W H I T E // Naruto X Rwby

Large Atlas Aircraft
Ironwood strode through the corridors of his aircraft, his footsteps echoing ominously in the deathly quiet.
The sight that greeted him as he advanced was grim-bodies of his soldiers lay strewn across the floor, some merely unconscious, others showing no signs of life. His jaw tightened, the cold fury bubbling beneath his controlled exterior.
Each step felt heavier as he approached the control room, his gut churning with the possibility of what he might find-or not find.
When he finally entered, his suspicions were confirmed. The room was empty.
No enemy. No trace.
Only silence.
Ironwood's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his metal hand trembling as it reflected the cold glow of the overhead lights.
His resolve snapped. "DAMN IT!" he roared, slamming his mechanical fist into the iron wall with a deafening clang. The force left a sizable dent, but it didn't lessen the storm inside him.
He exhaled heavily, forcing himself to calm. There was no time for anger, not now. After a few moments, he turned to the control panel, his mind refocusing. His fingers moved swiftly over the keys, bypassing layers of his system's encryption.
His jaw tightened further as the screens flickered, displaying a symbol-a chess piece.
The enemy's symbol.
Ironwood's teeth ground together. Someone had infiltrated Atlas' impenetrable system, mocking him with their precision.
Whoever Cinder Fall's working with, they knew the inner workings of Atlas like the back of their hand.
He forced his attention back to the controls.
The next revelation sent a chill down his spine. The drones-his trusted automated enforcers-had been set to kill mode, targeting anything alive indiscriminately. A dangerous, mindless directive that could turn the city into a slaughterhouse.
"How...?" Ironwood muttered, a cold sweat forming on his brow. His mind raced as he worked to override the command, swiftly reverting the drones' settings to passive mode.
His hands moved with practiced precision, but the grim reality was clear-this wasn't just an external attack. It had to be someone with deep familiarity with Atlas' security protocols.
Someone who had access.
Someone who had betrayed them.
As the system finally updated, Ironwood straightened, his mind already calculating his next move.
His gaze lingered on the chess piece symbol glowing mockingly on the screen. His fury simmered beneath the surface, but now it was tempered by determination.
He would find the infiltrators. And when he did, they would regret ever setting foot in his domain.
Medical Facility Evac Zone, Beacon Academy
Weiss sat in her wheelchair, her right leg encased in heavy bandages.
Jaune stood behind her, his hands firm on the wheelchair's handles as he carefully guided her closer to the others.
Her heart felt heavy with every step they took, her breath hitching when Ren entered, carrying Rinko's unconscious form.
Blood trickled from Rinko's head, and Weiss's chest tightened painfully. Her fingers clutched the edge of her skirt, trembling.
Then Nora came in, Yang slung over her back. Weiss's breath caught in her throat. Yang's right arm-gone.
The sight of the bloodied stump made her stomach churn. She raised a hand to her mouth, her teary eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
Ruby and Blake followed, both looking shattered. Ruby's face was streaked with tears, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. Blake looked haunted, her amber eyes glassy with despair.
"Hold still, Yang! We're almost there! Please, just hold on!" Nora's voice cracked with desperation as she hurried past Weiss.
Weiss felt a sob rise in her throat, but she swallowed it down, her voice a shaky whisper. "Rinko... Yang... this can't be happening."
Jaune leaned forward slightly, his voice low but steady. "Weiss... stay strong. They need us now more than ever."
Her head dropped, her tears falling freely onto her lap. "Jaune, they're so hurt. And I- I couldn't do anything to stop it."
"You can't blame yourself," Jaune said gently, his hands steady as he leaned closer. "Right now, what matters is being here for them. We'll help them get through this, together."
Weiss tilted her head back to meet his gaze, her tear-streaked face filled with anguish. "How can I be strong when everything feels like it's falling apart?"
Jaune moved one hand to her shoulder, his touch grounding. "Because that's who you are, Weiss. You're stronger than you think. And right now, they need your strength. I need your strength."
She blinked at him, the weight of his words sinking in. Slowly, she wiped her tears, taking a deep, trembling breath.
