Once upon a time there was a pure-hearted girl called Ruby Rose who was out shopping for a gift for her sister when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Yes," she started, pulling down the red hood of her cloak and removing her head-phones. She turned to see a man in a black suit, and a blood-red tie and sunglasses. His face twisted into a snarl and he brandished a dust infused machette.

"I said, put your hands in the air, now!"

"Are you, robbing me?" replied Ruby. For a moment, she didn't know if he was being serious or if it was some kind of joke, and carefully slid the copy of Weapons magazine she had been considering back into its place on the shelf. Looking around, there were three other men dressed the same as the first in the shop, two were filling dust cylinders from the tubes attached to the wall, while another was at the counter, shovelling dust-crystals into a suitcase. By the door, a tall man in a bowler hat and long white coat held the shop-owner lazily at gun-point, chewing absent-mindedly on a cigar while the old-man trembled.

"Yes!" replied the man, confirming what was now obvious, that the store was being robbed.

And as the drums and guitars coming from her almost forgotten head-phones swelled, and excited smile crept onto Ruby's lips. This situation called for a hero.

Her kick sent the first man flying across the shop. The others turned to her, the goons shocked, the man in bowler merely curious. A casual nod of the head from the leader instructed the other men to stop collecting dust and get Ruby.

The first pulled out a gun, firing two blasts of dust where her head had been just moments before she had ducked.

Another blast hit a small dust-packet on the shelf to her left, causing a small explosion with a lot of smoke. If one of those shots hit the pipes on the wall, or the crystals from the counter, it could cause a chain reaction destroying not just the shop but half the street. Ruby had to get them outside, and quickly.

What she did next was something she could never describe, no matter how many times she had done it before. In a crimson blur, she shot across the shop, slammed into one of the goons and cannonballed with him through the window and out into the street.

Now standing in the street, she reached to the under the folds of her cloak to reach for her weapon, and with the click of a button, the compact thing extended into a red, mechanical scythe with sharp blade.

The scythe she had named 'Crecent-Rose', and whenever she held it, either training or air-guitaring, she felt a tingle of excitement, and she thought she looked cool. She switched off the headphones, creating an ominous silence and turned to face the shop.

The thug she had taken out into the street rolled clutching his stomach in a pool of light cast the street-lamp right by the door.

The three other thugs peered out of the window at their downed comrade, the man in the hat said "Okay…" as he revaluated the situation. He had underestimated the short girl, at first he must have thought her just a girl who liked to dress in black and red, but now he recognised Ruby for what she was, a huntress. "Get her." And the thugs poured into the street.

One brandished a hand-gun, the other two reached for their red, dust-infused machetes.

Dodging the incoming shots in a crimson blur, Ruby closed the distance and swatted the gun from the thugs hand with sweep of Crescent-Rose, then followed through to strike at the goon to her left, who parried with his machete.

The thugs closed in around Ruby, hoping to overwhelm her three-on-one. For moments that felt like hours, she parried and struck out. Using both the scythe's main blade, and the smaller blade opposite the main one, which was added for extra offense and to balance out the larger blade.

One of them circled behind her, and she jabbed the shaft of Crecent-Rose back, hard into his gut, staggering him, and from this position she was able to use the last feature of the scythe. Fingering a trigger on the shaft, Ruby fired a blast of dust into each of the goons in front of her, sending them to the grounds.

With them out of the way she spun to face the man behind her, parried his attack, the swept his leg out from under him with the main-blade and brought the second blade down on his head as he fell.

The three who had pursued Ruby out into the street lay unconscious in a circle around her now.

Like her, they could activate aura, and ability which gave its user significantly increased strength, and increased the bodies toughness and healing capacities far beyond what could be achieved with even the best modern armour. Without aura, these men would be dead, and judging by the tear on her left sleeve, so would Ruby.

The man in the bowler hat sauntered out of the shop and gave a withering look to the thugs on the ground and muttered "You were worth every cent, truly you were."

"Aren't you gonna help us?" wheezed the thug Ruby had taken through the window.

The man in the bowler hat flicked his cigar to the ground and stubbed it out with his cain. He had bright orange hair which hung over his right eye, it moved when he rubbed his forehead and said "Well Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around…"

Ruby could here the sirens of approaching police cars.

"I'm afraid this, is where we part ways." He raised the cane to point it at Ruby, too late she realised that it was also a gun, and he fired.

She jumped dodged the shot clumsily, and was caught in the blast when the round hit the pavement. By the time she was on here feet, the leader had ascended almost to the top of a nearby building with a grappling hook.

"Are you ok for me to go after him?" Ruby called to the shop-keeper, barely registering his nod in her excitement. In a streak of crimson, she raised up the fire-escape on the side of the building in a matter of seconds. The thrill of the chase made her heart pump, she raced to the top and called "Hey!"

It sound dumb the moment she said it, but she hadn't even realised she was going to say anything until she did.

