Author's Note: Hm. Not bad, considering. I got a steady amount of people who seem to like the story, so I guess this is gonna be a thing now. Thanks for the reviews and advice guys, I'll consider some of it while I'm writing the story.
Also, if you guys are wondering what pairings I'm going to make with Ross, I'm just gonna admit that I have absolutely no idea. RossXNora sounds nice, but I'm a supporter of RenXNora more, so that's a no go. I won't do the popular White Rose pairing either, but I CAN maybe ship-tease it a little, for all you out there wanting to Weiss.
The pairing that I'm actually considering to likely do is maybe a RossXPenny romance, but that's still up for debate.
Anyway, glad to see this story is getting good reactions. Always review it please, I love getting and reading comments from my readers.
The vertibird that was carrying Beacon's new promising students descended to the side of the landing balcony of the mountain. As the doors open, Vomit Boy held back the bile in his throat, and dashed out to the nearest trashcan, before he was finally able to relieve himself of his breakfast.
Poor guy. First day in Beacon, and he already embarrassed himself before even walking through the front door. I don't think I would cope well if I was in his situation.
As Yang and I walked passed him, I spared a quick glance in pity, before moving on.
We walked passed the landing bridge and onto the decorated cobblestone floor, and we both looked up to see the amazingly beautiful castle that we'll be living in for the next couple of years.
Beacon. The greatest combat training academy in the world. Famous Hunters and celebrities have studied and trained here. I still can't believe that I actually get to be one of the students here! I'll be working with prodigies, stars, future celebrities, and future Hunters and Huntresses! I'd pinched myself to check if this was a dream, but nah. I don't wanna wake up anyway.
"Wow..." Was what we both said to the fantastic and breathtaking scenery.
"The view from Vale's got nothing on this." Yang chuckled.
I was about to say something when I noticed something peculiar. Or, you know, got distracted, whatever the difference is.
"Ooh! Yang, look look look! That guy has a collapsible staff! Holy dust, that girl over there has a fire sword!" I gushed over the many many weapons that the students around me hold. "*Gasp* THAT'S THE GUITAR AXE THAT CAN MORPH INTO A SHOTGUN! I'm in Weapons Magazine heaven! This is my wet fantasy dream!" I laughed excitedly. "Hey you think that guy will let me hold his weapon if I asked nicely?" I rambled, floating off, intending to stalk- I mean, continue to observe the student with the shotgun guitar axe.
I would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for that meddling Yang pulling me back by my hoodie.
"Easy there, little brother. They're just weapons."
"Just weapons? Just weapons?! These 'Just weapons' are an extensions to one's inner soul! Our weapons were crafted with love and tender and care, and each weapon was born with a soul, each made specifically for each specific person! Their souls would attuned to the souls of their user, and if deemed worthy, they become a fabrication of ourselves to be more fit and comfortable for us to wield! They're a part of us! And they are all SO FREAKING COOL!" I explained to the naive and young Yang about the awesomeness of weapons.
"Well, why can't you swoon over your own weapon? Aren't you happy with it?" She asked.
As soon as she said that, I pulled my dear sweetheart Crescent Rose, and hugged her as hard as I could. "Crescent Rose prefers to be referred as a 'her,' thank you very much." I said indignantly. "Secondly, I'm not just happy with her, I love her to death! She's my little sniper scythe angel, and I could never trade her for anything! Crescent Rose is the coolest weapon I ever had! Yes you are, yes you are, my adowable wittle scythe rifle of death." I cooed and snuggled Crescent Rose, kissing her sweetly.
I then remembered that I'm in public, and noticed Yang silently giggling. I coughed awkwardly, and calmed down before I did something stupid again.
"But just because I love my weapon, doesn't mean I can't admire new ones. It's like meeting new people! Just, without the social awkwardness... and the social anxiety."
"Ross, come on." Yang roughly pulled my hoodie up and covered my head, as I pouted. "Why don't you go try to make some friends of your own?"
"Friends of my own?" I pulled back my hoodie. "Did you forget that your little brother is also the most socially awkward person in the world? I can barely hold a decent conversation with a stranger, and I look like an ass when I'm talking to girls."
