Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or its characters. And thank goodness for that.

A/N: Welcome new and old readers. This is a tale about what if Ruby through differing circumstances has no fucks to give. Enjoy!

Vale

The moon of remnant hung high over an all too familiar scene, as one mastermind criminal Roman Torchwick walked with swagger accompanied by the thugs on loan from Junior. His favorite brand of cigar was lit, the light illuminating his smug features, as the one green eye not covered by the orange fringe of his hair glanced at people, they knew better than to be in his vicinity. So they ran away, and Torchwick smirked, grateful he didn't have to get his pristine white coat dirty. Though it was unlikely to happen given how he had brought help in the form of some goons that were almost as impeccably dressed as he was in all black suits, with red ties, red shades, and black fedoras. Rather Generic in my opinion Roman scoffed at the lack of style.

Everyone knew that Roman owned these streets, but lately he had upped his game. And had gone about stealing dust of all things, instead of the usual method of collecting money and favors. And tonight he entered one of the oldest shops; From Dust Till Dawn.

"Do you know how hard it is to find a dust shop open this late?" He asked as his compatriots set to work securing the store, one flipping the open sign around to closed.

"Please I don't have much Lien-" Whatever reply Roman would have given to the old man was cut off as the door to the shop was kicked in, sending it flying along with the thug attached. Roman with his huntsman-like reflexes managed to step out of the way, while the old man ducked in the nick of time, though sadly he still lost his hair in the process as the poor thug and door went crashing into the back of the store.

"Do you have any fucking idea how long it took me to find a shop open this brothersdamned late? First I had to put up with my sister's bullshit. Then I come here, hoping to buy some dust." The voice sounded rough and had a temper that caught Roman off guard.

He half expected the voice to belong to a full-grown huntress. But instead what walked through the doorless, door frame was a small young girl. She wore what looked like a black jacket with a crimson fur hood, underneath the jacket was a simple black and red corset. It seemed very consistent that she had red and black-themed clothing everywhere. With the skirt and jacket, Roman inwardly thought it was some punk girl.

He also noted her silver eyes, though they had bags under them that were oddly pronounced like someone that hadn't slept in days.

The girl took out a cigarette and lit it up. The shopkeeper shivered as he looked up from behind his desk.

"No smoking-" He quickly quieted down at the glare the girl threw his way, and then wisely hid back behind his desk.

"So imagine my irritation when I find some shitheads coming in, and hogging the store all to themselves." The girl finished, exhaling out some obnoxious smoke.

Roman chuckled to himself, getting over the shock. "You have me at a loss, Miss. For starters, we aren't 'hogging'. We are merely conducting a humble transaction." He said, tipping his hat while motioning for his goons to stop gawking. Junior's men took out their weapons in an intimidating fashion.

The unnamed girl tilted her head, and then she slowly began to grin in the most unnerving way. "Hmm, almost sounds like robbery to me." She said with an all too pleased tone. "Oy, Old shit, are these guys robbing you?" She called out in a nonchalant tone.

"Yes." The old man quickly ducked down out of sight again after that statement.

"Ah Music to my ears. Well Shitheads, congratulations you've won a prize. The prize is a one-way trip of my boot up your asses." She punctuated the last statement by cocking her rifle.

"Charming. Get her!" Roman barked and the men charged the girl. Said girl rolled her shoulders. Four cunts, one trussed up dumbass, and a shit out of luck civilian. The gal smirked in satisfaction, this was going to be piece of cake. First up, batting time! She dodged a sword swing, stepping back, and slammed her weapon into one of the poor soul's nuts. Everyone let out a collective oof, especially the victim whose aura shattered.

"Tch, fucking beta male." The girl snarled in annoyance. She moved fast, zipping to the next guy, sending him flying with a single punch to the gut, the poor shopkeep could only whimper as he got stuck in the ceiling. His aura shattered as well. "You're no fucking hunstman. This is gonna drag." She sighed, looking at the last two standing goons, who were shocked by her sheer speed and strength. The mystery girl had moved so fast, that they didn't have time to react. She then pointed her gun at them, flicking a few triggers and dials. Shaking their heads, the goons rushed at her, but the rifle morphed, and when she pulled the firing trigger, it shot out a series of shotgun shells. Big ones that broke their aura in one hit, and sent them flying unconscious.

