AN: Hello. Holy Shit, I didn't think my phone would shut up, you guys are the best! For like twenty hours it kept getting emails saying 'thisperson' or 'thatperson' was following, or favorited, mixed in with quite a few reviews.

One lovely reviewer asked if they need to know much about RWBY to enjoy the story. I don't think so, but I covered mostly everything last chapter, and later I'm having another character explain Remnant's view on aura and semblance.

Also, I very much would like to say watch RWBY, cuz it's good, and doesn't take 200+ episodes and 700+ hours to get to the point, and it doesn't have a shippuden. Ah, shippuden. The 400+ episode nightmare where Naruto is stuck between Kyuubi power ups and chasing after Sasgay. *wipes tear* Those weren't the days.

I'm basing the money system of Liens on U.S. dollar, so $1 dollar equals 1 Lien.

Also, all the girls team RWBY, and any other team at Beacon with girls I like in them except Ruby, are going to be seventeen/eighteen. Poor Ruby will be fifteen/sixteen sort of range. Just so when I make Naruto have relationships with any of them(or all of them, I am kind of undecided) it won't be too far apart. The biggest difference being two years.

ANYWAY, Onwards.

Ch. 2 Princess.

"Morning there sleepy," I said, deciding since I was already in the deep end, and since I couldn't swim, I better go deeper.

Now if you ask me, 'Naruto, how are you in the deep end?', I would first wonder who the hell you are and maybe stab you. If you survived, then I would answer that I was in a situation of the sexual kind with a very pretty female who I had only met the day before, and just to extrapolate on the matters had very little interaction with women.

Well, sane, not related, or mother-like women.

Back to the naked Neko-woman.

Ashley shoved her face back into my chest and shut her eyes. "Please, tell me, by god, that you're eighteen," she muttered into my torso.

"I will be in...," I thought for a moment, "what month is it?"

"September."

"Eh... like a month or so. My birthday is on Oct. 10 if that helps," I replied glibly.

"Oh my god... I slept with a minor... and I'm a fucking cop," the girl said quietly to herself, almost like she wasn't still using me as a pillow. Which by the way was somewhere between awesome, comfy, and painful since my left arm was so asleep that if I couldn't see it I would say I don't have it.

"Hey, only you know that," I tried to be helpful, "I mean who the hell am I going to tell. I don't know anyone other than you and that Griff guy. But that Griff guy disappeared as soon as he dropped me off at the station with you and stone face. And," I got a grin on my face, since I basically was handed a shovel for this digging of holes for myself, "I was the one who fucked the cop. Though if your job is that of a cop who fucks, that's an interesting job."

Funnily enough, instead of being socked in the face, Ashley giggled a bit.

"Yeah... that's true." Ashley suddenly sat up and I got a face full of tits. "So don't go telling anyone!" I nodded dumbly, still looking at the rack in front of me. Might as well enjoy while it lasts right? Of course I wasn't exactly employing any shinobi subtlety at the moment, so Ashley immediately picked up at where my eyes were staring.

I grinned as her face turned blood red and she bolted from the room. I got up, trying to ignore my arm as it came back to the living, and struggled to get my pants and boxers on with one hand. As I finally achieved the task of half dressing, a small knock was placed against the bedroom door.

The door slid open a crack, and Ashley's hand and voice came through, "Uh, I kind of need some clothes..." she petered off, hand still sort of blindly grasping.

I picked up her discarded panties from yester night and grabbed the nearest t-shirt, which happened to be mine, and passed it to her. A small thanks filtered through the hastily shut door.

I exited the room after a moment to find the cat faunus in the kitchen making coffee, still a bit red in the face. I sat heavily at her small table, still shirt-less and half-asleep. But I felt totally relaxed still. You try getting laid after nearly seventeen years of pent up anger, aggression, and lack of sexual events. I happened to follow the rule of 'don't stick your dick in crazy'. Which every girl I had met up until pretty much now did not pass that pretty short bar.

"So..." I hazard, "Ho-how was it for yo-you?" I tried to manage through a stutter. Damn, this conversation was awkward.

"Go-good. You really have a lot of stamina. Uh, how 'bout yourself?" She asked, as she walked over with the black ambrosia needed to wake both us up.

"Good! I mean, great, even, er... I hope to god this is as awkward for you as it is for me," I said bluntly.

Ashley sighed into her cup of java, "It is... it very much is. But, on the bright side we can try to make these cups of Joe last for, let's say, eternity?"

"Amen to that." I agreed.

