FOREVER FALL FOREST
The crimson canopy of Forever Fall swayed gently, the golden glow of dusk filtering through the branches. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed across the forest floor, dry leaves crunching underfoot.
A man in a tattered hooded cloak stumbled through the undergrowth, his breathing ragged. He threw a panicked glance over his shoulder, his eyes wide with fear.
A streak of yellow flashed past him, so fast it seemed almost unreal.
"Damn it!" he hissed, forcing his legs to keep moving. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the dirt and grime. But before he could process what was happening, something slammed into him—hard.
A fist connected with his jaw.
He cried out as he hit the ground, clutching his face. Blood trickled from his nose as he groaned in pain.
Slowly, he looked up—and froze.
Standing over him, her golden hair reflecting the evening light, was Yang Xiao Long.
She wore a black leather jacket adorned with her emblem, a burning flame etched into the back. Beneath it, a cropped tank top revealed her toned abs. Her mechanical arm gleamed, the sharp lines of its design catching the light.
Pushing up her aviator glasses, Yang smirked down at him.
"Did you really think you could outrun me forever, Miles?" Her voice was low, dangerously sweet, like honey laced with venom.
Miles flinched, backing away slightly, but Yang planted her foot against his chest and shoved him back to the ground.
"W-Wait! I don't know anything!" he stammered, raising his hands defensively.
Yang rolled her eyes.
"Sure you don't." She crouched, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and hoisting him up effortlessly. His feet dangled above the ground as she leaned in close, her molten gold eyes locking onto his.
"Aww," she cooed mockingly. "You're adorable when you're scared." Her lips curled into a grin. "Too bad I'm already taken."
Miles whimpered as her mechanical arm whirred to life. The sleek metal fingers shifted, and with a sharp click, a blade extended from her forearm.
The man's eyes widened, and he let out a terrified yelp.
Yang tilted her head, her grin sharpening.
"Now, let's make this easy. You tell me where your boss is…" She raised the blade so close it nearly touched his cheek.
"Or…" Her voice dropped, cold and menacing.
"…we do this the hard way."
WAREHOUSE
The dimly lit warehouse creaked as the wind brushed against its rusted frame. Inside, a bald man in a gray suit paced nervously, the glow of his freshly lit cigar casting faint shadows against the peeling walls. Behind him, two bodyguards in black suits stood stiffly by the door, their hands resting on the pistols holstered beneath their jackets.
A sudden, loud boom rattled the building.
The man froze mid-step, his cigar trembling slightly between his fingers. He snuffed it out against the edge of his desk and reached underneath, pulling out a pump-action shotgun.
"Go check it out," he barked, nodding toward the guards.
The two men drew their weapons and exited cautiously, their footsteps echoing down the hall.
The man exhaled slowly, taking a seat behind his desk, shotgun raised and aimed at the door. Seconds passed. Then gunshots rang out, followed by grunts, crashes, and the unmistakable sound of fists connecting with flesh.
He gripped the shotgun tighter. Silence followed.
Swallowing hard, the man stood and crept toward the door, his shotgun still raised. Just as his hand reached for the doorknob—
CRASH!
The wall beside him exploded inward as one of his bodyguards came hurtling through it, landing in a heap. The man stumbled back, dropping his weapon in shock.
Before he could react, the door burst open, slamming into him and knocking him flat on his back. He groaned, reaching for his fallen shotgun, but a heavy boot came down on his hand, pinning it to the ground.
"Oscar Copperfield."
The voice was sharp yet calm, carrying a tone of confidence that sent chills down his spine.
He looked up to see Yang standing over him. Her black leather jacket bore her fiery emblem on the back, and her mechanical arm gleamed under the dim light. Her golden hair framed her piercing gaze as she smirked.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?" she asked, her voice smooth but laced with authority.
Oscar glared at her, his lip curling. "Go to hell, princess."
Yang's eyes narrowed as she leaned closer, her robotic arm whirring softly.
"Bad move, Oscar," she said. "I already had a chat with your son, Miles. Tough guy, but…" She extended the blade from her arm with a sharp click.
"…he cracked."
Oscar's expression shifted from anger to unease.
"Oh, don't worry," Yang added quickly, noticing his reaction. "He's still breathing. He's just going to need a dentist… and maybe a diet of smoothies for a while."
Oscar barely had time to exhale in relief before Yang's fist connected with his jaw, knocking him out cold.
She stood, brushing dust from her jacket, and pulled out her Scroll.
That's when she heard it—muffled yelps followed by the schink of a blade.
Her brow furrowed. She hadn't told anyone about this place. Pocketing her Scroll, Yang moved toward the hole in the wall, stepping over debris.
As she emerged into the larger room, her eyes widened.
The guards she'd taken down were still on the floor, but something was wrong. Their uniforms were torn, and deep gashes marred their bodies—too precise, too clean to be random.
Yang crouched beside one of the men, examining the cut along his chest. It was surgical, deliberate.
Another cry broke the silence.
Yang snapped her head up just in time to see a hooded figure wearing a Grimm mask withdraw a blade from one of the fallen guards—the one she'd thrown into the wall.
The masked figure froze when they noticed Yang, their crimson eyes peering through the dark slits of the mask.
Yang took a step forward. "Hey! Stop—!"
But before she could finish, the figure bolted, sprinting toward the nearest window and diving through it. Glass shattered as they disappeared into the night.
Yang rushed to the window and scanned the outside, but the figure was already gone. The streets were empty.
"Great," Yang muttered under her breath, stepping away.
A groan caught her attention. She turned to see Oscar stirring, clutching his jaw and wincing.
"Well," Yang said with a dry smirk. "At least you're still alive."
BEACON ACADEMY – CLASSROOM
The soft hum of chatter faded as the final bell rang, signaling the start of class. Rows of students in standard Beacon Academy uniforms sat attentively, their eyes fixed on the front of the room.
Blake Belladonna—a cat-eared Faunus with piercing amber eyes—paced slowly in front of the classroom, a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hand. Her black hair flowed behind her as she walked, calm and composed.
Taking a sip of her tea, she smiled faintly and set the cup down before addressing the class.
"Let's start with the basics," Blake began, her voice smooth and authoritative. "The so-called 'war' against Salem—the Grimm hybrid who broadcasted her existence to the world—wasn't much of a war at all."
She paused, letting her words settle.
"It lasted only four days." Blake turned and pointed to a map of Remnant behind her. "And it ended here." Her finger landed on Vale.
Murmurs rippled through the room as Blake continued.
"My team and I faced Salem in the final battle. We stopped her. But not without cost."
Blake's expression softened. She turned back to the class, her voice quieter now.
"Winter Schnee of Atlas—Weiss Schnee's older sister—sacrificed herself to make sure Salem was defeated for good."
The room fell silent.
"She was a hero," Blake said firmly. "And her sacrifice is the reason we're here now, living in peace. Don't ever forget that."
The bell rang, breaking the somber mood. Students rose, chatting as they packed up their belongings and filed out of the room.
But one student remained.
A young girl with a swishing tail sat frozen at her desk, her head lowered as she stared at the open book in front of her.
Blake noticed and approached, kneeling slightly to meet her gaze.
"Hi there," Blake said gently.
The girl flinched but didn't look up.
"Bella, right?"
Bella gave a small nod, still refusing to meet her eyes.
Blake pulled out the chair beside her and sat down, folding her arms.
"You look troubled," Blake said, her voice warm but concerned. "Is there something you want to talk about?"
Bella hesitated, gripping the edges of her book tightly. After a moment, she whispered,
"It's this guy."
Blake leaned in slightly, encouraging her.
Bella finally looked up, revealing nervous eyes.
