Ruby was feeling lonely. It had been a few weeks since herself, Blake, Sun, and Penny had confronted Roman Torchwick at the docks.

Actually, to be accurate, all Ruby did was sit in the sidelines while her friends did the fighting. She was nursing an injury that Torchwick gave her with that Roman Candlestick cane of his. After the fight, Blake became a bit more social. She made up with Weiss and put the whole "White Fang" thing behind them. Blake also got friendly with Sun, a monkey faunus, and by friendly, they started dating. Sometimes Blake would go out with Sun and not come back until late at night, and even so, when night came along, she came in through the room window (because all other entrances were locked) giggling and sometimes purring out of delight.

And then there was Penny, who disappeared after the whole thing. Ruby wondered what had happened to her, she disappeared right after Blake and Weiss had made up. The sad thing was that, although she was awkward, she really treated Ruby as a friend.

Today, Ruby felt especially lonely because on this particular saturday, Blake and Sun were out doing who-knows what. Weiss was in town stocking up on dust. Yang was spending time with her other friends. Jaune was practicing with Pyrrha on the roof, and Ren and Nora were making pancakes, something they always did when they were together. If Ruby were to try to join in with any of them, it would just be awkward.

Ruby wanted what all of them (with the exception of Weiss) had. A really good friend. She had her scythe, which she called her sweetheart. If weapons were people, she would easily be very social among them.

Speaking of weapons, Ruby was getting hers from her locker. She inputted her locker code and found that her crescent Rose was in good condition. She hugged her folded up scythe beloved; her only friend and companion, and cried.

Ruby was a kid, she just wanted to be loved. To see that everyone else around her wasn't lonely, just really hurt her. She wanted to feel, to love, to be loved in return. Her tears dripped silently on her scythe.

Ruby figured the best way to get her mind off of things was to go practice with her scythe for a while, maybe chop up a few trees in anger.

She took her scythe and expanded it to it's full form. A red crescent blade took form, as the tips folded away from the from the shaft of the scythe, which was about a foot taller than Ruby. She sighed as she took her craft and went to the exterior forest. She took out her scroll and logged that she was going into the forest. While awaiting permission and confirmation, she just counted the bullets in her magazine over and over and over again. Twenty-four bullets. She had a spare magazine just in case, but she was just lying down, looking up, letting the sun shine on everything but a sad little rose that was ready to wilt.