Note from the Author: Hello! A very short first chapter to my very first fan fiction (so nervous, much scared, so wow) and I hope that at least some of you enjoy it. It's obviously Rennora/Noren from RWBY and I already have a pretty good plan laid out for this one, BUT we will just have to see where it takes me! Criticism is very welcome and appreciated. Enjoy!

xoxoxo Moth

"The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to," - Carl Sandburg

Beacon was a melting pot. A large pool of different races, ages, fighting styles, and personalities. Some clashed and some molded to one another. Some came to Beacon with a purpose and some with hope of finding one in the tall hallways and sloping ceilings. Some come alone and some, they come with friends. It stands to be seen if that bond, that string of faith, between two people will prove strong enough to withstand what Beacon has to throw at it. However, it may be something a lot less abrasive than training in combat that causes this string to snap.

"Ren...?" Nora said softly, sliding her fingers into the crack of the door to the JNPR team room and pushing it forward just enough so that she could peek inside. Why Nora wasn't in the room herself at such an early hour could be attributed to multiple things. She might have been involved in some early morning target practice, she might have been shining up Magnhild, or she could have been sneaking into the kitchen downstairs to steal some of the red sap syrup set out for that morning's pancakes. Regardless she had returned to the room to find that everyone else had risen except for Ren. In true Nora fashion she crept into the room quietly until the door could shut and then in one swift motion and in her usual graceful manner took a large leap from the door onto Ren's bed and directly onto him.

"Wake up!" she screeched in her high pitched tone, "It's pancake day and we have a test on the development of the Faunus Regime in two hours. You're gonna need some serious fuel for that one!" As soon as she got out the last syllable she was hit abruptly with the itchy wool blanket and changed her tune. "Hey!" she said loudly, fighting to get the blanket off her head before the static left her hair looking frazzled. Ren lay on the bed a few moments longer before stretching and smacking Nora in the face playfully with his pillow. He grinned at her and her bright orange hair that had now gone from the neatly brushed and parted way it was normally worn to a beautiful mess.

"Morning Nora." He said turning and standing up so that he faced the door she came through, pushing it completely shut as Nora had left it ever so slightly ajar.

"You know you're the last one up again." She said to him, sliding her legs off the edge of the bed and swinging them in her usual innocent and childlike manner. "Why have you been sleeping so late?" she asked, her head tilting in an inquisitive manner that made her look even more innocent than she usually did.

"I don't know," began Ren as he pulled on his uniform, looking in the mirror at his ash black hair and how it seemed to make his magenta eyes glow. He ran his hand over his chest where the hidden tattoo of a pastel pink lotus lay directly over his heart, and at that moment, directly under his soft hands, the only layer between the two was his thin button down. "I think I've just had a lot on my mind that's been conflicting with my sleep. You know, school and stuff. No big deal," He concluded. He said he didn't know, but he did. Ren knew what was so distracting and he knew what was keeping him up at night, staring out of the single window in the room and up into the stars. What he used to do for years after meeting Nora, when she was exciting and passionate and brought him such a sweet relief from the cold and uncaring world he had known all his life. Nora was the sun that warmed his skin, that peeked through the rain clouds on some of the darkest days, just long enough to light his way out of the storm.

However it seemed that the trip to Beacon had acted like water against the flame that was Nora. Although Ren never saw her pick up on it, he felt the change between them and the shift in souls. He watched her thrive in the ocean of students and even in the small group of four that made up JNPR he felt isolated and withdrawn. There was only one person he knew that felt the same way and that led him to think about her constantly. She became the moon that put the sun to rest and lit his way through the dark that was night time. Ren lied when he said he didn't know why he has been sleeping so late. He knew the reason and he knew the reason he couldn't tell anyone about it, especially Nora, that reason simply being because the person he thought about late at night when he looked into the beauty of the stars and into the moon like a puddle of milk, was not Nora.