Weiss sighed for the umpteenth time as she unfurled her sleeping bag. Beside her, and past the small wall of her suitcases she'd erected between them, Ruby yapped happily about some story or book or similar. To Weiss' continued amazement his blond sister laid beside him happily, nodding her head at the appropriate times and offering short comments. It was less of a conversation than a lecture really. Not for the first time that day Weiss found herself asking just how two siblings could be so different. Certainly there were differences between Winter, Whitley, and herself, quite large differences she liked to think. But they also had much in common, especially physically.

Ruby, her self-appointed "friend," had boundless energy but appeared to be somewhat shy considering he hadn't wandered more than ten feet from his sister the entire day, excluding when he ran into Weiss herself. He was annoyingly persistent in his claim that the two of them were friends, normally Weiss would have chalked it up to her fame as either a singer or heiress to the SDC, but neither of the two had made any comment to that effect.

She hadn't said or done anything to reinforce the boy's foolish notion that they were friends, but when it was time for the assembly Ruby and Yang had stayed with her. When they went to change into their sleepwear, Ruby and Yang stayed with her, well Yang was nearby, Ruby went to the male changing rooms of course. In fact, he was waiting right outside the female changing rooms when Yang emerged. When they went to lay out their sleeping bags, Yang and Ruby set up beside her. She had planned on moving, but nearly the entire room was covered by then and it really would have been more hassle than it was worth.

"…on't you thi- Weiss? Is something wrong?" Weiss was brought out of her memories with a start, realizing that she had been staring at the animatedly talking Ruby, who was now staring at her with some concern. His silver eyes were soft like afternoon couds and his head was tilted slightly, exactly like a confused puppy. She was not at all comfortable with how cute he was.

Nor was she comfortable with how her cheeks were starting to heat up, only in embarrassment, of course, certainly nothing else. "No! No, nothing's wrong. I just, like your hair?" What? Real smooth Weiss. Smooth as a frozen lake, maybe the ice will crack and I'll drown, that'd be a mercy.

While Weiss cursed herself internally for making an awkward situation ten times worse, she was saved by the, apparently boundless, naivete of Ruby, "Aww, thank you, Weiss! You're the first person who's ever told me that! Well, except for Yang and Mom. Y'know, some people think it's dyed, but it's actually totally natural. I probably spend twenty minutes on it every morning. Normally I-" And he was off again. Weiss wasn't normally one for stereotypes, at least the ones which were untrue, but she had to confess she'd never met a guy so interested in hair. Though, one look at his sister and she had a pretty good idea where he might have acquired it. "-Yang won't let me out of the house without checking my hair she says-" Yup, that wasn't a very hard inference. In fact, now that she was paying attention to him, he did have nice hair. It reminded her, unsurprisingly, of roses. "-and you have really beautiful hair too Weiss!"

The annoying, immature boy who had pestered her all day and completely destroyed her expectations of Beacon and her new life sat across from her after yapping in her ear for over an hour. His smile was wide and his eyes filled with the same joy she had felt inside of her early that day. Everything Weiss knew about herself told her she should have found this boy insufferable, and well, she did. But for some reason she just couldn't bring herself to some icy retort. For some reason the idea of seeing him as sad as he had been when he ran into her was not nearly as appealing as it should have been. You're getting soft, Weiss. "Thank you, Ruby. You're the first person to tell me that as well." The first person to tell me that who's not looking to get in father's good graces, she added internally.

Weiss' words shocked Ruby, "No way! There is no way no one has told you how beautiful your hair is! It's so pretty! I mean it's like-" And there he went again. As he laid compliment after compliment onto Weiss' hair and her apparent dedication to it, she couldn't keep the pride from swelling just a bit in her chest nor the slight blush creeping back into her cheeks.

Yang watched Weiss from the corner of her eye. Ostensibly she was sizing up the guys on the other side of the room just like one would expect from a scantily clad blond. Admittedly, the view wasn't half bad, aside from the lanky blond wearing a onesie, but the real show was happening much closer.

