AN: It's been a long time since I've written fanfiction, but I felt compelled beyond all reason to do a RWBY Rock story. I don't know why, but everything about it just stuck in my head and wouldn't leave me alone, so here I am now. I'm not going to lie and say that I thought of any of this. This is pretty much countless headcannons and pictures and scenarios from others that I have decided to smash together and sort through the tangled mess until it turns into something that I feel is beautiful. My infinite thanks go out to all of the people who contributed to the au (especially Xekstrin) and I hope you guys like it.

It's gonna be quite the adventure (I plan on making it quite long.) Lot's of happy, lot's of sad. Lot's of humor, lot's of anger. The main pairings I have here will be Freezerburn and Ladybug. It's rated the way it is for: Violence, drug and alcohol use, sexual situations, supremely vulgar language, Yang being hot, and the overall darkness of some parts.

Hangovers were a necessary evil for all functional alcoholics. They could range from a slight throb or upset stomach, to brain melting migraines that made the young woman feel as though she had the another french revolution going on in her head. This was not the 'night out with friends' kind of hangover. It wasn't even the 'bad breakup drinking' hangover. This was the 'challenged three people to a drinking contest, and won' hangover, and it left her tangled in her sheets, groaning quietly.

In fact, if the woman had been in any less pain, she would've proudly proclaimed it to be a 'Yangover'.

"Hey Yang," A soft, but still too loud, voice roused her, "How are you feeling?"

"I regret everything." She rasped, cracking open one eye. The intense light made her rethink that decision too. She buried her head in the blankets.

"I have some toast and aspirin for you." The voice beckoned again. A gentle hand rubbed her shoulder, most likely trying to lure her from her blanket sanctuary.

She squinted her eyes as she peaked outside the blankets. The light still burned, but the effects had lessened slightly by then. A weak smile pulled at her lips at the sight of her energetic sister holding a plate and a glass of water.

"Thanks Ruby, you're a life saver." She said in a voice just louder than a whisper. Ruby nodded and set the offerings down on the nightstand, "Let me know when you're feeling a bit better, we still have to talk about tonight's show." Yang grumbled a reply and Ruby left her exhausted sister to recover.

After an hour, some aspirin, and a heavenly shower, Yang made her way to her sisters room. She knocked a couple of times before she was invited in. Ruby was sitting on her bed. A pair of headphones rested around her neck and her beloved notebook laid in her lap. She was smiling, as she was almost every time she saw the blonde.

It never ceased to amaze Yang how positive she could be. They were definitely not well off. With their adoptive dad being unable to work and his pension from the military barely covering house payments and some of the utilities, the girls had to pick up odd jobs where they could to pay for the rest, but they didn't mind. Ruby was able to fix almost any electronic you could throw at her, and with Yang's extensive knowledge of anything with an engine they were able to pay most of the bills. The shows they did at an assortment of dive bars and shoddy clubs was able to make up for what they couldn't. Despite being down on their luck, they were a happy family. Ruby kept Yang happy, Yang kept Ruby safe, and their dad loved them both like they were his own flesh and blood. Her family was something Yang treasured above all else.

Her eyes were excited and curious as she looked at Yang. The blonde walked over to sit next to her. "So how was it?" Ruby asked. Yang shrugged, "It was alright. The environment's the same, but being famous there certainly helps in the free drink department." The smaller girl giggled and nudged her sister, "What do you think of these as the lyrics for our song? They might love us, but I don't think they want to listen to instrumentals all night. Look! I even have a part for you!"

Yang held back a chuckle at the enthusiasm, but took the page. She already knew it would be amazing, but she looked it over. She couldn't help the wide smile that spread across her face as she read through, especially when she got to her part. This was a new level, even for Ruby.

"How the hell did you come up with this?"

Ruby grinned, "Well, you're always taking care of me and keeping me out of trouble. I just wanted to write something about you."

Yang pulled her sister into a rib-crushing hug, "I love it!" She squealed.

She had originally went along with Ruby's plan to start a band to make her happy, but it were moments like these that made everything worth it. Not to mention that playing the drums resonated with her on some level. She always did like hitting things.

"Yang!" The shorter girl squeaked, "I can't-... can't breath!"

Yang pouted, but loosened her grip a little. She figured it wouldn't do any good to strangle her sister before the show. When Ruby finally managed to squirm out of the steel hug, she jumped away. "C'mon! We gotta rehearse before the show!"

…

"Sis, relax! How many times have we done this?" The blonde asked the smaller woman that was checking and rechecking their equipment obsessively. Ruby quickly ran over to another instrument, inspecting the wires. "That makes it worse! They've seen us before, what if we're worse than last time Yang? What if we disappoint them!?" She shrieked, finally turning to the blonde.

This happened every time. To Yang, it seemed a bit odd. She knew for a fact that Ruby loved music, and that she loved expressing herself this way. But she was a complete mess before every show. She got shaky and nervous and it took one of Yang's pep talks for her to even begin. Despite her nervousness, she always felt happy and enthusiastic after the show, and that sight never failed to lift Yang's spirits.

