Like most fans, I have a stringent belief that every single pairing is technically possible, though some are more difficult than others. Something like Arkos or ReNora is relatively easier to carry out since we saw it in canon, and can thus extrapolate from that to write their interactions. Even ships like Lancaster or White Knight can be done with more ease since they have a history of rich interactions.

However, this becomes far more difficult with pairings that have no prior interactions, like Knightshade (which required Coeur Fraking Al'Aran to do properly). Then come the pairings with NO interactions, like Silent Knight... Or Topaz.

Here, I will try my very best to write a small fanfic exploring one way this ship could come to be. I will try and keep updating it for as long as possible and do not have a definite end in sight. Anyone who wishes to can continue this idea of they wish or try another if this fic or the ship itself seize your fancy.

I hope you enjoy this.:)

RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and was created by Monty Oum (RIP), Kerry Shawcross, Miles Luna and many others. I created this fic and nothing more.

The city of Vale, capital of the Kingdom of Vale, was by all means the personification of the ideals of individuality that followed the Color Revolution. Every building was made in unique designs, for unique people, in unique colours and shapes. From the Council Building with its green and golden plaque in the front of the beautiful azure building, to the statue of the King of Vale in the centre of the city. The peoples of this Kingdom were dressed in different garbs, bearing the names of different colours and walking different paths in life. Truly, Vale was a living reminder of the values of individuality that Remnant lived by.

However, there is a downside to individuality. Because each man is different, that also means that some would be of a naturally higher lot in life, like the people who lived in the beautiful high buildings of Vale, while those of the lowest, meanest and cruellest lives, lived in the gutters and alleys besides these beautiful buildings. They foraged in the refuse of the higher folk for their lives, ate from the rotting leftovers thrown by the hotels, clothed themselves in the rags that were no longer acceptable for more respectable children. These were, by all means, just as much rats as the ones in the trash that kept them alive for another day of stealing for food and scurrying for cover. Such was freedom and individuality indeed!

One such rat was right now rummaging in the leftovers thrown by one of the richer restaurants in the city. While the cooks wouldn't call the police on them so near to their hotel, she would still get thrashed if she did not hurry in getting herself some food. Better to eat it now too, before the older kids stole it. A dry loaf of bread, the leftovers of some half eaten meat dish, some vegetables that weren't lost to rats just yet...nothing was above her dignity and was shoved down as fast as possible. It would not be enough to tide her for more than a few hours, but this was all she could get for now.

However, busy as she was in listening for the cooks, she all but ignored the people walking outside in the streets. They ignored her too except for some pitying glances, so it was all well.

At least, until the sound of small feet running was audible to her, and a small boy ran into the alley as if dogs were after him. He looked briefly disgusted at the sight of the alley, before he seemed to come to a decision. Then he jumped behind the trash can Emerald was feeding off.

Emerald was so stunned for a few minutes that she didn't know whether to bolt or stay. The boy was looking over the can with the top of his head, looking so nervous that he all but ignored Emerald standing right there. Whoever his pursuers were, they clearly filled him with such dread that he was barely thinking straight. Emerald gaped at him even as the voices of other people came outside.

The boy paled at once, and grabbed Emerald's wrist. She jerked it out at once, nearly toppling him. Her reprisal was stopped when he threw his hands up in surrender at once.
"Wait! Look, look, look. I don't want to be found, they're going to do horrible things to me. Please, just go on like you saw nothing. I'll owe you one, I promise. Please, I'm kind of in trouble right now and-they're here!", the last was said in a squeal as he jumped back.

The voices outside were raised, and Emerald could recognise that they were adults. They were looking for this boy? Was he in trouble with the wrong people?

Emerald bit her lip. She knew that there were those who picked up kids that were alone and defenceless. A friend of hers had disappeared too, and she had never come back. She didn't want to see any other kid disappear like that.