"He keeps pulling on my tail," she said, her voice trembling. "And calling me… a 'freak.'"
Blake's expression darkened, but she quickly softened it to avoid intimidating the girl.
"I told him to stop," Bella continued, "but he just keeps doing it. I hate it. I hate being like this. Sometimes… I wish I was like everyone else."
Blake sighed softly and placed a reassuring hand on the desk.
"I see," she said. "You're being bullied because you're a Faunus."
Bella nodded.
Blake thought for a moment before speaking.
"You know, I once knew someone who went through the same thing," Blake said. "Velvet Scarlatina. She's a Faunus, too—a rabbit Faunus. There was this guy, Cardin Winchester, who used to torment her. He'd pull on her ears, call her names… the works."
Bella's ears twitched. "What happened?"
"Well," Blake said, smiling slightly, "Beacon's fall changed him. He lost his team and realized how awful he'd been. Eventually, he apologized and made amends."
Bella tilted her head. "Really?"
Blake grinned.
"Of course, Velvet had to knee him in the jewels first."
Bella snorted and covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.
Blake chuckled along with her. "Yeah, that was my reaction, too. They're not exactly friends, but they respect each other now."
The smile faded slightly from Blake's face as she leaned closer.
"Bella, there are always going to be people who try to tear you down—because you're a Faunus, because you're different, or just because they can."
Bella's eyes lowered again.
"The trick," Blake continued, "is not letting them win. If you let their words hurt you, they'll keep coming back. But if you stand up for yourself, most of them back down."
Bella hesitated before asking, "How did you handle it, Miss Belladonna? The bullying?"
Blake touched one of her cat ears, a wistful look crossing her face.
"For a long time, I was ashamed of who I was," she admitted. "I used to tie a bow around my ears to hide them. I wanted to blend in, to be like everyone else."
Bella's eyes widened slightly.
"But one day, I slipped up and revealed my secret. I thought my team would reject me." Blake smiled softly. "Instead, they accepted me—especially Weiss, who grew up with a father who hated Faunus."
She sat back and gestured to herself.
"It took me almost a year to finally accept who I was. Now, I don't hide anymore. No bow. No shame."
Bella seemed to absorb Blake's words, nodding slowly.
"My point is, Bella—you need to accept your Faunus heritage, just like I did. And if someone tries to mess with you?" Blake grinned. "Aim for the jewels."
Bella giggled. "But what if it's a girl?"
Blake smirked, pretending to think. "Hmm… gut punch?"
Bella laughed, finally relaxing. She stood and packed her things before turning to Blake and, to her surprise, hugged her tightly.
"Thank you, Miss Belladonna."
Blake smiled, returning the hug briefly before watching Bella leave the room. She exhaled and picked up her tea, taking a sip as the door shut behind the girl.
"First day back, and I'm already a counselor," she muttered with a smirk. "Cool."
AFTERNOON – ROOM
Blake Belladonna sat cross-legged on her bed, the soft hum of a ceiling fan filling the quiet room. A book rested in her lap, her amber eyes scanning the pages as the sunlight streamed in through the window. Her room was larger than her old dorm at Beacon—no bunk beds, just a single bed with dark sheets, a desk cluttered with notes, and bookshelves lining the walls. It felt more personal. More hers.
Suddenly, a sharp ringing interrupted the peace.
Blake looked up, setting her book aside. She crossed the room to her desk, where her Scroll vibrated against the polished wood. Pressing the "Accept Call" button, the screen flickered to life, revealing Yang Xiao Long's smiling face.
Blake couldn't help but smile back at her girlfriend.
"Well, well," Blake teased, folding her arms. "Look who finally decided to answer my calls."
Yang's grin widened. "Oh, come on, Blake. I've been busy!"
"Busy, huh?" Blake arched an eyebrow. "So… how did it go?"
Yang hesitated, the memory of the dead guards flashing briefly in her mind. But she shrugged it off, keeping her smile intact.
"Mission accomplished." Yang lifted a thick envelope into view and gave it a shake. "Oscar Copperfield is in custody, and I got paid. Looks like Bumblebee's getting that upgrade sooner than I thought."
Blake chuckled. "You and that bike."
"Don't pretend you're not excited to ride it, too," Yang teased.
Blake rolled her eyes playfully before her tone softened. "Did you at least miss me?"
Yang leaned back, smirking. "Well… I did attract a few admirers at this bar in Mistral. And there was this guy—"
"Yang." Blake's voice flattened, but the corners of her lips twitched.
Yang burst out laughing. "I'm kidding, Blake! You know I missed you."
Blake's smile returned. "And this is your last mission outside of Vale? As promised?"
"Hey, I made a promise to you." Yang's tone grew serious, her violet eyes steady. "And I plan on keeping it."
"Good." Blake exhaled, relieved. "You think you'll make it back in time for the anniversary?"
"Absolutely." Yang nodded. "I'll be home before it starts. Promise."
Blake's smile faltered slightly. "And Ruby?"
Yang's expression immediately darkened. Her shoulders tensed.
"Yang?" Blake asked, concern edging into her voice.
Yang sighed. "Ruby's… going through one of her phases again."
Blake's eyes softened with understanding. "Does Weiss know?"
"No. And… don't tell her, okay?" Yang rubbed the back of her neck, clearly troubled. "It's been two years, Blake. She missed last year's celebration. She can't miss this year, too."
Blake nodded. "I know. But she's still struggling, Yang. You need to talk to her."
"I will." Yang's voice was firm. "As soon as I get back. She's not missing this year."
Yang fell silent for a moment, her eyes distant before she refocused. "None of us would be here if it wasn't for her."
Blake reached out and touched the screen lightly, wishing she could comfort her in person. "You're right."
Yang perked up, breaking the heavy mood with a grin. "Anyway—when exactly am I getting home-cooked dinner and maybe a little gift from my favorite kitten?"
Blake smirked, crossing her arms. "I'll think of something… if you're lucky."
"Oh, I know I'm lucky." Yang winked. "I'll be home tomorrow."
"Good."
"Gotta go now," Yang said. She leaned in, blowing a kiss toward the camera. "Love you."
Blake smiled warmly. "Love you too."
The screen faded to black.
Blake lingered for a moment before turning toward the drawer by her bed. Slowly, she pulled it open. Her hand hovered above its contents before she reached down and picked up a gun—an older model revolver with scratches and dents, well-worn but cared for.
It had once belonged to her friend, Matthew Bronze.
She stared at the weapon, her fingers tracing the handle as memories surfaced. The weight of it felt heavier than it should.
Blake let out a shaky breath before gently setting it back in the drawer and closing it.
She returned to her bed, picking up her book, but the words blurred as her thoughts drifted.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
VALE – APARTMENT
The faint whistle of a kettle pierced the quiet apartment. Steam billowed from its spout, curling toward the ceiling. A pale, slender hand reached out, lifting the kettle carefully before pouring the boiling water into a cup.
A teabag floated inside, its string dangling over the edge. Weiss Schnee stirred the tea gently, watching as the water darkened. She took a slow sip, savoring the warmth, before glancing over her shoulder.
"Ruby?" Weiss called out, her voice echoing faintly in the stillness.
Silence.
Weiss frowned, setting her cup down. "Ruby?"
In the bathroom, Ruby Rose stared at herself in the mirror.
Her silver eyes traced the jagged scar that stretched down the side of her face—a painful reminder of battles fought and sacrifices made. Slowly, she dragged her fingers along the scar, her breath coming faster with each passing second.
She gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white.
Reaching behind the toilet, Ruby retrieved a small, unmarked bottle. Her hands trembled as she unscrewed the cap and shook out two white pills. She stared at them, her reflection in the mirror seeming to judge her hesitation.
