Hi Everyone, Rosesaiyan2 here again! I hope you all enjoyed last chapter as it took me awhile to write it (a whopping 3 weeks). This chapter will end off Volume 2, so it may be shorter in length compared to the normal chapter.
If you're wondering how Odyn x Ruby will play out given the tension between Dark Elves and Humans in the stoy... You'll just have to read more to find out lol. Also, there may be a cameo to another series when concerns the Elves power in combat going forward. But it is primarily a rwby crossover with Dragon Ball Super and Black Clover. There will be development with Yang and Roy going forward, so not to worry for those who like their pairing. Other pairings who will see development are as follows: Baron x Flare, Syrbyrh x Tarro, Khanna x Mercury, Valvadern x Blake, Pyrrha x Jaune/Spoiler.
I didn't mention Hailfire because I'm still deciding who she ends up with. These are the options I'm thinking of for her pairing right now: Neptune Vasilias, Sun Wukong, Oscar Pine (Volume 5).
Anyways that's all for now. Onto the chapter!
P.S.- I don't own anything other than the oc's who appear in this story and have permission to use the oc's Tarro and Daikon (via ComparedDreadx).
Opening theme:

Naruto Opening 8- Re:Call
Visuals: Stills of each member of Team Rwby and OHRF before it transitions to both teams fighting the White Fang members and Roman on top of a train in a tunnel. After the song picks up, it then transitions to both teams fighting Grimm along with other Huntsman and Huntresses in the middle of Vale amongst the rubble from the train. The song ends as both teams gather and rush the oncoming horde of monsters.
Chapter Sixteen: Breach - and the Rooftop
The alert reached Khanna in the specific way that Odyn's emergencies reached her - not through a scroll, not through a knock on the door, but through the narrow mental channel that the Elves kept between them, arriving with the quality of something both urgent and controlled.
Vale, it said. Grimm. We need everyone.
She was already moving.
Team JNPR's dormitory - one hour earlier
Jaune Arc was dreaming about waffles.
This was, for him, a comfortable dream - uncomplicated, fragrant, with the specific satisfaction of a mind that has decided to go somewhere pleasant and has found it. He was in the middle of deciding what to put on them when the knock came.
He surfaced from the dream with the mild disorientation of someone returning to a place that is significantly less pleasant than where they just were.
"Who's there?" he managed.
"Khanna. Get your gear."
Pyrrha, who was already awake, was already at the door. She opened it to find Team KDBNB in full equipment, which told her more than the words that followed.
"How bad?" she said.
"Torchwick's pulled a train through the city center," Khanna said. "Grimm are coming through the breach. Odyn and team Rwby are already engaged."
Pyrrha was already reaching for Akoúo̱.
The streets outside Beacon - fifteen minutes later
They moved through the early morning with the specific quality of people who have been trained for this and are now doing it, which is a different thing from being trained for something and the difference shows. JNPR and KDBNB in loose formation, Khanna at the point, reading the smoke plumes from the city to triangulate.
From a rooftop three buildings back, three figures watched them go.
Emerald tracked the group with the professional attention of someone logging information.
"They're going in," she said.
"Yes," Cinder said.
"We're supposed to keep our hands clean."
"Under normal circumstances." Cinder watched the smoke rising from Vale's center. "But Vale overrun by Grimm is not the outcome we need right now. Our plan requires the city functional." She was quiet for a moment. "Mercury, Emerald. Follow them. Assist in containing the breach, but do not reveal our full capabilities. Understood?"
Mercury nodded.
He was thinking about what Khanna had said to him.
You need to choose a side.
He had chosen. He was simply waiting for the right moment to make the choice visible.
Downtown Vale - the pavilion
The breach had the quality of things that are too large to be entirely processed in the moment - the King Taijitu emerging from the hole the train had made, the subsequent smaller Grimm following it with the patient malice of things that do not need to hurry because they have numbers on their side, the screaming of civilians doing the thing civilians do when screaming is the accurate response.
Team RWBY was already in it.
Team OHRF was with them, which meant it was not quite as bad as it would have been.
Odyn fought in the specific way he always fought when Ruby was nearby - not to impress, not to dominate, but to ensure that the space around her remained navigable. He was precise about it. He tracked her position the way he tracked important things - not consciously, not with effort, but in the background register of someone who has decided this matters and has organized themselves around the decision.
Ruby moved with Crescent Rose the way she moved through most things that mattered to her - completely, with the particular quality of someone for whom total engagement is simply what involvement looks like. She had become very good in the months since Mountain Glenn. Not incrementally better: qualitatively different. The difference between someone who had potential and someone who had understood what to do with it.
He had noticed.
He had not said so. There would be a better moment.
The Ursa came from Ruby's left.
He cut it down without breaking stride and kept moving.
Reinforcements
They came in the way reinforcements always come - not all at once, not neatly, but from enough directions that the pressure began to redistribute.
JNPR through the northern approach, Jaune's shield work having become, in the months since their first initiation, something that required genuine attention from opponents. Pyrrha moving in the specific, economic way she always moved, and somewhere in her movement the additional quality that had been there since Khanna's explanation - the awareness of what else was present, and its willingness, occasionally, to be there when she needed it.
KDBNB through the east, with the particular efficiency of people who have been together long enough that their combat geometries fit each other without discussion.
Daikon found Weiss fighting three Beowolves simultaneously and dispatched two of them before she had registered his arrival.
"You're welcome," he said.
"I didn't ask," she said, dispatching the third.
