I do not own RWBY. RWBY and all of its characters belong to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

This fanfic is written for those who love Whiterose and for their enjoyment. All readers are welcome, so please enjoy!

It had been years. She may never seem like the kind of girl to ever get muddy or splattered with paint, but each time she entered the battlefield, she'd come out unrecognizable. And she loved it.

Her marker was a part of her, a gift she had received from her mother a long time ago. Paintball had become one of her favorite things in life, and she even took it to a professional level. She loved the thrill of running in a muddy field covered in oil paints and broken shells, the way she would take cover and fire shots upon instinct. She loved how her heart raced every battle.

Yes, Weiss Schnee loved paintball, and nobody could stop her.

But then her father died, and her mother remarried. Her stepfather was a good man who owned a very successful company. He was supportive of his stepdaughter, and even more of his wife. Throughout the first two years of high school, she was truly happy. She got good grades, her father was proud, and her mother couldn't be any happier.

Sadly, however, her stepfather became a drunkard not long after the beginning of her junior year. Work got too hard for him, and he had started to lose his edge. For three dreadful months, Weiss had to watch her mother get beaten every night. He came home one night, extremely drunk, and shot her mother. A tragic event that could've easily been prevented. The police found no evidence of anything, and Weiss had lost everything.

Since then, he had banned Weiss from doing anything she loved, which included paintball. College was a struggle as he would nag at her to no end. She graduated with high honors, and her father didn't even show up. Soon, he was forced to resign as CEO because of his constant intoxicated state, and Weiss decided to step up. Because if her father couldn't pick up the pieces of his failing company, she would have to.

Because Weiss was kind like that. She was cold, but kind.

And soon she found her life to be great. She thought she had broken free from her father.

She thought she could be able to live life again. Her messy, thrill-seeking life.

All had been confirmed when she met Yang Xiao Long and Blake Belladonna.

"C'mon, Weiss, don't be such a stickler. Surely you miss paintball, right?" The blonde with lilac eyes, Yang Xiao Long, was sipping on her iced tea as she glared at Weiss.

Yang had offered, or to be more precise, dragged the CEO to a coffee shop near the company headquarters so that she could have a break. Weiss wasn't too fond of that, but her assistant had insisted she go after saying she was too much of a workaholic. She even added the fact that it was Friday, but Weiss still wasn't convinced. She never was.

"I suppose I do, but-"

"Then why don't you play? Blake and I were actually getting ready for a game tomorrow, you should totally come too!" The blonde reclined in her chair, putting her feet up on the table. "Pyrrha gave me the day off tomorrow, which means I don't have to serve any crappy customers."

"Yang, they can't all be bad." Weiss glanced at the boxing waiter who released a yawn.

"True, probably just Cardin. He's a real a-hole that cheats at paintball every single. Damn. Time."

The raven-haired girl who had a book in hand, Blake Belladonna, looked up and nodded with a smile. "You should let loose, Weiss. I'm sure you've been super busy lately, don't you want to take a break?" The author set down her book and took a sip of her coffee.

The CEO crossed her arms with a huff. "I'm perfectly fine with how things are now. I've decided long ago that I'm past my paintball days. I have to focus on the company and restore it to what it once was."

"I know you do, Weiss, but c'mon. One game. For old time's sake." Yang was really trying, and Weiss could feel her heart giving in.

No, I refuse. I have a duty to uphold. Her mind was arguing with her heart.

But Father wouldn't care one bit. He's a drunk old fart who can't even leave his bed. He lives all the way in Atlas anyway, and I'm here in Vale. One game wouldn't hurt.

The paintballer at heart argued with her mind. They clashed like two swords giving off sparks.

One game may not hurt in the moment, but it'll definitely open up a can of worms that I'm not really willing to dive into right now.

"Weiss. Paintballers never forget the rush. I know you miss it." Yang waggled her eyebrows to further convince the silverette.

I do. More than anything.

Even Blake had the same look as her girlfriend beside her. "One game, Weiss. Your company's doing fine, I'm sure. And it's not a huge event, just a small game for fun. One day off can't hurt too bad, can it?"

Weiss sat there, her arms crossed, deep in thought. She couldn't do this. She couldn't go back to those days, they would never return. And she was a grown woman, 23 years old is too old to be playing such a game. At least that was what her stepfather would say.

She shook her head and stood from her seat. "I can't, Yang. I'm sorry, I'm just too busy."

Yang sighed, and Weiss knew she was giving up. "Alright, I guess I can't stop you. But if you ever do change your mind, the game's gonna be at Emerald Forest. Two o'clock. Hope we can see you there."

