A/N: Yeah, new story. No words necessary, folks. Let's just get this show on the road.

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY and all the other various media that you may or not notice in this story of mine, and I never will. Only the OC's and the Canonical changes to the show are the things that are connected to me.

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BOOK 1: Silver and Steel

Chapter 1: Big Brother

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As the sun slowly starts to rise ever higher in the sky, its light gradually shines down on the island of Patch. Unto the cities, the towns, the villages, the landscapes, unto everything of Patch. And most of all, the home of the Rose-Xiao Long's. But this isn't where we start off our story just yet. First, we gotta go check on a certain someone.

Beyond the tree lines and just a few hundred yards away from the Rose-Xiao Long household, we can see a figure making it's way closer to the cottage house. This figure appeared to be a pale white young man, bulky and slightly rugged-looking, had raven black hair and irises as red as blood. He also appeared to be fully armored in what can be described as full body armor, which excluded the head and hands, that seemed to be made out of some kind of dark leathery material. And strapped to his back, a large red-colored mecha-esque sheath encasing what appeared to be two longswords. It could be seen that, despite having identical hilts, these two swords had different pommel designs. One had the head of a golden dragon and the other one had a silver rose as its pommel. And strapped to his waist, a leather utility belt that looked to be holding onto numerous materials. Such as a knuckle guarded Bowie knife on the left hip, a hand cannon on the right, and three medium-sized pouches at the front.

And though he looked like he was more than ready for a war or two, aesthetically speaking, the look on the young man's face was that of someone that craves nothing more than the comforts of sleep. The slight darkening under his eyes, the usual makings of eye bags to be exact, coupled with his somewhat slouching posture and trudge like walking, he at the moment embodied the very aspect of "Fuck it all, I wanna go to bed." And no one would blame him for wanting the sweet release of unconsciousness. After the non-stop shittiness he had gone through for the past 24 hours, he more than deserves a well-earned rest.

"Fuck." Cursing in his deep gravelly voice, the raven-haired young 'un continued his noticeably slowing trek towards the cottage house as he looked up at the brightening sky. "Gone for an entire day. With no note, text, or message as to where I've been. Ooohhhh, gods, Yang's gonna tear me a new one for this. I just know it."

After a few more moments of walking, which seemed to be a task that was getting harder and harder for the young man to do, he passed through the tree line in front of the Rose-Xiao Long household.

"Ah fuck yes, " Despite running on the fumes of his fumes, he mustered a weak smile and a small laugh as he made his way across the front yard. ", halfway there. Just gotta-" But both his smile and optimistic attitude died and ugly death the moment his tired eyes finally made out the figure standing at the front door of the home. "Aaaahh, fffuuuck." He drawled out with a simultaneous groan and sigh.

There, standing menacingly with a glare and scowl that spoke volumes, stood Yang Xiao Long. She appeared to still have her hair rollers on and was wearing her usual silk-satin nightgown accompanied by her same old plush slippers. But what really got to him were the clear signs of tear streaks on her cheeks and even with his half-conscious mind, he noticed the redness of her pupils and the dark bags under her eyes.

"Yang, " He gasped breathlessly and mustering what little energy he had left to at least try to stand straight. ", w-what...what did-"

"Come here." Yang cut off, voice a higher pitch than usual, and pointed to the spot in front of her. A spot that was well in her range, he noticed. "Now."

"Yang-" He tried again.

"COME. HERE. NOW." The buxom blonde interrupted as a fresh pair of tears streaked down on her cheeks. "And I swear, Gerald if you won't come to me, I sure as hell will come to you. Pick your poison."

Knowing full well either choice would still bring the inevitable, and he also owed it to her, Gerald chose the former choice. And so, with a deep grunt, he walked closer towards his younger sister. A sister that had probably gone through an entire day worrying her guts out. And the very same sister that wanted nothing more than to crack his face sideways for it.

With neither of them looking away from each other's gazes, Gerald stopped directly a foot away from where Yang was pointing. "Is this close enough, Yangy?" He asked with a shrug of his shoulders. And despite the height difference between them, with Gerald being a few inches taller than her, her glare still had its intended effect on him.

"Does your skull hurt?" She asked instead.

"Why?" A fool's question. A question he already knew the answer too. But a question he couldn't help but ask.

"Answer the damn question, Gerald." She growled with grit teeth. Her lilac irises shifting into the same shade of red as his, simultaneously her Aura flared to life and radiated heat. "And you better answer now." She continued, cracking her knuckles and balling her fists so tight he could practically hear her muscles straining.

With a put upon sigh, he shook his head. "No, it doesn't." He answered as he squared his legs and tensed his lower muscles in preparation.

"That's good to hear." She inclined with a nod. "Take two steps forward." She continued. Her Aura growing brighter and emitting even stronger heat.

Well, here goes nothing. He thought to himself as he raised his left foot to step forward. On the bright side-

Before his raised foot could even begin its descent, Yang, in one lightning-fast and fluid motion, stepped forward, reared her fist as far back as she could before swinging it upward in an uppercut motion, and struck the underside of Gerald's chin. With speed and strength honed by years of relentless training, coupled with the frustration she had built up from having gone through hours and hours of emotional turmoil, Yang's strike was strong enough to rock Gerald's brain and send him upwards off the ground. He went all the way up over a hundred feet in the air before gravity took its hold on him.

Yep. Quickly fading away into unconsciousness, the older brother thought to himself as he descended. I fucking deserve this.

And a few moments later, his face became one with the ground and he was conscious no more.

A/N: Onward.