Roman chuckled moving fast, as he slapped away the shells with his cane. "Well then, milady. Let's dance!" He pointed his cane at her. Despite the bravado, Roman couldn't help but wonder what the deal with this girl was. She was some random chick, no she was dangerous.

"Fuck dancing!" She shouted, and was on him all of a sudden, turning into petals of roses, and appeared behind Roman. He was speechless, it happened so fast and suddenly, then he got a boot to his back, and thankfully his aura held. But even then he could feel his bones creaking, as he got sent flying out of where the door used to be. He groaned and stumbled. Okay… she has a semblance as well, this kid ain't playing around. Roman thought to himself. He had to come up with something clever.

And while he was catching his breath, the girl walked out picking up a discarded red blade, one of which belonged to Junior's thugs. The girl looked at and shrugged, clicking a button making the blade retract and shrink to a comfortable scroll size, and she put it on her belt. Dresses like a dandy bitch, but he's got a little skill. At least now I know he wasn't choking on his own dick in self-congratulations. She smirked at him, as she adjusted her weapon, turning into an intimidating-looking scythe that was bigger than herself.

Roman knew he couldn't let himself get hit by that thing. So deciding that discretion was the better part of valor. I will be a little ballsy and use my semblance, DEEP POCKETS. Space warped around his right hand, as an orange glow released a cluster of grenades towards the girl in red and the store.

"FUCK!" The girl shouted as got into a stance, focusing her senses until time seemed to slow down. Adrenaline pumping through her veins. If she let even one grenade past her, the civilian and the knocked-out goons inside would be dead. There are ten grenades, should be a cinch, just have to take some damage. Aura should hold. She quickly shifted her weapon into its rifle form and then used it's automatic fire mode, shooting down every grenade. The glass in the old man's shop was pretty much gone at this point, and the girl's aura took a massive hit from the resulting explosion. "Motherfucker…" She grimaced as she saw the ginger had gained ground, running up a ladder. "Fine...he wants to play it that way. HEY OLD MAN, GIMME SOME FUCKING GRAV DUST!" The man let out a scared yelp but tossed her a packet of grav dust, the purple glow showing it was what she asked for. "THANK YOU I WILL PAY YOU LATER!" She then took out that blade she picked up, and hummed as she began smearing it in grav dust, and took out some tools from her belts, as she filed it down, and crammed it in the chamber of her weapon.

She then raced after the dandy man. Using her semblance, running her aura just a little low, as she got to the rooftop. Shifting her weapon back into scythe mode, she charged at the man. Roman grimaced as he swung with all his strength with his Melodic Cudgel, but it was nothing against the mystery girl's strength or the weight of her weapon. He got pushed back, creating cracks in the rooftop. He desperately used his semblance, Deep Pockets, again, throwing a fire crystal, and then with fine precision aiming, he managed to shoot it midair, creating a large dust cloud.

By the time the cloud cleared, he was already running into an escape ship. He allowed himself to smirk despite how out of breath he felt. Damn kid, she caught me off guard, and my semblance uses so much aura up. Might as well depart with a show, however. "Well that was a fun little brawl Red, but until- AAAAAHHHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH WRONG YOU?!" He screamed as a shot rang out, and he found a sword embedded into his shoulder, the girl had shot the blade out, looking pissed.

Roman made his way to the mysterious pilot. "Deal with this fucking bitch!" He groaned as he brushed past the woman, sitting down in the pilot seat, not daring to take the sword out just yet.

The woman could hardly be seen in the shadows, save for a pair of glass heels and glowing yellow eyes. Red quickly switched firing modes, and shot at the woman, sending a burst fire of rapid bullets at the woman. The woman effortlessly held up her glowing hand, the bullets melted, and floated in the air oddly enough until they formed a massive molten ball. Then the woman sent it flying at Red!

There was a massive explosion, but when the smoke cleared, there was a floating sigil in the air, as a stern-looking blond huntress glared up at the woman with yellow eyes, then the debris on the rooftop turned purple, and formed a giant spear made of the stuff. When hurled at the ship, the woman was too busy concentrating on the real huntress, as she turned the spear into a scattered cloud of ashes. Grimacing as lightning struck the ship, she almost didn't notice the red girl launching herself at the front of the ship, aiming for Roman.