Filling a cup with water, Ruby popped the pills into her mouth and swallowed, chasing them down with the cold liquid.
Seconds passed.
Her breathing slowed. Her shoulders relaxed. The pounding in her chest dulled.
Then—
Knock knock.
"Ruby?" Weiss' voice filtered through the door, soft but concerned. "Are you okay?"
Ruby cleared her throat and forced herself to sound normal. "Yeah, Weiss. Just… doing some thinking. I'll be out in a minute."
She leaned against the sink, taking one last look at herself in the mirror before turning away.
Minutes later, Weiss stood at the kitchen counter, carefully slicing a sandwich in half and packing it into a paper bag. She glanced up when she heard the bathroom door open and saw Ruby walking toward her.
"Gotta go?" Ruby asked casually.
"Unfortunately, yes." Weiss finished packing the bag and sealed it shut. "Emergency meeting about the anniversary tomorrow night. I'll be back late."
Ruby stepped closer, brushing Weiss' hand before leaning in to kiss her softly.
"I'll be waiting for you, then," Ruby said with a smile.
Weiss returned the smile. "I'll hold you to that."
Grabbing the paper bag, Weiss headed toward the door but paused. She turned back, her expression softening.
"Ruby… you think you'll come this year?"
Ruby's smile faltered. She shifted uncomfortably.
"I… I don't know yet," Ruby admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Weiss nodded; her tone gentle but firm. "It's tomorrow night. Just… take your time to decide, okay?"
Ruby nodded.
Weiss lingered for a moment longer before stepping out and closing the door behind her.
The apartment felt colder without Weiss there. Ruby sat down in a chair near the window, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled out a small, black box from her pocket.
She opened it.
Inside, a delicate silver ring with a small, white gemstone gleamed under the light. Ruby swallowed hard, her thumb brushing against the band.
"Well, isn't that sweet."
Ruby froze.
Her head snapped up, and there—standing in the middle of the room—was Salem.
The Grimm hybrid's dark red eyes bore into Ruby, her pale skin and ethereal presence unnerving as always.
"Young love," Salem mused, circling Ruby like a predator. "So fragile. So easily broken."
Ruby's grip on the ring tightened.
"Cinder said the same thing," Ruby snapped. "And I took away her powers."
Salem's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Cinder was a fool," she said. "Even at the end, Miss Rose, she was a fool to think she could stop you."
Ruby's voice hardened. "And now, she's rotting in an Atlesian prison cell."
Salem tilted her head. "Are you so sure about that?"
Ruby's breath hitched.
She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her hands to her ears, willing the voice away. When she finally opened her eyes, Salem was gone.
The room was empty again.
Ruby slumped forward, resting her hands on her head.
Then—
BOOM!
The sudden explosion shook the walls. Ruby shot up, rushing to the window. Smoke billowed into the sky from a few blocks away.
Her heart raced.
Turning to the corner of the room, she stared at Crescent Rose, her iconic weapon. She reached out but hesitated, her fingers hovering just above it.
No.
Not today.
She stepped back, inhaled deeply, and then—
With a flicker of determination, Ruby launched herself into the air, flying through the window and toward the smoke-filled horizon.
FOREST
The forest was quiet. Too quiet.
Weiss Schnee moved carefully, her heels pressing softly into the damp earth as she stepped over scattered leaves and broken twigs. Myrtenaster was drawn and ready, its blade glinting faintly under the dappled moonlight filtering through the trees.
She paused.
Footsteps.
Weiss tightened her grip on the rapier and turned toward the sound, her breath catching.
"So. You lied to Ruby again."
Weiss froze.
The voice sent a chill down her spine—familiar, yet impossible.
Slowly, she turned.
Standing in the clearing, as if she had never left this world, was Winter Schnee. Her sister's piercing blue eyes locked onto Weiss, her white military uniform as pristine as ever. But Weiss knew better. Winter Schnee had been dead for two years.
"An emergency meeting?" Winter asked, her tone sharp yet tinged with sadness.
Weiss lowered Myrtenaster but didn't look away. "It's enough to keep Ruby from worrying," Weiss said softly. "I'm just… not ready to tell her yet."
Winter stepped closer, her boots barely making a sound against the grass.
"You've had two years, Weiss. Two years to tell her the truth."
Weiss flinched, but Winter pressed on.
"Maybe you'll finally tell her at the anniversary. Seems fitting, doesn't it?"
Weiss turned away, walking toward a small bush growing near the edge of the clearing. Nestled among its leaves was a single red rose. She reached out and gently plucked it, cradling it in her hand.
Behind her, Winter's voice softened.
"If you love Ruby as much as I know you do, Weiss… you'll tell her."
Weiss stared at the rose, its petals like blood against her pale skin. Her hands trembled slightly. She wanted to tell Ruby. She did. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw that night.
Winter's sacrifice.
The screams.
The silence that followed.
Weiss squeezed the rose tightly, ignoring the sharp prick of a thorn against her skin.
Winter stepped closer, her expression softening. "You're afraid, Weiss. I know. But fear doesn't make you weak. Let me tell you something."
Weiss glanced back at her sister.
Winter began to speak, her voice steady, but tinged with regret.
"I remember my first year in the military. My unit was sent to protect a farm in Vale—small place, but it fed an entire village nearby. A storm hit hard, and the river overflowed. Floodwaters came rushing in, and we had to act fast.
"We worked through the night, digging trenches and building barriers with nothing but shovels and sandbags. I thought we'd collapse before we finished. But we stopped the water just in time."
Weiss saw the hint of a smile on Winter's lips.
"The grandmother who owned the farm baked me a cake. Called me a hero. For a while, I believed her."
Winter's expression darkened.
"Until we found out we sent the water upstream. Another farm—smaller—was completely washed away. Their horses drowned. I heard them wailing in my sleep for weeks. While I ate my hero cake, they lost everything."
Weiss swallowed hard.
"Did the nightmares ever stop?" Weiss asked quietly.
Winter's gaze softened. "Eventually. After a few months. But it's never easy, Weiss. You don't forget. You learn to carry it."
Weiss looked back at the rose, tears blurring her vision as they fell silently onto its petals.
"I miss you, Winter," Weiss whispered, her voice trembling.
Winter stepped closer, her presence almost warm, almost real.
"I miss you too, Weiss," Winter said softly.
Weiss turned—
But her sister was gone.
The clearing felt colder, darker, as if the world had snapped back into focus.
Weiss let out a shaky breath and carefully tucked the rose into her pocket. Her fingers brushed against its soft petals one last time before she turned away and walked deeper into the forest, her footsteps fading into the night.
Vale
Ruby descended from the smoke-filled sky, her crimson cloak billowing behind her as she carried a woman in her arms. The distant roar of flames and crackling timber echoed through the streets, but Ruby's focus never wavered.
Her boots touched down lightly on the pavement, and she quickly moved toward a waiting stretcher. The woman in her arms stirred, coughing as paramedics rushed in to take over. They carefully transferred the injured woman onto the stretcher, securing her before wheeling her toward a nearby ambulance.
Ruby stepped back, her silver eyes scanning the scene. The fire raged in the distance, smoke curling high into the evening sky, but the growing crowd of onlookers had their attention fixed on her.
Phones and Scrolls were raised, capturing the moment—the hero in red who had swooped in from above to save the day.
Ruby's gaze shifted through the faces until it landed on someone familiar.
A pink-haired girl stood near the edge of the crowd. She was older now, her hair still vibrant but tipped with red at the ends. Her eyes met Ruby's, a flicker of recognition passing between them.
Ruby offered a small nod and a faint smile.
The girl responded with a subtle nod of her own before Ruby turned away.