"Not to sound... harsh, but I hope you know a relationship can't come of this. At least... not yet. Certainly not until your legal, and even then I don't really know you," Ashley spoke quietly.

I let out my own sigh of relief. I wasn't quite ready to be tied down and I had places to go. Dating a pretty cat girl would kind of cramp that style at the moment. I had no idea how much foreshadowing I had just opened up for myself. But that was the future and the author was a dick.

"Yeah... I can't really get in one either, and the just meeting you thing, and I have... other reasons. I'm glad we can agree on this. But," I hesitated, then spoke tentatively "Friends?"

"Sure," she sort of laughed as she said it, "sure."

Then a her face got really red, but a sly look came over her face.

"Hey, Naruto?" Ashley spoke.

"Yeah..." I asked.

"Let's make that friends... with benefits."

With that, she leapt over the table in a show of cat like agility and the two of us went to round two of last night.

…...

I grinned as I sat sort of bored in the storage area of one of the bullheads as the people here called it. From what I had heard, they were the faster of the two options that the citizens of remnant could use, at the expense of less room for passengers or cargo. The bullhead being a VTOL type aircraft. The airships, on the other hand were suitably slower, but had a great deal more of room for the previous types of things to be put on the flying vehicles.

I was sitting rather pretty on one of the 'Schnee Dust Company' air transports, inspecting the one of the many small crystals packed tightly into the crates.

The one in my hand happened to be of the 'wind' element alignment. As far as I understood, this dust stuff just seemed like a more limited and weaker way of using elemental jutsus.

The dust I had seen so far was limited to just the five main elements, Futon(wind), Katon(fire), Suiton(water), Doton(earth), and Raiton(lightning). There wasn't any of the strange mixtures that were all over the elemental nations. No ice, lava, crystal, or anything else. At lease yet. I had heard that some better users of the dust could make ice dust by mixing suiton and futon. Though the practitioner of it, and the technical cost to make it was quite expensive.

Thus, just about any other strange sub-elements were possible, so I would keep my mind open.

That wasn't what particularly bothered me. No, it was the fact that someone like a random civilian could use all five elements basically whenever. You have twenty-five Lien, well five bucks for four ounces of any dust type powder. There you go, every main element at your finger tips.

So far, I had mostly seen the stuff used either for combat against the grim, or to power various machinery. So it wasn't exactly being abused. But I wasn't stupid. Violence is everywhere, apparently Remnant was better at sweeping it under the rug.

I shrugged though. I knew peace by any means morally right or not, or peace by peaceful means woulds always be a pipe dream. Utopia was not possible when rational thought was capable by people. For in the long history of man, war walked with us, side by side guiding us and teaching us that it will be what we fall and die to, but it will also will be what raises us to our greatest heights.

There is a reason that life becomes better, for a time, in a country during war. Production is high, costs are high, demand is high. Everyone needs everyone more than ever to make as much as possible of just about everything. If your country is winning, the better. Because that means your land isn't being wrecked and you can keep at this high output rate, at least until the war is over.

Then that high era of power will dip, then equal out. Simply how war and living works out.

I cleared my mind. Enough thoughts about that. If what I had heard going through the intercom system of this Bullhead was right, we'd be landing in ten minutes.

…...

It was almost too easy sneaking around the Schnee Dust Company. Throw out a genjutsu or two, which having a sharingan made so dreadfully easy, and it was like walking in an empty building. Of course that didn't account for the electromechanical cameras mounted bloody every where. It's like they were afraid someone who didn't have cheat mode powers to be able to sneak by their, what seemed like, thousands of guards.

I knew in reality it was probably only somewhere between one hundred and two hundred, a suitably small army, but everywhere I looked was at least a dozen guards patrolling. Every single one in a tizz about the White Fang. Stinking terrorist group making things hard.

But with an easy application of henge, I just looked like one of the many generic guards. So walking around was a piece of cake, gift wrapped with a personal self-feeding fork. No trouble at all.

After wandering around the building for like twenty minutes however, it was beginning to be a bit tedious. It didn't help I had no idea what any of the Schnee looked like, and I very much doubted that I could get away asking anyone with out setting off some warning bells.

So instead, I decided that I would find out either by luck or if I got bored enough I would figure out where they stored information. There had to be a data base or something right? Even though Ashley-Chan had explained most people and companies kept everything important on computers, which I had very little experience with considering it was mostly paper records in the elemental nations.

Eh, you win some, you lose some.

Luckily though, lady luck deciding after how she had been tanning my ass, she would throw me a bone. I happened upon a tour guide giving the sizable group of civvies aged ten to eighty from the looks of them a pretty boring looking tour about the complex.