With a nod, Weiss took her coffee and left the shop in a hurry. She paced quickly to her car and checked her watch. It was already past the end of her shift, and Coco, her assistant, had probably already closed her office by now. Suddenly, she felt a small vibration and pulled out the source, her phone. A text from her assistant had confirmed her suspicions, and with that she decided to go home.

As she drove, she couldn't help thinking about going back onto the field. Her marker had been sitting in her room collecting dust, her rounds probably dried out by now. She'd have to buy a new box of first shots and do a thorough cleaning.

Father would be angry if he found out.

Emerald Forest at two. She couldn't get it out of her head. Father would be angry IF he finds out.

Once she reached the garage of her apartment building, she pulled into her parking spot and pulled out her phone.

"Hey Coco? I'm going to need you to cancel all my afternoon meetings."

It had been far too long since Weiss had gone paintballing. She needed to buy some new ammo, new gear, and basically everything else except for her marker. There was no way she was getting rid of her first marker.

She currently had two hours before the game, and 30 minutes before she would leave for the Emerald Forest. That means she had an hour and a half to shop for new gear. The best shop in town was called Rose Markers, a small shop that had the highest quality material in the paintball industry. She stepped into the shop and was greeted by a young man with blonde hair. He had tanned skin, spiky blonde hair, and a striking smile that could convince any woman to sleep with him.

Any woman except Weiss. Men don't interest the CEO.

"Hey there, the name's Sun! What's it you're looking for?" the man asks, the tone in his voice making it clear that he was practically a veteran here.

"I'm looking for a new vest and some proper paintball attire. I'll also need a pack of first shots," Weiss answers, the man named Sun seeming surprised by her reply.

"Well alright then! I can hook you up with the first shots right here. My buddy Jaune can help you with the vest and clothes." Sun points to a counter in the corner that had a few mannequins standing tall with quality vests. Another blonde man, about the same age as Sun, came out of a door and waved at the two.

"Hey, I'm Jaune. What can I help you with?" The young man stands behind he counter, and Weiss notices that Jaune cleans up nicer than his coworker.

"Your best quality vest and attire."

Jaune nods, seeming to wait for more details. "Any specific design?"

"No, just something to keep me layered enough."

"Gotcha. I recommend the signature Rose vest. It can hold four mags in front if your marker is compatible. Takes hits pretty well, and it'll keep you pretty hidden in forests. The Rose vest is actually used by our best paintballer, who is also our owner's niece. She's pretty good, I'd say best in the country." Jaune pulls out one of the vests from the back room behind him. "Go ahead and try it on to see if it fits."

Weiss slid the vest over her head to find that it was a perfect fit, and it actually hugged her figure pretty nicely. She took it off and nodded, satisfied with the item. Jaune then brought out some clothes for her to choose from, and it didn't take long for her to pick a black athletic sweater and some grey, camouflage leggings. They apparently had padding in them to soften hits, which Weiss thought was a plus.

She took the items to the front counter that Sun stood at, the large box of first shots sitting there with him. "You ready to pay?"

The CEO nodded in response, pulling out her credit card from her wallet. She watched as the blonde scanned each item, waiting for his computer to process them. "So, you got a game anytime soon?" He holds out his hand to receive Weiss's credit card.

"Yes," Weiss replies, "I have one today at two."

"That sounds fun. Where're you playing?"

"Emerald Forest."

"That's a pretty nice field, ya know? Anyway, here's your stuff! Have a fun game," he smirks slyly, "Miss Schnee."

Weiss left the shop with a smile on her face as she looked down at the equipment in her hands. She would surely have fun today. She could hardly wait to resume the happiest days of her life. People wouldn't expect Weiss Schnee to enjoy getting splattered with paint while shooting down others with her .68 caliber marker.

The drive to the forest was longer than she had wanted, despite the fact that it only took 20-30 minutes to arrive. In an open field, a few dozen cars were already parked in a small space, and Weiss pulled in to park with them. She had the nicest car there, a Valian Motor Works car, otherwise known as a VMW.

She stepped out of the car and got her gear out of the back, tying her hair up in a bun as she walked over the playing field. Yang and Blake were already there, the blonde one waving as if there was a huge crowd between her and the CEO. Weiss rolled her eyes with a smile as she picked it up to a light jog, meeting the blonde and brunette couple in the matter of a minute.

"So you came after all," Yang smirked. Weiss noticed she was only wearing a tank top and cargo pants. As burly as the boxer was, Weiss didn't think it'd be enough protection from the bullets. Yang noticed her staring and flexed her bicep with a wider smirk than before. "See something you like, Princess?"

With a blush, Weiss looked away and shook her head frantically.

The blond brute laughed. "Sorry, Ice Queen, all of this belongs to my Kitty-Cat."

"Yang, stop teasing the poor girl." Blake lightly smacked her girlfriend's arm.

