Chapter 1: A simple glance

When she had first thought of submitting her request to be admitted to Beacon Academy, Weiss Schnee had expected to win big time. It had seemed the best choice among the three possible paths she could have taken, three different futures that had weighted on her mind for several weeks before making the decision.

Atlas Academy was a renowned Huntsmen school, created from the ashes of Alsius Academy with a militaristic outlook of the job and directly integrated to the Altesian Military itself. It was a good place for someone with the 'Schnee' family as she had some leverage over the school itself and was relatively close to home if she needed to enjoy the holidays.

It was good… except that it was far too good for her tastes.

Sure, Weiss would enjoy relative peace during her studies, maybe even expand those to a level grandly superior to what many other peers would ever be able to obtain with mere hardwork.

But her father was still there. Plans of further increasing her chances of 'running' away from him were less than slim, especially because Winter had done the same exact thing to avoid the burden of being the 'heir' to someone like Jacques Schnee.

The man wasn't outright abusive, but he would be harsh enough to make life insufferable for those that decided to not roll his way. Her scar was proof of it, the fight against the old Altesian Knight Unit should have deterred her from the 'idiotic' notion of pursuing such an activity so 'uncouth' and 'barbaric'.

And yet she had prevailed against this obstacle. The first obstacle of a long line of dangerous issues she would have to face in her life for the sake of find her own fate.

For her own freedom.

So with Atlas Academy a big no-no in her mind, Weiss' attention was directed to Mistral's own Haven Academy.

Leo Lionheart would have caved in to any request bearing the 'Schnee' signature, that was something Weiss had learned a long time ago when she had been taken to see 'how business with Academies were made'.

She had subtly appeared bored by the overall scenery of Mistral, something so much different and contrasting to Altesian style that even someone that disliked the 'northern' culture like her was gagging inwardly.

It wasn't that she outright despised the place, nor that she found the curriculum insufficient. Weiss despised extreme temperatures and it wasn't just for the high ones.

There was the common misconception that an Altesian like her should be able to bear with the cold weather as it was her home but…

The girl had barely left the Schnee Mansion, the sole situations being important events with Atlas' elite or to study her father's way in 'business'.

She rarely had to deal with sickness, common colds being what she knew best during her childhood, and that was why one of her first concern before going for Vale was getting enough medicines to deal with any circumstance.

Anyway, returning back to her analysis about Haven… it was also a big no-no.

Sure, Lionheart would easily accept her request, maybe also forward some tutors to improve his good image even more, but then again she would have to deal with her father's utter opposition.

As much as Weiss had long desired to undermine the man's power over her, she knew what 'subtlety' meant and going to a school that had a 40-50% ratio of Faunus students was begging for some heavy punishment. And that is ignoring the real danger that was a White Fang's infiltration in the school just to get something to use against the leader of the SDC.

With Haven's plan sank faster than a Vacuan ship during the Great War, the girl was left with just one option.

Beacon Academy was in good terms with the SDC, buying regularly resources to sustain the state of their school. It had a good curriculum, the proof of that being the fact that the best Huntsmen in Remnant had studied there, and it was a place where she could actually exert just enough influence to get some acceptable education there.

A letter was sent and another came few days later, this one bearing Beacon's insigna.

She was accepted to the school, something that was both good but also expected, and she had been provided with the instructions regarding the books to buy, details regarding the equipment that could be brought there and a small booklet with the Academy's rules.

The small text was quick to read but it left her with a state of nervousness. Some particular bits could easily hinder her attempts to get 'her way' done for the sake of comfort, but she shrugged those worries off.

The moment she stepped inside the airship, followed with the luggage she had brought for the long-term study, Weiss felt something curious coming from her chest.

It was intense but also moderate.

As the doors of the ship closed behind her, she let out a smile. For some reason, the mere idea that she was no more 'imprisoned' in her own house was… thrilling.

The excitement was well-hidden as the Schnee had to appear composed in any situation.

...But her entire facade collapsed the moment she spotted a very interesting individual on board that very machine.

Pyrrha Nikos. Weiss had met the famous champion at least ten times before this one, mostly because of Galas made by her parents to further promote the girl in the world of tournaments.

Having a stunning record of three major victories in the last regional tournaments in Mistral, the girl was the most known athlete in the world.

While she would hardly say that they had been good friend, the Schnee was quite certain that they were in amiable terms.

It was surprising to see her not only having ditched the life of a tournament's champion, but also because she had picked Beacon too as people had long speculated that she would have gone for Haven.