"Ruby, they're drunk. They won't notice if we're different from last time. They probably don't even remember last time." Ruby took a deep breath. Her shaking was more noticeable now that she wasn't bolting from one thing to another. "You're probably right. They love us, don't they?" She said, giving Yang a nervous smile. The blonde had to hold back a squeal and another bone-breaking hug at the look. She was just so adorable! "They adore us." She confirmed, smirking and stepping forward to fix her sisters beanie. She could at least do this much without baring the brunt of embarrassed outrage from the little tornado.

It was red and black, matching her solid black pants and red hoodie. She made sure her own attire (neon orange pants with a matching scarf and her favorite "Hot To The Touch" t-shirt) was in order before picking up the microphone and retreating behind her drumset. "Look alive Sis, we're on."

Ruby picked up her beloved guitar and walked over to stand near her own microphone

"Now, for our next band of the night, Red Eye!" A crackling voice sounded over the speakers.

Suddenly, a sickly yellow spotlight turned on, nearly blinding the shorter one. The older however seemed to draw strength from it. A wide smile spread across her face that drew attention to the two triangular tattoos under her her lips. "Are you guys ready!?" She yelled to the crowd, even though her microphone was on. The result was her voice booming throughout the entire bar. Ruby saw a few that were closer to the speakers clutch their ears, expressions morphed into pain and confusion at the sudden yell.

The crowd screamed back at her nonetheless. "You better be fucking ready! I'm Yang Xiao Long, and this is Ruby Rose. We're Red Eye, and we have five new songs for you!"

She nodded to Ruby. Ruby looked out at the crowd, her muscles relaxing slightly. The nervousness that plagued her before the show seemed to fall away from her like water on duck feathers. "This first song is called, "I Burn"!" Ruby yelled, her voice full of an emotion that Yang couldn't place, but was strong and passionate. This was going to be fun.

Glasses clinked against tables and bars as people talked among themselves, some a bit louder than others with the alcohol running through their veins. The air stank of stale beer and bad decisions, but the patrons seemed merry all the the same.

A little too merry for the woman walking around the tables, sidestepping a few grabbing hands. She was tempted to swat them away with her riding crop, but figured she didn't want to start a fight in such an unfamiliar place. Her nose wrinkled and she gave a look that just screamed 'murder' at the owner of a hand that came particularly close to her back end.

"This had better be good!" She barked as she reached the person that had called her to this insufferable pigpen. Green eyes looked up at her and pierced lips rose in a smile. Her red hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail and her black and yellow vest hung haphazardly on her shoulders with her relaxed posture. Tattoos with Greek words and symbols adorned her arms, and probably more had her clothing been more revealing.

"What's wrong Glynda? Not proper enough for you?" She chuckled softly. "I just don't see how you can come to these kinds of places. Pyrrha, You're a world renowned artist for Oums sake" Glynda said, sitting down in the cleanest chair she could find at the table. "You could at least afford to go somewhere a little less… mangy?"

At this, Pyrrha giggled. Glynda scowled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just find it a lot more comfortable here than those fancy clubs. It's a community. And my community has brought something to my attention."

She was about to continue scolding when the owner read out the next band. Promptly, a blonde began to scream into the microphone, making her want to screech and cover her ears. Between her and the roaring crowd, she could hardly hear herself think. Things settled down a little before the other girl onstage announced what they were singing.

Glynda's eyes widened at the duo. At first she thought others might appear, but was proved wrong as they began to play by themselves.

"Come at me

And you'll see

I'm more than meets the eye

You think that

You'll break me

You're gonna find in time…"

The crowd, drunk and sober alike, had their eyes glued to the stage. Her ears were throbbing and she knew that she would have a migraine from hell later, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She could see now why Pyrrha had called her here.

"You're standing too close to a flame that's burning

hotter than the sun in the middle of July!

Sending out your army but you just can't win,

listen up, silly boy, cause I'm gonna tell you why."

"I burn!" They chorused.

"Can't hold me now,

and you know that,"

"I burn!"

"Swing all you want,

like a fever I'll take you down!"

They definitely had the passion down. Glynda could see it in the smaller one's face as she plucked furiously at the strings of her electric guitar and in the tensed muscles of the blonde playing her drums.

"Reign supreme?

In your dreams.

You'll never make me bow.

Kick my ass?

I'm world class,

and super saiyan now!

You're starting a fight that you just can't finish!

Watch the little hearts as they scrape you off the floor.

Bringing out your rockets? Well shoot 'em up baby,

high as you can go but I'm the one who's gonna soar!"

While they were incomplete, the small one's hands flew up and down the neck of her guitar with precision and skill that gave the effect of two guitarists. The blonde was a good drummer, but Glynda wondered what else she could do. For one, she certainly riled everyone up. Their band was missing so much, but they made up for it with raw energy.

"It doesn't have to be this way!

Let's kiss and make up and you'll learn.

You can fight your life away!

I get what I want so don't bother and just watch me burn."

Another thing that surprised her, was when the drummer began to sing. Well, more like rap. There was definitely something she could do. But that was common. The thing that had the scout surprised was that her arms didn't slow the slightest bit. If anything, she slammed the drum sticks down harder as her eyes looked out into the crowd, a toothy smile giving her a violent edge.