"Ross, you're now a student at Beacon, and at Beacon, you're here to learn lessons. One of those lessons is to overcome your fear. If you don't even at least try, you'll never become a good Hunter." She held my shoulders and shook them. "You have to try to overcome your flaws. I know you can get friends! You're Ross Rose! You're the coolest, most badass little brother I ever have!"
"But I'm your only brother." I pointed out.
"You know what I mean." She deadpanned.
"Hm... I guess you have a point." I nodded. "I'm the Grimm Reaper. I am one who stares down the most vicious and strongest of Grimm, and laugh at their faces! Something as small and petty as social awkwardness can't stop me from making friends! I'm way too badass for that!" I affirmed myself, giving a confident smile.
"That's what I like to hear!" Yang chuckled.
"So, er, baby steps. Can you help me get friends just in case I do something stupid?" I rubbed my neck.
"Well actually, I've got my own friends to take care of, and ohlookthey'realreadyhere," Suddenly there were a bunch of people surrounding us, as she hastily dashed away from me. "Gottagocatchup'kayseeyabye!"
The people that surrounded us then pushed through me to follow after her, leaving me spinning where I was. "Wait, what. Yang you traitor! Don't leave me alone in this big scary school! At least tell me where the cafeteria is! I haven't eaten anything today! Damn it Yang!" I shouted, twirling like a twister.
Ugh. Spinning. Dizzy. Cannot comprehend reality right now. "I have no idea what I'm doing." I groaned, before promptly falling backwards.
Ow, my head. Where did all these suit-cases come from?
"What are you doing?!"
Well, I just said that I had no idea what I'm doing.
I looked up to see-
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Whoa. Pretty girl. Very pretty. Very very much pretty. Pretty pony-tail. White as snow. Blue eyes. Cute skirt. Oh dust, the legs. Very nice legs.
"Don't ignore me when I'm speaking to you!" She yelled at me, probably angry that I just tumbled her suit-cases over.
"Uh- I- eh- um- you- er- um- bejisifutuna." I, so eloquently, responded.
Can't talk properly. Too shocked at the sudden pretty lady. Engaging nervous breakdown mode. Nervous breakdown mode activated.
"Do you have any idea of the damage you could've caused?"
"Uh befierdle erma dib meh-" I continued to reply in a smooth tone. I was so smooth, that if I was a road, cars would crash and explode on me. Twice.
I wanted to apologize for knocking over her suit-cases, but with no proper mouth function working at the moment, I opted to just pick one of the cases up and hand it to her, as a sign of peace. I don't think it calmed her down though.
"Give me that!" She roughly took it from my hands, "This is dust, mined and purified, from the Schnee Quarry." She opened the case and took out a vial of red dust.
"Imahfusalamatom ermi fi-" Nope, mouth still doesn't work.
"What are you? Brain dead?" At the moment? Possibly. "Dust! Fire, water, lightning, energy!"
As I stood up, Snowy here continued to shake the vial of dust at me, letting loose a bunch of dust in the air. I felt my nose tingle from all of the dust, but I tried resist the urge to sneeze.
"Are you even listening to me?" Please stop yelling at me. "Is any of this sinking in?" Well, it's sinking into my nose, all right. "What do you have to say for yourself?!"
Hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, HOLD IT IN.
I couldn't hold it in.
"Uh- uh- uuuaaAAAACHOO!"
*Explosions*
Ow, hot. Ow, cold. Ow, tingly.
I wiped my nose to stop the irritation building up again, and when I looked up at her, I see her covered head-to-toe in soot.
Oh, that's bad.
She was silent for a moment, making me wonder if I accidentally froze her or something, before she exploded at me. "This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about!"
Can I form coherent sentences yet? "I- I- I'm s-so sorry!" Better than nothing.
I covered my head deep inside my hoodie. Maybe if I go deep enough, I'll turn invisible.
"Ugh! You complete dolt! What are you even doing here? Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon?"
"Well- I- uh- I was- um-" I stuttered silently, still trying to hide behind my hoodie.
"This isn't your ordinary combat school! It's not just sparring and practice, you know. We're here to fight monsters! So watch where you're going!"
