3

Sunlight filtered into the room, and everyone in Team RWBY lay swaddled up in the comfort of their beds, well, almost everyone. Bright eyed, and awake, sat their silver eyed leader, performing an inventory check on her ammunition stock. Having deduced that her reserves were fully stocked, Ruby moved onto Crescent Rose. Quickly disassembling the HCSS, Ruby meticulously cleaned the parts. From the barrel down to the bolt action, she left no piece untouched. Lately, Crescent Rose's trigger stiffened slightly whenever Ruby applied pressure to the small mechanism. Jamming up in the middle of an onslaught of Grimm… Ruby shuddered. That wouldn't be a pretty sight.

Her focus broke as the rustle of sheets being removed crackled in her ears. Turning her head, she saw a groggy Blake sitting up, rubbing her eyes; most likely trying to get rid of the lingering sleep in them before her eyes zoomed in on Ruby.

Ruby smiled. Blake had resembled a little kitten just now. A rather adorable sight, if you remembered that Blake hardly did anything that didn't portray calmness and serenity, grace and beauty, and Ruby's favourite of all natures. Blake's subtle sensuality. She resumed her maintenance, now in the stages of reassembling Crescent Rose.

"Heya, Blake. Sleep well?" Completely reconstructed, Crescent Rose transformed to its inactive form and lay upon the desk.

"Morning, Ruby. I did sleep well, thanks for asking." Blake said, a faint smile gracing her lips. Moving to the edge of the bed, she stood up and stretched before looking back to Ruby. "Why are you up so early?"

Ruby tensed momentarily, rigidly getting up from her seat to move over to her bunk. Laying down, her back to Blake, she answered, "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to do some upkeep on Crescent." She hoped the answer would suffice. Ruby didn't feel comfortable enough around the others to reveal any of her past just yet.

However, Blake did notice how tense she had become but kept the fact to herself. Personal issues belonged only to the person who shouldered them and no one else. Harsh, but true. Unless, somehow, said issue held some correlation between the bearer of the matter and a known associate. Meaning, whatever affairs Ruby had to deal with, she would have to face on her own until she felt confident enough in telling someone else. Blake knew everything there was to know about private affairs. She wore the championship belt of withholding private matters to one's self, after all. "I see." Not willing to force herself into something that didn't concern her, she relocated over to the bathroom and prepared for her day.

Blake re-entered the room, wearing her school uniform, her hands in her raven tresses as she tied her trademark bow; amber eyes zeroing in on her partner. The soft click of the door notified Yang, fully awake, of another presence in the room. Pausing her conversation with Ruby, she looked over to Blake and shook two fingers at her in a silent greeting. Blake nodded in acknowledgement before she focused on her task.

Her chat over, Yang excused herself from the room, returning a moment later with a box full of various goodies—in her opinion—and placed it on the carpet. Positioning herself on the floor, sitting cross-legged, Yang rummaged through her goods.

Silver eyes caught sight of movement in her partner's bunk. Weiss was beginning to stir. Ruby smiled, the smile becoming less innocent and a tip more devilish. Tip-toeing to the desk, Ruby took hold of the whistle that had been conveniently lying there. She really had no idea where it came from. As Weiss sat up and yawned, she came face to face with Ruby, a shiny, silver whistle poised between her lips.

"Ruby, wh-" Rudely interrupted, and positively startled as Ruby blew the whistle, Weiss fell face first onto the ground. Not even bothering to get up, Weiss rolled onto her side, her left propping up her head while the fingers on her other hand drummed on the fuzzy carpet. Upon closer inspection, a pink-ish blemish ran across her nose.

"Ruby," the heiress said calmly, "I sincerely hope for your sake, and mine, but mostly yours, that you have a feasible explanation for doing that."

"What? You wanna be late on the first day of being an official member of Team RWBY. Plus, I'm really excited to be on a team with you guys." She smiled as she extended her hand for the heiress to take. Weiss accepted it but broke all form of contact once she stood on her feet. Instead of feeling only a pair of gunmetal eyes on her, the notion that two more pairs of eyes were on her caused Weiss to look back at Ruby, realizing that the other two pairs of eyes belonged to Yang and Blake, who were fully clothed in their school attire. Taking the silent hint, Weiss gathered her own garments before heading off to tidy up.