"You're right..." she murmured.
Jaune nodded, offering her a small, reassuring smile. "That's the Weiss I know."
Jaune gave her shoulder a supportive squeeze before guiding her forward, his steps steady and deliberate.
Together, they approached the others, the air thick with tension, pain, and faint flickers of hope.
Weiss clenched her hands in her lap, the sight of her injured teammates cutting through her like a blade. She forced herself to sit straighter, her heart aching but her resolve unwavering.
The medical team moved swiftly, focusing on Yang's condition. They surrounded her stretcher, their voices low but urgent as they assessed the damage. Blood pooled around the stump of her arm, the bandages soaked red.
"We need more pressure here! Start the transfusion now!" one of the doctors barked, his gloves already stained.
From another table, Rinko lay unconscious, attended by only a couple of medics. His condition wasn't as dire, though his head wound still needed attention. The prioritization was clear-Yang's life was hanging by a thread.
Ruby stood nearby, her hands clasped together so tightly her knuckles turned white. She whispered a desperate prayer, her voice trembling. "Please... please save Yang... I can't lose her..."
Behind her, Blake silently stepped forward. She wrapped her arms gently around Ruby's shaking form, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
"She's strong, Ruby," Blake murmured, though her own voice wavered. "Yang won't give up. Neither should we."
Ren, Nora, and Pyrrha stood a short distance away, their eyes fixed on the hurried operation.
The cramped space of the medical facility forced the doctors to act here and now, with no time to transport Yang to a proper operating room.
The tension was palpable, and Yang's shallow breathing only heightened the urgency.
Suddenly, a faint groan broke through the heavy silence.
"Y-Yang..."
The group turned to see Rinko stirring on his stretcher, his eyelids fluttering open.
His gaze flicked to the side, catching a glimpse of Yang's golden hair amid the chaos.
"Stay down, Rinko!" one of the medics ordered, gently holding him in place as he tried to move.
But Rinko's eyes remained fixed on Yang. His voice was barely above a whisper. "She... she saved me..."
Weiss and Jaune finally arrived, Weiss's wheelchair rolling to a stop beside Ruby and Blake. She looked from Rinko to Yang, her lip trembling as she whispered, "She's going to be okay. She has to be okay."
Jaune placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his own gaze somber but steady. "They're doing everything they can, Weiss. All we can do now is trust them."
The group fell into silence, the only sounds coming from the hurried orders of the medical team and the faint beeping of monitors. The air was heavy with anticipation, each second stretching unbearably.
Weiss clasped her hands tightly, her mind racing. 'Please... let them both pull through. We've lost too much already.'
The frantic sounds of the doctors working on Yang filled the air, every command sharp and urgent.
Tubes connected to her, but the medics' movements slowed as they noticed the dwindling supply of blood being transfused into her fragile body.
"Doctor," one of the nurses whispered hesitantly, holding up an empty blood bag.
The lead doctor froze, his face pale as he checked the supply cart. His voice was grim when he spoke. "We're out of O-negative. She's losing too much blood too fast-we won't be able to stabilize her without more."
Blake's ears twitched at the statement, and Ruby's eyes widened in alarm.
"No... no, no, no!" Ruby cried, stepping forward. "You can't run out! You have to save her!"
The doctor's voice softened, though the tension didn't leave his face. "We're doing everything we can, but without the right blood type-"
"What if someone here matches?" Blake interrupted, her tone desperate. "Check all of us!"
"I can't just-" the doctor began, but Weiss's voice cut through, sharp and commanding.
"I'm O-negative."
All eyes turned to Weiss, her tone unyielding despite her pale, sweat-drenched face.
She gripped the armrest of her wheelchair tightly, her knuckles white. "Take my blood. Now."
"Weiss, no!" Jaune moved to her side, his face etched with concern. "You're injured-you've already lost so much blood. You'll put yourself at risk."
Weiss shot him a glare that could have cut through steel. "Yang is dying, Jaune. I'm not going to sit here and watch while there's something I can do." Her voice softened slightly, trembling. " She... she saved a lot of lives. This is the least I can do for her."