Her scythe punctured through the glass, just narrowly missing Roman as it cut through his hat. Roman grimaced at that but smirked as a stream of fire arced around the ship headed for the girl, but his joy was short-lived as the girl glowed purple, clearly the semblance of the blonde huntress, as the girl let out some expletive language being dragged back, and with a final fiery flashy explosion, Roman and the woman with yellow eyes made their daring escape.

"I fucking had him. I would've dodged that, you fucking cunt." The girl called red spat out at the huntress, who stared down at the young girl with a dark look in her eyes.

The girl didn't seem fazed in the slightest as she took out her cigarette and exhaled a long smoke-filled stream of smoke in the woman's direction. "What took you so fucking long anyway? Too busy at the local gimp club? How much do they pay you to let them call you Mommy? Or do you prefer Mistress? And is that before or after you shove that crop up their ass?" The girl chuckled, and then put the cigarette back in her mouth taking another long drag.

Sometime Later

The girl looked at the room she was in, the light overhead swinging back and forth. "You know if this is the part where we do some kinky shit. I am on top, no fucking arguments." The girl started, and the blonde woman finally seemed to snap as she hit the table hard with her riding crop.

"THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU'RE HERE FOR!" The woman screamed out. "YOU'VE CAUSED PROPERTY DAMAGE, USED EXCESSIVE FORCE, AND RECKLESSLY ENDANGERED YOURSELF. YOU'RE NOT READY TO BE A HUNTRESS." The woman's right eye twitched before she recomposed herself, adjusting her glasses.

"And yet I graduated from Signal, imagine that." The girl smirked at the woman.

"I am well aware of your records Miss Rose. But frankly, your attitude leaves much to be desired." The woman crossed her arms in annoyance, and Miss Rose rolled her eyes as she took another drag of her cigarette only to blink as the blonde smacked the cigarette out of her mouth with the riding crop.

"Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to find a good brand of cigarettes on Patch? The most middle of nowhere island shithole in Vale? Do you?!" Miss Rose said with barely contained anger, The blonde glared back.

Then before a fistfight could break out, coughing drew their attention away from each other. There, standing in front of the only door that led out of there. Was a single man, with white hair, green eyes, and dressed in a green and black suit. In one hand he held a still-warm mug of what could have been either coffee or hot chocolate, and in the other, he held a plate of cookies.

"Now Glynda, I do believe we can be civil correct?" The man said in a soothing tone, and Glynda blushed a little as she stepped back from the table.

"Yes of course, Ozpin." She stated, embarrassed that she had let Miss Rose get under her skin.

"And ah Ruby Rose, I have heard quite a lot about you. Though I must say despite your rough methods, your courage was commendable." The man slid the plate of cookies onto the table, Ruby raised an eyebrow, but then she picked up a cookie with a shrug and made a contented grunt biting into it.

"And you're Ozpin, the motherfucker in charge of this whole huntsman shit. So we gonna keep bullshiting? Or we gonna get to the point about why you dragged me to this sketchy as fuck room?" Ruby asked while stuffing her mouth with cookies.

"Well firstly, if you wouldn't mind. I would like to have a conversation with minimal swearing." Ozpin politely requested as he sat down in his chair.

Ruby paused her eating of the chocolate chip cookies. "Will there be more cookies?" She asked.

"Of course," Ozpin replied with a smile.

"Alright, you son of a bitch. I am in. No more swearing as long as the cookies keep coming." Glynda seemed like she was going to say something, but Ozpin put up a hand as if to calm her down, and she relented.

"I can work with that, Ruby. You don't mind if I call you Ruby do you?" He asked.

"Sure. Whatever. So why did you bring me in here?" She asked, and went back to munching on the cookies.

"Tell me, Ruby. Why did you want to become a huntress?" Ozpin asked her.

"Why the fu-," Ruby caught herself and then shook her head. "Why does anyone want to become a huntress? You fight monsters, become an effing hero. Me, I just want to kill the monsters, and beat the heck out of anyone that does wrong. Simple stuff and all that." Ruby said with a shrug.

"Really? Because I did look up more about you." Ozpin commented. "You're the daughter of two acclaimed huntsmen," Ozpin stated.

"Yeah. Born seventeen years ago. That lousy uncle shouldn't have brought the good stuff. Next thing you know, dear old dad knocks up two teammates. It likely would've been three if uncle was an aunt." Ruby said with a laugh. "Rest in peace, what a legend." She said with a brief chuckle that was only a tad somber.