Her reasoning about this unexpected twist was incredibly short, her polite and kind mask keeping her from expressing much of what the Mistralian girl truly thought of the matter.

It was actually easy to pick the main reason from her faux explanation, but Weiss hardly felt the need to press on it.

The red-head wanted a break from the constant watch the world was having over her. An infuriating life for someone that hardly experienced freedom.

The Altesian girl could relate to her plight and so she silently agreed to not press further on the matter, changing topic immediately.

Their chat was curt, limited to merely exchanging developments about their respective lives, what they expected from their new lives and some minor betting about what the initiation test was going to be.

Just as they started to discuss about teams the airship completed its landing and the doors for her new 'home' were now open for her to pass through.

While not as sophisticated as Atlas Academy, Beacon had a particular style that was oddly warm to the look. A difficult depiction to make, especially since this was her first time in Vale, but it was a… positive grade in her mind.

With one last sigh, Weiss Schnee stepped forward to face a new part of her life.

One that would see her become something greater than she was now!

Ka-Boom!

...Or not.

Willow Schnee, the rightful heir to Nicholas Schnee's fortune, was an individual that Weiss held in an high pedestal while also having some mixed feelings about her more recent actions. She had been a strong woman, that had long proven to be the role model of the rebellious paths both Winter and her younger sister had taken for the sake of a better future.

When Jacques Gelé married her in an arranged marriage, things went downhill in a moderate pace. Some of her shares of the SDC were silently 'borrowed' by her husband, then it came with her fencing lessons that she had started to take after finishing her studies in a Huntsmen Academy (Which surprisingly enough, Weiss discovered it wasn't Atlas Academy) and soon things spiraled down even faster.

A crescendo that saw her entire social life, her entertainment, dented day-by-day and then… it was over. She was stuck with nothing but being the 'trophy wife' of the persuasive man, to be shown and paraded only during important events and festivals while also being conveniently ignored and forgotten the rest of the time.

An attempt had been made years ago, Weiss could remember that she happened to have been close to her father's office as her mother tried to build a strong case to repel the latest limitations Jacques had pushed onto her.

The sound of a slap, followed by her mother falling on the floor because of the sudden act, was something that still echoed loudly in the Altesian girl's mind. It was a taunting reminder that, while her family was indeed dysfunctional for so many reasons, it was also true that the main reason was one and only one. A catalyst for the painful differences between her and another normal girl.

But beyond this tragic downfall, her mother had been quite supportive when she had started to take fencing class. It wasn't something clear and simple to spot, but thinking back at some of Willow's incoherent, drunk mumbling, Weiss could see some wisdom given here and there.

There was a single advice that jumped to her attention right by the time she was provided with it.

A simple glances, while not absolute, can tell so much of a person.

This simple sentence shouldn't be that much important for someone stuck away from socializing and she found it quite useless during her fencing class, but now the Schnee could see the reason behind it as she dealt with some headaches happening in that very day.

But let us start with the first issue.

Ruby Rose, 15, childish and very unprepared to face Beacon Academy.

While the heiress knew that she could have solved that very predicament that saw a good part of her Dust destroyed with the sneeze-induced explosion, part of her refused to acknowledge her rightfully guilty part in that escalation.

If she had been a little less 'nervous' about her first day at the Academy and had given weight to the very unique situation regarding the younger girl, she could have replied with a less brash tone and maybe kept a cool head while dealing with that dolt.

While seemingly fiery in her replies, the caped girl was all bark and no bite about her most of her claims of being sufficiently ready for this 'journey', the insecurity present in that face denying her to attain some credibility and making her a pathetic fool in Weiss' eyes.

To add insult to the injury, the Schnee was distracted by a specific bow-wearing dunderhead.

Blake Belladonna was as mysterious as snarky in her regards. While the usually silent girl had tried to sound impartial in her fact-checking, she had severely underestimated the Altesian girl's experience with liars.

Bitterness was quite easy to uncover, but the reason behind it? Sadly a mere look cannot provide unlimited answers and she had to live with what she got until now.

The cherry on top of the cake representing the disastrous day at Beacon was Yang Xiao Long.

Crass, cheeky and infuriatingly persistent, the blonde was the reason that the predicament escalated to an even more complicated situation. One that she had tried to make amend in the way she saw most fitting.

Ruby was an unknown individual in the ever-moving world Weiss Schnee was forced to deal with, but the heiress of the SDC had it all solved in the form of making a quick apology and some swift heads-up to kick the girl in the proper direction in truly catching up with the initial stage of the school.