But what of they came into the alley? They would catch her too, and she would disappear. She didn't know what they did the kids that disappeared, but she didn't want to find out. She should just run for it and leave this boy. Better him than her.

But if they could both flee...

She gulped, her decision made. She had to act on itListenbefore she lost her nerve or those people looked in.

"Come on", she hissed, grabbing his sleeve and pulling the surprised boy to a hole in the wall. He seemed to be afraid, and pulled back. She snarled and he jumped. Clearly, he was not a very brave kid.

"Listen, you idiot. I'm getting you out of here. You want to escape? Then follow me. I'll get you out of here." Without waiting for the blonde to respond, she slipped to the crack in the wall that was hidden by the heaps. Nobody had cleaned it for years, so nobody knew her secret way of finding food. She wriggled through the tiny hole, and stood on the other side, waiting.

A moment later, a blonde head poked out of it, and the disheveled boy followed out. Emerald didn't stop for a moment after that, weaving between the small alleys with a the experience of all ten years of her life. The boy was following her if the clumsy footfalls were to be trusted, but she refused to slow down for a moment. If they were followed, she would prefer that he slow them down long enough for her escape.

"I'll take you to the main road and leave you there. From there, you can find the coppers to the left and go longer to the east for The House. That's in the direction of that big blue building with the axes. I'll go my own way, don't follow me. I can look out for mys-"

Her breathe caught. It wasn't the people who made kids disappear, but it was almost as bad. A tall red headed kid leaned almost insolently on the wall in the corner.

Tin Renard leered at her from the corner, the biggest kid on the block looking at her with something between greed and anger. He was still carrying the scar of the time she cut him on the eye, and he was scratching it with the looks of someone who hadn't forgotten.

"Re-Renard!", her voice went an octave higher like the cats. The blonde was still behind her, whispering something to her. He was asking her questions. She hastily told him to run from the corner of her mouth. She couldn't run from the bigger boy, but he could still get away."We've got the kid takers behind us! We have to run!"

He didn't believe her. His grin turned hungry as he took three steps closer until he was spitting distance of her.

"Huh? That's funny, Em. You said that last time we met too. Running into them daily? Come,I'll take care of you. Renard will take care of things. And we can talk about me eye while we're about it... And your eye too. Red will look damn pretty on me with my hair."

As she walked back in blind terror, she cursed that boy for making her run, then get her here this moment right onto Tin Renard. She cursed the kid stealers. And above all, she cursed herself for being so dumb...

Then a blonde head was suddenly in front of her, and she suddenly noted, now that he wasn't crouching, that the boy was tall, taller than her.

And taller than Tin Renard.

Renard jumped back at suddenly facing someone bigger than himself."Get out of my way, brat. The kid's mine! She gave me this scar here" he pointed to his eye "and I'm going to give it back to her!"

The taller boy didn't even flinch as he glared at Renard. Cursing quietly, Renard turned and left.

Emerald's breathing fell back into normal. She stared at the idiot she had been rescuing moments earlier, who had just rescued her.

The boy turned to give her a shaky grin, and she suddenly realised that he was just as scared as she had been.

"I'm Jaune, by the way. Jaune Arc. Mom says that ladies love it, but I'm not seeing that right now. Shall we go on?"

Emerald nodded dumbly, and walked forward, tracing another path.

This time, she made sure that he was just behind her.

Here we are. The very first chapter of the fic done. The two lead characters of the play have met, had the beginning of a small adventure, and introduced themselves to each other. Emerald by her actions and Jaune by the very familiar words.

Oh Jaune, and you wonder why Weiss didn't fall for you? You are incorrigible!

This little jaunt of theirs is not even close to over yet. Our two leads have just met and introduced themselves, and there is potential for a friendship between them, no matter how faint. They have both rescued each other, and showed their best traits. Not an ideal First Sight, but this will have to do for now. Later...who knows? Except me.

Please review. Even if it is just to say that you read this fic. Reviews make me want to write more and better. Have a nice day/night.

-The Increasing