A/N: Hello to all readers, You're Normal Sheevite with another story named A Wilting Sinful Rose Petal. Glad to all of you, who are now reading this.

I' m now warning to all people that this is rated-M. These includes, twincest, depression, suicide, suicidal person, possible smut, self-harm and the likes, as such, I highly recommend anyone who can't digest the listed things to turn away from this fanfic but if you enjoy those things or okay with it, well go ahead.

Edit 1: Okay, I have modified the story and the ending AN to be better. Well, it's about the thing when Rubrum is committing self-harm and the endings changed to route because I felt that it would be more appropriate that it would be called as a route instead of ending, considering that there would be multiple parts of an arc, although there would be a singular part of an arc and it would be considered complete, I' m not sure anymore. Nevertheless, lets continue to the story itself.

"A Wilting Sinful Rose Petal"

He just sat on his bed within its edge, pair of his legs already stepping on the wooden floor, his arms lying on his hips. He is staring, but to who or what? It's his twin sister who is quietly sleeping in her bed just a few meters across his bed with an expression of a smile. She is facing sidewards in her bed and she is facing towards her own twin brother, unknowingly that he is peering at her. The names of the twins are Ruby Rose and Rubrum Rose. The two are so look alike that if they just switched clothes, no one would even acknowledge the difference. The only physical differences between them are their genders, hairstyles, and heights, though only about an inch.

As to Why? Rubrum is staring at her own twin sister, Ruby Rose. It's because of an intense feeling yet confined within the depths of his psyche. A feeling of every loving couple would feel towards each other, ah yes, Incest. A social taboo that is seemingly omnipresent within every corner of every civilization. It's abnormal for close relatives to feel a passion of couples towards each other.

Yet, he did. He recognizes that it is a sinful thing to do or even to feel about it. This incestuous feeling had made birth to a plethora of negativity within him. Frustration, hate, pity, powerlessness, and much more. Frustrated at the fact that he can't show his romantic devotion towards her for it would merely incite hatred towards him for such disgusting feelings. Hate at the fact that he is in love with his own twin sister. Pity at the fact that she could suffer from his forbidden love towards her. Powerlessness at the fact that he can't do anything with it but giving into the negativism.

He can't remove his love towards her twin sister, Ruby Rose. She is everything that would fit his dream girl. Her personality, her appearance, her laughs, her jokes, and her naive positivism, those traits are what made him falling in love with her. It's also because of his father's neglect to bring him the necessary love, he had rarely had received love from someone after his mother's death, this grows for a desire to be loved and to be understood by someone, no one could fit that someone not even his half-sister Yang Xiao Long, only his twin sister could. After all, they're two peas in the same pod, they're twins, they're supposed to understand others in ways that people around them wouldn't ever understand.

These negative feelings, however, would entice the ever prominent horrors of this world, the creatures of Grimm. Vicious, terrifying and soulless beasts which sustained itself upon the negative feelings of every intelligent being as if they're a sweet nectar in a flower.

Rubrum knew that he must absolve the negativity within him or else the creatures of Grimm would consume his family. So, he rose from his bed with both of his legs and lay it down to the wooden floor. He wandered towards the exit of the place and opened it. He had one established aim that would deal with all of this, it's gaining death itself to be embraced upon him and be freed from the shackles of this material world and his body.

He felt that this intention would make everybody safe, his friends to be safe, his family to be safe, most specially his twin sister to be actually safe. Yes, he figured out death would take care of him from this agonizing suffering that kept chiding him for over two years. He needed all of it to an end.

Rubrum walked towards down the stairs in a moderate manner and after completing that, he started to stride outside the household and started to walk to the warehouse which is just at the rear of the house. In about two minutes, he's already at the old-looking warehouse. He gently opened the two metal doors that closed off him from his destination.

Within the warehouse contained all kinds of Dust of distinct elements. Dust is the only truly efficient energy source in the world of Remnant yet it can't function outside the atmosphere. Not also that, the warehouse also contained of the weapon that he had worked out with the aid of his Uncle Qrow.

That weapon is inside a box that is sealed with a four digit lock. Rubrum easily spots the box and typed on to the lock, 3110. The code is his birth about October 31. Rubrum and his twin sister are born on the festival known as Halloween. Enough of that little trivia.

The box automatically opened and presented a folded scythe into a big rectangular rifle with subtle curves and corners. It sports the paint of crimson and black. The weapon in style is akin to his twin sister's scythe named Crescent Rose. A simple glance at his weapon reminded of him the fun times forming the scythe with his twin sister also crafting hers. It granted him a sense of joy.

No! Rubrum thought. He concluded that he himself shouldn't be content because of his own damned feelings incestuous feelings aimed at his twin sister Ruby Rose. He put down the prospects of happiness growing within him. Then he picked up the folded scythe named Crimson Rose.

He started to walk out of the warehouse and stepped to another destination that would be worth of his alleged death bed. Rubrum strided through the forest, to the woods, and to the site of his mother's grave.

Fifteen minutes of his quiet stroll through the thickly packed forest. He could look at it approximately on the edge of the cliff, his mom's grave. He stopped a few meters before it. The name of his mother is Summer Rose, and that she is a kind, a good, and caring mother always managing to the needs of her offspring before her untimely departure. A search party was being dispatched to recover her but several months of search and rescue. There's not even a particular lead that would benefit them to find her because of this, they announced her to be dead.

Rubrum and Ruby is just about five-years-old when their biological mother had continued to the afterlife. As little kids, they don't realize the notion of death itself but his little sister would break down in her bed from her loss; It also inflicts him with mourning towards her. Also like little kids, they had made over the fact that their mother had left from this world.

Rubrum always held the belief that the soul of her mother is constantly watching over her loved ones. He concluded that she must be thoroughly disheartened that one of her own offspring is in a state of torment, depravity, and sin, not to point out, that he would commit suicide. As to straighten out his own anguish, he would chastise himself with bodily pain.

He opened one of his sleeves in his right arm. It shows scars that he had inflicted upon himself for two years. Scars from his self-punishment, to alleviate all the pain and to do righteous judgement upon him. He then stretched out his scythe, and it showed a great sharp curved blade in a carving of a crescent. He then shut off his Aura that would shield him from all kinds of nasty situations in Remnant.

The blade of his own scythe dug itself upon his own flesh and skin. To any reasonable being, they would feel repelled from such a procedure or even the bare notion of it. But to Rubrum, it detaches him from the twinge and dominant agony placed upon him by his passionate love towards to his own sibling.

He started to cut straight lines upon his flesh and did it five more times and do the same thing to his left arm. he could feel that his very being is moved away from the grasp of excruciating pain precipitated by his own damned incestuous feelings and instead the righteous punishment to his immoral sin. This is the right and moral thing to do, that is, of course, coming from the self-loathing, depressed, decadent, depraved, and sinful teenage youth. Now, he started to place his Crimson Rose across his neck readying himself to be freed from this prison.

A/N: This it people, where I would end the first chapter. Now, there would be multiple routes to this short story, there's no true ending to this one, I see actual incest (Not psudeo-incest like step-siblings or etc.) as a very controversial subject to tackle on, as such, there would be no true route, albeit you readers could choose what route that you felt realisitc. The posting of the routes would be random and if you have been following for me and my two other stories for a long time, you would realized the fact, that I don't update chapters every week and that it could months to update one. So, wait for a long time.

After finishing this story, I would be posting an Author's commentary to this story on why I write this, how I feel about this story, and etc.