That was how she had thought of it… but the annoying brawler hadn't.

It didn't help that the girl started to tease her younger sister into 'befriending the prude' and 'maybe doing some more', leading to some distasteful images the flirty tone of the blonde were alluding at.

Filthy was the best adjective that could describe the mind of Yang Xiao Long.

Disengaging from that very embarrassing had taken a toll in her time and soul, leading to a very tired Altesian girl to seek the comfort only a pillow could give as she went to search for some free space in that humongous room.

Picking up a spot (far, far away from the trouble trio) was actually easier than she had thought and Weiss ended up sitting close to a normal-looking Valean boy as he finished rummaging with his backpack.

Brown hair, slim cheeks and quite scrawny for someone her age, she felt like this individual hardly physically fit to be in Beacon of all places. While it was true there was no specific rule regarding a student's physical appearance, it was also right to be concerned about someone's inherent capacity to fend off against the Grimm.

Still she decided against probe information from the curious individual, deciding to settle down and put herself in a comfortable position. Eyes closed and head quietly settling in her soft pillow, Weiss felt her consciousness slip as she fell asleep.

It was morning, the lights coming from the tall windows of the room illuminating the place where she was currently sleeping.

A finger softly poked at her shoulder, shyly trying to get her to open her eyes and… she did. Blue eyes slowly opened to see the hand connected to the very young man that she had first seen before falling asleep.

Slightly crouched to reach her, he was giving her a sleepy look. "Good morning."

She bit down a yawn and nodded. "Good morning."

"Professor Goodwitch announced that breakfast is going to start in an hour and… we have little time to get everything ready."

The Schnee nodded and slowly got up as she went towards the female section of the bathroom. Before she was out of ear-sight, she muttered a quiet 'thank you' to the young man and she had expected to not be replied to as she silently stepped inside the bathroom.

"You are welcome."

A surprised blink painted her whole expression as she heard a response.

Now that was a nice response to start the day.

She nodded to herself as she blinked inside the pristine white room and was greeted by the sight of every girls there for the test going through their own morning rituals. There were at least ten or more, but her eyes narrowed just twice as she looked around.

The first time being when she saw a familiar mane of gold chuckling at the younger, sleep-dead girl trying to move through her own pattern of getting refreshed. The latter bit being when she spotted the bow-wearing dolt finishing putting on her battle gear.

Just as Weiss was ready to go and find a small place where to start her own pattern, she was greeted by a waving Pyrrha Nikos."

"Weiss." The heiress cracked a small, polite smile.

"Pyrrha, I see that you have already finished." The redhead nodded at the comment, her battle-armor was something the Schnee had long found endearing to stare at but not enough to actually make it seems like she was ogling at it.

"My former stall is still unoccupied, you could use it." Now that was a kind act that she could accept, Weiss mused as she nodded at the offer. One that she had to take because she needed to be quick in her refreshing as the initiation was about to happen and… they still had to recover their equipment.

Through she would usually spend more time completing this routine back home because of the needs of her pure, white hair, the heiress was also quite acknowledged in not warranting any ill judgment from the teachers by wasting too much time in that bathroom.

As the two girls left the place to seek the armory which contained their weapons, they started to resume their discussion about teams.

Beacon's way to create the classic four-men squads was different from Atlas and Haven, an unknown method that was jokingly kept a secret from the Academy's students to add more 'surprise' to the whole discovery.

Weiss wanted to be Pyrrha's partner. The decision was motivated by so many advantages that would come with that scenario, like being able to properly learn from the Nikos' experience in fighting while also improving her current fighting style.

Soon after the heiress had recovered Myrtenaster and the Amazon had recovered her Lance and Shield from their respective lockers, the two girls were interrupted by a blond boy… and the brunet that had woken her up early that morning.

Light-blue eyes blinked as she stared at the two different individuals.

While the leading figure, the blond, was smiling over-confidently while introducing himself as 'Jaune Arc', the other teen was silent. It wasn't a comfortable silence, but one born out of embarrassment at his friend's sudden presentation and at the reaction it was giving to both girls.

"-And who might you be?"

Weiss blinked, her scowl hardly hidden at being called out from her silent study. To think that he would still barge in her moment of quiet, as she was trying to decipher the puzzle in front of her.

"I would prefer to not talk with you, especially since I had given quite enough signs that I don't wish to be disturbed."