"Quite," Ozpin said with a sympathetic smile, even as Glynda groaned in the background. "You've quite the history at Signal. Got into a lot of fights?" He asked.

"They shouldn't have started what they couldn't finish," Ruby said with a shrug.

"You don't think you were excessive?" Ozpin asked.

"If they want to talk shit about my baby Crescent Rose or Zwei. I won't hesitate to choke a bitch." Ruby said just as she ran out of the cookies. Ozpin gestured for Glynda to go get more cookies.

"Ah yes, Crescent Rose. Strange that you designed and mastered one of the deadliest weapons out there. Speaking of, how did you manage to fire off a sword?" Ozpin asked, bringing up footage of Ruby shooting a sword into Roman's shoulder.

"Tch, it wasn't that hard. Just a little gravity dust, and I've made that thing so it can fire anti-tank rounds. Besides, I trimmed the blade down enough so that it would fit." Ruby said with a shrug.

"I take it you've modified Crescent Rose on more than one occasion?" He took a sip from his mug.

"No shit. I mean I fucking love weapons, the smell of dust powder, the sound of shifting gears, the gleam of metal." Ruby let out a moan, as she seemed to be lost in thought. An awkward cough from Ozpin brought her back out of her daydream, and Glynda sternly slammed the plate of cookies onto the table.

Ruby quickly resumed eating her cookies like some kind of cookie monster. "So then Ruby. What do you know of Beacon Academy?" Ozpin asked her.

"Supposedly it's the most prestigious academy in the world. Blah blah, best of the best, blah blah my bimbo of a sister wants to attend it." Ruby said nonchalantly.

"And what about you Miss Rose? Do you want to attend Beacon?" Ozpin asked her, to which Glynda clenched her fists, a vein bulging in her forehead.

"I wanted to. BUT SOMEONE TURNED ME AWAY, CLAIMING I WAS TOO MENTAL!" Ruby glared daggers at Glynda.

"You have silver eyes." Ozpin pointed out, making Ruby look back at him with a questioning look.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Ruby asked him with an annoyed look. Then looking down at the cookies she sighed. "I mean what does that freaking mean?" She exhaled.

"It means you have talent, and while I do agree you have rough edges. If I asked you to attend Beacon, would you do so?" Ozpin asked while Glynda inwardly screamed in anguish at the thought of a delinquent roaming about in her school.

"Depends. Will you get on my butt for smoking and drinking? Because I need to do that to get through the day without murdering stupid people." Ruby said with biting sarcasm.

"So long as you keep up good grades, and don't cause trouble. You may smoke and drink. Though I do advise you to take it in measured steps, Ruby." Ozpin smiled, getting up from his chair. Glynda went to take the plate, only to get a slap in the face.

"These are mine!" Ruby snarled out, and Glynda just about snapped only for Ozpin to put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's fine Glynda," Glynda muttered some not-so-friendly words under her breath, as she stormed out. "And Miss Rose, I would politely ask that you don't start fights with my staff in the future. Please and Thank you." Ozpin took another sip of his mug and then left the room.

"Whatever." Ruby grabbed the plate and the cookies and walked out of there. Welp, I am finally going to the brothersdamned beacon. Yippee, how lovely, great, awesome, this is going to fucking suck.

Beacon

Yep, this is already off to a shit start, Ruby thought to herself as she felt her ribs cracking as Yang babbled into her ear, hugging her tightly.

"Bitch if you don't let me go, I will see how deep that cleavage goes when I stuff a grenade down there," Ruby said in a deadpan voice.

"Good to see you too Baby Sister~" Yang replied with a chipper tone.

"I am only a month younger." Ruby bit back.

"Still my baby sis~" Yang replied.

"I hate you so fucking much. Now put me down." Yang did so, and Ruby smoothed out her clothes.

"Now go kindly fuck off with your party pals. I got shit to do." Ruby said, taking out a cigarette, and Yang still wearing a smile Ruby found obnoxious, nodded and ran off with her pals. Finally, some fucking peace and quiet, though why is it I can never fully make out those retards, it's almost like they are shadow people or some- Her thoughts were cut off by a loud ahem. Ruby ignored it and continued to smoke, and then slowly got annoyed as she felt a tapping on her shoulder.