With a powerful push, Ruby launched herself into the air. Her cape unfurled like wings as she soared above the rooftops, leaving the crowd below erupting into cheers and applause.
The sound followed her as she disappeared into the smoke-filled horizon.
The Next Morning – Patch
Yang Xiao Long walked up the familiar dirt path toward her family's house in Patch, her travel bag slung over one shoulder. The early morning sun cast long shadows across the yard, and the air carried the faint scent of pine and ocean salt.
As she neared the house, her eyes drifted upward, catching sight of a familiar pair of cat ears peeking out from a second-floor window. Yang's lips curled into a smile.
Shifting the bag on her shoulder, she opened the front door and stepped inside. The living room was exactly as she remembered—cozy, warm, and unchanged, save for the addition of yellow drapes over the windows that matched her hair.
"Blake?" Yang called out, setting her bag by the door. "I'm home."
"In here," came Blake's voice from upstairs.
Yang's smile widened. She made her way through the hallway and up the creaking stairs, pausing when she saw the slightly ajar door at the end of the hall. She stepped closer, but before she could push it open, Blake's voice stopped her.
"We need to talk, Yang."
The tone made Yang pause. Her smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Blake Belladonna was lying on the bed, a book resting by her side. Her amber eyes were locked onto Yang, her expression a mix of disappointment and worry.
Yang froze. "Something wrong?"
Blake silently reached over to the nightstand, grabbed her Scroll, and tossed it to Yang, who caught it easily. Confused, Yang glanced down at the screen.
Her stomach dropped.
The headline read: "11 Dead at Mistral Harbor Warehouse."
Yang let out a quiet sigh, scrolling briefly through the article before tossing the Scroll back onto the bed.
"What happened, Yang?" Blake's voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it.
Yang rubbed the back of her neck. "I did everything like I promised, Blake."
Blake sat up straighter. "Then how do you explain—"
"I didn't kill those people, if that's what you're asking," Yang interrupted firmly. "Somebody else was there. I don't know who, but I'm going to find out."
Blake studied Yang's face, searching for any sign of dishonesty. Finding none, she exhaled and softened slightly.
"Well… at least you're okay."
Yang smiled faintly and moved to sit beside Blake on the bed. She reached out, brushing her hand along Blake's cheek. Blake leaned into her touch, resting her hand over Yang's.
"Blake," Yang said softly. "You also asked me to promise that I wouldn't kill anyone." She met Blake's eyes. "I kept that promise. You have my word."
Blake nodded, her features relaxing. Yang reached into her travel bag and pulled out a book, handing it to her.
Blake glanced at the cover—"The Man with Two Souls III: The Man with Eight Souls." Her eyes lit up, and a smile tugged at her lips.
"You remembered," she said, her voice warm.
"Of course I did," Yang replied, leaning closer. "I know how much you love this series."
Blake set the book aside and leaned in. Their lips met, the kiss lingering as the morning sunlight poured through the window.
When they finally pulled apart, Blake smirked. "Now then… next item on the list—"
Yang raised an eyebrow. "List?"
"A shower," Blake said matter-of-factly.
Yang blinked, then sniffed at her underarm and immediately winced.
"Yeah, okay," Yang admitted with a laugh. "You're right."
Before Blake could say another word, Yang gently tilted her chin up with two fingers and grinned.
"And you're going to join me."
Blake's eyes widened slightly, but her lips curved into a playful smile. She watched as Yang stood, already tugging off her jacket while walking toward the bathroom.
Yang glanced back, whistling teasingly before disappearing through the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
Blake laughed softly, shaking her head as she began unbuttoning her shirt and followed after her, shutting the door behind them.
Noon – Apartment
Ruby Rose sat on the couch, flicking through television channels with the remote. The soft hum of static and snippets of news reports filled the quiet apartment. Weiss Schnee rested her head in Ruby's lap, peacefully asleep. Ruby absentmindedly stroked Weiss' hair, smiling faintly at the sight of her girlfriend's calm expression.
But when Ruby looked back at the television, her smile disappeared.
On the screen, Glynda Goodwitch, her former professor and now Headmistress of Beacon Academy, sat stiffly at a desk across from Lisa Lavender, the well-known news anchor. The interview had already started, and Ruby's heart sank as the topic shifted.
"And you're saying that Miss Ruby Rose should not be the subject of controversy, Miss Goodwitch?" Lisa asked, her voice sharp and professional.
"I'm not saying that," Glynda replied, her tone steady but measured. "What I am saying is that Miss Rose possesses her abilities—not by choice—but she's learned to live with them. She's dedicated herself to using those abilities to protect others. However, there will always be those who refuse to see past their fears."
"That's correct," Lisa said, leaning forward slightly. "There are some who argue that Miss Rose could pose a danger to the people of Remnant—especially if she were to ever… turn."
Ruby's jaw tightened. She gripped the remote a little harder.
"I seriously doubt that, Miss Lavender," Glynda responded, her agitation evident in her voice. "Even before Beacon fell, Miss Rose was pure of heart. That hasn't changed. She's still the same girl who's dedicated to saving lives and doing what's right."
"But, according to some," Lisa pressed, "even the purest of individuals can be swayed to the path of evil."
Ruby's grip tightened further.
Glynda let out a sharp breath. "Miss Lavender, if you invited me here just to suggest that Ruby Rose is a threat, then I don't see the point of continuing this interview."
"Miss Goodwitch—"
"This interview is over."
Glynda removed her microphone, stood up, and walked out of the frame, leaving Lisa Lavender sitting stunned at the desk.
Ruby smirked and switched off the television.
But the moment of satisfaction was cut short by a loud, sudden knock at the door. Weiss stirred, letting out a soft yawn as she sat up.
"Who is it?" Weiss mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"I'll find out," Ruby said, rising from the couch.
She padded across the room and peeked through the peephole. Her eyes widened when she saw a familiar figure—Yang—standing outside, aviator sunglasses perched on her face and a cocky grin plastered across her lips.
Ruby threw the door open.
"Hello, little sister."
Before Yang could say anything else, Ruby's hand shot out, slapping her hard across the face.
Yang staggered slightly, her sunglasses falling to the ground but thankfully not breaking. She blinked in surprise, rubbing her cheek.
"Okay… I guess I deserved that," Yang said with a wince.
"Damn right, you did," Ruby snapped. "You haven't visited us in three months, Yang!"
Yang held up her hands defensively. "I know, I know. But I was busy busting the biggest crime boss in Mistral! That's why I couldn't make it."
"You could've at least called," Ruby said, crossing her arms. "You missed my birthday."
"I know." Yang's voice softened. "And I'll make it up to you. I promise. It's not every day you turn eighteen, Ruby."
Ruby's glare lingered for a moment before softening slightly. "I'll hold you to that."
She glanced back toward the kitchen, where Weiss was preparing tea, before turning back to Yang.
"Did you get my text?"
"I did," Yang replied. Her smile faded. "How bad is it this time?"
"Not as bad as before," Ruby said, her voice quieter now. "No nightmares, but I keep seeing her."
Yang's eyes darkened with concern. "Let's talk in your room."
Minutes later, Ruby sat on her bed while Yang occupied the chair across from her.
"When was the last time you saw Salem?" Yang asked, leaning forward.
"Yesterday," Ruby admitted. "Right before the fire at that apartment complex."
Yang sighed, resting her elbows on her knees. "Ruby… it's been two years."
"I know," Ruby said. "But it keeps happening. And Weiss—" She hesitated. "I just don't want to worry her."
"Have you been taking—"
"Yes," Ruby interrupted. "They help. A lot."
