Hello viewers
Welcome back to RWBY!
Yes, here we are
Training day!
So this just isn't about strength
She's going to learn everything she'd learn at Beacon because Benedict did go to Beacon cause he's a hunter in Vytal.
She'll probably also learn some side things cause you know, middle aged mad man
Anyways, here we go
Ruby POV
"Ruby..."
"Hm?" I murmured, my eyes still closed as I clutched the crimson blanket on me to shield myself from the cold air the fan was making.
"Ruby..."
"Hm?" I murmured again, still trying to keep myself asleep.
"Ru- Oh, you know what. Ruby wake up!"
I snapped my eyes open as Benedict's booming voice resounded through the room. I shrieked in surprise and fell of the bed, again, just like yesterday morning. I groaned in pain and looked up to see Ben looking down at me with his mouth in a straight line as he raised an eyebrow.
"Not the most graceful awakening," he said and I glared at him as he turned around to walk to the door. "Get dressed, training starts at eight."
"Five?" I asked and looked at the window to see the dark skies. "What time is it?"
"Three," he answered, "thought you might want some time to clean, dress, and eat."
"Um, thanks?" I sheepishly answered as he left.
I slowly rose up, stretching my limbs and shaking off the after effects of my rude awakening. Soon I had gotten out of the bathroom and was seated at the counter in the kitchen, eating the pancakes Aeren was making. I felt the sudden urge to eat as much as possible and raised my fork high.
"FOR SCIENCE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and started stuffing as much pancakes in my mouth. (A/N- All rights to that quote belong to PaladinShane because I saw it from him first. Sorry I had to use the quote, it was to awesome not to)
I was on my fifth pancake when a porcelain toned hand gripped my pale wrist. I looked up with a stuffed mouth to see Aeren giving me a disapproving look.
"Ms. Rose, I would advise not eating a large amount of edible materials, Master Smith would make you expel it very quickly during training."
"Uh..." I trailed off, not sure what she meant by that.
"Seeing as you do not realize my intended meaning, I shall clarify," she stated as she raised her hands. "You will 'puke' your meal." She made air quotes with her fingers to emphasise 'puke'.
"Oh," I said, worried now at what Benedict's training would be. "Thanks?" I responded, sheepishly thanking her as she nodded and went back to making breakfast. Soon my new mentor entered the kitchen, dressed in his usual black coat.
"Good morning everyone," he laughed with joy and sat down, picking up his fork with a swing us his arm. Suddenly, he did the exact same thing as I did, but with a bit more vigor and a different set of words. "In the name of humanity I shall discover how much of these fluffy pan made cakes shall fit in my mouth!"
With that he started stuffing his face as I stared at him with wide eyes. Suddenly, a porcelain toned hand grabbed him by the back of his coat and pulled him back so he was sitting straight in his seat. He finished chewing on his 15th pancake and looked up at his android servant.
"Sir," she growled with her electronic voice and he smiled nervously prompting her to let go of him so he would jerk back forward before regaining his balance.
"He he," he sheepishly laughed and began apologizing. "Sorry Aeren, you know what happens to me when you cook pancakes."
"I decided to cook them for the occasion of Ms. Rose's first day of training under your membership sir," she stated and took our plates to clean them.
"Okay, well," Mr. Smith began while placing his hands on his legs to get up. "Breakfast's over, meet me outside in an hour, training starts then."
"Okay?" I curiously said, still unsure if he was completely sane.
One Hour Later
"So what are we going to train in?" I asked, jumping up and down in anticipation as Benedict walked back and forth.
"Thinking," he said, pointing his finger in the air. I just sat down, legs crossed as I stared at him. Eventually he slowed down his pacing and finally stopped. He turned and looked at her with a devilish smile on his smile just like when Yang or Nora were about to do something completely crazy or insane. "I know what your first lesson is," he said and I cautiously got up to look at him.
"What?" I asked and he rushed forward in an instant, his fist headed for my small face.
"Dodge!" he shouted and I jumped out of the way in time with the use of my semblance.
"Are you trying to abuse me!?" I shouted in shock and fear as he grinned madly.
"No, just teaching you how to DODGE!" he roared once more as he punched at me again.