Ruby couldn't contain her excitement any longer. The whole team stood awake, ready to embark on their first day as an official team, students of Beacon Academy, and future huntresses of Remnant.

"Gah! I can't hold it anymore!" Jumping on the closest chair in the room, she raised her fist in the air. "Time to get down to business!"

"Get. Down." Something cold plummeted down Ruby's stomach when those icy, sapphire spheres landed on her.

Ruby quickly, and fearfully, stepped off the chair before putting it back in its original position. Ruby swallowed when she stupidly made eye contact with Weiss. That gaze remained bone-chilling.

"R-Right!" Ruby smartly chipped over to Yang and Blake, placing herself between them and putting as much distance between her and Weiss as possible. "Our first order of business is to-" She motioned to Yang.

"Decorate!" Yang chimed in, her hands full of her own luggage.

"What?" Weiss shrieked as she looked at the blonde.

"We still have to unpack," Blake supplied, and raised her suitcase, her possessions falling out on queue, "and clean."

The tiny Rose reached for the whistle again but faltered when her inhibitions warned her against it. That, and the way Weiss' head had whipped around to stare at her, sub-zero scowl still in effect. Did Weiss have a sixth sense or something?

"Alright! Weiss, Blake, Yang, and their fearless leader, have begun their first mission together. Banzai!" Ruby yelled as she raised her fist in the air.

"Banzai!" Blake and Yang joined Ruby, their fists also sky high.

"..." Weiss turned away from the juvenile antics, and walked to her bed, bending slightly to smoothen out the creases in the cover sheet. Picking up a pillow, she began to fluff it before setting it back down on the bed. "I must say, I'm surprised you actually did that silly celebration." She said loud enough for Blake to hear as she passed by.

"Well, Ruby's childlike enthusiasm can be… infectious." Blake said a soft smile on her lips.

"And dangerous, but I suppose you have a point." Weiss glanced at her watch. "We should hurry if we want to make it to class on time."

Blake hummed in agreement before taking part in the renovations.

Morning Classes

Decorating their dorm took a bit longer than they originally thought. With Ruby clumsily cutting the curtain in half and then having the crazy idea of turning their beds into bunks when the room proved too cluttered for normal single beds, time had been severely wasted. Sprinting across campus to the class proved to be exhausting as Weiss and Yang panted while Blake was hardly fazed. Both of them looked at Ruby, who didn't appear to be tired or drained at all, in fact, she looked perfectly okay.

"Why aren't you out of breath?" Weiss asked, slowly regaining her breath.

"My semblance is speed so…" Ruby rolled her hand, hoping Weiss would put the pieces together. She gave a thumbs up when Weiss' lips formed a perfect 'o' in understanding. The four girls climbed up the stairs to their seats, situating themselves in the front row since class was about to start.

Most of the people Ruby had met in her couple of days at Beacon were sat in the room. Team JNPR included. And, one of her favourite members from Team JNPR, was in the room as well. Pyrrha offered Ruby a timid smile and wave, which she gleefully returned. Shortly after, the teacher came in and greeted the class.

"Good morning, class. It is very nice to meet you all. I am Professor Port, and today, we're going to talk about the Grimm. Hopefully, after today's class, you'll all be able to become a great huntsman or huntress much like I was back in my golden days. " The class proceeded as Professor Port recounted his glory days when he was a young huntsman and how he slew many a different Grimm. Meanwhile, Ruby was drifting in and out of sleep, a little snot bubble coming from her nostril.

"Now, would one of you youngsters care to try and test your skill as Huntsmen, or Huntress, in training." Professor Port said as he finished his story. Next to him, was a cage which currently holds an imprisoned Grimm, its blood red eyes standing out in the darkness as it rampantly banged against the cage. Ironically, Ruby's snot bubble burst and woke her up at this time.

