Battle Wounds Chapter 1: Battle Wounds, a rwby fanfic

Name: Battle Wounds

Summary: Love can take many forms, but those of physical marks are one of the most binding. No matter the distance or the wound, your pain shall be mine and so I swear to forever protect you. Bond one and forever more. (Soulmate Au, Modern Au, WhiteRose)

Characters: Weiss, Ruby, Yang, Blake

Ship: Whiterose

Prompt: Soulmate Au, Where if you got injured, similar marks would appear on your soulmate. (Scars won't appear on the other's body) Modern Au, Weiss is Law Student. Ruby is a military brat with dreams to join the military.

Chapter 1- Battle Wounds

Characters: Weiss, Ruby, Yang, Blake

Ship: Whiterose

(For your Reference)

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Disclaimer: Do you seen any ships happening yet? Then I don't own RWBY and must context to play with the characters in a non-profit fashion.

Trigger Warning: Ptsd, Slight gore, Violence. It's all relatively minor and it's a happy ending so.

Since the beginning of history, it was a common fact soulmate existed and in that it was common knowledge that should your soulmate be hurt, you would receive a similar mark. Despite knowing this these soulmates were rare, usually thrown together by luck and led down the same path by fate.

The few souls lucky enough to find their pair were remembered through history. Such as the was fate of Helena and Paris of the Trojan war, and Tristan and Isolde of Britain and much more like them.

Some turned legend, stories of love and valor, while other lay in the background, quiet whispers among the wind. This is one such story, taking place not long ago, but instead sometime in the recent past.

"Mama! Papa!" screamed a joyful toddler as she ran from her older sister, through the halls of a large manor. The toddler giggled and yelled her joy as her long white hair flew amongst the wind behind her. Her ice blue eyes were crinkled in excitement as she ran through the winding halls down to the front door where her two parent watched her arrival with a soft smiles on their faces.

The toddler bounded down the stairs, tripping on the last one, sending her to the floor in an excited and painful crash. Her parents, no longer watching the scene with amusement, were quick to be by her side as she began to cry softly holding up her skinned palms.

"Mama it hurts!" The toddler sobbed into her mother's chest, while her sister watched on from beside her father.

"I know, hayati, but the pain will fade in a moment," Her mother soothed brushing back snow white strands of hair as she did so. The toddler was not convinced and clutched onto her mother as small drops of blood began to form.

The mother made a motion for the father and older girl to go get some bandages and some rubbing alcohol as she cradled the baby, "Hush, hayati, the pain will fade and Winter will go get you your favorite bandages. Won't you, Winter?"

The older girl nodded quickly already setting of to find the multi-colored bandages her younger sister preferred. "You got it, Weiss, you be fine in no time!' Winter scrambled off hurriedly as her father trailed after her at a much more sedate pace.

Her mother watched in amusement as she watched them from the corner of her eye as she examined the small scratches. 'Some poor person is about to be very confused.' she thought as Weiss began to calm.

Somewhere in the distant suburbs, a little silver-eyed toddler ran up to her dad, her hands red and raw. "Daddy! Daddy! It happened again!"

A disheveled man slowly stood up, staring down at his bubbly toddler with a mixture of sadness and pain in his eyes as he surveyed the young child. He watched as she held up both her palms to him, exposing the angry flesh.

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For the first time in months the lilac-eyed man smiled, his face showing none of the that had been present only seconds before. "Is that so, Ruby? Oh my, your soul mate must be a very clumsy person." He smiled

Ruby shook her head furiously, "No daddy don't say that maybe they had an akident, a an acedent." The small toddler stumbled over the last word causing her father to chuckle in amusement.

"An accident, hababti." He corrected, ruffling the toddler's hair lightly. A little yellow blob watched the scene from around the corner, her eyes misting up as she watched the lilac-eyed man start to tease the young toddler, even breaking out into a smile as the man grabbed the toddler and threw her up in the air causing the silver-eyed child to squeal in joy.

The young blonde, just barely older than her sister if only by a few years watched on, reluctant to join, as this was the happiest she had ever seen her father and so father and daughter played together for the first time in months, and the house was filled with laughter.

Years later, it was a shining day as the flower began to bloom; a stark contrast to the somber pair standing in the middle of an old cemetery as two sleek black coffins were slowly lowered into the ground. A somber teenager watched as the bodies of her mother and sister were slowly covered with dirt.

A gentle, yet firm hand came to rest on her shoulder and the white haired teenager slumped forwarded a bit, hardly noticeable to the mass of people standing behind her, while she frantically bit back tears, as her hand went over to scrub at the mass of gauze covering her left eye.

Slowly the scrubbing became more frequent, as people started to walk away heading to the waiting cars off to the side. As more people left, the hand at her shoulder moved away, probably to send the people off.

Minutes, or hours passed and the teenager remained standing there, as the graves were slowly filled and the workers filed off the grave and the scrubbing became more and more frequent. As more, people left, the scratching would become frantic and before anyone knew it, she was standing alone at the grave.