Yang relaxed slightly. "Good. And just so you know, I'm done taking missions outside Vale. If you need me, I'm here."
Ruby gave her sister a small nod. "Thanks, Yang."
Yang patted Ruby's shoulder. "Okay. Now that we've dealt with that, let's talk about the anniversary."
Ruby's face fell. "Right… that."
"Come on, Ruby. You missed last year. You have to go."
"But, Yang—"
"No 'buts,' young lady," Yang said firmly.
Ruby scowled. "I'm eighteen, Yang. I don't have to listen to you anymore."
Yang smirked. "Maybe not. But given your reputation, it'd look pretty bad if you didn't show up."
Ruby narrowed her eyes. "And what exactly does my reputation say?"
Yang hesitated. "Most people are fine with you. Some even idolize you. But there are… others."
"They resent me," Ruby finished. "I know. I heard it on Lisa Lavender's show earlier. But I don't care, Yang. I'm not letting them tear me down."
"Then prove them wrong," Yang said. "Go to the anniversary. Show them who you really are."
Ruby stayed quiet, her gaze fixed on the wall.
"Do it for our friends," Yang added. "Jaune, Ren, Nora—everyone's going to be there."
Ruby finally looked at her. "Even Qrow?"
Yang's expression tightened. "…Yeah. Even Qrow."
Ruby sighed. "Fine. I'll go."
Yang smiled and gave her a hug, but Ruby didn't hug back.
"Thanks, Ruby."
As Yang stood and headed toward the door, Ruby scoffed. "Can't believe it took my sister to convince me—especially after what you did to Qrow."
Yang froze, her smile vanishing.
"It was an accident, Ruby."
Ruby's eyes darkened. "Was it?"
Yang didn't answer. She simply left the room, leaving Ruby staring at the wall, her anger fading into sadness.
Ruby pulled out her Scroll and typed a quick message.
"I'll be there."
Moments later, a soft beep signaled a reply.
"Glad about that. See you there, kiddo."
Ruby stared at the screen, her grip tightening around the device as her thoughts churned.
Evening – Park
A sleek Schnee Dust Company car pulled up to the curb, its polished exterior reflecting the glow of the park's lanterns. The hum of conversation and flashes of cameras greeted the two women inside.
Ruby stepped out first, her crimson dress swaying gently as the breeze rolled through the park. Her silver eyes scanned the crowd, lingering on the microphones and flashing cameras. She hesitated for a moment before turning back to the car.
Weiss stepped out gracefully, her white gown shimmering under the soft lights. She reached for Ruby's arm and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Hey," Weiss said softly.
Ruby looked at her.
"You okay?"
Ruby managed a smile. "I'm fine. Just… nervous."
Weiss wrapped her arm through Ruby's. "You'll be fine. Let's just get through this part."
Ruby nodded, taking a breath as they started walking toward the entrance. The reporters were already leaning forward, microphones outstretched, questions flying through the air.
The two did their best to keep moving, dodging the barrage of questions, but before they could make it through, a familiar voice called out.
"Ruby!"
They both stopped, turning to see Lisa Lavender stepping forward, microphone in hand and cameras already aimed at them.
"Many people are surprised to see you attending this year's anniversary," Lisa said, her tone sharp but professional. "Especially given your absence last year."
Weiss immediately stepped in. "I'm sorry, but we're not—"
"No, Weiss."
Weiss paused, looking at Ruby with concern.
"I'll answer her questions," Ruby said quietly before stepping forward.
Lisa raised her microphone. "Ruby, what do you have to say to those who felt your absence last year?"
Ruby stood tall, keeping her voice steady. "I want to apologize for not being here last year. At the time, I was dealing with some personal struggles and family matters that kept me away. I regret missing it, but I'm here now, and I hope that counts for something."
Lisa tilted her head slightly. "A family matter? But your sister attended last year. If it was truly a family emergency, how was she able to make it while you couldn't?"
Ruby's eyes hardened. "I'm not going to discuss that."
Lisa nodded but pressed on. "Alright, let's focus on the present. Some citizens of Vale have raised concerns about your abilities and whether you might pose a danger in the future. What's your response to that?"
Ruby didn't flinch.
"I saw your interview with Glynda earlier," Ruby said. "And honestly? I don't care what those people think."
Lisa blinked, clearly caught off guard by the bluntness. The other reporters exchanged glances as murmurs rippled through the group.
"I never asked for the powers I have," Ruby continued. "I inherited them from my mom. When she died, they passed to me.
"I didn't want them. For a long time, I didn't even accept them. But I learned that these abilities can be used to protect people—to make a difference.
"And no, I don't kill. Not anymore. I only did it when it was necessary—when it meant saving lives. I don't regret stopping Salem. If I hadn't, she would've destroyed everything."
Lisa adjusted her grip on the microphone. "Despite the criticism, there are many who see you and your friends as heroes. How do you feel about that?"
Ruby's expression softened, but her voice carried a weight that made the crowd fall silent.
"It's nice to be called a hero," Ruby said. "But there's someone who deserves that title more than any of us."
She paused.
"Winter."
Weiss froze beside her, eyes widening slightly.
"Her sacrifice is the reason we stopped Salem," Ruby said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "What she did was the bravest thing I've ever seen.
"But tell me, Lisa—do we talk about her now? Did she get the recognition she deserved last year?"
Ruby's voice grew sharper, tinged with frustration.
"No. Just a name on the memorial wall. A gravestone. That's it. Atlas remembers her. Her family remembers her. But the rest of the world? They've already moved on.
"And that's what upsets me the most. If we can't even honor the people who gave everything for us—who earned the right to be remembered—then why do we even have these celebrations?"
Lisa opened her mouth to respond, but Ruby stepped back.
"No more questions."
Ruby turned and reached for Weiss, who quickly slipped her arm through Ruby's again. Weiss wiped a tear from her cheek but offered Ruby a proud smile as they started walking away.
Lisa sighed and lowered her microphone. "Great. That's twice today. I need an aspirin."
BUILDING
Ruby and Weiss stepped into the softly lit building, the hum of conversation filling the air. Weiss glanced around briefly before leaning in and planting a quick kiss on Ruby's cheek.
"Thank you," Weiss said with a smile.
Ruby blinked, a little surprised, but quickly smiled back.
Before she could respond, a familiar voice rang out.
"Ruby!"
Ruby turned just in time to see Nora barreling toward her, her orange hair bouncing with every step.
"Uh-oh," Ruby muttered, bracing herself as Nora collided with her and pulled her into a crushing hug.
"It's so good to see you!" Nora squealed.
"Yeah—great—can't breathe!" Ruby gasped, struggling in Nora's grip.
Nora released her, stepping back sheepishly. "Sorry. I just can't believe you're actually here! You missed last year, and Ren and I figured you wouldn't show up this time either."
"Nora."
The cheerful voice pulled Nora's attention. Ren approached, calm as ever, though there was a trace of exasperation in his voice.
"The next time you run off, at least let me know," Ren said.
"Sorry, Renny," Nora replied before quickly gesturing toward Ruby. "But look who's here!"
Ren's eyes softened as he looked at Ruby. "Glad you made it."
"Thanks," Ruby said with a small smile. "Hey, have you two seen Yang and Blake?"
"Yeah." Nora pointed toward a small building in the corner. "I saw Yang talking to Ironwood over there."
Ruby's brow furrowed. "Why is Yang talking to Ironwood?"
Nora shrugged. "Maybe she's trying to get an upgrade for her arm or something."
Nearby, Blake sat quietly in a chair, her sharp ears twitching as she listened in on Yang's conversation with General Ironwood.
"And you're sure you didn't find anything?" Ironwood's voice was low but firm.
