Good Morning, Good Day, Good Evening, and Good Night to all my fans out there, happy and depressed, trolls and trues! How are you all doing on this fantastic, strange, sometimes creepy, sometimes sweet (and also, sometimes squicky) world of Fanfiction? I apologize for all the delays that I gave, due to me losing my job, my panic attacks requiring me to find medical help...

In any case, I am back, and now I return with the second chapter of my promised remake! So where have we left the tales of the powerful Bran and the snow beauty, Weiss? Well, we learned that the two have a history that delves into their childhood pasts, bringing with it an idea of joy and unbidden sorrow. We have learned that the young, skinny, armless boy, who barely seemed fit enough to run a half mile, now stands as tall as a tree and as thick as a mountain. And yet, under that powerful exterior remains the kind hearted boy from so long ago...

Will Weiss and he still be the friends they were in their childhood? What drove them apart all those years ago? And will they be apart of the same team? Find out on this chapter of RWBBY: Rebirth!


Chapter 2:
Beginning the Test of Partners and Friendships!

Ice-blue eyes opened slowly, squinting slightly at the warm light that flooded the ballroom. Slowly, blinking away the sleep from her eyes, Weiss yawned and stretched, her nightgown flowing around her body as she did so. Standing to her feet, she rolled the luxury sleeping bag up somewhat quickly, as the people around her were awakening, getting ready for the test, or talking in low tones. Those who talked were looking very excited and somewhat childish over the idea of the first day.

'Fools... they have no idea how important and difficult this test can be. One must be ready to handle any and all challenges, and must be ready to find the perfect partner to handle. Thankfully, I have been studying as much as I can, so I would be the perfect partner. I merely must find one who is just as good at strategy, and we would be the best team ever. Beacon, I shall blow you away, and prove to my father that I am truly worthy...!' Her mind full of those thoughts, Weiss grabbed her shower care bag, as well as a change of clothes. With those objects in hand, she walked to the shower rooms, preparing for the day with a shower.

And yet, as she walked, her mind twitched on the memory of Bran Spaltung, her old friend from Atlas.

'I need to focus... He and I probably won't even see each other again! Why, he probably has forgotten-'

"Weiss? Is that you?"

The Schnee froze, mid step and with wide, deer like eyes. Slowly, her whole body turned to the source of the voice, the deep and powerful yet friendly voice, with shock flooding her system.

"...B...Bran..."


"Lady Schnee, I now humbly request that you solve this equation." The math Mentor, Master Vahn, stepped to the side, allowing the 13 year old Schnee to see the board's math problem. Slowly, walking over to it, Weiss began to work out the solution, using all her brain to solve it as fast as she could. Beside her, Master Vahn marked down the seconds using a stopwatch, his eyes flicking between her and the ticking seconds.

Rapidly, her hands drew down the work, before she finally put down the final number and stepped aside. Weiss' hands clenched in pride as she slipped them behind her back, waiting for Master Vahn to finish inspecting her work.

"Hmm... Very well done, Lady Schnee. Once again, you have proven to be both speedy and effective in understanding and solving issues," he said, pacing around the large, arching windows. Weiss turned to watch him, unflinching while she was giddy on the inside over the praise. How proud her father would be when she-

Suddenly, she saw movement on the corner of one window. Slowly, using his chin and legs, Bran appeared, climbing up to the window, looking flustered and exhausted!

"...never seen such talent for such challenging problems...!" Her teacher droned on, but Weiss had tuned him out, barely able to keep her neutral look as inside, she freaked out.

'What is he doing here?! He doesn't even have arms, how did he climb the walls?! Why must he be so...!?'

"It is absolutely incredible to me you could have this skill. I shall talk to your father, to discuss more time toward working you into harder problems." Walking side to side, the man never saw as Bran began to stare at the teacher, then copied his rather march-like walk in an exaggerated way. Donning a smarmy look on his face, the boy began to mock him. Weiss had to stifle a giggle by biting her lip, amazed by her friend's blatant disregard for respect.

However, if this continued, she would indeed break under the pressure. So, using all her concentration, she coughed into her hand.

"Master Vahn, could I please have some water? I feel a bit ill," Weiss lied, her eyes fluttering slowly as if she were weak. With a false smile, obviously annoyed over both being interrupted and asked to grab her a drink like a common servant, he bowed to her and nodded.

"Yes, my lady... Please wait here, I shall return with your drink. In the meantime, please rest yourself." With that, he stepped out of the room, closing the door with a solid, sound-sealing thud of the room.

Immediately, Weiss raced over to a window and opened it wide, as Bran poked his head over the window sill.

"Hey Weiss! Boy, the guy sure can talk... must love to hear himself bla-"

"What in the world are you doing here?! You know my father will get angry and try to throw you out if you are discovered! Not only that, but almost all of the servants here would rat you out and have you arrested for tresspassing!" Weiss' cheeks burned red, as she stared at her rat-tattered friend, who only slipped into the room and jumped to the floor with a grin.

