AN: Normally this would be at the end, but for now I'm having this up here. Got this idea recently and I decided to run with it, but I changed things up a bit. I decided to write a pairing that I've gotten into more recently that doesn't get much attention. So hopefully it turns out great.

AS A WARNING, THIS STORY MAY (meaning that it most likely will at some points) CONTAIN SENSITIVE TOPICS! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!

If you don't want to read some things which may or may not cause triggers, then just be aware that this story will have moments in most of the chapters. I wouldn't put this here if I felt it didn't need it, but it does so be aware of that, ok?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this!

*Riiiiiiiiing*

Pyrrha sighed as she closed her textbook at the signal that class was over. Her last class of the day was now over and she started to make her way out of the school and to her home. A smile graced her face as she walked past everyone in the hallways, much like she usually had on when she was in school and around her friends. It was moments like these, where Pyrrha say the friendly faces of everyone, that made her feel great.

To say that Pyrrha was a vastly popular girl was an understatement. Just about everyone in the school liked her to some degree, and most of the time, no one said anything bad about her, at least to her face. She was one of the star players on the school softball team, as well as the class president of her grade. That itself said enough about how much Pyrrha was liked among her peers.

It also helped that Pyrrha had a very friendly appearance to her. She was tall yes, but it didn't do anything to deter others from approaching her. She sported long crimson red hair that was usually kept up in a ponytail and a headband, and she often wore jeans and a nice shirt to school, only deviating every so often when she felt like mixing things up, or had some event going on that she needed to dress up for.

"Hey there Pyrrha!"

Pyrrha turned towards the sound of the voice that called out to her, which turned out to be her friend Yang Xiao Long. The two of them had been friends for a long time, as was Yang's younger sister Ruby. To see her close friend put an even bigger smile on Pyrrha's face.

"Oh hello Yang, how are you doing?" Pyrrha replied in return.

"Useless and pathetic, that's what you are!"

The sudden thought that appeared in Pyrrha's head surprised her internally, though she didn't let her surprise reach the surface. It wasn't the first time that she had thoughts of things that were said before, she had gotten used to keeping herself from letting the thoughts reach anywhere past her mind.

"I'm doing alright, but man, Oobleck's lectures really bore me," Yang said.

"I'm pretty sure it could be worse for you though," Pyrrha mentioned. As she walked through the halls, more and more people said hello to her or waved to her as she walked by.

"True, but hey, at least it's almost the weekend."

"That it is," Pyrrha reached her locker and started to open it up. "Alright, we'll I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Sure thing!" Yang answered, giving Pyrrha a pat on the back. Then she turned and made her way out of the building.

Pyrrha returned her attention to her locker, her mind overflowing with thoughts that would trouble most people.

" 'You little whore' 'I wish you were dead' 'My daughter Pyrrha, the pathetic little slut!' "

"Pyrrha?"

A second voice surprised Pyrrha a little more than usual, but when she turned to see who it was, her heart started to soar. Her close friend Ruby Rose was standing next to her.

"Hey sorry Ruby, didn't see you there at first," Pyrrha replied. "What's up?"

"Not much, did you see Yang go by?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah, I actually just saw her a minute ago, why?"

"Darn it, did she start to head out the door?"

"That's what I'm thinking," Pyrrha replied as she finished grabbing her things from the locker and closing it. "I'll walk out with you since I'm guessing you're heading that way anyway."

"Thanks Pyrrha," Ruby said.

As the two of them walked out of the school, they talked about how classes went for each other. The entire time they did, Pyrrha didn't have a single negative thought cross her mind at all. That was one of the benefits of being around Ruby, her abundance of positivity just soared through Pyrrha and helped her overcome the terrible things that had been said to her throughout her life.

It was one of the many reasons why Pyrrha was in love with Ruby.

By the time they got outside, Pyrrha was on the verge of laughing uncontrollably. She knew that Ruby was a funny person, and on many occasions was treated to a wonderful set of laughs. The two of them approached Yang's car, neither of them wanting the conversation to end.