Mommy, please make the mean, pretty lady stop yelling at me!
"Maybe you should tone it down a bit? You're scaring the poor kid." Another voice popped up from nowhere.
I looked to the right to see- Uybehtiminsadfa another cute girl! Pretty yellow eyes. Alluring shoulders. Long black hair. Ribbon makes her cuter. Skin-tight pants. Legs. Oh dust, the legs.
Why are there so many attractive girls here?! Why are there so many attractive girls with amazing legs?! My young teenage eyes can't handle it!
"You're Weiss Schnee. Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world." Ribbon said, holding the vial of dust that Snowy dropped.
"Finally! Some recognition!" Snowy, who's name I just learned is now Weiss Schnee, looked at me with a smug grin.
Her grin didn't last long though, as Ribbon wiped it off when she continued, "The same company infamous for its controversial labor force, and questionable business partners."
"Wha- How dare- The nerve of-" Weiss stuttered in shock.
WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW?! I AM SO CONFUSED. WHAT'S A SCHNEE?!
Weiss grunted as she took the vial off of Ribbon's hand and stomped away in frustration.
I should say something to her.
"Uh- erm- bijga- neewa- ss- aaa!" I reached my hand out to her, still a stuttering mess.
I groaned, disappointed that I messed up the chance to make a friend. But then I remembered the Ribbon girl was still there. Maybe not all hope is lost yet-
And she's walking away.
Quick, say something to her! "Herrn- abymmkl- bgglw-" DAMNIT.
She's still walking away,
...
"Ugh... I really wish I knew how to talk to girls." I sighed.
I fell back and collapsed on the ground. Instead of the best first day I thought would happen, I instead made a complete fool out of myself in front of two beautiful girls, and possibly making an enemy out of one of them. Said girl was also apparently a rich princess, related to a royal family that owns a powerful company.
What happened to the best day of my life? It was here just a moment ago.
"I'm an idiot..." I groaned, closing my eyes and wishing Monty Oum would strike me down where I laid.
I hear foot-steps walking close to me, and someone blocking the sun from my eye. I looked up to see a blonde guy in a black hoodie with armor pads. He held out a hand to me and introduced himself. "Hey. I'm Jaune. I totally understand how you feel right now."
Understands how I feel right now? A fellow brother of the socially awkward, in this big scary world? I grabbed his arm and pulled myself up, "Ross." I introduced myself, grateful for someone who can relate.
Actually, I swear I've seen him before... Oh hey, it's Vomit boy!
"You're that guy who threw up on my sister's shoes!" I smiled, recognizing him.
I probably picked the wrong words to say, since he groaned in frustration when I said it.
After introducing ourselves, we walked for a bit, talking about our how much our first day at Beacon sucked so badly. I followed him around as he led me to wherever it was we were suppose to go.
"All I'm saying is that motion sickness is a much more common problem than people let on!" He tried to justified himself for puking on the ship.
"Right. Sorry for calling you Vomit boy. It was the first thing that came into mind!"
"Oh yeah? What if I called you Crater-face?"
"Oh dust, that explosion was an accident, damn it! How was I suppose to stop it from happening if she kept waving that vial of dust at my face?" I rubbed my eyes in embarrassment.
"Well, we're even then. The name is Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it!"
"They do?" I asked in an incredulous tone.
"They will! Well, I hope they will... I mean, my mom always said that, uh... nevermind."
I chuckled at that. His mom, eh? Sounds like he still has a nice mom. Good for him... I wonder if she's anything like my mom?
Mom...
Agh, no, go away depressing thoughts, I've already moved on from that, shoo!
I noticed that Jaune and I were having an awkward silence between us. Not wanting a repeat of last time, I quickly thought of a new topic to talk about.
I wonder if he's a big weapons fanatic like me?
"So, I've got this beauty." I pulled out Crescent Rose from my waist, startling Jaune a bit.
"Whoa! Is that a scythe?!" He asked nervously.
"Yeah. Her name is Crescent Rose, and she's the perfect Grimm killing machine. She's also a customizable, high impact velocity sniper rifle." I cocked her gun chamber.