I jumped forward and ducked down to roll under him, but he moved his leg, intercepting me. I yelped in surprise as I fell flat on my face. He grinned and I gave a small smile when I realized I had the upper hand. My leg went up and hit him between his making him squeal in pain.
"Dirty fighting," he moaned in pain and as he writhed in agony I got up, dusted off my combat skirt before grabbing one of the training swords he had set out on a rack.
"Now, have at me!"
"Thee," he grunted as he got up, holding his legs for support. "It's have at thee."
"Well I like it with me," I simply said in a cheeky tone.
"Whatever floats your boat," he said and walked over to get a sword himself. "Now, the key to combat is your style and stance."
"Style and stance? I learned that at Signal and Beacon!"
"You did, but you didn't learn it the way I'm going to teach you," he stated, twirling his sword in his hand like some kind of preformer. When he was done he took a stance and then charged forward with a battle cry. I was shocked for a moment, but managed to pull up her sword in defense, blocking his attack.
We continued sparring, wooden sword clashing against wooden sword as we jumped and stumbled across the manor grounds. I was mostly on the defensive, but sometimes I managed to use my semblance to dodge an attack and hit him from behind. He'd then go on the offensive as I swiftly struck at him, getting a bunch of hits in with the wooden sword. However, I was more trained in using my scythe so he'd find a way to get me back on the defensive.
Soon I started getting tired and with what little energy I had left I ducked under one of his swings and hit him in the back of his neck with my weapon. He stumbled forward as I fell on the ground and just fell backwards onto my back, completely out of steam.
"Good, good, now hit me," he ordered, still full of energy.
"What?"
"Come on, you heard me didn't you?" he asked, waving his arms in the air, leaving himself open on purpose.
"You want me to hit you?"
"Come on!" he shouted anxiously and I sighed as I got up and used what little energy I had gotten back from my ten seconds of rest to charge at him.
He jumped back right as I stopped and slashed at him. He landed on his feet in an offensive stance and slashed down, striking my arm with the wooden sword, then he kicked my leg. I fell onto my knee from the amount of pain in my shin as it slipped out from under me. Suddenly, I saw his sword come down at me in mid-swing from an angle, but it stopped right before it hit me.
"You see, you charged in without thinking. That is what you need to work on. Always think about your opponent and what you need to do to beat them. I'm an ex-hunter, of course I'm going to beat you, but that doesn't mean you can't try to beat me," he said as he threw the sword away and helped me up, careful to not put pressure on my bruising shin. "The right course of action would have been to counter my attack by stopping before I jumped back so you could charge once more and attack me as I recovered from the jump back."
"Wow," I said as he explained it like he was teaching me how to play paddy cake. "So, more training?"
"Of course," he said and led me over to a small firing range with rifles set up on a rack.
"How do you have all this?" I asked, a bit in shock and awe from everything he owned.
"I'm a rich guy, now pick up a gun and shoot the target."
I did as he asked and picked up a rifle, careful to treat it like I would Crescent Rose because that's how you treat a weapon. You just don't handle it like it was a wooden stick or a metal bar or a-
"Ruby!" Benedict shouted, probably for the umpteenth time making me turn red in embarrassment.
"Sorry, spaced out for a second," I explained nervously and he sighed.
"Yes, it's alright. Just shoot now," he ordered and I aimed up the sight before pulling the trigger.
The bullet came out with a loud bang as it flew towards the red and white target. It hit near dead center enticing Mr. Smith to start clapping while laughing.
"Good, now that's good," he said as I looked up at him with pride. "Just a bit more practice and you can hit dead center as much as you want."
"Really?"
"No, no one can hit dead center all the time. They'll always make a mistake whether it be natural or unnatural effects."
"You sound like a really smart professor."
"I do don't I?" he replied smugly, but I dashed his joy with my next words.
"You're suppose to sound childish."
"Yeah- Hey!" he shouted in anger making me laugh as he fumed. "I can be serious and smart sometimes."
"Really?"
"Just shoot the targets," he groaned as I kept giggling.
"What about swordsmanship?" I asked, "and since I use a scythe when are we going to learn about that?"
"I'm not going to teach you when you have a bruising shin, hinders progress."
"But don't you need to fight even with wounds?"
"Yes, that's why I'm going to teach you it after you fire off a couple shots and hit those targets!" he stated and started to walk back towards the manor. Deciding to ignore that really crazy part of him for now, I raised up the gun again and fired some more shots, hitting dead center or near the red dot.