"Well, I guess this is my stop," Ruby said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Pyrrha replied. "I'll see you tomorrow Ruby."

"Yep, have a good evening Pyrrha!" Ruby exclaimed as she climbed into her sister's car.

With that, Pyrrha turned around to begin her own trek back to her home. She was one of the only people who were within walking distance of the school, though she probably would've had to walk home even if she wasn't.

The long walk gave Pyrrha time to think about a lot of things, one of the most important being her home life. It wasn't something she shared with anyone for good reasons, in her own words, her home life sucked. The smile she had from her conversation with Ruby started to fade, leaving behind a familiar feeling of dread overtaking her. Pyrrha didn't ever look forward to going home after school.

Pyrrha happened to be the only child of an abusive mother and an alcoholic father. Her mother would often yell at her over something menial and pointless, frustrated that she had to deal with a husband who was drinking by the time he made it back home from work. Often times if Pyrrha was seen by her mother, it would result in a verbal berating at Pyrrha's expense, though it did get physical on a few occasions. Her mother called her almost every name under the sun, without remorse, so Pyrrha harbored some very intense hatred for her mother.

Her father was a different story though, and she had a more complex relationship with him. Pyrrha's father may have be an alcoholic, but he still cares for Pyrrha and would show affection for her on occasion. None the less, Pyrrha still resented him because of his alcoholic tendencies. He never made it to one of her softball games, he didn't act like a father normally would, and despite the knowledge that he cared, it strained his relationship with Pyrrha to an almost irreparable point. Out of her parents, Pyrrha liked her father more than her mother, for obvious reason.

About a half an hour later, Pyrrha arrived at her home. 'Home sweet hellhole,' She thought to herself as she walked through the gate to their front yard, if you could call it that. The house she lived in looked really run down and most people wouldn't expect her to be the one living in it. But she makes due with what she is given, even if she doesn't have much to go off of. The front lawn had junk and scrap of all kinds littering around in random places, left where they were for years at a time ever since Pyrrha was younger.

Once she walked through the front door, she walked straight to the refrigerator and grabbed enough food to last her through the night, as well as one of the beers that her father kept in there. Her father had enough alcohol that he wouldn't notice one bottle of beer go missing every so often, or at least once a day. Taking a look around the house, it wasn't much better than the outside was. Papers scattered across the tables, junk piled up in random places, and a thick layer of dust coated most of the furniture.

Pyrrha grabbed a plate from the cabinet and ran it under the sink, only to have the water coming out of it tinted a light brown color.

"Note to self, fix the damn water main this weekend when mom and dad are at work," Pyrrha said to herself as she thought of how long it was going to take to fix that. It was moments like that where Pyrrha was glad that she kept a supply of water bottles in her room, along with other things to keep herself from having to deal with her parents.

Taking the plate in one hand and the food she grabbed in the other, Pyrrha walked through her house towards her room. She had to walk up a flight of stairs to reach her room, and was grateful that her room was the only room on her floor besides closets and the guest bedroom that no one uses. Once she reached her room, she opened the door and felt an immediate rush of relief overcome her. She took the food that she grabbed and threw most of it into the mini-fridge that she kept in her room, then took one of the bottles of water she kept and walked it over to the bathroom with the plate she brought up with her as well.

Once she reached the bathroom, it was a simple wipe down of the plate with the water from the bottle before she returned to her room. In comparison to the rest of the house, her room was probably the diamond within the rough that was called her home. The room looked clean and fresh compared to the rest of the place, but Pyrrha wasn't one to clean up often. She just happened to actually clean up one a week when her room needed it.

Sitting down at her desk, Pyrrha opened up the fridge to pull out some of the cold cuts she grabbed from earlier, as well as a couple of slices of lettuce and tomato and used it to make a sandwich. With her after school snack in hand she reached into her bag to pull out the textbooks she got from school so that she could get her homework done now. She had some peace and quiet with her parents gone, and she needed to take advantage of it while she had the chance to do so. Who knows how long it would be until her parents got home and her mother started to yell at her father for being drunk, or her for one reason or another. Her mother always seemed to yell any chance she got, so these quiet moments were a godsend to Pyrrha.