Though, to be honest the group was mostly senior compadres tittering about their 'day and age' and when they didn't have arthritis and that they were tougher and dust wasn't so convenient to use to power everything and their mother. So I slipped into the group basically unnoticed and dropped the henge before slowly letting my multiple genjutsu slip away.

As the pretty brunette who was the tour guide pointed out this and that about what operations took place without giving out any real information about anything, lady luck threw me a second bone. A regal looking girl was spotted almost immediately by the crowd of tourists, making everyone start spouting off about how 'pretty' and stuff the girl looked.

Apparently I had lucked out though because she was supposed to be the heiress to this company, one Weiss Schnee if the whispers and quiet conversations were correct. The girl looked like she was on a mission though, or something. She politely nodded to the group before continuing by, the tour guide spilling some drivel about the Schnee family and what ever boring facts about the girl in question she knew.

I simply ignored it all and started following her, a quick reapplication of a henge and a simple sort of 'notice me not' genjutsu and I was on the girl's tail. After about five or so minutes of walking in this massive building that was home to the girl's family company, the girl I was tailing and myself arrived at one of the docking ports for the airships and bullheads this world made use of.

The girl, Weiss or Meiss, or was it Sheiss? I didn't really pay that much attention to the crowd. She quickly boarded a rather fancy and expensive looking airship. I could tell just from a look it was one of those private dealios, the fancy looking ride being the thing that all rich people seemed to get a kick out of buying and owning. I slipped in like a shadow, not even tickling the senses of the sharp eyed looking sentinels watching over the port and the airship.

I quickly found the girl resting in a plush looking chair, already sipping on some beverage or the other. I sat across from her, the girl being played by my genjutsu to not notice me like a violin. I settled into the comfy chair. I would play my hand when we were closer to whatever location the girl was heading, then I wouldn't have to be bothered by the army of security just waiting for someone to screw up in this company building.

I sighed mentally. All I've been doing all day was sneaking around and really doing nothing. I really hoped I could learn something fancy about this dust stuff from the girl, and learn whether the stuff was bad news bears like I thought.

…...

You would think that staring at a pretty girl would at least be interesting, but almost as soon as the aircraft took off the girl began staring out the window just thinking and drinking what every liquid happened to be in her glass all daintily. Now I would be the first to admit, I'm not really a pervert. Hell, I hadn't had much interest in the female form until much recently after the debacle I had gone through with Minato Namikaze and was free from his bullshit.

Sure, I had basically been surrounded by a bunch of sexy woman my whole life, but when all of them were nuttier than that of a squirrel's diet, and knew how to kill a men in five seconds or less, whatever sex appeal their boobs and butts and shapely figures had dropped drastically.

Let it be said once more, that I Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze, regardless of how unhinged I am or how much I hate my last name, do not stick my dick in crazy. Mostly because the crazy bitches would then probably kidnap me and use me as a chakra battery/sex toy for whatever evil world dominating estrogen filled plans they had.

Now to put matters to rest, I am not sexist. In fact, ninety percent of the time I would agree women are smarter and deadlier in just about anything and everything. But as soon as some little shit with no tits decides to say that men with their testosterone was worse than woman, and were more evil or some other double-standard bullshit, they were gonna get a harsh pop to the chin. Regardless of sex.

Now that's equality. We are all mentally challenged, backwards hicks who can barely tell left from right and fuck like rabbits. It's part of the human experience.

But I digress. The white haired Schnee was rather dismally boring. At least at the moment. I had got to my near extent of boredom within five minutes of sitting in the air vehicle with the girl and had activated my sharingan just to count the individual fibers of her white dress. I was that bored.

In case you were wondering I was at four hundred thousand and seven hundred and fifty three. That sad part was that the amount of fibers I just told you about only made a three by three inch square on the girl's stomach.

After a suitable amount of time though, and deciding to get the show on the road, I decided to reveal myself.

"Lovely weather, eh?" I said offhandedly.

I nearly fell apart in laughter, but was luckily able to keep my poker face as the white haired heiress nearly flew out of her chair, hand on the rather highfaluting looking rapier strapped to her side.

The girl then tried to move her hand to touch what I assumed was a panic button. Of course it didn't matter though. I had set genjutsu traps on all the doors leading into the cabin to leave the person feeling confused why they were trying to enter.

The girl then in a rather impressive show of speed, you know if I wasn't above kage level and slightly sniggering at her about chunin level speed, whipped out her blade and leveled it just below my chin.

"Who are you?" She asked bluntly, not very nice at all.