The Altesian girl was half-right in her refusal, being truly not interested in commencing some silly chit-chat with someone this annoying and pushy. But it was also true that her silence hardly told someone that she was truly unapproachable as she was trying to make it sound.

Yet the entire situation, a very chill one, was suddenly flipped by the interjection that not even the Schnee would have expected.

"If you want you could talk with me?"

The three stared at the partially blushing Pyrrha Nikos, the blond being the one that recovered first. "S-Sure, I mean if I am not being too much brash-" "N-No, sorry. I mean- you don't seem that much brash and-"

As the two started to chat quietly about foolish topics like the redhead being the mascot of the 'Pumpkin Pete' cereals, Weiss decided to return back to the interesting 'object' of her curiosity… which had by now noticed her stare. Her cheeks heated up a little at the situation, but she was hardly deterred from continuing with her studious glance.

Now she just needed to vocally address and smooth out this… predicament. Errors are meant to happen to everyone, but that didn't mean that those couldn't be fixed afterward with some tact and persuasion.

Plus there was so much that she needed to discern from the young man, something pressing on her mind that he was something worth of keeping an eye on.

He looked particularly strange with his fidgeting, nervousness easy to attribute to his current reaction to the overall situation. So she decided to merely introduce herself, hoping to glimpse something from the name she would be given back.

"I am Weiss Schnee. May I know whom I am speaking to?"

The boy twitched in surprise, eyes wide open, but he still managed to reply. "S-Shaun Reyter. I-I'm sorry if Jaune-"

"Not important." The girl cut him down curtly as she asserted dominance over the discussion. "Your name is quite… unique. May I inquire about your… home?"

He blinked, frowning as he tried to get a coherent answer out of his lips. "I-I am from..." Shaun paused, looking away as his sight darted left and right. "M-Mantle."

So from Atlas too? While Mantle was poorer than Atlas, the large city that had once hosted the government of the Kingdom in the north was hardly someplace to scoff at. Not as advanced technologically, its edge was presented by the still massive population living in the large urban center.

And it was also true that there had been some rumors about people breaking away from the traditional color scheme to name the new generations.

The Great War might be a scar still fresh for many, but the direct attempts to smooth the process of peace had all but faded overtime. The world was changing and so were the generations ruling it. Weiss could remember her father muttering foul words alone in his office as he discovered that one of the newest councilman was extravagantly displeased by the SDC and more inclined to support the struggling companies that tried and failed to keep up with the powerful company.

"So, Shaun, what preparation school did you take before Beacon?" Now that was an interesting question to ask.

There were so little pre-Academies spread in Remnant for someone to lie about and this was the time to properly get a hint on this incredibly difficult question-made-man.

"A-Actually I didn't do a preparation school." The boy admitted shyly. "I-I was taught by an old huntsman that wanted to mentor someone and… I just happened to be there."

The heiress blinked, face betraying no emotion as she felt pure surprise control her mind. It was rare to meet someone trained by a former Hunter and generally speaking, those were students with their own issues.

The biggest of them all was the need to get in touch with the books regarding the job as they had to recover at least five years of curriculum of the Pre-Academy while also keeping a good pace with the Academy's own share of homework.

A difficult situation that was eased by the experience they had gained prior to the acceptance to an Academy. While written tests were a good way to keep a good relationship with teachers, it was an absolute fact that work on the field was deemed the most important part of the five years.

Experience meant an advantage in quickly catching up with the true part of the job and that… that was useful for her.

While Pyrrha was the best candidate as a partner, her mind started to formulate a team with Shaun as part of it. The chemistry could be worked on and… she would get a proper sight of his usefulness once the initiation began.

"By the way, what kind of weapon do you use?"

Ruby Rose was feeling a strange kind of distress.

Caressing the case containing Crescent Rose as a mean of getting some comfort, she continued to stare worried at the white-haired girl that she had met the previous day. She looked like a princess and that was one of the reasons why… she wanted to befriend the pretty girl.

O-Of course that doesn't mean that this was the main reason, s-she wasn't the little girl stuck with fairy tales and all. She sighed as she tried to find Yang in the large crowd of students trying to get all their amazing weapons.

The last time she had spotted the blonde was when she went to search for the bow-wearing, black-haired girl. She had tried to befriend her too, but for some reasons she felt weirded out by something about her.

She felt… that it was like trying to deal with someone completely dejected by the need of making friends with any of the students there, something that only Yang would find a hint of giving a strong pursuit. So she did and now they were last seen chatting quietly about unknown topics.

