged to the Branwen tribe long ago.
The woman smiled. Such knowledge.
"Everyone, leave. Tell the kids to train, I'll be joining later." she spoke.
Pulling out a torch, she started reading the texts.
Old Mistralian tongue.
At least her mother had left a dictionary of sorts.
Her eyes widened when her eyes fell on a page, which was concerned with souls and time.
The woman let out a sigh, and closed the book, but not before looking at the instructions.
It would be impossible.
Dead people couldn't be brought back.
She decided to test it anyway.
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Patch
A fifteen year old girl woke up with a gasp.
Wh-Where was she?
She relaxed. Oh right, she had died.
The girl looked around, and saw her room.
Was this the afterlife?
This was relaxing.
Good enough, she guessed.
The girl let out a breath and saw her sister.
Yang! She was alive!
Or not, but she was here!
The girl smiled, and walked towards her sister.
It looked so real.
She wouldn't mind if she hugged her, right?
But before she could get near enough, her sister woke up and started holding her down.
One of her hands was on her throat, the other in the air.
"Y-Yang?" Ruby managed to speak, making the blonde gasp.
Atlas
Weiss woke up.
What was that? A side-affect of her semblance?
She let out a sigh, and reached for her glass of water.
To her surprise, it was absent.
The girl looked around in surprise.
Her old room. This was her old room.
The window was unbroken, and she felt.. smaller.
The girl hastily stood up and walked to the mirror.
It worked! It seemed impossible, but it worked!
Wait, she was acting like a kid again.
Screw that! She could save them, and also stop her before their deaths.
She let out a breath.
Calm down, she had to take care of a few things first.
She checked her scroll and smiled.
But, she'd think about all that in the morning.
Vale
What the hell was happening?
She was back in her younger body, in an apartment she hadn't set foot in for years!
What the actual fuck?
What was that thing?
Okay, calm down.
The girl breathed in and out.
Relax, she told herself. She was okay.
No she wasn't. She had somehow gone back, back before it all began.
This.. This could be good.
She could choose not to run. She could stand by their side.
Liar~ her voice spoke.
She shook her head. No, she would not.
Blake took out her scroll and checked the date.
One week before Beacon, and one day before she'd quit from her job.
Not much time, but good enough.
She would miss the Web, maybe she could rejoin it?
Beacon came first, however.
Patch
Yang woke up with a gasp and held someone down.
What was happening?
"Y-Yang?"
She looked down and saw her.
Ruby Rose, one of the fools who tried fighting against Salem.
Someone who should be dead.
This did not feel like a dream.
The blonde almost jumped back with a gasp.
Her sister laughed nervously.
"Sorry for waking you up like that." she smiled. "Looks like I died too."
What? 'Died too'?
"I-I know." Yang spoke, her eyes narrowed. She let out a sigh.
She hugged her.
Her eyes watered a bit, after a rather long time.
"I'm so sorry."
"Wh-What?" asked Ruby. "No, It's my fault. I was too late to stop her."
Yang stepped back.
"I didn't protect you." she spoke. "You should've joined the tribe."
"What tribe?" Ruby asked. "I jumped into a volcano, and you were erased by the gods."
What?
"No, you tried to fight Salem, and you were outnumbered." she c
"Hey! I remember my death." spoke Ruby. She looked downwards. "And.. your's too, and also everyone else's."
The clock read 3:30, and she checked her scroll,
It had the same time, and the date..
Yang gasped.
"Ruby.. What are you talking about?" she asked. "It's the middle of the night."
Ruby furrowed her brow, and looked at the scroll as well.
She froze, and went back to bed
Yang narrowed her eyes and laid down.
She'd return in the morning, wouldn't she?
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AN: So, here is another fanfic. As you can see, this is a time travel fanfic, but with RWBY from different futures. I hope you all enjoy.
I wanted to write this after I read Time MixUp by Lucillia.
As the summary suggests, this will be AU.