Suddenly, after the twentieth or twenty-first shot I started losing count, but then I heard clapping.
"Alright Ruby," Mr. Smith congratulated as he walked up behind me. "Dead center on fifteen of the twenty-five targets you shot, the rest are near close to the center."
"Um, thanks?" I sheepishly replied as he clasped on a hand on my shoulder.
"Now, for the swordsmanship," he began and turned me around so that I could see the training sword pointed at my neck. "What do you do in a situation like this?"
"I either start crying or shout for help?" I answered as I stared at the tip of the wooden sword.'
"No no no," he said, completely disappointed at my answer, but he still kept it leveled at my neck. "You find a way to counter. So how do you counter?"
"Like this?" I answered and I pushed my hand up, making it fly up, but then it flew towards me and I flinched. I didn't feel a stinging sensation or any pain so I opened my eyes to see the tip a centimeter from my eye.
"No, you need to get it away from you," he answered and he flipped the sword over so he was holding the wooden blade. "Here take this, I'll show you what to do."
"But you're taller than me," I said as I took it and he got down on his knees.
"Better?"
"Yeah," I answered and got in a stance like I had him beaten. "So what now?"
"Now this!" he shouted and swung his left arm up, but instead of hitting it directly up he slammed his fore arm against the flat of the blade and made it fly diagonally to the left so he could grab my wrist and then my other wrist. "That's how you counter," he stated and let go of me.
"Okay, so what's next?"
"Nothing, training's over," he answered simply and I raised an eyebrow at that.
"What? That's it? Nothing else?"
"No, now we go to the textbooks," he stated and I cocked my head since my eyebrow was already up.
Several Hours Later
"Uhg!" I moaned loudly out of boredom as I slammed my head on the table.
We were in the study room of the manor as he called it, but I'd prefer to call it a library. He had shelves with books and books and even more books, who would even have so many books! I was sitting at a table with a pencil and paper in my hand while Benedict was holding up a book he was reading.
"What, not interested?" Mr. Smith asked as he looked at me after averting his gaze from the book he had in his hand.
"No, I don't want to learn about one of your stories!" I groaned again, even louder. "You sound like Prof. Port."
"Hey, his stories were fascinating," he stated defensively. "At least I found them fascinating."
"What, you mean like hunting some Grimm in a forest with only a stick?"
"No, I mean hunting a Ursa Major that broke into a city and was hiding out in the sewers," he stated and my eyes widened. "Yeah, he did that. You should start listening."
"The whole class should," I replied as he went back to looking at his book, "we'd always sleep through his stories."
"Wow, Beacon's changed a lot then," he said and I tilted my head a bit at that.
"Really?"
"Nah, I slept through the boring stories too," he laughed and I started laughing with him. After we stopped our laughing fest we noticed Aeren standing in the open doorway, hands behind her back in a respectful manner.
"Hello Aeren, did you need something?" Mr. Smith kindly asked and she nodded. "What?"
"The scanning of the forest is complete sir, I decided it best that you review the results," she answered in her high pitched, electronic voice.
"Thank you," he replied and set his book down after putting in a bookmark.
"Scans?" I asked and she gestured for me to follow her. So naturally, as a curious petite huntress in training I followed her through the halls of the manor. Soon we arrived at a room filled with technology of a bunch of sorts. A large computer screen showed the entire map of Magnus along with the surrounding area meaning the ocean and the forest.
"No sign of Grimm or White Fang," he said with a hint of boredom in his voice. "Guess we'll have to wait for someone to see one for us to scan for anymore."
"Wait, you scan for Grimm or White Fang in the forest?" I asked and he nodded.
"I set up scanners in the forest when I moved here, then I eliminated the Grimm presence here with the help of several teams of hunters and huntresses."
"That's why it seemed so peaceful and Grimmless," I said and he nodded with a smile.
"That is correct, so want to know how I found you?"
"Uh, sure," I hesitantly answered, a bit curious of how he saved me.
"Well, couple days ago, four actually Aeren discover a single life signature enter the forest. She alerts me, I go after it and find the White Fang presence that's been hiding from me. I take them out, save you and hijack their wavelengths to pinpoint the rest of the White Fang locations in the forest which are quickly taken out by hunters and huntresses called from Beacon via job requests."