The Rose was alone in the sea of strangers, trying to find something to grab into. The girl, Weiss, she knew about her but… she frowned at the boy. Who was he? Why her frie- acquaintance was smiling as they continued to chat together.

She started to stroke the case of Crescent Rose even more, just like a furious girl would do with a cat. Differently from the High-velocity sniper/scythe in her hands, the animal would have taken offense at that unnecessary pace and retaliated quite horribly.

It was when the young man took out his gun that something snapped inside Ruby. It wasn't surprise, nor awe as she looked coldly at the common Mistral M-32. A simple weapon that was easily available even to first-years back in Signal Academy and… this boy was going to use that?

It had no particular customized bit she could spot from her distant position, but she was fairly sure the object lacked any personal modification whatsoever. Her grip around the case tightened as she pressed it on her chest.

Unknowingly, Ruby continued to glare at the young man as he continued to chat with Weiss. She was unsure what might have made the white-haired girl interested on someone like him, but with the initiation soon to begin and with her baby finally going to make a strong appearance…

She will leave an impression!

The cliff that gave to the Emerald Forest was… a strange place to hang around.

Maybe it was the fact that I had hardly imagined to be actually accepted in Beacon, having gone through hell and back to get some recommendation from some old huntsman in Vale to avoid any unnecessary questions about my whole preparation.

While Jaune was stuck in that situation, I was quite sure Ozpin wouldn't have let this slip twice. But while my knowledge of the show was limited up to the end of Volume 2, my capacity to use guns was… mediocre at best.

I had trained once or twice a month with dad back home, the old timer having served in the military and having kept some useful skills to show and teach. I had learned much about survival and being able to prepare camps in a forest-like scenery, but I have never shot something 'alive'.

The Grimm might be monsters that lurked around with the sole intention of destroying humanity, but those still moved quickly around and I am a very trigger-happy individual when nervous. Hopefully the Aura I had managed to get unlocked would be more than enough to avoid deadly blows.

The entirety of the students reached the launching pads as the Headmaster gave the last words before starting the test. Just like in Canon, Jaune tried to inquire about the definition of 'landing strategy' but was ignored and launched in the air without much of a sigh from Professor Goodwitch.

I prepared myself mentally as I felt the launch pad under me heating up and-

We are flyin'!

The wind was cool while it rushed at my face but still bearable enough as I continued to glide through the air, trying to get some idea in properly landing myself in the forest. I could try to pull a 'Ren' and use my gun as a medium to descend one of the trees, or maybe use the weapon as a surfboard like Pyrrha did in Canon.

My musing had a brief life as I found myself starting to descend into the branches of the trees below. Gritting my teeth, I tried to enter the forest by using the branches as some cushions, trying to use my feet to catch some footing.

The first branch cracked instantly, the second one actually bend unnaturally before snapping too. The third one was thicker and it merely creaked as it absorbed a good part of the impact as I converted the remaining energy in a quick jump forward. I reached the ground, rolling rapidly right-

SLAM

-into the trunk of another tree.

With a groan I started to get up, checking for any damaged equipment on my side. None was touched by the landing and I was glad that I didn't have to suffer any more disadvantage than my current ones.

M16 in my hands, I started to venture deep in the foliage while keeping my mind clear from any foul thoughts that might attract monsters at me. Just as I turned a corner, further directed deeper in the forest, I heard some sapling snapping near where I was.

My body tensed as I felt sudden movements from my left flank. I jumped forward, dodging a large paw slamming on the ground and- Shit!

A large ursine form, dark fur and bone-like spikes heavily armoring its face, spine and arms. It was really large, larger than a normal Beowolf as it stalked me closely.

The giant monster roared a challenge as it prepared to pounce once more and I felt my nervousness increase. I could have dispatched an Ursa Minor rather quickly, but an Ursa Major was another issue altogether.

The Grimm rushed towards me, its underbelly well close to the ground, making it difficult for me to get a clear shot on it. Muttering some swearing, I jumped on the right, letting the beast crash on the large tree behind where I once was.

A pained whine left its maw as it slowly recoiled at the sudden mistake, my rifle already shooting as six rounds managed to pierce the partially exposed weak-spot. After a while, it readjusted its position to face me once again, this time the pain adding more priority in killing me.

He rushed again, this time its pace faster than last time but… it jumped up to gain more speed. I blinked in surprise and barely moved to slide underneath its large frame as it passed near. The M16 was staring up as it cracked five more times, the monster groaning at the wounds as it waited a moment to recover.