She still didn't understand just what her brother saw in this girl. She was pretty in a porcelain doll sort of way, and she certainly looked fragile enough to fit that metaphor. But there were plenty of prettier girls in the room, the chick reading next to the candle nearby was an easy nine out of ten. Still a long way from a perfect Xiao-Long patented ten out of ten, but then again, who wasn't?

Yang wasn't shallow, she could certainly understand liking someone for their personality. Just about anyone but Weiss, that was. If she had to describe Weiss' personality in three words it would have been, "Arrogant, icy bi-" and that's when Summer would have stepped in and told her to watch her language around her younger brother. Seriously, sometimes Summer acted like Yang and Ruby were ten years apart instead of two.

Regardless, in Yang's mind Weiss had neither the body nor the attitude to catch her brother's eye, let alone deserve his attention. If it hadn't been for Ruby's insistence on befriending her, Yang would have told "Weiss-cream" several hours ago where she could stick her icicle of an attitude. Yang could perhaps forgive some of Weiss' cold shoulder throughout the day, it had be Ruby and her following Weiss pretty much everywhere she went. Well, Ruby followed Weiss and Yang followed Ruby. In fact, Ruby had done really all the talking today, she and Weiss had barely spoken to each other. It was odd for him to be so talkative to a person he'd just met, but maybe he'd finally followed her advice to be more sociable. I guess it's true, be careful what you wish for.

But still, if this was the person Ruby wanted to befriend she'd support him in that obviously gargantuan effort, but somehow Yang doubted she'd wind up friends with the stuck-up girl. Honestly, she doubted the girl had ever had a friend with the way she acted.

Heh, maybe they're kindred spirits in poor social skills? It was an amusing thought to fall asleep with as Ruby continued to lavish praise on the girl who seemed equal parts pleased and exasperated by it.

Ruby Rose was a morning person. Well, really he was an all the time person if he was being honest with himself. Why waste time you could be training, or playing, or cleaning Crescent Rose? Yang's answer would be, "to relax," which was ridiculous. Every time Ruby had a down moment all he could think about was all the things he could be doing instead of standing around doing nothing. Which was why he was one of the first students up at the crack of dawn. This was his first full day at Beacon, there was absolutely no way he was wasting a single second of it.

In the gold and orange sleeping bag next to his own dark red one, Yang was sleeping peacefully, for her. It looked like she had tried to punch her way out of the confines of the sleeping bag several times throughout the night. And potentially had burned some of it with her semblance. But that's why all of Yang's sleeping supplies were flame retardant. Her hair was a bit tangled, so that meant well over an hour of maintenance if she had her way.

But when Ruby looked over to his other side what he saw made his breath catch. Not more than a foot away from him was the serene face of Weiss Schnee, sleeping as peacefully and beautifully as a lone white rose. Her perfect white hair framed her face and pooled beneath her to create the picture of delicate feminine beauty. Between Yang and Summer, Ruby hadn't had much experience with delicate females, and if he was being honest with himself the conscious Weiss Schnee hadn't been all that delicate either. But she looked entirely different now. So very peaceful.

Ruby did feel kind of bad for hounding the girl all day, yesterday, but despite what many, more or less correctly, thought of his social awareness, Weiss Schnee was blunt enough for even Ruby Rose to get the point. Ruby had dealt with rejection by would-be friends many times back at Signal, he had had some friends, true, but of those few most seemed much more interested in his sister's body than anything else. But he had tried many times to, "put himself out there," as Yang said, and he had failed many times. And that was why Ruby Rose knew exactly what rejection looked like, and for all her coldness, sarcasm, and sarcasm, Weiss Schnee had never told him to leave her alone. And last night she seemed like she might even be starting to enjoy spending time with him.

Ruby was so caught up in his memories of yesterday and the beauty of the girl next to him that it took his mind a few seconds to realize that something had changed about Weiss' face. It took a few more seconds for him to realize that the change was two blue orbs staring at him with an emotion quite different from the peaceful, feminine delicacy she had radiated a few moments before, "Ruby. Why did I wake up with you staring at me?"