The blue-eyed girl began to cry softly, unnoticed to her father and few family members. The cry slowly turning to sobbing and no one could comfort the stricken teenager, she began to claw at her eye, crying out in grief. A lone onlooker came to stop her, but her desperate wailing only intensified before she slumped over sobbing, clawing at her left eye as she screamed her pain for the the world to hear.

"I'm sorry, Mama, I'm so sorry, Winter. I didn't mean it! I swear. Please come back, please, I didn't mean it." Several other onlookers came running to the fallen teenager, and the world began to spin, and the white-haired teenager felt her aging father embrace her in a crushing grip. "Shh they're gone, Weiss, it wasn't your fault."

The girl shook her head, "I didn't mean it, Papa. I .. Didn't .. mean it and they'll never know. I'm sor-"

And the world went black.

"Um, Yang, do you have that makeup kit you got me?" A voice called from one of the bathrooms.

"Yeah, I do. Whatcha need it for?" A tall blonde strode over to where her sister was calling from, opening the door and gaping in shock as she looked at the series of scratches and claw marks surrounding the older, but large cut going over her sister.

"Oh my god, Ruby, what happened to you?" Yang rushed over to her half-sister, concern clearly visibly as she inspected the younger girl taking in the raw fingertips and several other scratches on her arms and an interesting mark on her neck.

"Nothing, I was washing my face and suddenly all these marks started appearing," Ruby exclaimed worry evident in her voice. "Do you think it's …"

Yang shook her head as she slowly started to apply concealer on some of the smaller marks, "Yeah most likely, whoever it is, they must be having a hell of a week. You remember when I woke up bruised up from head to toe? Dad almost had a fit."

Ruby smiled sadly, her hand tracing over the cut gently. "Better than when he saw this. He was almost going to pull me out of track."

Yang laughed, "Well after that huge tumble you had at the beginning of the year, I can't say I'm surprised."

Ruby guffawed loudly at this, and the two sisters bantered as they both got ready for school, forgetting all about the cuts and bruises all over Ruby's face.

Years later an interesting development was happening to Weiss as she stood in her luxurious bathroom watching various cuts and bruises form along her arms and legs. As she turned around she noticed a large section of her back covered in an angry red scab.

She hesitantly reached around to touch the injury, not feeling any of the pain that was normally associated with such an injury.

She had a similar mark as this once many years ago, but it had paled in comparison to this. Slowly the bruises began to increase and the cuts began to slow, but Weiss gasped when she saw various bruises starting to form along her jaw and on her face.

The bruises continued to form for a few minutes before they stopped altogether. Weiss sighed in relief, at least she didn't have class today so she wouldn't have to explain the cuts and bruises until tomorrow, yet somewhere in her heart, she pitied the poor person, wherever they were.

Ruby wasn't having a good day. When she had dreamed of joining the military with her sister Yang, like her mother and father before her, she thought it would be filled with a lot more fighting enemies, rather than defending herself from allies.

Even boot camp was a walk in the park compared to the beating she was receiving at the hands of her fellow soldiers, as they spat and yelled and jeered at her as they held her down driving their boots into her prone body repeatedly.

A steel toed boot was driven into her stomach suddenly forcing the breath from her body and she held back her tears. No, she wasn't going to give these bastards any more reason to mock her. Ruby weakly tried to get to her feet after a moment before being shoved back down harshly.

"Stay down, maggot!" One of the soldiers spat, "that's where little girls like you belong!"

"Yeah," one cheered, "That's what you get for cozying up to the sergeant. People like you shouldn't even be in the military."

Another boot snapped her head back as she began to see stars, "Freaks like you make me sick."

"You should have never come here, faggot."

"You're nothing!"

"You'll never be like your parents."

Ruby lay on the floor waiting for everything to stop, all sense of time gone as she was beaten down more and more as the minutes went by. So when a gentle hand came to touch her Ruby instinctively flinched curling into a small ball.

"Oh Ruby, what did they do to you." A gentle voice said as Ruby curled into herself a bit more waiting for the incoming blow. "Shhh relax, I'm going to get corporal Long"

With that Ruby finally surrendered to the calm voice and the soothing hands.

A few months later, Weiss watched once more in horror as the right side of her face was covered in an ugly burn, continuing down her right side stopping at her ankle where a cut circled around her entire leg.

Weiss had a sick realization as she beheld the cut. It was ragged and harsh cut, and despite it being a watered down version Weiss could feel it within her that the actual injury was far worse than what was being displayed before her.

Wiess' heart sank as she watched more injuries form, including what looked like a few bullet wounds. The injuries continued to form and Weiss began to fear for her soulmates life. Weiss sat down on her bed as she waited, waited for the sensation she only read about. The moment your soulmate died, where your soul felt as though it were to tear itself in two.

Pain so intense people had gone mad because of it, and the effects afterward were just as deadly. Some people would become incredibly depressed, while other experienced mood swings so severe that they would be jailed for their own good. There were many more symptoms, but Weiss was too busy focusing on the slowly forming bruises. It was only a few hours later when she saw her right side starting to heal slightly while her other marks slowly started to sooth, despite Weiss feeling no pain.