Jaune hesitated, his mouth opening as if to argue, but he saw the determination blazing in Weiss's eyes.
He let out a resigned sigh and stepped aside, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
The doctor looked uncertain but nodded after a moment. "We'll prepare for an emergency transfusion. It'll be risky for you, given your condition-"
"I don't care about the risks," Weiss snapped. "Just do it!"
The medical team quickly wheeled her over to Yang's side, prepping her arm. As the needle slid into Weiss's vein, she winced but held her gaze firmly on Yang.
Ruby fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she whispered, "Thank you, Weiss... thank you."
Weiss didn't respond immediately. Her eyes remained fixed on Yang's pale face, her chest rising and falling so faintly it was almost imperceptible.
"Come on, Yang," Weiss murmured, her voice cracking. "You're the strongest person I know. Don't let this beat you."
The room seemed to hold its collective breath as the blood began flowing into Yang.
For a moment, the sound of the machines and monitors became the only noise, the tension so thick it felt suffocating.
Jaune stood behind Weiss, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder. "You're incredible, you know that?" he said softly.
Weiss's lips trembled as she whispered, "I just want her to be okay. That's all that matters."
Minutes passed, each one stretching into an eternity. Then, faintly, the color began to return to Yang's face. Her breathing evened out, the monitors stabilizing with steady beeps.
"She's stabilizing," one of the doctors announced, relief washing over his voice. "She's going to make it."
A collective sigh swept through the room. Ruby sobbed openly, clutching Blake, who was barely holding back tears herself. Ren and Nora leaned into each other, their exhaustion giving way to relief.
Weiss finally let herself collapse back into the wheelchair, her strength nearly gone. Her vision blurred, but she felt Jaune's steadying hands and Ruby's tearful thanks.
"She'll be fine now," Weiss murmured weakly, a faint smile tugging at her lips before she closed her eyes to rest.
In that moment, the team's hope flickered back to life.
They had endured so much, but together, they could face whatever came next. Together, they would survive.
Rinko, lying on the nearby bed, exhaled a deep breath of relief. His body, tense and trembling moments ago, finally relaxed as the weight of the situation lifted.
The doctor's words about Yang's stabilization had eased the crushing dread he'd felt since regaining consciousness.
"Oh, Kami..." he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face. "You nearly gave me a heart attack." His voice was soft, almost inaudible, but the sheer relief in it was palpable.
For the first time since the chaos began, he allowed himself to rest, though he knew there was still much work ahead.
The doctors worked methodically to clean and bandage his wounds, their movements precise but less hurried now. As they wrapped a clean set of gauze around his head, Rinko closed his eyes, grateful for even this brief respite.
Across the room, Weiss, her strength waning but her determination still intact, turned her gaze toward Rinko. The sight of him being tended to, alive and coherent, brought another wave of relief washing over her. Despite her exhaustion, a small, genuine smile graced her lips.
"You're okay," Weiss said softly, her voice barely carrying over the hum of the medical equipment.
Rinko tilted his head toward her, offering a faint grin in return. "Same goes for you. Guess we're both too stubborn to go down that easily."
Weiss let out a quiet chuckle, her shoulders easing as the tension dissipated. For a moment, the horrors of the day faded into the background, replaced by a shared understanding of survival and gratitude.
"Rest, Rinko," Weiss said, her tone gentle but firm. "You've done enough for now."
"And you?" Rinko countered, raising an eyebrow. "You just gave your blood to save someone else. Don't tell me you're planning to jump into another fight anytime soon."
Weiss smirked, her voice tinged with playful defiance. "I don't plan to. But if I have to, I will."
Rinko huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head lightly as he settled back onto the bed. "Of course you would. Don't push yourself too hard, Weiss."
Weiss's smile softened, and she nodded. "Likewise."
The two shared a quiet moment of camaraderie, both Schnees knowing the fight was almost over and drawing strength from the fact that they still stood-wounded, yes, but alive.
[End]