"Hey, come on Weiss, you think I'm that clumsy? If I was, then i'd have never made it over the first wall!" His big, goofy, chipped tooth grin was now at full force. Weiss tried to resist, her mouth bent into a scowl, but she could not. How could she stay mad at her friend, the only one she currently had?

"You dunderhead..." With a smile and a sigh, she gave her friend a hug, as he did his best to return it. This was how much she enjoyed their friendship. No matter what he did, he would never do anything to hurt her. He often spent time trying to cheer her up, making her smile when her father would tear her apart during one of his angry periods. He really was a good-

"Is that Flufferhead, Vahn, gone yet? I apologize, Lady Weiss, but that man is absolutely-" The door opened, and into the room stepped Weiss' butler and caretaker, Klein. The girl froze in shock, turning to him rapidly, as Bran was shoved behind her too late. The boy, however, only stepped to the side, away from her hair's tail.

For a moment, the three stood in the room, before Klein smiled a bit and walked over, putting his tray down.

"Well, well, I finally have uncovered the reason behind the improved happiness of Miss Schnee! Allow me to introduce myself. I am Klein, Miss Schnee's butler... and you are?"

Bran grinned and walked over, bouncing slightly with each step.

"Name is Bran, Bran Spaltung... Sorry for the intruding, but I wanted to see Schnee here... the nice one, not the crappy old goat."

"Oh, believe me, I know exactly what you mean... His study is as cold as his body is full of hot air!"

"Klein!" Weiss covered her mouth, trying to keep from giggling, as Bran grinned even wider. The butler's eyes, she saw, drifted to the missing arms of the boy, before smiling at him.

"May I ask what you like to drink, Master Spaltung?"

"Ah... er... I'm fine with water, I guess... never really had a chance for anything else, heh..." Bran's usual chipper attitude was thrown for a loop by the kind ways of Klein. The man chuckled and rubbed his hair, messing up the mohawk of the mullet.

"How about i make you both a nice cup of hot chocolate?" Weiss' eyes went wide with joy, having loved it when ever her friend made the drink. Bran, looking at her, only shrugged and smiled.

"If Weiss likes it, it's gotta be good!"


"Weiss? Weiss? Wei-iss? Remnant to Weiss!"

Shaking awake, Weiss realized that in her daze, Bran had moved in closer. She was able to finally get a full glimpse of how much two years had changed the once skinny, slightly anemic looking boy into a full-fledged, muscular, handsome-

'NO! BAD IDEAS! Must remain focused on the test today! I must remain strong willed! I am not some little tart who is ruled by her hormones!' With a second shake of her head, she blinked and looked into the eyes of the very tall young man above her. However, even as she did, she could not help taking in his outfit.

Dressed in a white sleeveless tunic with a zipper that was currently zipped (Not that it did any good; his shirt was so tight, she could still make out his abs, pecs, and every detail between them), a pair of black jeans that, thankfully, were nowhere near as tight as his shirt. Around his waist, there was a tattered, flowing cloth that seemed to be akin to faulds, except that it was much longer and was nowhere dense enough. His arms were bare and exposed, allowing her to glimpse the fine details of his muscles with ease.

"Bran, I am... I must admit that... well... I am shocked to find you here. I apolog-" was all she was able to get out of her mouth, before Bran's locked around her and gave a huge hug, even picking her off the ground!

"Aw, cut the noble crap, Weiss! We are still friends, aren't we? Besides, you weren't the one to send me off to that stuff, your dad did! You aren't him, you are way better!" His huge grin was back on his face, and his chipped tooth, the lower left front one, was still there.

For a moment, Weiss felt her mind melt into a puddle. She couldn't help it, she liked his new form... purely as a friend, of course! There was no way that she was physically attracted to him! As she attempted to recover, he put her down, which made her stumble a bit.

"Ahem.. Y...yes, of course. Please, excuse me as I go prepare for the... uh... the test." With that, the Schnee walked toward the bathroom rapidly... and immediately realized she had forgotten to grab her bags that had fallen when Bran had picked her up.

Slowly, a hand, tanned dark and strong, slipped into the crack of the bathroom. In the hand, her bag and clothes were held outstretched, far enough from the door for her to reach without being peeked on.

"Think you forgot something, Weiss." Bran's voice echoed, and by the way he spoke, he was respecting her privacy. Humiliated, she reached over and took the bag and clothes.

'Oh good lord, I'm making a terrible impression...'


And that, my friends, ends the second part of this story! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I had writing it! I apologize again for taking so long to write it, but things began to happen so quickly that I had hit a block in writing. Leave a review if you liked it! And also, be sure to thank my editor, The chief 11 , for his help in this story. He was really good in helping me!