Yang sighed and pulled out a small, damaged device, holding it out for him to see. "This was all I found. Either Cinder found the tracker and got rid of it, or she planted false leads. Either way, I don't think she's in Mistral anymore."
Ironwood took the device and examined it before letting out a disappointed sigh.
"That's unfortunate, but we'll keep looking. Thank you for your efforts, Miss Xiao Long."
Yang hesitated as Ironwood turned to leave.
"General," she said, stopping him.
Ironwood turned back.
"I need to know," Yang said. "Cinder should've been executed for everything she did—for the people she killed. Why wasn't she?"
Ironwood's expression hardened. "That information is classified. I'm sorry."
With that, he turned and left, leaving Yang standing there, her fists clenched.
Blake sighed from her spot and straightened when she saw Ruby and Weiss approaching.
"Ruby!"
Blake rose from her chair and wrapped Ruby in a quick hug.
"Glad you made it," Blake said.
"Yang convinced me," Ruby replied. "Besides, I figured it'd look bad if I skipped out again."
"Well, you're here now, and that's what matters."
Before Ruby could respond, she noticed someone else stepping up—a girl with short brown and pink hair, mismatched eyes gleaming.
"Neo," Ruby said.
Neopolitan smiled faintly. "It's been a while."
Neo offered her hand, and Ruby shook it.
"It has," Ruby agreed. "Where's Jaune?"
Neo smirked and gestured to a nearby group. Ruby spotted Jaune immediately—now sporting a well-groomed beard.
Ruby giggled. "He still has that beard?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Neo said with mock exasperation. "But what can I say? I think it makes him look handsome. And I kind of love it."
Ruby rolled her eyes. "To each their own, I guess."
Neo leaned in slightly. "By the way, I think I saw your uncle at the bar earlier. What happened to his—"
"I don't want to talk about it," Ruby cut in quickly, her tone sharp.
Neo raised her hands in surrender. "Got it."
Ruby exhaled and turned to Weiss. "I'll be back."
Weiss nodded as Ruby turned and walked toward the bar.
The bar was dimly lit, and Ruby immediately spotted her uncle, Qrow, at the counter. He was nursing a glass of whiskey, his posture slightly slouched.
"Heh," Qrow said as she approached. "You made it. Honestly, I had my doubts."
"Glad I could prove you wrong," Ruby replied, sliding onto the stool next to him. She glanced around. "Raven here?"
"Nah." Qrow shook his head. "She doesn't do celebrations."
He motioned to the bartender, who poured two shots and slid them over.
Ruby raised an eyebrow as Qrow nudged one toward her.
"Seriously?" Ruby asked.
Qrow turned toward her, revealing the eyepatch covering his left eye. Faint scars trailed from the edges of the patch, but his expression was light.
"Happy late birthday," Qrow said. "Sorry I didn't call. Been… busy."
Ruby's eyes softened. "It's fine. I get it."
"And come on," Qrow said, tapping the glass. "It's just one shot."
Ruby hesitated, staring at the amber liquid.
"You talk like you've never had a drink before," Qrow teased.
"Because I haven't," Ruby said.
"Well, then," Qrow grinned, "there's a first time for everything."
After a moment's hesitation, Ruby picked up the glass.
"To our livers," Qrow said, clinking his glass against hers before downing it in one gulp.
Ruby stared at hers before throwing it back. She coughed almost immediately, her face scrunching in disgust.
"That's awful!" Ruby gasped.
Qrow laughed, patting her on the back. "Yeah, the first one's always the worst. You get used to it."
"Not me," Ruby said, pushing the glass away. "One's enough."
"Wuss," Qrow said with a smirk.
The two sat quietly for a moment before Qrow finally broke the silence.
"Is Yang here?"
Ruby stared at Qrow for a moment before giving a small, almost reluctant nod.
"Yeah. She's here."
Qrow studied her carefully, noticing the tension in her shoulders and the sharpness in her voice.
"This anger you've got toward her," Qrow said gently. "It's been a year, Ruby. It's time to let it go."
Ruby's hands curled into fists. "How can I?" she snapped, her voice trembling. "Every time I look at Yang, I see that day."
Qrow let out a slow sigh, setting his glass down. "Ruby, you can't keep blaming her for something she didn't mean to do."
"She kicked a grenade at your face!" Ruby shot back, her eyes burning.
"It was meant for someone else," Qrow countered. "A gang member. I just… happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"She didn't even check!" Ruby said, her voice rising. "She didn't even look to see where you were!"
"I know," Qrow said, his voice steady despite her anger. "But do you really think she hasn't beaten herself up over it every single day since then?"
Ruby opened her mouth to argue but stopped herself. Her jaw clenched, and she shook her head.
"No," she said abruptly, pushing back from the barstool and standing.
"Ruby—wait!"
She didn't turn around.
"Yes, you are," she said sharply, cutting him off before walking out of the bar.
Qrow exhaled slowly, running a hand down his face. "Another," he muttered to the bartender, sliding his empty glass forward.
Ruby wandered through the building, scanning the crowd for Weiss. Her eyes drifted to a group by the punch bowl—Team BRNZ and Cardin Winchester laughing over drinks. She kept walking until something else caught her attention.
The flicker of rabbit ears.
"Velvet!"
Velvet Scarlatina turned, her brown eyes lighting up. She grinned and hugged Coco, who stood beside her wearing a tailored suit and beret.
Before Ruby could approach, a tap on her shoulder made her jump. She spun around, hand instinctively reaching for a weapon that wasn't there.
"Whoa! Easy!"
Ruby blinked, realizing it was Sun—and for once, he was wearing a suit.
"Sun!" Ruby said, relaxing. "Don't sneak up on me like that."
"Sorry," Sun said with an easy grin. "But hey! I haven't seen you in… what, forever? Where've you been hiding?"
"I've been… busy," Ruby said, forcing a smile. "But I'm glad I came tonight." She glanced past him. "Neptune here?"
"Oh, yeah," Sun said, pointing across the room. "Talking to Weiss over there."
Ruby followed his finger and spotted Neptune chatting with Weiss near the buffet table. Weiss seemed to be handling the conversation with polite patience, though her expression suggested Neptune might be wearing it thin.
"And Neon?" Ruby asked.
Sun smirked. "Somewhere around here. Probably leaving streaks across the floor."
"Seriously?" Ruby said. "It's a formal event."
Right on cue, a blur of color zipped past them. Neon skidded to a stop in front of Ruby, wearing a bright blue dress with a slit in the skirt that let her rollerblades shine.
"This may be formal," Neon said, smirking, "but you can't expect me to stop skating. Gotta keep moving."
Ruby rolled her eyes but smiled. "Good to see you too, Neon."
"Likewise," Neon said before turning to Sun. She ran a finger along his cheek and grinned. "Try to keep up."
With that, she pushed off and disappeared into the crowd.
Sun let out a dreamy sigh. "I love that girl." Then, snapping back to reality, he patted Ruby's shoulder. "Catch you later."
He held out his fist, and Ruby bumped it before he jogged off to chase Neon.
"Miss Rose."
Ruby turned to see Goodwitch approaching. Her posture was as stiff and commanding as ever, but there was a hint of warmth in her voice.
"Ms. Goodwitch," Ruby said, straightening slightly.
"I'll admit, I had my doubts you'd show up tonight," Goodwitch said, her sharp eyes appraising Ruby. "But I'm glad you proved me wrong."
"It took some convincing," Ruby replied. "But I'm here." She paused. "By the way, I caught your interview earlier. You really left Lisa Lavender scrambling."
Goodwitch allowed herself a small chuckle. "I might've enjoyed that more than I should have. And I heard what you said to her afterward." She smirked. "I imagine Lisa's still piecing herself back together after that."