"Wow," I said with amazement in my voice as he smiled with satisfaction at my expression.
"I know," he simply replied with a satisfied tone in his voice.
"Sir?"
We looked at Aeren as she stared at the two of us. Her hands were behind her back in a respectful manner just as she always did.
"Yes Aeren?" Benedict asked while cocking his head to the side.
"Might I suggest that you return to the blacksmith's shop to discover the whereabouts of Ms. Rose's weapon and yours as well."
"Oh, right," Mr. Smith gasped and got up. "Come on Ruby, let's get my gun and your scythe."
"Aye sir," I replied, saluting and giving him a proud smile which made him crack a smile as well.
I followed him out of the room and down into the foyer where we left. With a snap of his fingers the doors swung open and we moved towards the car parked out front. I noticed the sky was bright with the color blue as white clouds slowly flew past the yellow sun unlike the dark indigo sky from earlier this morning. I climbed into the passengers seat next to Mr. Smith as he turned on the engine to start the car. We left the manor behind us and drove into Magnus, the citizens waving at the car whenever we passed.
I smiled brightly as we passed people here and there. It felt like I was a celebrity or a huntress, yeah a huntress. This is how I always imagined it to be, some famous huntress who everyone looks up to and sees as their role model.
"Come along Ruby," I heard and turned to see Benedict looking at me through the open door of the car.
"Sorry sir," I apologized as I hopped out.
We walked into the blacksmith's shop to see Valance sitting behind the counter reading a magazine.
"Hey Valance!" I greeted loudly and she jumped up, frightened. Her eyes locked onto me and she smiled widely as the wolf faunas ran over to greet me.
"Hey Ruby, how're you and Mr. Smith doing?"
"Fine Valance, now if you would please direct me to your father so I may interrogate him on the whereabouts of my weapon," Benedict asked in a fancy and really annoying voice making us crack a smile and giggle. He chuckled with us and Valance eventually raised her arms from her stomach to point at the back door.
He walked back there and we followed, still giggling a bit. There was a cry of victory and we looked up to see Mr. Smith pick up his massive light repeating cannon.
"Your welcome," Mr. O'Dehern angrily growled and Mr. Smith laughed heartily. He started slapping his hand on the wolf faunas' back as if congratulating him for something, the blacksmith himself trying not to spill a batch of molten metal that was in a special cup that was being held by a pair of prongs he had.
"Stop that!" he barked and the middle aged man stopped his arm, but didn't stop his laughing voice.
"Hey Ruby," Valance whispered and I looked over at her.
"Yeah?" I asked as we looked at each other.
She cupped a hand over one side of her mouth and whispered to me, "Have you seen Mr. Smith's weapon's alternate form?"
"No," I answered honestly.
My mind was already comprehending what she was going to do next.
"Mr. Smith, you wanna show Ruby your weapon's alternate form!" she shouted with glee and he raised an eyebrow in response.
"Oh," he responded as he realized what she had asked, "of course."
He swung the weapon around, his left hand letting go of the front handle. The grip his right hand held on to snapped so it was in line with the rest of the weapon. The different parts and armor plates of the weapon shifted and transformed until he was holding a morning star-like weapon. The bottom of the long handle had a blunt tip probably for knocking people out with a strong blow. The top had what any mace would, a head with sharp pointed pieces, but he didn't have spikes on it.
Instead there were large, purple dust crystals formed into large, flat, and sharp plates. It kinda reminded me of dorsal fins on a dolphin or something except they gave off a menacing sort of feeling. Below them were smaller, metal versions of the dust crystal plates. At the very top of the head was a large spike made of the same purple dust crystal.
"Whoa," I gasped in awe as I rushed over to his side. Immediately, I grabbed it from his hand and started looking it over. "You have dust crystals for the spikes in a crystal weaponry technique!" I stopped after that, realizing I had geeked out over his weapon and sheepishly handed it back to him while he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Is he going to hate me now?"
Thoughts started circling in my head as he took back his morning star weapon and reverted it into his light repeating cannon form to put it on his back.
"I did just take his weapon from him and geeked out over it."
He looked down at me with a raised eyebrow as I nervously squirmed under his look. Valance stared at the both of us while her dad turned his head to look.