I did have to admit though, her voice was rather pretty and not spewing whatever half-assed reason she loved/needed me to do whatever for her. Five brownie points for her.

I spoke up, lightly admonishing her, "Now that's not the way to greet some one, there should be some manners involved unless I am that out of touch with the times or you just have horrible customs for meeting new people. Usually a hello, my name is 'so and so' cut's it."

I grinned, and slightly rejoiced on the inside at the girl's taken back face at my reaction.

"I said who. Are. You? And though it doesn't really matter, my name is Weiss Schnee." The girl then harrumphed, turning her head slightly to the side almost tsundere style.

"Ara, ara, much better. Name's Naruto, but," I moved her blade away from my throat with a finger, laughing as she tried to stop me with her body strength, but utterly failed "It's not nice to point sharp pointy things at people. I'm not here to fight you, I just got some questions."

Weiss huffed before attempting to move her blade back towards me, before glancing back at the door from which the guards should have come through already.

"They aren't coming princess, genjutsu tend to confuse the little baby civvies who don't know how to break them," I taunted.

"Gen-what now? Anyway, what are you doing here and what do you mean by questions?" The girl asked a bit snottily, finally giving up on fighting an obviously benign opponent.

Of course for a tsundere that meant she sat down heavily on her seat looking quite put out.

"Well, to answer your questions, I made an illusion to confuse your wittle baby protectors, and I have some questions to ask you," I replied smoothly.

"On what," she said.

"Dust."

"Dust," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep." My succinct reply.

"Seriously, you don't know how to pick up a book at a store. You broke in and stowed away on my personal aircraft. Got past at least one hundred and fifty guards, and whatever else you did while waltzing around my daddy's company, just so you can ask me about Dust?" The girl said flatly.

"Well, when you put it that way it sounds a bit ridiculous, but yes."

I saw the girl palm her face in annoyance.

"Ask away, I guess." The girl could stand to be less uptight.

"I was just wondering," I said as I pulled a small dust crystal of the futon alignment out of my trench coat, "Where exactly this dust stuff came from? Like where did it originate. Answer me that, and I'll," I thought for a moment, " Answer any question you have." That's a fair enough deal I suppose, an answer for an answer.

"Well," the girl slightly grimaced, plucking the green crystal from my fingers, "my grandfather found the first abundant supply of dust from caves deep underground. In their own sort of ore veins. Before hand, the process for collecting it and making it pure enough to actually be worth a damn meant collecting what few small deposits were on land and finding what we could in rivers and streams with straining baskets and so on."

"So, there isn't, say perchance, a giant evil monster made of energy or something that is the origin of this stuff? All hypothetical of course."

"No," the girl frowned, looking at me like I was stupid.

"Right, that's all I wanted to know. Anyway, ask whatever you want. I ain't a teacher, but I know my stuff and can give you pretty good answers on a whole lot of things."

"Explain what that genjutsu thingy was you talked about earlier," Weiss basically ordered.

"Well, the basic way of explaining it is to use chakra to weave an illusion that affects the five senses of another human, generally by infecting their chakra network with your chakra. The illusions can range from your raunchiest day dreams to a horrible nightmare of pain and destruction. But to tell you the truth, the best illusions are the ones you can't tell are one," I finished with a wink.

The girl ignored, instead to ask another question, "What's this 'chakra' you speak of? Is it like aura? Or a semblance?"

"What's an aura or semblance? I think I remember some girl names Jennifer saying that hunters or something use it?" I asked in return.

"Well to answer your question, an aura is a hunter or huntress's life force. It's what makes us stronger, faster, and protects us when we are in battle. A semblance is the singular unique ability that every person has. Though not everyone can make use of their aura or their semblance. The semblance also uses a lot of your aura, so even though they are powerful most of the time, the are used sparingly by hunters and huntresses," Weiss finished.

"Well, to answer your question earlier, I guess to simplify it, chakra is the sum of the physical and mental energies of a person. Kind of similar to auras I guess. Though with chakra and proper training just about anyone can learn how to utilize it to make ninjutsu or genjutsu. Unlike your semblance thingy, a person who uses chakra can learn tons of techniques. Though I'll admit, a great deal aren't really worth learning."

Just as Weiss was about to open her mouth to ask more questions a frantic warning came over the intercom of the airship.

"Warning all personnel aboard, approximately five hundred or so yards back is the biggest nevermore I have ever laid eyes on and it's got several pretty big friends following it! I'm not quite sure we can escape it, and it is gaining rapidly and is infinitely more maneuverable then this airship!"

