Day 1 Prompt: Halloween/Holidays
Ruby kept her eyes squeezed shut, and she wiggled her toes excitedly. She was 16 today! Dad usually made her pumpkin-shaped waffles, which was an option at Beacon. But Ren promises pumpkin pancakes and Weiss's promise of pumpkin spiced lattes! JNPR and RWBY were gonna watch horror movies tonight! She knew no one would be awake yet, but she was much too eager to continue sleeping! Opening her eyes, she blinked.
And blinked again
On her pillow, mere inches from her face, was a pumpkin. She sat up and inspected it.
Correction
A jack-o'-lantern
Opening the lid, she was a little surprised that there was no candle. Instead munitions.
A pumpkin full of bullets.
It was a weird gift, but Ruby so appreciated it. First, however, she had to wonder...who could have afforded it. She looked at Weiss, who believed that what the school provided was sufficient. Pyrrha had felt bad because she didn't know what to give Ruby. Certainly, there was a bit of camaraderie between them, given their prodigy status. Pyrrha didn't know Ruby used plastic bullets.
The pumpkin giver knew.
It dawned on Ruby that it must be Uncle Qrow! He must have paid someone to sneak it in last night. Although that couldn't be right, he taught her that if a stranger was sneaking around her bed, she could stab them and ask questions later. Qrow wouldn't risk that.
She stared at the pumpkin hard, intimidating it to spill its secrets. Then, bringing it close to her face, it smelled lightly of vanilla and smoke. It was a pleasant smell and a familiar one. Her mouth parted as she recognized the carving. Grabbing her scroll and took a photo. Jumping off the bed, determined to take this to the police. Hand hovered at the door handle and she eyed the bullets again. It really was the perfect gift, though.
Xxx
A few weeks later, Ruby was sniping White Fang. When she saw him, her dreaded arch-nemesis, she knew this was the moment she had been waiting for. Ruby's deft fingers removed her bullets from the chamber and loaded one he gave her with a special Rose's modification. She shot him, and he glared. Then, he patted himself down and smirked.
The familiar and taunting drawl, "Little Red, those bullets are expensive."
She shot twice, and he could feel the bullets caress either side of his neck. Torchwick blushed at the violent intimacy, his favorite sort of touch.
After running, he saw a bullet in his pocket, no holes in his pants, and his brain broke trying to understand how she did that. Cracking open the plastic, there was an address with a date and time.
Swallowing, "hey Neo, I think I have a date with a gun sexual."
His mute enforcer double fist pumped.