"He's going to think I'm wierd and stop teaching me!"
Instead of calling me a freak or wierd like the bullies back at Signal he smiled and laughed.
"You act just like Ranulf when he was at Signal!" he roared with laughter and the wolf faunas blacksmith groaned loudly as he went back to what he was doing.
I ironically turned into a rose with my blushing as he patted me on the back.
"Come on kid, lighten up. Didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he apologized as he wiped a fake tear from his eye.
"You didn't hurt my feelings," I explained as I brushed his hand away before he could bruise my back. "I just thought you'd call me wierd or something."
"Wierd?" he asked and Valance started laughing loudly. "You are obviously blind. I'm a middle aged mad man, that's a wolf faunas blacksmith, and that's a small ball of ginger energy over there!"
Mr. O'Dehern turned to look at us again before rolling his eyes and looking back at his work while Valance stopped laughing at glared at us.
"Hey!" she pouted and I giggled while Mr. Smith chuckled.
"Now, Ranulf. How goes the construction of Ruby's weapon!" my mentor bellowed as he looked over at the blacksmith.
"I melted the blade!" he shouted and I perked up.
"You what!" I screamed with concern as I ran over to him.
"I said I melted the blade so we can re-mold it," he explained more thoroughly and I calmed down.
"Oh, sorry," I apologized sheepishly and he rolled his eyes before turning his head to look at what I assumed was the molten form of my precious' blade.
"I was about to add some more Hard Steel in, but I stopped so I could ask you if you wanted a different metal for your weapon's blade," he explained further and I gave him a quizzical look.
"A different metal?" I asked and he nodded.
"Steel is a strong metal that a lot of weapons use, but Hard Steel is much stronger and very expensive. However, there are even more materials used in the crafting of weapons. You saw Ben's dust crystal plates."
"So you want to know if I want to use something different for my Preci- Crescent Rose's blade?" I asked, correcting myself before I could say 'Precious' out loud.
"Well, yes," he answered, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke.
"I don't know. I want to keep Crescent Rose the way it is," I answered and he rested his chin on a gloved knuckle.
"What if I- you fuse the blade's metal with another?" he asked, correcting himself as he remembered I was the one who was putting together Crescent Rose.
"How do I do that?" I asked, leaning my head to the side. "They never taught us how to fuse stuff."
"It's a rare thing for metal to be fused because the dust needed for it is rare. I just received a shipment of that certain dust a couple days before you arrived in Magnus. I've been wanting to test it and since your mentor over there is paying me a lot for this I might as well use it for your weapon."
"Wow," was all I could say in response and he chuckled a bit before getting up.
He moved over to a crate and opened it up before taking out a vial of orange dust. He walked over to a large wooden door and gestured for me to follow him. I complied and he opened the door to reveal a room filled with large containers filled with all kinds of metals. Some were filled to the rim or were barely filled, a few were empty, but most had at least a couple pieces of whatever they held in them.
"Read the labels and pick a material," he said and I gleefully nodded as I started running around with my semblance, turning into a red blur.
"Titanium"
"Platinum"
"Iron"
"Dust Crystals"
"Hard Steel"
I read off all the tags and ran around three more times to make sure I didn't miss anything. The idea of making my Precious better was definitely giving me a feeling of excitement and exhilaration.
"Whoa!" Ranulf shouted as he managed to grab my hood before I could run anymore. I stopped after feeling the jerking sensation, knowing if I went any further my cloak could rip. I backed up and looked at his questioning face.
"So? Any ideas?"
"Um..." I trailed off and started nibbling on a curled up finger in thought. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" he asked, raising his other eyebrow.
"Yeah," I answered, looking up at him.
"Well since you're Ben's student I might as well give you the special treatment," he sighed and led me over to one of the large containers.
"Mythrium," I read as he reached in an pulled out two light blue ingots.
"You know this metal use to be a legend until they found ginormous deposits in the mountains of Atlas," he explained as we walked with the surprisingly light metal bars.
"Now, put the Mythrium in the furnace," Mr. O'Dehern stated as he walked off.
Benedict and Valance walked over to help me put the metal in the furnace, but they were shocked by how light it was.
"Light as a feather," Mr. Smith commented with a smile as the blacksmith came back with a vial of red Dust.