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… "Your face is really pretty." …hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Well that didn't sound weird at all, congratulations Ruby, first potential friend at Beacon and you screw it up by perving on her. Maybe if Weiss doesn't kill me I can spray whipped cream into Yang's hair and have her kill me instead.

But instead of running Ruby through with her rapier the white girl huffed and turned over onto her other side, "You idiot."

What Ruby didn't see as he and Weiss both got up and started to sort their things and get their clothes for the day's coming initiation, was the slight blush on Weiss' cheeks, and, of course, the cold death the glare of her eyes promised, though Ruby was smart enough to guess the latter existed.

Yang was not a morning person, and by the time she awoke both Ruby and Weiss had completely cleaned their former bedding spots and had gone and changed into their combat clothes, alongside a good three quarters of the first year hopefuls.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaang," Ruby whined into his sister's ear as he pulled on one of her arms, "we're going to be late."

"Hmmm, shut up Zwei, I'm still sleeping, go bother Ruby."

"Yaaaaaaaaaang! I'm serious!"

Yang responded by groaning and covering her face with her arms, conveniently it blocked her smirk from Ruby's view, "Ruby? What time is it? Go back to bed, I'm sure your girlfriend is cold without you."

"Yang, it's like seven thir-WAIT WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" Ruby's cheeks were suddenly far more red than even his namesake and his eyes shone bloody murder. Luckily, Weiss was not nearby, having gone to get breakfast, Ruby had, of course, promised to catch up with her when Yang woke up. Weiss, for her part, had called him an idiot and left, but, Ruby noted at the time, she hadn't told him not to. "I swear to Dust, Atlesian Premium Cookies, and Crescent Rose I will slice your head off like a stalk of wheat if you ever say that again, Xiao-Long!" Ruby had his hands around Yang's wrists and was staring straight into her eyes with red, hot anger. Yang half expected Ruby to blink and have red eyes.

She had a sneaking suspicion she had hit a nerve with her little brother if this was how he reacted; he never called her by her last name unless he was actually furious. Which meant unless she ate his cookies or forgot to buy oil for Crescent Rose, or, apparently, suggest he had feelings for Weiss Schnee. Bro, you have horrible taste in women. Maybe it was because Yang was the epitome of feminine perfection, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect personality, and the ability to punch through six feet of reinforced concrete. He must be overcompensating to stay away from girls who remind him of me! No wonder he went for Flatty McBitchcicle.

She'd have to do something about that. I always knew this day would come. Don't worry Ruby, big sis can play matchmaker as long as you need her to!

"-solutely no way I'd ever have feelings like that for her." Apparently Yang had zoned out while Ruby was talking, not an uncommon situation.

Yang yawned and stretched, arching her back and stretching her legs. Any guy her age would have been left with an open mouth and the pitching of a tent after seeing her bust strain valiantly against her tight top and her stretch showing off all of her curves, not to mention she imagined her bed hair would be a turn on for some too. As she looked around she noticed that quite a few of the guys remaining in the room were looking her way, some out of the corner of their eyes and some staring openly. More than a few glanced jealously at Ruby, no doubt mistaking their relationship. Yang winked at a couple of the guys who stared and maintained her gaze, Yang Xiao-Long appreciated courage.

Ruby, for his part, looked at his bombshell of a sister with only confusion, "Yang? What are you doing?"

Yang smiled widely at him and winked happily, "I can't let my little brother get laid before I do!"

"Wha-YAAAAAAAAAANG-AH!" His protests were cut off as Yang grabbed him by the shoulders and bear hugged him into her ample bosom. Quite a few guys were staring now, some with disbelief and all with envy.

"What's the matter Ruby, can't handle a real woman like your big sister, Yang Smoking-Hot Xiao-Long?" Yang eased up on her grip enough for Ruby to pull back and gasp for air.