Weiss breathed a sigh of relief, maybe she'd still get her chance to meet her soulmate after all, but for now, Weiss' phone beeped frantically, the law firm needed her.

Ruby dove out of cover as she finally shot down the enemy in front of her, her troop laying scattered with various injuries. It had been a simple patrol gone wrong, one second they were driving down to a local village and the next a humvee went up in flames and they came under fire.

Ruby dove in and out of cover, attempting to apply whatever first aid she could to her injured comrades, while the few who were uninjured provided her with cover.

The first two she reached were already gone, but the third was hanging on his life by a thread. Though the second she pulled off his helmet she froze. Staring back at her was one of the men who had beaten her that day and he stared back at her in fear and desperation.

"Please, I'm not ready to die. Please, I'm so sorry for what I did, but don't leave me like this." The man begged to choke over his words.

Ruby stared back, her mind split in two. Part of her wanted him to suffer for what he did to her and part of her saw a comrade in need. It was a bullet that wandered too close to her that forced her to make a decision.

She pulled out a basic aid kit and started to patch up his wounds. The man babbled his thanks, as she drew closer to stabilizing him, but she had taken too much time. The troop had retreated a few paces and thus left her out in the open.

In her haste she attempted to hoist the man to safety, she didn't see the mine behind her, but the man in her arms did. Instead of helping her as he should his heart was black and he shoved her away towards the mine.

Stumbling back Ruby felt as though she had been doused in fire as she fell to the ground. She was in agony, the world reduced to nothing more than various sounds and flashing lights and pain so much pain.

Suddenly she could see again, faintly and she recognized the soldier she just saved straddling her. "You dyke! So naive you believed me after just a few false apologies. You deserve to die."

The man began to rain down blow to her weakened state and the world went black.

Days later Ruby woke up in a hospital bed, weak and half blind, the world muffled and she could barely move.

"Wh- nnngh." Ruby moaned as her throat pained her. A blond mass beside her began to stir, and lilac-eyes fluttered open. "Ruby!" The blonde made to embrace the bedridden soldier, but she paused staring at the mass of bandages encompassing the young woman.

"Ya- " A harsh series of coughs rocked the soldier as her throat cracked again painfully. "W-Water," Ruby croaked out.

"Oh, oh my! Yes of course." Yang snapped out of her daze bursting into action at once. In her haste, Yang spilled the first cup, and the second cup didn't fare well either. By the time she finally gave her wounded sister the water, Ruby was already swimming in and out of consciousness.

Ruby sipped the water slowly, rather than gulping it down as she had yet to trust herself not to drown. When Ruby finally had her fill, finally made a move to sit up, though that quickly became a mistake on her part.

Pain paralyzed her, and she barely restrained her scream to a barely audible groan, yet the pain wouldn't stop and soon Yang became concerned, before screaming for a nurse just as they world lost it's grip on Ruby

It was years before Weiss noticed a new mark larger than the occasional cut or bruise. This time it was a large bruise on her arm, oddly shaped like a hand. An icy chill hand down Weiss' spine and Weiss felt close to vomiting.

Her soulmate had gone through so much pain and just when Weiss thought her soulmate might be happy something like this appeared. Weiss locked the door to her office and she sat behind her desk her breath coming in large heaving gasps as she did so.

Weiss thought she had it tough, a distant father, being the cause of her mother and sister's death, being a target for many of the mafia and gangs, yet nothing came close to what her other part had to go through, and was still going through.

By the time Weiss had calmed down, the bruise she had been sporting was already fading away, just like the burns so many years ago and the cuts and bruises before that.

"I wish I could be there to sooth your wounds, but chance is a fickle thing." And with that profound statement, Weiss quickly attempted to drown herself in her work. This new case was getting too dangerous, perhaps she should look into a bodyguard. Just until this was all over.

Ruby was having a terrible day, first her prosthetic was acting up, then she ran out of edible food, which was the start of an hour walk in the rain, before some jerk decided to drench her with his car. To top it off her boyfriend decided to get drunk.

Now she was sporting a bruised arm and some aching knuckles.

"I really wish I didn't stop drinking, today deserves a good spot of scotch," Ruby mumbled tiredly as she wrapped up her police statement. A nearby officer nodded his sympathies to her as they left.

Ruby collapsed into her sofa, "Why must all men be such pigs," she lamented.

"After this, I swear I'm giving up on love. I'd rather be alone than deal with this again." Ruby blinked away the sudden tears in her eyes.

"Why does it always have to be like this?" she asked the empty apartment, as distant screams from her past tried to overwhelm the barriers in her mind.

'Dyke!'

'Whore!'

'No good slut!'

'You don't belong here."

"You deserve to die!"

The screams in her mind grew louder, and the smell of blood reached her nose. Ruby went to gag, clutching at her head, desperate for the voices to fade back into her being. "I'm not a dyke. I'm normal, a normal girl with normal knees." Ruby chanted.

Ruby spent the rest of the night like this. Ignoring the faint ding of her phone email, with the title flashing on the screen, unaware how it would change her entire life.

"BodyGuard Position. You're hired."