"Possibly." Ruby grinned. "So, how's running Beacon these days?"
Goodwitch's shoulders slumped slightly. "Exhausting," she admitted. "The students, the paperwork, the endless problems. I don't know how Ozpin ever managed it." Her voice softened. "I miss him."
"Me too," Ruby said quietly.
Goodwitch straightened. "I should get going. I'll be giving the opening speech in about five minutes. It's good to see you again, Ruby."
"You too, Headmistress."
Goodwitch nodded and strode away.
Ruby spotted Weiss and headed over. Weiss smiled, but Neptune, standing beside her, cut in first.
"Sup."
Weiss raised an eyebrow. "Really? That's all you have to say?"
Neptune rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry. Good to see you, Ruby."
"Same here," Ruby said before turning to Weiss. "Can we talk for a second?"
Weiss nodded and turned to Neptune. "We'll finish this conversation later."
"Sure," Neptune said before walking off.
Ruby took Weiss's hand and led her outside where it was quieter.
OUTSIDE
Weiss stood still, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her dress as Ruby's words hung in the air.
"What did you want to talk about?" Weiss asked, her voice soft but steady.
Ruby hesitated, taking a deep breath. "Weiss… there's something I need to tell you. Something I've been keeping to myself for… a while now."
Before she could continue, Ruby noticed Weiss's gaze shift past her, focused intently on something—or someone—else.
"Weiss?" Ruby tilted her head. "Are you okay?"
But Weiss didn't respond right away. Her eyes lingered, filled with sadness and longing.
"Tell her, Weiss," a voice urged.
Weiss's lips parted slightly, but when Ruby turned to look, there was no one there. The space was empty.
Ruby turned back, confused. "Who are you looking at?"
Weiss finally looked at her, her eyes glistening. "Winter."
Ruby blinked. "Winter? But she's—"
"I know." Weiss's voice cracked. "I know she's gone, Ruby." She turned away slightly, as if ashamed. "But ever since her funeral, I keep seeing her. Everywhere. Like she's still here, watching me."
Ruby's expression softened. "Weiss…"
"I don't know why," Weiss continued, her voice trembling. "I can't make it stop. Every time I see her, I just… feel sad. Like I failed her."
Ruby stepped closer, lowering her voice. "You feel guilty," she said gently. "You couldn't stop her from sacrificing herself, and now your mind keeps replaying it. You see her because you wish—no, you need her to still be here."
Weiss looked at Ruby, her brows furrowed. "How do you know that?"
Ruby's eyes dropped briefly before meeting Weiss's again. "Because you're not the only one who's been seeing things."
Weiss's lips parted slightly, but before she could respond, the sound of a microphone crackling to life broke the moment.
"Thank you all for coming," Goodwitch's voice rang out. "We really appreciate it."
Ruby and Weiss both looked toward the ballroom doors.
"We'll talk later," Weiss said, offering a small, reassuring smile. She held out her hand.
Ruby hesitated but then took it. Weiss squeezed her fingers lightly, grounding her.
Inside the Ballroom
The ballroom was packed with people, the soft murmur of conversation falling into a hush as Goodwitch stood at the podium.
Ruby's eyes swept across the crowd before drifting toward the stage. She saw the others already seated—Port and Oobleck sitting upright, Ironwood's expression stoic, and Qrow leaning back in his chair, a drink suspiciously absent for once. On the opposite side, Yang and Blake sat together, Blake quietly focused while Yang glanced toward Ruby, only for Ruby to quickly look away.
Goodwitch caught sight of Ruby and Weiss entering and gave a subtle motion toward the stage.
"Uh… why is she doing that?" Ruby asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Oh. Right." Weiss cleared her throat. "We're sitting up there."
Ruby froze. "…Oh."
Her eyes darted toward the large memorial wall behind Goodwitch—the names of the fallen carved in stone and illuminated by soft, golden lights. Her heart sank as the weight of the moment settled in.
Weiss noticed and gently squeezed her hand. "It's okay, Ruby."
Ruby turned and met her eyes, taking a steadying breath. She nodded.
Together, they made their way through the crowd. As they walked past Yang and Blake, Ruby kept her eyes fixed ahead, refusing to even glance at her sister. Yang's gaze lingered on her, the tension unspoken but palpable.
Blake looked between them, concerned, but said nothing.
Ruby and Weiss reached their seats on the stage and sat down. Ruby clasped her hands in her lap, trying not to fidget. She kept glancing at the wall behind Goodwitch, the rows of names blurring slightly.
Weiss leaned in just enough to whisper. "You're doing fine."
Ruby gave her a faint smile, but her nerves were still there, gnawing at the edges.
BALLROOM
Goodwitch stepped forward, her sharp heels clicking softly against the wooden stage. The room fell completely silent as she reached the podium and cleared her throat. Her eyes briefly flickered to the screen embedded in front of her, a list of prepared notes displayed across it.
"Thank you all for being here tonight," she began, her voice steady yet tinged with emotion. She paused, allowing the weight of the moment to settle over the audience.
"On this day, two years ago, Remnant faced its greatest threat—the Grimm-Hybrid, known as Salem." Goodwitch's gaze swept across the crowd. "And it was here, in the city of Vale, that Salem met her end."
Applause rippled through the room as eyes turned toward the stage, where Ruby and the others sat.
"To my right," Goodwitch continued, gesturing to Team RWBY, "are most of the fighters who stood on the frontlines of that battle."
The crowd clapped louder, some even whistling.
Yang offered a casual wave, her signature grin briefly lighting her face. Weiss gave a more graceful nod, while Blake smiled faintly, remaining composed. Ruby, however, barely moved. She simply nodded, her expression unreadable as her eyes drifted toward the Memorial Wall behind them.
The applause slowly faded as Goodwitch pressed on.
"And yet," she said, her voice softening, "there is one more individual whose sacrifice must never be forgotten."
Weiss immediately tensed beside Ruby, her grip tightening slightly on Ruby's hand. She already knew what was coming.
"Winter Schnee," Goodwitch said, her voice echoing through the hall. "A Specialist in the Atlas Military, whose noble sacrifice ensured Salem's defeat."
Weiss lowered her head, fighting to keep her emotions in check. Ruby turned slightly and glanced at her but said nothing.
Goodwitch continued her speech, recounting Winter's bravery and the losses suffered in the battle. But Ruby's focus was elsewhere. Her gaze drifted back to the Memorial Wall, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen that reflected the lights from the ceiling. Rows of names were etched into it—dozens, maybe hundreds—all a reminder of the lives lost.
Weiss noticed Ruby's distant expression and gently tapped her shoulder. "Ruby?" she whispered.
Ruby didn't react. Her breathing quickened, and before Weiss could say anything more, Ruby abruptly stood up.
"Ruby!" Weiss hissed, trying to keep her voice low but urgent.
The crowd murmured as heads turned toward her. Goodwitch briefly faltered at the podium but regained her composure, though her eyes followed Ruby as she moved toward the wall.
Ruby stopped in front of it, her steps slow and deliberate. Her fingers trembled as she reached out and pressed her hand against the cold surface. She dragged it lightly across the rows of names, her touch lingering as she passed familiar ones.
Scarlet David. Nebula Violette. Dove Bronzewig. Yatsuhashi Daichi.
She stopped when her hand reached a name she wasn't ready to see.
Ozpin.
Her breath caught, but she kept going.
And then—
Taiyang Xiao Long.
Ruby froze. Her fingers lingered on the letters, tracing each one as tears welled up in her eyes. Her vision blurred, but she didn't move.
She didn't even hear the sound of footsteps approaching until she felt a hand gently press against her own.