"Hmm, if no one is going to volunteer, I'll choose one of you." He scanned the room, searching the room for the perfect test subject until his seemingly closed eyes landed on Weiss. "What about you, Ms. Schnee? Would you care to give it a shot?" Professor Port asked. Weiss wordlessly bowed her head as she prepared Myrtenaster for battle.

Weiss stood in front of the classroom, preparing herself for her battle with the Boarbatusk in the cage. Posture, and stance both on point, Weiss expertly poised Myrtenaster.

"Let the match begin!" Shouted Professor Port as he smacked the lock, the Grimm bursting forth from its metal cell, and charging at Weiss.

The silver-haired teen braced herself as the beast rushed her. When the Boarbatusk was about to impale her with its tusk, she sidestepped and slashed at its side, only to be surprised as her slash was deflected by its armour plating.

"You weren't expecting that, were you?" Professor Port chuckled. Weiss recovered from the shock before charging at the Boarbatusk, but the Grimm craftily stuck her weapon between its horns and tossed her across the room. Weiss hit the tiles with a 'thump', Myrtenaster being dislodged from the impact.

The Grimm presented no pause as it bolted for the downed heiress, its tusks lowered near the floor as it readied to scrape her up off the floor. Weiss timed the beast, waiting for the right moment to move before she flipped onto her feet and sped for her weapon.

"Weiss! Go for the stomach, there's no armour there!" Ruby yelled supportively to Weiss.

'Of course, why didn't I remember that. I guess Ruby is a little smarter than I took her for.' With that in mind, Weiss formulated a plan on the spot.

"Ruby, how do you even know that?" Yang had never known her sister to be attentive in class when it came to lectures.

"It helps to know your enemy's weak spot when you're a huntress. Besides, you know how much I enjoy killing things with my precious honey." Yang wasn't sure if it was the lighting, or if she was still feeling light-headed from the sprint, but she was almost sure she saw tiny hearts in Ruby's eyes at the word 'killing.'

Bloodthirsty and enraged, the Boarbatusk started a headlong rush forward. Flicking her wrist, she summoned a Glyph in front of her. Too late to stop, the monster crashed straight into the glyph, the force behind the collision sending backwards on its back. Another flick, another glyph summoned, this one to her rear. Backflipping, Weiss planted her boots on the glyph and propelled herself onward to the stunned Grimm. Myrtenaster punctured its soft underbelly with a satisfying 'squelch'.

Weiss breathed heavily. Fight over and beast slain, she'd won.

Ruby was the first out of her seat when the match was over.

"That was amazing, Weiss!" Ruby congratulated her, practically jumping on Weiss. The heiress was too tired to complain about the touching, so she let Ruby have her moment. Yang and Blake stepped closer to Weiss, checking to see if she had any injuries. Seeing none, Yang placed a hearty slap on Weiss' back, nearly sending her and Ruby toppling over.

"Nice going out there, Ice Queen." Yang stuck her tongue out when Weiss glowered at her.

"Boarbatusk. Heavily armoured type of Grimm. However, their underside is moderately unprotected and vulnerable. Little to no body armour." Weiss recited, staring into blank space before she gazed at Ruby. "I guess you do know a little something… for a dolt, that is." Weiss smiled a very faint smile, but it was a smile.

"Hehehe," Ruby giggled.

Dorms: Team RWBY

Ruby hopped onto her bed while everyone occupied themselves with other things. She grabbed her weapon and started to polish her baby. Crescent Rose would never have a dull blade or have her frame plates looking lackluster. Not when Ruby was around. Weiss sat her desk and studied, thinking it best for her to revise her Grimm and their faults. Meanwhile, Blake picked up a book she had recently bookmarked, opening it and losing herself in the ink blotted pages. In other news, Yang did her daily activity. Lounging on her bed, and do nothing at all.

"Wow, I didn't expect classes to go by so fast," Ruby piped up.

"You fell asleep for most of them, what did you think happened," Weiss said bluntly, not peeling her eyes away from her notes. Yang laughed at the heiress' comment, and even Blake couldn't hold in the little chuckle that escaped her.

"Hey, why are you guys laughing at me?" She pouted, quirking her head to the side, no longer polishing the already sparkling scythe.