"Ms. Rose, please open up your hand," Valance's dad said and I obeyed.
He lit the fire and poured a small amount of the Dust into my hand and gestured for me to toss it into the flames. I tossed it into the fire and immediately it roared, the fire plumed into a burning cloud making us jump back in fright. However, it quickly went back to licking the sides of the furnace, burning brighter and hotter now.
"Burn Dust, makes the fire hotter," he explained and we nodded in understanding.
Soon the Mythrium was melted and he handed me a pair of prongs. I grabbed the cup it had been melted in with a pair of prongs and took it over to where he wanted it to be. He brought a mold of Crescent Rose's blade out and set it down on the table next to the molten forms of the Mythrium and Hard Steel. He poured in the Mythrium and took the vial of dust he had before.
"Open your hand again please," he asked and I did. He gave me a tiny amount of the orange dust and ordered me to sprinkle it in. For a moment, the molten metal flashed orange before dying down quickly. We stared at it in awe with gaping mouths. "Now take your weapon's molten blade and pour it in."
I obliged and grabbed the cup with the molten metal of my Precious' old Hard Steel blade and poured it into the mold. It started glowing instead of flashing this time and as it glowed brighter we averted our eyes. After a couple seconds it died down and we looked back to see just regular molten metal colored the same steel grey as they were before. He set the other side of the mold down onto it and stepped back.
"Be back by tomorrow and it should be cooled down," Mr. O'Dehern stated, but I frowned.
"Can't I just wait here, it'll only take a couple hours." (A/N- I honestly don't know how long it takes to cool molten metal, but I'll just say that he can cool it in half a day because of RWBY tech and Dust and stuff)
"Yes, but it's eight o'clock," he replied and I heard Mr. Smith raise his arm.
"Wow, we were here for that long?" he asked, realizing we were here for hours. "Come on Ruby, you can wait."
"Alright," I grumbled and followed him out. "Thank you for letting me remake Crescent Rose though!"
"It was a pleasure!" Valance's dad shouted back with a laugh and I smiled as I left the blacksmith's shop.
Jaune POV
I am not in love with Ruby Rose, or am I? I didn't know anymore, I didn't know anything anymore. I finally started acknowledging girls around me for once, well more acknowledging actually. Like whenever Pyrrha and I sparred I'd always get captivated by how fluently she moved in combat, then she'd kick my butt and we'd start over. Weiss was that Snow Angel she always was, well more Ice Queen actually, but about the same thing. Yang of course was, well Yang and Blake was okay, but all these feelings kept messing with me.
I never looked at Nora though, I knew she was well, Nora and I'm sure Ren would probably get all defensive of his best-friend he was together with, well not together-together, just together with like best buds like how Ruby and I are, but now I have feelings for he-
My run on thoughts stopped as I ran into a brick wall and fell over.
"Ah," I silently moaned as I lay there. "Why can't I be like dad?"
I slowly got up, ignoring the pain of my bruising face. I checked if I had a bloody nose or anything bloody, but there was nothing, so I wiped off some dust on me and kept walking.
"Ruby!" I shouted for the umpteenth time today.
I've been shouting her name all day, ever since dawn today. Same thing for yesterday to since it was the weekend. The Vytal Tournament was coming up and my team was in it, so today was my last free day of looking for her.
"Do you know Friend-Ruby?"
I jumped in fright as the voice questioned me. I fell over again, but this time I landed on my face. I put a hand to my face and felt warm blood leaking out.
"Uhg," I groaned in annoyance as I tried to plug my nostril with it, but then a white tissue put itself in my face.
"Here you go."
"Than-"
I stopped mid-wipe as I stared at the orange haired girl in front of me. She had somewhat curly orange hair that went down to her chin and large emerald green eyes with freckles along with a large pink bow. Her skin was pale and she was about my size with feminine overalls over an old fashioned blouse and black stockings that had glowing green lines on the sides.
As I observed her I started tasting a coppery taste in my mouth and realized I was still bleeding from my nose and quickly wiped the rest of the blood off before plugging my nose. I spit out what blood I had in my mouth before wiping it off. I looked back at the girl who stood in front of me, her head cocked to the side as she observed me, not looking or staring, observed me.
"Um, hi?" I sheepishly greeted and she smiled, her traveling eyes locking onto my face.