The shear fear in the man's voice broke through the nearly mechanical way he had warned those aboard the ship.

Weiss of course instantly as she heard the news glanced out the numerous windows, looking for the massive attacking grimm avian.

"What are we going to do!" Weiss mumbled to herself, biting her lip in worry and gripping her sword with a death grip.

I grinned. Finally something to do. Maybe the girl will stop glaring at me so much if I take out the little pursuers of ours. I looked over to see an emergency hatch. Luckily it was one of those slide open and not fall off sort of hatches. While we weren't too high up, I knew the unequal air pressure would still mess a bit with things.

"So Weiss, will you stop clicking on that damn panic button every two minutes if I take out those, what'd you call them, nevermore?"

The girl barely paying attention, nodded. Glaring out the window at the following grim. I didn't know how the girl fought, but I very much doubted she could fly.

Luckily I could, praise be the gods and my lovely self for having such a mastery over futon chakra. I walked over calmly to the hatch and opened it up. Immediately the air in the cabin fluctuated, and Weiss's eyes snapped over to me.

"What are you doing?!" She shrieked.

"I'm going to fight the nevermore," I answered shortly.

"You can't just jump out the plane, idiot! You'll die falling from this height and we are above open water and if all that doesn't kill the nevermore will!"

"Hey, you said you would stop pressing that stupid panic button every two seconds if I took them out. Well, Naruto Uzumaki keeps his promises. Ja ne."

With that I launched myself out the door, the shocked gasp and yell of 'no' and 'wait' and the girl futilely trying to grab me before I had jumped. I let Kyuubi's chakra flow through me, forming a Rasenshuriken in one hand and charged up an incomplete tail beast bomb in front of my mouth. Once both were ready, I combined the two to make a bijushuriken, as I liked to call it and let it loose.

Like the fury of the gods, it reeked havoc on the four or so flying menaces. Each died within seconds of me throwing my powerful combination jutsu.

I then jauntily flew back to the airship, ignoring the loud explosion noise from my jutsu finally reaching me. When I got near the hatch to the airship, I attached myself to the outside before pulling myself back in and closing the hatch.

There on the ground was the girl, on her knees and tears in her eyes. I suddenly felt quite bad, I had though being my normal evil bastard self and scaring her wouldn't be that bad. But no, seeing the girl who hadn't done a thing to me look so broken for a lack of a better term made something in my steel case of a heart twinge.

When the girl realized I was alive she jumped to her feet and grasped onto me, her hands frantically running themselves along my back and chest to make sure I was really there.

Then she slapped the ever living shit out of me.

The loud smack from her hand impacting off my cheek filled the small room. The massive glowing red hand print on my cheek a testament to how hard she hit me.

"Don't ever do that again!" Weiss nearly roared.

"Hey, hey, I'm okay aren't I? And our avian problem is taken care of," I tried to console her with.

"I guess that's true, but still. I thought you had jumped to your death! You didn't say you could fly or whatever you did to not fall to your death!" she argued angrily.

"Well, princess," I said, "don't worry I'm fine and once we land I leave you to your business so your pretty silver hair don't turn gray."

The girl blushed a bit at being complimented before getting her frown back, "no way mister, I'm not letting you run off. You might go and get yourself killed like the idiot you are. Just because I just met you, doesn't mean I can just let you go kill yourself. What kind of person would I be then?" She said petulantly.

"But I can't hang around frosty, I got to go find that headmaster guy, whatever his name is. He runs some fancy school called Beacon," I tried to convince her.

The girl just smiled a bit deviously, "But Naruto. Don't you know, Beacon is where I am headed. I going to join that school to become a huntress."

My smirk slid off my face.

"I'm not going to be able to get away from you am I?"

"Nope," Weiss answered, popping the 'p' in the word in a cutesy way now that she had finally one-upped Naruto.

"Well, damn. Lesson learned. Don't mortally scare a girl to death and in the process save her. Gotta write that in a book or something," I joked.

"Just shut up and sit down until we get there," Weiss sniped at me. Her look of semi-superiority once more back.

"This is going to be a long ride."

An: Done! For that chapter. So some more facts now. Naruto met Weiss, and she may or may not have a crush on him. I get that their friendship might be sort of rushed, but I think watching someone jump out of a plan in front of you is rather jarring to a person who has never seen death or really faced a grimm before such as Weiss's case was.

Of course it wouldn't be one of my stories if every girl I like didn't at least semi-fall for Naruto. I, unlike the owner of the series, want Naruto to succeed at life and get laid. Poor bastard needs it.

Anyway, review Please. I love the buggers.