A moment that I wasn't going to allow to happen as my legs moved right as I slowed down in the slide, rushing at it and unloading the full capacity left on the weak-point.

It stopped moving as soon as the empty magazine dropped on the floor, my labored breathing turning to be the only sound I could hear in around me. Its form turned dark as it disappeared in particles, leaving nothing on its death's wake.

My legs trembled as I dropped on my knees, the bravado induced by the adrenaline gone by the time my body was left cold and tired. I sighed as I tried to use the closest tree to slowly get up and… I felt footsteps.

Just as I was turning around to see who it was, I felt the air in my lungs forcibly ejected as a particularly big, red bullet slammed onto my chest and forced me to slam on the very tree I had used to stand up. I felt something wet touch my face as I found my mind shutting down.

Blackness took me out just as I saw someone wearing white approaching the area.

Ruby was starting to regret her quick-minded decisions as she stared down at the now unconscious teen below her while Weiss reached for them.

She had been carefully following the girl from a good distance, trying to avoid getting the unwanted attention of Grimm around her as she continued to silently stalk the girl through the forest.

Using the trees' branches had made things just a little more easier, just enough for her to not need to deal with the pesky Beowolves trying to annoy her while she had things to do. Very important things.

The Rose stared quietly as a smile appeared in her face the moment she saw the heiress deal quickly with some Boarbatusks rushing her. The sublime precision in piercing their weak-spots with her rapier was enough to make Ruby accept even more the fact she had to seriously partner up with the princess-like girl.

Sadly she was also hesitant in approaching the girl… because how she was supposed to greet her?

Confidently? No, she would get shot down like it had happened to Jaune.

Shyly? It would reinforce the heiress' idea that she was too much insecure to become a Huntress.

Showing off her gun? It would only make the girl angry at her for showing off.

The girl thought back about Yang's warnings about never following someone she liked in such way but... It was such a difficult thing to not do! The heiress looked so pretty and Ruby hardly wanted to be seen as a moron in her attempt to show she was a reliable partner and a caring lo-friend!

Socializing was a difficult beast, one far different than the Grimm Ruby was slowly discovering as she cut down a sneaky Beowolf trying to climb up her perching.

Silly monster, you can't touch the amazing Ruby Rose. Her lips twitched at the mere thought and… what a sad way to entertain herself, giggling at her own jokes.

That does sounds a little bit pathetic- Wait!

The girl tensed as she spotted far away in the direction the Schnee was following a familiar individual. Eyes narrowing right at the silly boy that was trying to steal her partner with his mysterious charms.

She crouched a little, feeling energy flowing in her legs as she visualized her target. Using Crescent Rose might be overkill and thus Ruby had to use the only thing left to use right in that moment.

The branch she was previously standing on snapped as she rushed with her semblance right at the unsuspecting young man and- She made a mistake.

Or better, she aimed too much well.

Being a prodigy with snipers, the Rose was quite good in planning a trajectory for a bullet and, when she had formulated the right angle to pursue to perfectly slam into the poor boy, she had aimed for the head…

With her head.

While she had twisted her body mid-air to not literally slam her head into his, the worst thing ever happened. She indeed impacted on him, but her exposed lips were quick to press into his unaware mouth.

It was something instantaneous and momentary, but she felt it. It was a thunderous sensation that lasted hardly a single frame of her life but… she stood above his collapsed body, fingers pressing on her lips as she tried and failed to understand what had just happened.

She was interested in Weiss! So why- why-…..

"Is everything alright?" Ruby tensed up as she slowly turned to stare at the concerned expression in the Altesian girl's face, which suddenly morphed in a panicked one as she rushed towards her- no, towards him.

She crouched to cheek on him as she turned to the caped girl. "What happened here and why are you not helping him?"

There was some stern note here and there, but Ruby decided to ignore it for the sake of avoiding more embarrassing situations. She had already stalked the heiress like a creep and she literally lost her first kiss just like that… today wasn't just her day, wasn't it?

AN

Spinning this chair, I try to please~.

Hello and yes, this is an incredibly long chapter. Why? Well, I decided to try and get something as lengthy and detailed as Coeur Al'Aran does and… I don't know. I think I got most of the errors fixed but… I might be wrong.

Also yes, this is the same protagonist of Diary of a Straight Dude as… this is a serious What-If. What happen when the author change something in the plot? * Bam * An equilateral love triangle.

Quick facts before going out: Ruby is not a yandere, merely a super-jealous cinnamon roll; Yang and Blake… yeah; Updates? Well... I don't know. If people don't like this I will just let it die.