"A wha?"
"... She's also a gun?" I repeated.
"Oh. That's cool!"
"Isn't she? A fitting weapon for a future Grimm Reaper, don't you think?" I twirled her around a bit, showing her off.
"Future grim reaper?"
"You know? 'Grimm?' 'Reaper?'" I looked at him expectantly.
"I'm uh... not following you." He raised an confused eyebrow.
"The monsters here are called the Grimm? I'm wielding a scythe?" I slowly explained.
He furrowed his eyebrow, deep in thought. "Hm..." He then dawned a face of realization. "OH! I get it! A 'Grimm Reaper!' Ha, that's pretty clever!"
"Heh, thanks. So, what weapon do you have?" I asked him excitingly.
My question seemed to caught him off guard. "Oh-uh... Well, I got this sword." He pulled out a really classic-looking sword.
I whistled, "Wooow."
"Yeah, I've got a shield too!" He pulled the sheath from his hip and it expanded into a shield.
"Nice. So, what do they do?" I knocked on the shield, wanting to test how hard it was. When I knocked on it though, it sprang out of Jaune's arm, and bounced into the air. Jaune was fumbling around, trying to catch it as it contracted into a sheath and expanded into a shield over and over, making it hard for Jaune to catch it.
It fell on the ground, and Jaune awkwardly picked it up, holding it steady in case it might bounce around again.
"Well, the shield can get smaller." He contracted the shield into a sheath again, "So, when I get tired of carrying it, I can just... put it away."
"But... won't it just weigh the same?"
"Yeah, it does." He admitted, looking down in embarrassment.
"Well, don't worry if your is sword lacking in the specialty department. I'm kind of a huge geek when it comes to weapons. So, I guess I got a bit too crazy, designing Crescent Rose." I chuckled.
"Wait, you made that?!" He asked in awe, staring at Crescent Rose again.
"Her." I corrected. "And, yeah! All students in Signal Academy forge their own weapons. Didn't you make yours?"
"It's actually a hand-me-down. My great-great-grandfather used it to fight in the war."
"Oh. That actually sounds like a family heirloom, to me at least."
I studied the sword a bit. It looks like a really reliable weapon. The edge still looks really sharp, despite the fact that it was used by Jaune's great-great-grandfather during the war, making it really really old, if what Jaune said is true. While a sword is was a common weapon, mass produced for soldiers and knights to used before the discovery of dust, this sword seems like it was created with a large use for practicality and effectiveness in mind. In the right hands, it could be a really powerful, yet simple weapon, sharp and strong enough to cut through anything. It's easy to master, and has powerful strength, making it a perfect sword for a beginner to become an advance swordsman in a short amount of time.
"I like it! Not many people use something as simple as a sword these days, but it's nice to know that someone out there still appreciates the classics." I said, admiring the weapon.
"Yeah... the classics..." He muttered as he sheath his sword.
"So, why did you help me up back there, in the courtyard?" I asked as I started walking forward again.
"Eh, I saw how badly you were acting with those girls back there. I can totally understand how it feels to choke up like that."
"You bad with girls too?"
"I used to be. Not anymore though... hopefully." He said the last part under his breath. "Anyway, when I saw you fall on the ground like that, I thought you could probably use a friend that can relate. 'Strangers are just friends that you haven't met yet,' is what my mom always told me."
"Heh, well thanks Jaune. I certainly feel a lot better, talking with ya."
"Aw, it's no big deal." He waved off my gratitude.
We have been walking for a really long time now. Are we near the place we're suppose to be yet? "Hey Jaune, where are we going?" I asked him.
"Oh, I dunno. I was following you."
"Wait, what? But, I was following you."
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"You think there might be a directory? Maybe a food court? Some sort of recognizable landmark?"
"I don't know, but you had me at food court. Still haven't eaten anything today."
So, that hopefully wasn't too bad. I made Ross to be more awkward around girls, because girls are girls, and Ross is a 15 year old boy, still trying to pass through puberty. He'll get better around Weiss and Blake though, once he gets to know them. Anyway, please give a review. I love comments, I really do. It gives me proper motivation to make more chapters. Thanks for reading.