"Alright, alright. The game's actually about to start, so we should hurry over there."

Weiss followed Yang and Blake to the preparation field. They all put on their masks and barrel plugs, receiving their armbands from the referees. The CEO noticed she was one of the few people that had a magazine-fed (magfed) marker. People looked at her, but most likely her gun, though she couldn't tell if they were surprised or disgusted or whatnot. Maybe these masks were good for more than one thing.

The armband she had received was red, the opposing team being blue. She gathered with Yang and Blake and about 16 other people to start discussing a plan. The game was elimination, Weiss's favorite game to play. The team captain was the other magfed user, wearing the same vest as Weiss was. The captain's vest was messier than hers, but the logo and signature remained the same. With a red scarf tied around the neck, Weiss assumed it was for neck protection rather than a fashion statement. Though, it did look quite flattering.

"Welcome to Emerald Forest, people!" The captain welcomed. The voice was in the lower register for a woman, but higher for a man. Weiss couldn't distinguish what exactly this person was. She felt kinda dumb for not being able to. "Before we begin plotting, I need to know if anyone here uses first shots."

Weiss and Blake raised their hands, the captain nodding. "So you two will come up with me. I'll need you both at least in the middle of the field to reach the ones in the back. Let's see, how many people do we have here?"

"Nineteen people total," Yang answered.

"Nineteen? So if the first shots and I move to the center, I need the rest of you to divide into four groups of four. Go."

The other sixteen people moved among themselves, dividing evenly into the four groups. The captain then named them the first four letters in the Alpha Beta alphabet.

The captain then waved at the referee and held up a thumbs up. The game was now to begin, seeing as the other team was also ready. Weiss followed the group into the forest, removing her barrel plug with everyone else. The captain came up next to her and lightly nudged her on the shoulder.

"Hey, I've never seen you before. Like, I've seen a lot of people here and I don't know them, but you definitely aren't a regular here. You a first-timer?"

"I-"

"Wait, surely you can't be. Rarely do first-timers know what a first shot is, and you're going to be moving up with me." The captain giggled. "Sorry, I interrupted you."

Weiss shook her head and waved it off. "You're fine. I just haven't played in years. It's been a while."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then welcome back to the battlefield, friend."

The CEO did nothing more than nod, readying herself for the game to begin. She saw the captain check the watch on her left wrist, then suddenly look back to her. "Hey, guess what."

"What?" Weiss queried, cocking her head at the leader.

"Life begins in ten seconds."

How to react to that statement was what Weiss did not know. But her leader wasn't wrong. She counted down ten seconds in her head, and by the time she reached one, the horns had gone off. Life was beginning.

The captain made a break down the center to the first barricade, a couple of giant spools covered in paint. Weiss and Blake followed, their markers armed and ready.

"Team Alpha and Beta flank left, Charlie and Delta to the right! Stay close to the boundary lines and watch the front!" the leader commanded, the four teams sprinting for the outskirts of the battlefield. Turning back to Weiss and Blake, the captain nodded at the two. "Get ready, we're about to break for the center. Head straight for the bunkers up there, I'll cover you both."

The two first shot users crouched at the edges of the spools, rising to prepare for their sprint. The captain rose and started firing, signaling her teammates to proceed. "Go go go!"

The captain ran behind Weiss and Blake as they started shooting down a couple of the blue players, sliding into the wooden bunker in the center of the field. Hands went up and shots were called, and Weiss grinned as she panted. They were now in the perfect position with no exposure to the front of the opposing team as well as the best firing range. It was an eagle eye's view from where they sat, and Weiss armed her marker with a wide smile.

Oh how she missed this.

She looked through the scope and saw a blue player behind a tree. With a small portion of their head sticking out, Weiss took her shot and hit her intended target. The player rose and held their hand up, shouting out the hit as they took the walk of shame off the field.

"You doing good, Weiss?" Blake asked as she fired another round.

"It's well, Blake, not good. You of all people should know that, especially as an author."

The raven-haired girl chuckled as she turned to face the CEO. "Yang rubs off on me in many ways."

"Disgusting. I didn't need to hear that right now, Blake."

"Hey you two, watch your ten o'clock, there's a squad behind the other bunker." The captain inserted a new mag into their marker, firing off again towards the wood bunker. Looking behind, the captain waved towards Yang's team. "Move forward! We need to push up!"

The four other teams had been pushed to the center section of the field with Weiss's group. By now, there were only a handful of blue teammates remaining, and the captain decided it was time to make a fast break. The gunners on the other side were not the best shots, and Weiss knew that this game was theirs.

"On my signal we charge!" The captain held up their hand, each red player preparing to dash down the center. Weiss and Blake stood from where they were and armed their markers, Weiss changing her ammo to standard paintballs. With the new mag locked in, she waited for her leader's signal.