"Excuse me! Don't you know smoking is prohibited on the school grounds?!" Ruby hissed at the voice, it was so whiny and entitled.

"Bite me Bitch. I got permission from the headmaster." Ruby said, turning around looking at the girl, and she burst out laughing. Others probably would have found the girl oddly beautiful or cute, with her doll-like face, porcelain looking skin, and long flowing white hair, and piercing blue eyes. But the only thing going through Ruby's mind was that the girl looked like a literal snowflake.

"Do you have any idea who I am?!" The girl snapped at the mocking laughter of Ruby.

"All I see is a white Cunt. Now, look bitch, sorry to break it to you. But I am nowhere near drunk enough to fuck you. So you will just have to do that yourself okay. Now run along." Ruby exhaled smoke in the girl's face, making her swat at it.

"How dare you?! I am Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Family, Owners of the SDC, largest manufacturers of Dust! Does any of that ring a bell in that empty skull of yours? Or is it too filled with smoke to have any intelligence?!" Weiss was fuming.

"Neat. But I don't give a fuck." Ruby stated.

"You-" She was cut off when Ruby put a finger to her lips.

"No no. You don't understand, the amount of fucks I give. Are so empty, and so vast. You could call it the fuck singularity. The amount of zero fucks I give breaks the space-time continuum, and you can probably rant and rave all you fucking want. But at the end of time and space, and beyond. I will still not give a fuck of a fuck at any fucking point in time. Do you fucking understand now how much I fucking don't give a fuck?" Ruby removed her finger from Weiss' lips.

Weiss was now red with anger, if she were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of her ears. With a scream of rage, she turned on her heel. "BUTLER GIVE ME MY RAPIER, AND YOU!" She turned around, jamming a finger into Ruby's chest. "WE ARE GOING TO DUEL RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW! AND WHEN I WIN YOU WI-" She was cut off as Ruby decked her in the Schnozz. "You, you hit me. HOW DA-" Another fist to the nose interrupted the heiress. She stumbled back, and the butlers could only watch as Ruby followed up her punch with a kick to Weiss' stomach, One butler did try to approach with the rapier. But a cold look from Ruby stopped him in his tracks and he wisely backed away.

"Look Cunt. Here's the thing. That thing about me not giving fucks. That applies to everything. If you want to fucking fight, then don't stand around. Fucking fight. The Grimm won't give a shit about duels or honor." Ruby kicked Weiss in the stomach again while she was on the ground. "We fight goddamn monsters and if there be humans or Faunus. Then at that point, they've stopped giving a shit about honor. So stop wasting everyone's time with that pointless shit." Ruby then picked Weiss up by her hair, Weiss screeched and punched and screamed at Ruby.

Ruby made sure to bat away any nails coming near her eyes, And then with a grunt, she threw Weiss right into her luggage. Noting as some dust slipped out.

"Don't get back up cunt. You lost." Weiss seethed with rage as she rose back up. And grabbed her rapier from the scared butler.

"WE ARE DUELING HERE AND NOW!" She barked out.

"Okay," Ruby said with a shrug, taking out Crescent Rose.

Weiss grinned as she got into one of her long-practiced stances. Then Ruby shot at one of the exposed dust canisters, creating an explosion that singed Weiss. The Heiress to her credit didn't have her aura broke, and she seemed still capable of standing.

"Well guess you aren't a useless cunt after all. I will just call you Snowflake from now on." Ruby said in a dry tone.

Weiss fumed for a few more seconds, and then she exhaled. Smoothing out the ashes from her dress, sheathed her rapier, and then walked past Ruby with her head held high.

"Well, that was quite a sight." A quiet voice commented. Ruby looked at the source of the voice, a girl with a bow in her hair, long black hair, and a neutral expression matched by watchful yellow eyes looked at her.

"Snowflake shouldn't have started what she couldn't finish," Ruby said with a shrug.

"Hnn. Well, you certainly don't lack for leaving an impression." The girl stated in a flat tone.

"Un-huh. I don't want to repeat the speech about having zero fucks to give. Besides, she started the fight, and I finished it. End of story." Ruby said with a shrug, and the black-haired girl shrugged and walked away. "Tch whatever," Ruby said, turning around bumping into a tall blond boy.