"Hotter than the sun

Feel my fire

Pyromaniac: My desire

Thought that you could see the truth

Til I just burned down the booth

Human Torch can't fuck with me

Johnny Blaze: Suspect B

Strike 'em quick, lighting fast

Melt them bitches down to ash!"

Her sister joined her with her guitar. The passion and intensity matched her fiery counterpart as if she were singing too. She could see the way the two fed on each others excitement.

"Gasoline, kerosene;

Strike the match, ignite the scene

Shit will never be the same

Feel the fury of my flame!

Beg for mercy: it won't help;

Embrace the ending you were dealt!

Seems you fucks will never learn

Now sit back and watch me burn"

By the end of the song, Glynda herself clapped. While it was nothing close to the cheering and screaming of the rest of the bar, the reserved woman had her own ways of showing appreciation.

The other four songs had much to be desired in a name (Go Eat A Giant Dick, I Honestly Don't Give Two Shits, How About No, and the upbeat Your Voice Makes Me Want To Rip Off My Ears) and the vocals could use some work, but not even the picky talent scout could deny that the instrumental and lyrics were amazing.

Pyrrha chuckled at the excited crowd. She may not have been a scout, but she could see talent when it was laid out on a platter before her. Glynda respected her for that.

When all was sang and played and the spotlight's harsh beam stuttered out to leave the stage in darkness once again, the sisters looked at each other. Both were panting from the mix of hard playing and adrenaline coursing through their veins, but smiles lit up their faces nonetheless.

They packed up everything quickly, hard pressed to make conversation over the screaming of the bar. Despite Yang's protests (Ruby had to remind her that she was the one driving home), they didn't stick around. They left promptly through the back exit.

The shorter sister shivered slightly in the cool air, but inhaled deeply. The air out here was clear and crisp compared to inside. The older, however, seemed unaffected either way. It was just on the edge of Autumn and Winter. Yang didn't care for the winter.

"I think they liked us." Yang said, shooting her sister a smirk. She held a majority of the cases with ease.

Ruby smiled widely, "Me too! That was awesome! Did you see how pumped they were!" She continued to ramble on as Yang simply smiled and listened.

Yang was about to reply to something the excited girl said when something at the end of the ally caught her attention. Or rather, someone. Two someones. One had a sour look on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. The other had blazing red hair and a relaxed smile. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her faded jeans.

Red flags went up in her head. Her muscles tensed and her eyes flew around the alley, looking for possible escape routes for her sister. She could take care of them herself, she rationalized, but she didn't know if they had any weapons, or worse, a gun.

Ruby looked up at her sister, confused by the prolonged silence. She saw the upright posture that she had come to associate with her sisters fighting stance and the burning lilac gaze focused at the end of the alley. Taken aback, her own eyes swung to the opening.

Her first reaction was much like her sisters', but something about one of the unexpected threats made her think twice.

"Yang-" She started, but was cut off almost immediately.

"I want you to go back into the bar, Ruby. Get the owner and tell-"

"Yang!" She said again, her voice slightly louder.

Yang looked down at her sister curiously, her mouth pressed into a tight-lipped frown. She looked about ready to drop their cases and proceed to break faces in. She was gonna die before she let her little sister get mugged in an alley by some random punks. Well dressed punks, but punks none the less.

"Yang, that's Pyrrha Nikos." She breathed, her eyes wide.

Yang's' eyebrows knit together and she did a double take.

"Holy shit..."

Seeing as the two musicians stopped their trek, the women decided to take it upon themselves to finish it.

"Hey, I really liked your show and I wa-"

"Yang! she liked our show!" Ruby shrieked, her entire body vibrating with excitement. She was meeting Pyrrha Nikos. The most popular musician in all of Vale. She didn't know whether to drop her bags and embrace the woman, or run in the opposite direction in embarrassment at her seeing her all gross and sweaty after the gig.

"OhmyOumit'ssonicetomeetyouIcan'tbelievethisisactuallyhappening!" She screeched, on the edge of hyperventilating.

The redheads smile faltered slightly and her eyebrows knit together as she tried to decipher the woman's excited squealing.

Yang tried to push down her own excitement and rested a nervous hand on Ruby's shoulder. "Ruby she was trying to say something."

Ruby gasped, her cheeks flushing, "I'm so, so sorry! What were you saying?"

Glynda, fed up with watching the exchange silently, stepped forward to intercept the question. "What she was saying before you so rudely interrupted," She shot a scowl at the sheepish looking girl, "Was that we would like you to come work for Beacon, if you're willing."

Yang's eyebrows flew up. A job with Beacon? The most famous record dealers in vale? How could they say no?! She quickly looked at her little sister. It would crush any money problems they had. They wouldn't have to worry about bills or food or clothes for once. They wouldn't have to keep towing the line between poor and broke. She knew that Ruby had dreamed about this since they started their band and couldn't help but watch carefully for her little sister's' reaction.

Ruby fainted.

AN: There's the first of many chapters. If you'd like to review and give me some criticism, or even just let me know how you feel about it so far, I would appreciate it.

Until next time friends.

-Vox