He also took the time to glare at her and make his displeasure known, "One day I'm going to cut these swollen lumps of fat right off of you Xiao-Lo-Mmmpf!"

Yang smiled easily as Ruby struggled over dramatically to break free of her, because pretend to struggle all he liked he didn't try to push his head away from her. In fact, as he flailed his arms about he actually relaxed into her chest and rested his head against her. And after a couple of minutes when Yang had had enough fun and let him go, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her the quickest and shortest possible hug he could without using his semblance.

Yang Xiao-Long knew that every guy loved her boobs, her brother included. He just liked them in a different way.

And as he fussed around her and gathered her things together for her, probably to distract himself from the knowledge that he actually loved his sister so he could more easily be angry at her, Yang smiled and laughed at him. All the while the warmth on her breasts from where he had lain his head against her dissipated, and she remembered all the other countless times his head had rested there. Sad times, like the long months after their father had died and Summer had nearly shut down, when every night he had pressed his head against her bosom and sobbed and she had held him to her and cried with him. And happy times, like when Ruby finished Crescent Rose and the first thing he had done after testing it was to run to his big sister and snuggle up to her and laugh and cry tears of joy. Even now that memory threatened to bring tears to her eyes. He had worked tirelessly for months on Crescent Rose and failed numerous times, and he had come to her to cry and vent every time as well, and when he finally succeeded the first person he had gone to was her, he came to her even before he went to Summer.

It would be fair to say Yang saw herself almost as Ruby's second mother. His young, smoking hot, and effortlessly cool step-mother, obviously.

And throughout her entire life the only constant had been Ruby. He was her little brother, surrogate son, and best friend, and she could admit to herself that even though she had tried for years to get Ruby to open up to other people more, a petty, selfish part of her was afraid of losing him to someone else. Ruby had a beautiful, beautiful soul, and he was no doubt the most selfless, compassionate, and just all around good person Yang had ever met, and she knew that eventually he'd have to come more into his own and share that soul with the world.

But selfish or not, there was no way in hell that Yang Xiao-Long was going to step back and willingly play second fiddle to her brother's affection. If Weiss Schnee, the Pyrrha Nikos, or the Empress of Mistral wanted a place in Ruby's heart, they would have to stand in line and go through her first. And Yang could promise that she would be very, very selective in who got past her.

But when Ruby tugged on her arm once again, shoved her combat clothes into her arms, walked past her luggage that he had packed for her, and looked back at her to tell her to hurry up with his adorable silver eyes set into the cutest little glare he thought was intimidating, Yang had to admit to herself, it was going to be a very long line.

Yang smirked and cracked her knuckles, It's going to be fun playing matchmaker.

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Author's Notes: Hello everyone! After searching 's mess of a user interface for an author's note feature, I finally realized I just have to insert it myself. And it only took me about three weeks to figure that out! Yay, go me! (If I'm wrong please call me an ugly idiot and tell me where it is!)

Let me just take a minute to tell you what this story is suppose to be. R(uby)63 Rose will cover primarily the relationship of the member's of Team RWBY if Ruby Rose was a guy. It will have romance, cuteness, fighting, sadness, and quite a few cuddles. And Weiss being the Queen of Tsunderes, Yang being the Yangiest big sister possible, Blake being the cutest black cat at Beacon, and Rby Rose being the most naive, passionate, and adorable future huntsman you've ever seen. I'd also like to state R(uby)63 Rose is kind of a "warm up" fic for me. I've been away from fanfiction for awhile so I'm using the pretty simple concept of this story to get used to this whole "writing" thing again. I'm going to do my best to stabilize both the size and frequency of uploads of the chapters of this here story. Ideally, I'd like to hit around 5k words a chapter and update twice a week. So we'll see if that pans out.

I have some more ambitious and well made stories in the works and I look forward to sharing those with you guys sometime soon!

Thanks for taking the time to read my little story and my boring author's note! Have a great day and ciao!

P.S. Just noticed that .rtf files have not been keeping my line breaks to differentiate POV shifts. Very sorry about that, but they should all be fixed now!