"S-So-Sorry, I heard some noise. And some screaming. And I thought I could help…" The boy nervously stammered out, backing away from the deadpan stare Ruby leveled at him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ruby asked him bluntly.

"Jaune Arc. Name rolls off the tongue, ladies love it." Jaune tried to seem impressive, puffing his chest out. And though the hoodie was still awkward, his white armor and stature weren't half bad.

"Did your mom tell you to say that?" Ruby asked flatly.

"Uhh...well...I uh. Yes?" Jaune stated, definitely caught off guard.

"One, don't ever use that line again. It's fucking cringe and two you may be cute but cute can't account for everything." Ruby stated and walked forward as Jaune backed away. "Secondly, is that a sword and shield? What do they do? What can they turn into." She started getting up in his face.

Jaune fumbled around as he took out his sword and shield. "Well the shield can turn into a sheath, makes it easier to carry the sword…" He awkwardly stated.

"Doesn't the sheath still weigh as much as it does in shield form?" Ruby asked bluntly.

"Yeah, it does…" He replied sheepishly. Ruby sighed as she turned Crescent Rose into its scythe mode.

"This is Crescent Rose. It's a high-impact sniper rifle, with several modes suited for combat. Not only does it cut the fuck out of Grimm like a hot knife through butter on one of Yang's lonely nights. But it can also shoot the fuck out of anything that pisses me off from a distance. Now could you fucking explain to me as to why the fuck you would think it's a good idea to just bring a sword and shield to Beacon Academy?" Ruby stated, cocking Crescent Rose and swinging it so that Jaune was trapped with his back against the wall, Crescent Rose on his right side, and Ruby's free hand on his left side.

"It was a family heirloom… And I didn't have many other options…" Jaune admitted trying to look anywhere except for the pissed-off Ruby.

"You're telling me that in all the time you went to a fucking school. You didn't have the brains to make your brothersdamned weapon?" Ruby said in a tone that only made Jaune feel even dumber by the second. She blinked as Jaune continued to stare guiltily away. "No fucking way." She said with a scoff.

"What?!" Jaune asked in fear.

"You never went to a combat school did you?" Ruby asked with a smirk.

"What?! I mean no?! I did?! My transcripts are..are.." Jaune felt his resolve quickly crumble under Ruby's shit-eating grin. "Please don't tell anyone?" He pleaded.

"Heh. I could but honestly, I was looking for something entertaining. And right now I can't decide if you're dumb as shit, or you have stones that are massive as fuck. Tell you what, I will decide on what to do to you if you can answer one question. And depending on the answer, well. you already know." She said with a chuckle.

"Okay?" Jaune gulped, feeling like his throat was dry like he was in a desert.

"So were you just planning to get into Beacon with just your weapons and aura alone?" Ruby asked with a grin.

"What's Aura?" Jaune asked, confused. Ruby's jaw dropped, and the cigarette she had still been smoking fell out, and then she let out a loud boisterous laugh, that freaked Jaune out as he defensively put his arms in front of him, closing his eyes.

"I like it. You are ballsy as fuck. I don't want to know why you want to be a huntsman, but you are ballsy enough that I like you." Jaune's eyes opened wide, as he got a hard slap from the back of her hand, pushing him against the wall hard, making some cracks.

He slumped down even as his aura unlocked. "Consider that the one little favor I will do for you J. And if you survive whatever entrance exam they have planned. Eh well, that's if you survive, we will talk later." Ruby chuckled taking Crescent Rose out of the wall and walked away leaving a confused Jaune.

It was now night in the gym as various students got dressed in their pajamas. Ruby sighed as she adjusted her face mask, and then took out a bottle of beer, downing a big gulp.

"So sis did you make any friends today?" Came the chipper voice of her sister.

"Fuck off Bitch. None of your business." Ruby growled out.

"Aww don't be like that~ Hey how about we try talking to her?" Yang pointed at the girl Ruby had seen earlier, she was quietly reading a book.

"Why?" Ruby drawled out, and then took another swig from her bottle.

"Come on, it could be fun. And if you do, I promise to stop bugging you~" Yang said with a big smile.

"Fuck. Fine." Ruby grumbled as Yang leaped for joy, and then dragged her over to the mysterious girl.

"Hi, I am Yang. This is Ruby. And you are?" Yang asked, stretching out her hand. The girl stared blankly at them, almost with a bored expression that teetered on annoyed. After several long awkward seconds, Yang seemed ready to go when Ruby piped up.