"Salutations," she cheerfully responded, waving her hand.
"Um, who are you? And why did you say Friend-Ruby?"
"I called Friend-Ruby's name because I am her friend, Penny," she answered and it clicked in my hand.
"Oh, you're that Penny person she talked about the stra-" he stopped himself from calling her 'the strange one' and nervously laughed while hunching over a bit as she started observing again.
"Do you know where Friend-Ruby is?"
"Um, no," I answered as I straightened my back to stand up and started to stammer, "Ruby kinda, well sorta... Um, she... She ran away."
"Friend-Ruby is, is gone?" she asked, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Uh, no not gone, just somewhere else, but she's probably fine!" I quickly say, attempting to stop her from crying. I seriously did not want to add comforting crying females to my list of girl problems right now.
"Are you looking for her?" she asked as she wiped the small tears in her eyes and cocked her head to the side.
"Well, yes, but I can't find her," I answered and she smiled.
"Maybe I can help," she suggested as if a light bulb popped up above her and lit up like the sun.
"Yeah, that'd be great!" I shouted in joy. "I'm busy this week preparing for the Vytal Festival Tournament. Can you search for her while I train with my team?"
"Maybe, if my leader lets me. We are also in the tournament," she explained and my eyes bulged out of my head.
"You are?" I nervously asked while sweat formed on my forehead. I could hear Ruby's voice in my head, talking about how Penny took out three Bullheads and a small force of White Fang thugs.
"She was like, shing shing and then the guys flew back. Then she turned the swords into a circle and shot a green laser like, PEW!" he heard mentally and his eyes just keep widening at every word punctuated by the 15-year-old's voice.
"Are you okay friend of Friend-Ruby?" she asked and I nodded before shaking my head to try and get rid of Ruby's voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Totally fine, completely and utterly fine," I answered, trying to play it off and be cool while doing, but I knew I failed. "So um, my name's Jaune."
"John?"
"No, Jaune," I corrected, saying it slower for her to understand.
"Oh, well hello Friend-Jaune. I shall search for Friend-Ruby!" she stated victoriously. "After I have gained permission from my leader!"
"Um, you go do that," I said as I took the red tissue out of my nose to check if I was still bleeding.
I looked down at it and wiped some of the remaining blood before looking up to find the ginger girl gone. No trace of her was left and I just looked left and right, behind me, but found absolutely nothing.
"Hope she can find her," I murmured and started to walk down the street again, shouting my crush's or not my crush's name out loud.
Benedict POV
I slowly turned the knob on the door and peered into the room. I smiled sadly as I stared at the sleeping form of Ruby Rose, the candle light that glowed through the crack partially illuminating the room. She had her hand set under her head as she slept on the crimson bed, a smile on her face as she dreamt.
"9 years," I murmured as I closed the door and walked down the hall, throwing my for show cane into the air and catching it in mid-air. "9 years of solitude and you walk in on my life."
My thoughts circulated around the crimsonette, thinking about what the future held in store for her.
"If you truly are her child, then destiny has brought you to me for a reason."
He opened the door to his room and locked it after he had closed it behind him. Snapping his finger, the lamp turned on and illuminated the room in a warm golden color as he made his way to his bed. Setting aside the cane and taking off his coat he prepared for the night.
Before he slipped under the sheets of his bed he grabbed a picture, holding it up to his face. His eyes attempted to make sense of the picture since his contacts had been taken out so they would not infect his eyes over night. He stared at the picture, looking over the picture of his younger self and the woman that would be the wife that left him.
He let out a sigh, not a sad sigh, but a weary sigh. He wondered if he had lived to long, if he should have died already or retired for good. He wondered if he should have agreed to teach the girl. He set the picture down and finally slipped under the sheets, falling into the embrace of slumber.
Finished
I hope you liked this chapter
Sorry for the long wait, but I have no schedule for writing so I may update sooner or later
So I wanted to highlight that Jaune has no experience with girls, much like me
The chapter earlier he knew nothing about love so he thought he was in love with Ruby, but now he doesn't know because he's staring at other girls and their ack hm, assets
I mean, come on he's got hot girls all around him
So, anyways you also get a view into Benedict's mind over what he thinks about Ruby a bit and his life so far
Anyways, serious training starts next time when Ruby gets Crescent Rose back
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