She didn't know how long had passed since she started working on her homework, but before she knew it, there was a knock on the door to her room.

"Come in," She said, hoping it wasn't her mother.

Much to her relief, she saw the familiar thick mustache of her father peek through the entrance to her room. "Hey, sorry to bother you, but there seems to be something wrong with the water-"

"I already know dad," Pyrrha interrupted. "I noticed when I got home from school. Don't worry I'll take care of it this weekend while you and mom are at work."

"You don't have to do that," Her father argued. Pyrrha noticed him come further into the room and she saw the bottle of beer in his hand, halfway empty already. "I'll take care of it when I get the chance."

"It's just easier if I do it dad," Pyrrha retorted. She wanted to tell him it was because she didn't trust him to actually go and get it done, but she had enough respect and care for him to not hurt him too badly. She knew he cared after all, and she didn't want to end up like her mother. "You're busy and I don't think anyone will want to wait until you have a free moment with work to get it done. If I do it, then it can get done sooner."

Her father looked like he wanted to argue, but there was something in his eyes that held him back. "Yeah, I guess you're right," He said, standing behind Pyrrha and kissing the top of her head. "Don't hesitate to call me if you need help though."

"I will dad," Pyrrha said, eager to get back to her homework, which she was almost done with. That being said, her father decided to take that moment to leave and return to whatever it was that he was doing before he came up to talk with her.

Pyrrha was so close to finishing her homework after her father came up to talk with her about an hour prior. That was when she heard the front door open again and a familiar voice echo through the halls of her home. The shrill cry of her mother yelling to her father about his drinking already started up. In that moment, Pyrrha decided that now was the best time to open up that bottle of beer that she grabbed earlier and enjoy it's numbing effects, what little effect it actually had though.

That's how it usually was for Pyrrha each night, she would stay up in her room and avoid leaving unless it was absolutely necessary. Her parents were usually arguing about one thing or another, and when she stepped out it usually meant that she had a higher chance of getting caught in the middle, or having the attention pushed on her for something she supposedly did. All throughout the night she heard her mother yelling, her father's slurred responses, and the beer she had did pretty much nothing to help her except lower her desire to leave her room. She would eventually fall asleep at night, only to wake up the next day and do everything all over again.

When the morning did come to her that next day, she woke up with a slight headache, nothing unnatural, but it was her own doing after all. One thing Pyrrha found out early on, was that no matter how much she had to drink, a little or a lot, she would always wake up with a dull headache. Better when she had a lot to drink, but really bad when it was nothing more than a shot's worth of alcohol.

Slipping out of the bed, Pyrrha changed into a set of clean clothes and walked downstairs. Usually her parents were awake well after she left for school, their days starting much later than hers did. Once she was downstairs, she opened up the fridge and grabbed her breakfast, as well as enough stuff to make a sandwich for her father so he could have lunch at work that day. It wasn't much, but Pyrrha considered it her way of showing that she cared for him, much like he cared for her. Once she was done, she wrote his name on the sandwich and put it back into the fridge so that it didn't go bad, then she turned and walked out the door.

Normally Pyrrha would be glad that she was out of the house, but something about that day just wasn't going well for her. She didn't seem to be in a very good mood, which wasn't natural for her. She let the thought slip from her mind as she walked the streets towards school so that she could enjoy a reprieve from the chaos that was her home life.

Once she arrived at the school, she was back to her usual smile and friendly demeanor, not letting anyone know about what was really going on inside of her head. That was something she very much liked keeping under wraps, so no one else knew what was really going on, and that was just the way she liked it.

AN: Note, this fic will update on a bi-weekly schedule. I don't know how long it'll be, but for now it's planned on being somewhat short (somewhere between the length of Best of the Best and Of Roses and Dragons) though don't hold me to it ok?

-Noble