Authors note:

So this might be a long one, but its necessary. I want to explain the "rules" of this story, so that people can decide if it'll be something they will enjoy.

Now this is (clearly) an AU world. And I want to mostly clarify some rules of this AU. First of all, there are still humans and faunuses. Yet, the faunus race is treated like...well, Pets. They differ in intelligence (just like humans I guess...now That I think about it. - Note wrote after I re-read this A/N). They have a bit more animal traits, usually ending with 2-3, not just one. And I think that's it. Rest of the rules and stuff I think I can introduce in the story itself. And its enough for people to decide "Oh this story is dumb Ima not read it".

Oh and in case you didn't get that from the the title, the description, and the tags, it contains Ruby Faunus. And it might contain some very very vague and minimal references to Bumblebee in later chapters. But really, it won't be much. I think. I don't know. Fite me. Hot-dog

EDIT: So a lot of people might have the wrong idea. Ruby and Weiss "age difference" is the same as in the show. I don't like to be specific about age in my fics, since it would force me to like, research stuff about "What age would it be appropriate to do this or that" and I don't wanna do that. So they are just 2 years apart, or will be. Well same deal really. The title is basically me being (not really) creative and wanting to reference "How to train your dragon" In a way ...Also I hate coming up with titles so that was what I got and trust me, that was the best idea I had ...scary I know. So no, no child Ruby! Don't worry. At least no more then she was in the show.

Weiss woke up as always, her alarm clock painfully reminding her that her studying session of last night lasted for too long...again. She groaned as she hit the button to stop the annoying beeping, her head once more landing on the soft pillow as she let out a sigh.

She started considering her options for today. She could go back to sleep, skip her lectures and classes, not go to work, fail her studies, get fired, be broke, and end up as a bum and live under a bridge or something.

She could die, become an angel and peek on people doing embarrassing things. That was also an option. Although that would make her family and friends sad, so said option was immediately rejected.

Out of all the possible things she could do this morning, she once more convinced herself that it was best to just get up, and deal with the world.

She sat up and was immediately greeted with a horrifying sight. A mirror. She hated this mirror so much. Each and every morning it reminded her how awful she looks after waking up. Each and every morning it reminded her that she spent such a long time in the bathroom making sure to fix what night does to her hair and face. This mirror reminded her why she had to get up way earlier in the morning to face life.

She let out a groan, for two reasons. One was that she knew what was about to come. It was part of her daily life at that point. Regrets. How she could use her father money, live comfortably, focus on studies, get a job in the company, and live happy without ever having to worry.

But she didn't. She decided to take her own life and make it that. Her own. She would not be a spoiled brat. So here she was, waking up, after a long session of studying. In a small, rented apartment she barely had any money to pay for, because of her part time job and scholarship cash.

She moved her feet to slip them into the panda slippers she got from one of her friends. It was supposed to cheer her up each and every morning. Sadly it failed, and had quite the opposite effect. As each and every morning she had an urge to murder a certain black and white bear.

Coffee, that would cheer her up. Or at least wake her up, and that was a start.

oooOOOooo

Just the smell of her favorite beverage made her smile. As she sat on a chair, with laptop on her lap, coffee at her left, and a piece of toast to her right. Routine, both blessing and curse. But in days like this? A blessing.

She idly browsed through the university site, her university email, her personal email and the news site to see if she perhaps could be blessed by not having to go out in the morning and stay a bit, or even head back to bed.

Sadly nobody was sick, the classes and lectures were on, and no meteor will fall anywhere close to where she currently lived. Just her luck.

She took a bite of her toast. It was such a poor quality bread. But she got used to it. Really, out of everything that she had to get used to, food was the worst. And that was what almost made her quit her resolution at the first year of living like this. Food.

She couldn't cook, it just never clicked for her. She wouldn't burn down the kitchen making drinks or cornflakes or scrambled eggs, but she just never could grasp anything beyond the bare minimum. As such her breakfasts were simple, she often ate out and at best she could microwave some pre-made lunch sets. At this point she should have a discount on them, with how much she purchased over the one and a half year she lived here.

While the first year was chaos, the second one was just this. Routine. And she gladly embraced that. Chaos was the worst state one's life can be in.

Another sip, and another part of her brain booted up. She would be fully operational by the time her cup was empty each and every morning. And that was good, because she needed that. Coffee was the only thing she wasn't cheap about. She couldn't. If she couldn't have her coffee how she liked it, life wasn't worth living. End of story.

oooOOOooo

Getting up early had its perks. How water in the shower, was one. She paid a flat amount for this place, so she could use as much water as she wanted. Of course if she over did so, and the owner would notice, he'd either kick her out or raise her rent. But she never was someone who enjoyed to soak for hours. Just enough to make her body feel nice, worked especially well on those cold, soggy, rainy mornings.

This was also the place where she could get insightful about her socially induced complexes. Like how small her chest was in comparison to some of her friends, how boyish her hips were in comparison to some of her friends. And how those friends told her that she was alright looking. It was a never ending cycle.

It took her an hour to prepare at worst, and half an hour at best. Ten minutes if she overslept. But that just happened once. She still to this day felt bad for that one kid who saw her untidy, decaffeinated and late self. His mom did send her an email telling her he was getting over his trauma, so that was good. At least nothing to feel bad anymore...too Much.