The arm came down, and all at once, red teammates were rushing down the field as they fired in a frenzy. Hits were called and hands were raised on the other team, but they started to fire back. Yang was first to go down, then another on her team, Blake going down next. There were now seven remaining on the red team and only two on the blue team. Weiss switched back to her first shots and anchored down by one of the wooden structures nearby. Her captain was still charging, dodging every shot as they fired with immaculate precision. One down, one more to go.

The captain was now stuck behind the same tree the opponent was on. If either of them were to fire now, who knows what could happen?

Weiss was not going to risk her captain dying on her. She looked into the scope of her marker and had a perfect shot of the opponent's mask. With a deep breath, she pulled the trigger and watched the bullet fly, paint splattering right on the mask as intended. The hand went up, and now the game had been decided. The horn blared as Weiss smiled.

Seven to zero. An overwhelming defeat for the blue team. Weiss took a barrel plug out of the container outside of the field and put it on her marker, everybody else doing the same. Once they reached the safe zone, she noticed the team captain was mingling with some of the red teammates. Weiss didn't know them, but she had a feeling that she would in time.

The leader of the winning team saw Weiss come out and jogged right up to her. Up close, Weiss could tell that her captain was female. She was considerably bigger than herself seeing her up close like this. With her mask still on, her breaths were muffled inside. "You're the first shot user, right?"

"I am," Weiss replied. She hadn't removed her mask yet either.

"You're really good. Like better than I expected." The leader removed her mask to reveal her face, shaped cheek bones, slightly chapped, pink lips, and beautiful silver eyes that shimmered like the stars. She took off her hat and let her hair fall down her back. It was long, stopping at the middle of her back. She was a brunette with eye-catching red tips. "The name's Ruby Rose."

Weiss removed her mask and let out her long, white hair, the woman named Ruby Rose staring with a smile. "Weiss Schnee."

"Weiss Schnee? You don't seem like one for dirt and paint. What're you doing out here?"

"I actually love paintball. I don't look like it, but it's been my life for years."

Ruby smiled, her silver eyes making Weiss realize that she had never seen such a pair before. "Is that so? Pretty neat. You got a nice marker there. Does it have a name?"

"A name?" Weiss arched an eyebrow in question. "Well, it's a BT TM-"

"No, no, silly, that's not what I mean. Like an actual name!" Ruby held up her marker like a baby. "This beauty right here is Crescent Rose. I got a custom stock to be a crescent so that it was unique."

"It certainly is," the CEO admired. She looked at the gun in her hand and hummed in thought. Then it came to her, the surname of her original father. "Myrtenaster."

The brunette hummed softly. "Myrtenaster. That's a pretty cool name." Ruby took a closer look at Weiss, the latter girl feeling a blush creep onto her cheeks. She prayed to all deities and godly beings that Ruby would not notice. "Hey, I notice you're wearing my signature vest."

"This is yours?"

"Yup! I designed the Rose vests myself! My uncle owns Rose Markers, and it took me ages to get him to approve of my vest design."

"Your uncle owns Rose Markers? That means that you're the best paintballer in the country!"

"Well, that's what they all tell me. I wouldn't say the best in the country, just maybe in the county?"

"Your leadership and strategies are incredible! Don't be so modest, you are incredible!"

Suddenly, a pat on the shoulder startled Weiss enough to get her to scream. Yang started laughing, and Blake rolled her eyes with a smile. "Well well well, I see you've met my sister, Weiss."

"Yang, don't do that. She didn't need any of that," Ruby defended.

"Awe c'mon, Rubes, I'm just joking."

Weiss looked between the two and crossed her arms. "You both are sisters?"

They both smiled and gave the same response. "Yup!"

"The only difference is that she's not as much of an idiot as I am!" Yang exclaimed with a proud grin.

The raven-haired girl face palmed and sighed. "It's more than just that, Yang."

"So, will I see you tomorrow? There's another game, and we're all gonna be here. Seven o'clock in the morning." Ruby looked at Weiss with gentle eyes, a smile showing anticipation. "If you come, you'll get to see why I love morning games."

Weiss pulled out her phone to check her schedule. She had a meeting at eight in the morning, but it wasn't for anything too important. She would have to ask Coco to reschedule. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The leader smiled brightly and nodded. She held out her hand and took Weiss's in her own. "Welcome to the team, Weiss Schnee."

I've played paintball before, and as I was reminiscing, I wondered, "What if RWBY met paintball?"

Bam, this story was born. It's actually been a while since I last played, but I swear I'll never forget what it's like out there firing paintballs at other people.

I hope you all look forward to the chapters to come!