"Persitent," grumbled the man in the hat, and an airship rose swooped down from the clouds at the far end of the roof.

Searchlight's dazzled Ruby for an instant, long enough for the man to climb onto the airship, then with a triumphant smile he called "end of the line, Red!" and tossed a fist-sized, red crystal on the roof.

Ruby didn't understand the significance of this, until he pointed his cain-gun at it and fired. That much dust would blow the roof off!

Ruby braced.

The explosion was deafeningly loud, yet Ruby didn't feel herself being sent flying. When she opened he yes, a purple barrier existed between her and the airship. Then she noticed someone new.

The woman stood tall and regal, in a black, high-waisted skirt, a white, silk-blouse with long, elegant sleeves that ended in ruffled cuffs, and a cape of black on the outside, purple inside. Her hair was tied back in a dignified, blonde bun with a single curl hanging down the right side of her face, which was stern yet graceful. The steely look in her green eyes marked her out as a true huntress.

She waved a riding crop in her right-hand, with which she conducted purple lances of energy up to strike at the steel hull of the airship.

The airship rocked, Ruby heard a strangled yelp form the man on-board and she almost thought the engines would give out, causing the ship to go crashing to the street below. The engines grunted, threatening to give out, but held for now, and the man in the hat was done now, replaced by a figure shrouded in darkness.

Two balls of fire glowed in their hands, and a yellowy glow spread up their arms, illuminated in the wavy pattern of the sleeves. A gout of flame shot from the figure, momentarily outlining the figure of a slim woman in a tight dress and tall heels. Ruby dodges the flames rolling right, while the huntress sprang lithely to the left. Then, Black shards of flaming glass rained down on the huntress, Ruby apparently forgotten about. The huntress raised another purple shield to defend herself, and then fired the shafts back the airship, some penetrated the hull and wings.

Trying to help, Ruby aimed crescent rose, and fired off a shot at the woman, but as the ship rocked she missed.

The came the woman's counter-attack, blast of fire, followed interspersed with showers of glass rained-down on the huntress. She blocked them all, but was driven back, giving the airship time to adjust itself, and start pulling away. In one last ditch effort, the huntress fired off another volley of purple energy-arrows and Ruby tried a shot with Crescent rose.

To counter, the woman on the air-ship waved them away with an enormous cloud of fire, the scorching heat made Ruby shelter her eyes behind her hand, and as a parting gesture, a lance of black glass was thrown at the huntress, who barely managed a shield in response.

And the airship was gone.

Ruby's heart hammered on her chest, there was nothing more she could do, but the excitement needed some release.

The she saw the huntress and her legs started to move on instinct.

"Are you a huntress, you're a huntress, aren't you? Can I have your autograph!" Ruby practically shouted as she bounded towards the huntress.

The huntress, for her part, only seemed to just now be seeing Ruby.

Her hair was now in disarray, and to her embarrassment Ruby noticed the damage that last glass lance had down to her blouse.

The shield must not have been as could as she hoped. While the skin was unbroken, the left side of the huntress's blouse and bra were completely shredded, exposing a plump, white breast with an erect, pink nipple to the cold night air.

With a blush and a "hmmf!" the huntress waved her crop over the nude breast, and the bra and blouse reknitted themselves to seem almost new.

Self-consciously, Ruby checked her own clothes, and while she had not been making such a display as the huntress, there were a number of tears to her skirt form the glass, and her left sleeve was now completely gone below the elbow. She could feel scorch-marks from the fire which didn't show up by the moonlight on her black skirt and blouse as well, but mercifully, her red hood and cloak were un-scathed.

The huntress tapped Ruby with her riding crop, and the tears seemed to mend themselves. Then in a commandingly melodious voice the huntress said "Come with me."

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Ruby sat alone in the interview room of a police-station. As expected, the police had asked her questions till her head swam, but somehow only remembered the barest details of anything that had happened. Had the man in the hat given a name, he had spoken, but what had his voice sounded like, she had said he sounded 'glib', but then, did that word even mean what she thought it meant?

The door opened and the huntress entered.

She was everything Ruby wanted to be, everything about her from her voice to the way she stood to the look of her eyes behind her glasses spoke of poise and elegance. Such composure that even with her chest exposed she was cool and collected, Ruby thought that if such a thing ever happened to her she would turn into a jabbering wreck. But what breasts they were, large and perfectly round, they bobbed tastefully as she walked and no-doubt drew the eyes of handsome, male hunters who asked to be her boyfriend. But that was what was best of all about her, she was a hunter.

"I hope you realise that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly, young lady," she began, stalking around the room. "You put yourself and others in great danger,."

"They started it!" blurted Ruby, immediately feeling foolish, and thinking how squeaky childish her voice sounded compared to the mature downs of the huntress.

"If it were up to me, you'd be sent home," she ignored the interruption "with a pat on the back."

That came as nice surprise. Then the huntress wrapped her crop onto the table and continued "and a slap on the wrist."