Ruby turned and saw Yang standing beside her. Yang's eyes were wet too, but her face carried a quiet strength.
Without saying a word, Yang squeezed Ruby's shoulder. Ruby blinked, tears rolling down her cheeks, but as she looked into Yang's eyes, something shifted.
Ruby's breathing steadied. She swallowed hard and nodded.
Yang gave her a faint smile.
But the moment didn't last.
Ruby's gaze shifted toward the large window across the room. Her eyes narrowed. A figure stood there—hooded, partially obscured by shadows, but unmistakably watching.
Ruby's entire demeanor changed. Her tears stopped as anger replaced grief.
Yang followed her gaze, her own body tensing when she saw the figure.
Before either of them could react, the figure turned and fled into the night.
"Ruby," Yang said cautiously, her hand still on her sister's shoulder.
Ruby didn't answer. She kept staring at the window, her hands slowly clenching into fists.
FOREST
The hooded figure darted through the dense forest, leaping effortlessly from one tree branch to another. The shadows of the canopy shifted around her, concealing her movements as she landed softly on the forest floor. The crisp night air was silent except for the faint rustling of leaves beneath her boots.
Pulling down her hood, the raven-haired woman with piercing amber eyes smirked. Cinder Fall reached into her coat and pulled out her Scroll, glancing at the screen. A flicker of satisfaction crossed her face, but the moment was interrupted by the rustling of a nearby bush.
Cinder's hand shot to the weapon strapped to her hip.
"Come on out," she said coolly, her voice sharp yet calm. "The coast is clear."
After a pause, a girl with short green hair and sharp red eyes emerged, brushing twigs and leaves from her clothes.
"Emerald," Cinder said, lowering her weapon. "I thought you'd be back at the palace."
Emerald Sustrai frowned and dusted herself off. "Mistress Envy wanted me to secretly follow you," she said.
Cinder narrowed her eyes. "I don't need backup, Emerald. I can handle myself."
"Apparently, she's not so sure," Emerald replied, crossing her arms. "Ever since Ruby Rose took your powers—"
Cinder's expression darkened, her eyes flaring. "Don't remind me."
Emerald raised her hands defensively but smirked. "Just making a point."
Cinder stepped closer, her heels crunching against the forest floor. "The next time you want to make a point, Emerald," she said coldly, "keep it to yourself."
Emerald hesitated but nodded.
Satisfied, Cinder turned away, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "When the time comes, I'll end Rose." Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "But I need to be patient."
Emerald raised an eyebrow. "Two years isn't patient—it's excessive. Don't you think we've waited long enough?"
Cinder exhaled sharply, but there was no humor in it. "Maybe," she admitted. "But whatever Envy's plan is, it had better be worth it."
Suddenly, the air rippled in front of them, and a dark portal swirled open, crackling with energy. The distorted space pulsed like a heartbeat, beckoning them forward.
Emerald took a step toward it and looked back at Cinder. "Guess that's our cue."
"You go ahead," Cinder said, pulling a sleek, unfamiliar bow from her back. The weapon gleamed in the faint moonlight, its craftsmanship far superior to her old weapons. "I have one more thing to take care of."
Emerald hesitated. "Cinder—"
"Go," Cinder snapped, not looking at her.
With a sigh, Emerald stepped into the portal and disappeared, leaving Cinder alone in the clearing.
Cinder nocked an arrow and raised the bow, her eyes narrowing as she pulled the string back. The faint hum of energy vibrated through the weapon, and the arrow's tip glowed faintly with a dark, crimson light.
She let it fly.
The arrow disappeared into the forest, leaving a faint trail of sparks in its wake. Cinder's lips curled into a smile as she watched it vanish into the distance.
Lowering her bow, she turned toward the portal.
"Enjoy your peace while it lasts, Rose," she said softly.
Then, without another glance, Cinder stepped into the swirling darkness, and the portal sealed shut behind her, leaving the forest silent once more.
BALLROOM
Goodwitch extended her hand, and Ruby took it firmly, her team standing close behind her. The applause from the crowd was starting to settle, but Ruby barely noticed. Her focus was distant, her thoughts still lingering on the Memorial Wall and the names etched into it.
"Congratulations, Miss Rose," Goodwitch said with a small, measured smile. "You and your team have earned this recognition."
Ruby nodded, offering a faint smile in return. "Thank you."
Before anyone else could speak, the sharp crash of shattering glass cut through the room. Gasps rippled through the crowd as people instinctively ducked or turned toward the noise.
An arrow embedded itself into the polished floor just inches from Ruby's feet, vibrating from the impact. The room fell deathly silent.
Ruby's eyes locked onto it.
Ironwood and Qrow shot to their feet, weapons already in hand as they scanned the windows and walls for signs of the shooter. Ironwood barked orders to his nearby officers, signaling them to secure the exits.
Ruby crouched down, her fingers trembling slightly as she plucked the arrow from the ground. She turned it over in her hands, inspecting it closely.
It was sleek and black, with faint red etchings along the shaft. But it was the emblem carved into the arrowhead that made her breath catch. A burning flame, shaped like a heart.
Ruby's hand tightened around it, her knuckles going white.
"Who's arrow is that?" Blake asked, stepping closer.
Ruby straightened, her voice low but sharp. "Cinder."
The name fell like a hammer, sending a ripple of unease through her team. Weiss's eyes widened slightly, and Blake's ears twitched as her expression hardened. Yang, however, clenched her fists, stepping forward instinctively.
"Cinder?" Weiss repeated, her voice unsteady. "But how? She—"
"She's alive," Ruby said firmly, her voice cutting through the room. "And she's been watching us."
Goodwitch's eyes narrowed. "Are you certain, Miss Rose?"
Ruby didn't answer right away. Instead, she snapped the arrow in half with one sharp motion, discarding the shaft and holding onto the arrowhead. Her eyes lingered on the symbol etched into it.
Then her silver eyes began to glow.
A soft, faint hum filled the air, barely perceptible but enough to send a chill through the room.
"Ruby…" Yang said cautiously, stepping toward her.
Ruby's breathing was slow but heavy, and her gaze seemed locked on something unseen. The glow in her eyes intensified, almost pulsating like embers ready to ignite.
"Ruby," Weiss said, softer this time, reaching out to touch her arm. "Look at me."
Ruby blinked, snapping out of the trance-like state and meeting Weiss's concerned eyes. The glow dimmed, fading back to normal.
"I'm fine," Ruby said, though her voice was strained. She turned to Qrow and Ironwood. "Lock down the area. Search the perimeter. She's here—I know it."
Ironwood nodded without hesitation, already barking orders into his earpiece. Qrow stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the broken arrow in Ruby's hand.
"This doesn't make sense," Qrow muttered. "We haven't seen a trace of her in over two years."
Ruby's grip tightened around the arrowhead. "She's been waiting," she said. "Watching. And now she's ready to make her move."
Blake's ears twitched again, her eyes scanning the windows. "If she's here, then she wanted us to know. She wanted to send a message."
Yang stepped forward, her voice tense. "Then let's send one back."
"No," Ruby said sharply, cutting her off. "Not yet. We don't know what we're dealing with. If Cinder's here, she's not alone. We play this smart."
Yang frowned but nodded.
Goodwitch straightened, her expression hardening. "We'll make sure this building is secured. No one is leaving until we confirm the threat is neutralized."
Ruby nodded, slipping the broken arrowhead into her pocket. Her hand brushed against the cool metal, but her focus was already sharpening.
She glanced at the window the arrow had come through. Her mind replayed the split second she had seen the hooded figure standing there. Cinder.
Her heart pounded, but her expression remained steely.
If this was the beginning of another fight, then Ruby Rose was ready.