She took a deep breath. For some reason having school uniforms felt...alright. Perhaps if she was her old, spoiled self, she would feel the need to rebel now and then, but nowadays? Nowadays she had too much on her mind to worry about what to wear and what not. So she embraced the idea that she will never look worse then anyone else.

Fully clothed, with her books and laptop in her bag, a coat for the morning chill and later for the evening cool air, Weiss was ready to start the day.

oooOOOooo

This wasn't the cleanest spot in the city. Well, it wasn't some kind of slums. Just her apartment was in the back of an alleyway. An alleyway where people loved to stack lots of weird trash. It was really amusing, there was a big line that grew bigger and bigger, and once it appeared too close to the main street? The city would be reminded to clean it, and it disappeared, only for the entire line of trash to start collecting again.

It amused her greatly to notice this pattern in her first year. And she enjoyed walking along it. To see what new things were added, or taken out. It became her everyday ritual to be sure to check on that.

Furniture, small coffee table with...are Those teeth marks? Goodness, someone was hungry. Parts of chair. Some small, low cart that looked like it was still operating, no idea why anyone threw it out. A lamp with a bat symbol. What looked to be half of a bicycle...How And why did anyone cut a bicycle in half? And where was the other half?! Did someone needed half of a bicycle and just threw the other one away? Ugh, this will bug her the entire bus ride now.

oooOOOooo

The university coffee machine wasn't the best around, but it did its job. It allowed for her to fulfill her coffee addiction. An addiction she swore she could quit at any time...she Just didn't want to.

"So which one is it so far?" There it was. Sound of her friend's voice. Weiss turned around to glare at the taller girl.

"Its my second, Yang. Why would you care?" The Schnee glared at the blond. Coffee was a sensitive subject to her. Especially if someone dared to even hint at her having to decrease the amount of it being poured down her system.

"Weiss, its 9 am, and you're already at your second one? That ain't healthy, girl." The blonde shook her head.

"Good, who wants to live forever. I'll gladly embrace my caffeinated death whenever it comes. Now let's go, we'll be late to grab the best spots." Weiss started to move, her Styrofoam cup in one hand. She missed Yang shaking her head once more, before catching up with the girl, as they both headed towards their classes.

oooOOOooo

Her work place was...weird. Not because of where she worked, or what she sold, or what she did at her work place. No, her workplace was a dream. Why? Because there weren't many customers, she had a lot of time to catch up with her studies, and they had coffee machine.

She never understood this, and she didn't want to know. What eyes can't see, heart won't regret. But she worked at a store with various knick knacks, books, comic books, some gadgets...everything And nothing, as she liked to think.

She got this job at her first year, and since then? She memorize the entire store. Perhaps that was what let her keep the job. By now, she knew more about where is what, then the store owner. Speaking of which...

...He Paid her enough to be able to cover her bills. And her scholarship could cover the rest, which was a good thing. Yet she always wondered, how did he earn his money. The store didn't have many customers. She always said, that at first sight of something suspicious, she would quit. But nothing suspicious would happen. No police, no nothing. So she decided not to question her luck...at Least out loud. And just enjoy her job for what it was. Peaceful, quiet, and profitable enough to keep her afloat.

oooOOOooo

Weiss yawned over her books. She checked the clock, and there it was. 10 pm. She had to push herself a bit more. One more hour, it should be enough to be prepared. At times like this, she regretted she didn't buy any of those energy drinks. But she opted to do that only when she's studying for an important exam.

Even she was self aware enough to know that mixing coffee with that kind of stuff ain't too healthy. And doing it on a daily basis would make her life miserable in the long run.

So here she was, praying to caffeine gods to give her a bit more strength, enough to endure another hour of books, diagrams, spreadsheets and other economy stuff. Yet deep down she knew how this will end. She will fall asleep on top of her books, wake up in a few hours, only to drag herself to bed.

It was almost sad how she knew all of that, yet did nothing to stop it. Ritual of routine, nothing less, nothing more.

oooOOOooo

Next day started a bit differently, as the clouds grumbled, threatening to bring rain, or at worst a storm. But Weiss was prepared for that, with her trusty umbrella and coat. And geared up, she left her small home to once more travel towards her destiny, the university.

She took a deep breath, yep, definitely will be raining later. It was something in the air that could always tell you about it.

And here it was, the line of trash and discarded items. Furniture, small coffee table with those teeth marks, Parts of chair. Some small, low cart that looked like it was still operating, still no idea why anyone would throw it out. A faunus girl in a box. A lamp with a bat symbol. Half of a bicycle...

Wait...

Weiss moved towards the box and its content. She had to make sure. And once she lined up with it, sure enough, it was there. Well, not it, but what Weiss assumed a She. Dark hair with red tips, black ears that turned more red towards the tips. And eyes, those...white? No, not white.

Silver eyes.

Authors Note 2:

The waking up part of Weiss routine is based off my own life...Well With exception of me having panda slippers. I wish I had panda slippers. Or maybe not. I'd rather not have murder instinct grew inside of me towards pandas.

I know its just a prologue, but I'd love to hear your opinions on the story idea. I know its just a concept at this point, but any kind of worries or ideas or suggestions or just comments/reviews in general are appreciated.

While the tags are limited, I'd go with romance, friendship, slice of life, hurt/comfort and a tiny bit of drama. Just enough to keep things rolling.