Ruby squeaked.

"But, there is someone here who would like to meet you."

Was this good or bad, Ruby couldn't tell anymore.

She stood to the side, and an elderly man entered the room. In his arms he carried a tray full of cookies and a mug with a hot drink, there was a cane hung over his left arm, and he walked with a limp.

Oh, the cain, had she told the police about the man in the hat's cain?

"Ruby Rose," he began, leaning forward to examine her face "You have silver eyes."

Ruby stammered, not knowing how to respond, but her stomach growled looking a the cookies, it looked like they had chocolate chips.

"Where did you learn to do this?" He was handed a scroll by the huntress, and showed to Ruby cctv footage from her fight outside of the dust shop. For a moment, she felt proud at the fluid way she danced across digital display, dominating the fight in a blur of crimson. But the severity of his tone suggested she was in trouble.

"S-Signal Academy," Ruby stammered.

"Signal Academy," the tone suggested nothing.

"W-well one teacher in particular."

The old man placed the plate on the table, and gestured for Ruby to take one while he slipped his coffee absent-mindedly. At first she reached timidly, as if it could be a trap, but from the moment the taste hit her tastebuds, she was gone.

They were just the right mic of soft yet crunchy, sweet and still a little bit warm. She shovelled them almost two at a time, crumbs went everywhere.

"I've only ever seen one man wield a scythe with more skill than that, a dusty old crow."

"Da's mah unco…" Ruby swallowed her mouthful "That's my uncle, Qrow, he's a teacher at signal. I was complete garbage before he took me under his wing, but now I'm like all, fwah, ha, hyah!" Ruby finished, waving her arms in an imitation of, maybe, a shaolin monk for emphasis.

"So I've notice, and what is an adorable young girls such as yourself doing at a scholl designed to train warriors."

It sometimes rankled to be described as adorable, or to be the 'baby' sister, but right now Ruby was willing to accept it. "Well…" her mouth curled into a gleeful smile while she tried to keep her voice level, at the back of her mind, she was finding something familiar in the kind, old face "I want to be a huntress,"

"You want to slay monsters?"

"... Yeah. I want to become a huntress so I can help people and my dad always taught me and my sister to help people and she's just gotten into Beacon and I've only got too more years before I can apply to Beacon and…" Ruby waffled on about more or less her whole life and worldview. Somewhere along the way she tried to explain how policemen and doctors and other things were well and good but huntsment were so much 'more romantic and cooler', she'd cringe at that looking back. She ran out of breath and the room fell to silence.

The man gave a subtle smile. While his hair was as white as snow, and his limp suggested he was past his best days. But behind the small lenses of his glasses, with unusual crooked frames , the look in his leafy-green eyes was mischief.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You're Professor Ozpin, you're the Headmaster at Beacon."

"Hmm, hello," he smiled.

"Nice to meet you,"

"So you want to come to my school?"

"More than anything."

Ozpin looked to the huntress, who looked away with a snort.

"Well ok," Professor Ozpin smiled "You're in."

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Their was a harsh light to the lobby of the police station lobby, most likely designed to keep people awake, even at whatever ungodly hour in the morning it was now.

There was as single man at the desk, who saluted Prof Ozpin, and the huntress who had finally introduced herself as Glynda Goodwitch, and then there were… breasts?

Ruby was thrust face first into a familiar bosom, one hand wrapped around her body and another round her head, almost forcing it down her sister's shirt.

"Ruby, we were so worried, it was so late, and we got a call from the police saying you'd been involved in an incident, and we came all the way here in the middle of the night and…" The arrhythmic shakes of Yang's body, and the stop-start pattern of her speech, told Ruby that Yang was sobbing with relief.

Yang stood a good six inches taller than her sister, and was perhaps a little like Miss Goodwitch in hair colour and bust size, although her demeanour was never nearly so lady-like, unless in jest.

"Ruby, whatever happened to you?" The voice of her father sounded more serious than he she had ever heard it, perhaps because it also trembled like Yang's. His face would have been a mask of worry had Ruby been able to see anything other than Yang's cleavage.

"Your little daughter has had quite the adventure," began Pro Ozpin, "but now I think an even bigger one awaits her. Mr Xialong, it's my pleasure to inform you that Ruby Rose has also been accepted into this year's intake into Beacon Academy for Hunter and Huntresses."

Ruby felt something, Yang's lower jaw perhaps, falling on her hair.

"Ruby, to Beacon, but she's too young," said her father.

"She is young, but very gifted and able. With hard work I have no doubt that she already has everything she needs to thrive at Beacon."

There was yet more silence, before Yang said,

"Oh this is wonderful, absolutely wonderful, I can't believe my baby sister's coming to Beacon with me, this is the best day ever!" And with that the hug only tightened. Ruby was shaken thoroughly and squashed almost flat, her face feeling every inch of her sister's breasts through the brown jacket and low-cut yellow shirt.

"I'm so proud of you," said her father.