"What book are you reading?" Ruby asked in a tired tone.

"You wouldn't be interested," the girl replied and her eyes started to move back towards the book.

"Fucking try me bitch. I might surprise you." Ruby stated, and Yang facepalmed.

"It's about a man with two souls," The girl stated,

"Ah, I read that one. Very smutty, you wonder how big his dick is?" Ruby asked with a grin, while Blake blushed just a bit.

"I- Well I uh..." The girl was at a loss for words.

"Joking aside, it wasn't a bad book, though I prefer more action-oriented books. Or just weapons porn in general. Still, you got a name?" Ruby asked and took another drink.

"Blake," Blake replied with a tilt of her head.

"Sweet. I will just call you Bookworm. Us book nerds gotta stick together. Also, feel free to ignore my sister." Ruby said as Yang looked at her with an exaggerated expression of betrayal. This got a small chuckle out of Blake.

"I will think about it," Blake replied, and Ruby shrugged, then Yang put her in a headlock.

"Now admit I was right~" Yang replied, and Ruby looked at her with a look of annoyance.

"I will light you on fire." Ruby shot back at her.

"Bring it!" Then the two sisters began wrestling in a cloud of smoke and shattered glass. Weiss who was looking at the brawl groaned in annoyance but decided to not even bother.

Eventually, the two sisters got tired of brawling. And got ready for bed. Ruby pulled out her spare bottle of beer, while Yang oogled at the boys. "So Sis you gonna write to anyone back home? Maybe even Mo-"

"Fuck off," Ruby said turning her back to Yang.

"Love you too sis. Good night." Yang called out, and only got a grunt in response. She sighed and leaned back looking up at the ceiling. "Did you at least have a fun day sis?" Yang called out.

"Well, I didn't want to kill myself. So I guess it wasn't complete shit." Ruby replied, and then gulping sounds were heard as she downed more beer.

"Well that's nice," Yang said still looking at the ceiling. "So we're finally here, at Beacon. In a few more years, we will both be kickass huntresses, killing monsters, traveling the world. Being badasses! I am just glad I get to go to school with my sis." Yang mused to herself. There was only silence, and Yang looked over to see Ruby fast asleep snoring, the bottle still in her hand.

Yang sighed, and gently took the bottle away, and tucked her sister in. Giving her a gentle kiss on her temple. She then quietly went to sleep thinking of better days, when their dad was still around.

A/N: And that's all for now folks. And to anyone offended at the language Ruby used, to be fair I was going for making her as unlikeable as possible. Welp Seeya next time folks.

Omake

Questions

Ruby grumbled as she sat down on a sofa, a rather generic-looking black sofa. Though it was soft, she let out a grunt as a plate of cookies materialized. "Alright, what fucking questions I gotta answer?" She asked, annoyed.

Question One: Why do you smoke so much?

Ruby looked at the robot asking the question. "Mostly because back in the day, I had an annoying as fuck squeaky voice. So I smoke a shit ton of cigarettes to cut down on that. But unfortunately, if I stop for too long, my voice gets squeaky again. Doctors say it's a miracle that I can recover so easily." Ruby shrugged. "It's whatever to me." She grunted and leaned back into the couch.

Question Two: Why the jacket instead of the hood and cape?

Ruby looked at her leather jacket with the crimson fur hood. "Because it's comfy, also I beat the shit out of a little bitch in the streets, think his name was Cardy something? I dunno, he looked like a generic bitch to me." Ruby said with a shrug. "I did think about sewing some more elaborate details on it, but then I realized that would make me a try-hard. Next Question." She said nomming on a cookie.

Question Three: Why do you treat Yang so harshly?

Ruby took out Crescent Rose, and with one shot. Blew up the robot's head, and then munched on another cookie. "Because fuck you that's why." She stated bluntly, and then a bottle of vodka materialized next to her. She was quiet for a few moments and then opened the bottle up. "Let's just say my useless sister fucked up in the past, and that's all I am going to say for now." She then grabbed the plate filled with cookies and leaped off the couch.

"Aight I am done with this shit. Later bitches. I don't have any more tolerance for more questions." Ruby then left the room slamming the door shut.

Revision: I decided to try and give the opening fights more context, Removed a few unnecessary lines. And so on.