"Still."
They moved back-to-back without deciding to, which was where they generally ended up when they were in the same combat space, and neither of them had mentioned this.
Sun and Neptune arrived with their Junior Detective badges, which did not have combat utility but were flourished with commitment. Hailfire dealt with the Grimm that had been approaching them from behind before they noticed it.
"Thank you," Neptune said.
"Pay attention," she said.
He did. It was perhaps the most serious Neptune had been in an active combat situation, which was saying something given his natural register.
Oobleck arrived in a damaged Paladin, which was a sentence that required no elaboration.
Team CFVY came through the western approach with the specific energy of a team that has been on a very long mission and has nothing left to prove and does not need to.
Velvet, working alongside Yatsuhashi, noted the two figures in crimson and silver-green armor holding a flank position on the city's northwestern edge. She looked at them for a longer moment than the tactical situation required.
She recognized the armor.
The moment
Odyn levitated.
This was not something he generally did in public, which was perhaps why the effect was so complete - a Blue-haired teenager rising above the street with the calm deliberateness of someone performing a motion that they have done before in private and have decided, today, is no longer private.
The swords of light came into being around him the way thought comes into being around a clear conviction - not as individual items, but as the expression of something. Hundreds of them. The specific quantity that is large enough that the air changes quality.
He looked down at the city. At the remaining Grimm. At the civilians who had not yet managed to flee.
He looked at Ruby.
She was looking up at him with the expression she had - the one that was specifically for him, that did not have a public version.
He looked forward.
"Light Magic: Torrent of Blades."
The swords descended.
Not randomly. Not with the scattered chaos of an explosion. Each one found what it was looking for with the precision of something that had been told exactly where to go and had gone there - and when they found it, there was light, brief and absolute, and then the Grimm were simply not.
The silence that followed had the quality of something very large ending.
Odyn descended.
The breach was sealed.
The street was quiet in the way streets are quiet when something has recently stopped being extremely loud.
He became aware, as he landed, that he was being looked at.
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well," he said, to Roy, who was nearby.
"Well," Roy agreed.
"That may have been more than I intended to reveal."
"Yes."
"It did close the breach."
"Also yes."
"I'll need to think about how to address the questions."
"We'll need to," Roy said, with the measured emphasis of someone making clear that this is a shared problem.
The pavilion - afterward
Roman Torchwick was escorted to an Atlesian craft with the specific energy of someone performing a version of graciousness that everyone present understood was a performance.
"I can't believe you caught me," he said. "You've really shown me the error of my ways."
"Watch the hat," he added, when a Knight held his arm.
Mercury and Emerald walked him to the craft.
When they passed Ruby and the assembled group of teens, there was a brief exchange - nods, the specific warmth of people who have fought beside each other and are acknowledging it - before Roman was loaded aboard and the craft sealed.
Mercury watched him go.
He thought about the specificity of what he was doing. The performance of loyalty. The maintenance of the appearance required for the plan to work, and the specific knowledge that when the plan moved - when Cinder's operation reached its intended conclusion - he would be on the other side of it.
He was not afraid of this.
He was afraid of how many people might be hurt before he could make the side-change visible.
He was thinking about a girl with dark hair and a dark blue dress who had said: you'll remember eventually. I know you will.
He was thinking about the specific quality of being known by someone who has no tactical reason to know you.
He was thinking that this was what he was choosing. Not the machinery of Cinder's plan. Not the efficient brutality of whatever she had built toward. The specific, impractical, non-tactical quality of being known.
He filed this.
He would need it later.
Ozpin's office - that evening
The councilmen had been replaced on the holographic screen by their aggregate opinion, which was that General Ironwood should oversee Vytal Festival security, which Ironwood received with the confidence of someone who agrees and has been waiting to be asked.
Sybyrh did not explode.
She spoke precisely and clearly, which was sometimes more effective.
"The guests you are protecting are the High King and High Queen of the Arkynorean people," she said, to the councilmen, to the screen, to Ironwood's video feed. "They have brought their own escort. The escort is the Elven Vanguard. The Vanguard is not being dismissed for the duration of the Festival."
"With respect, miss-"
"The Vanguard does not report to Atlas," she said. "It reports to the High King and High Queen. If you would like to negotiate their protection arrangements, you may address their Majesties directly." She paused. "I will note that this is generally not recommended as an opening position."
The councilmen exchanged looks that they presumably believed were not visible on the video feed.
They were visible.
"Very well," Councilman One said. "We will... proceed with the arrangement as described."
When the feed ended, Ozpin turned from the window.
"That was exceptionally precise," he said.
"I said what was accurate," Sybyrh said.
"You did." He looked at her with the specific expression he had for things he had thought about for a long time. "I asked Tarro to support you. Not because I believe you require managing. Because I believe you are carrying more than you should be alone."
Sybyrh was quiet for a moment.
"The Vytal Festival is significant," she said. "Whatever Cinder is planning, it will move during the Festival. I can feel it."
"Yes," Ozpin said.
"And the Elven students at Beacon will be in the center of whatever moves."
"Yes."
"So will Ruby Rose."
He looked at her.
"Odyn told me something in Mountain Glenn," she said, "about the trajectory of things between himself and her. He didn't say it directly. He didn't need to." She paused. "She will be in the center of whatever Cinder moves. And he will be wherever she is."
"Yes," Ozpin said. "I am aware."
"And you're going to trust him to handle it."
"He has given me no reason not to."
She looked at him.
"That is either wisdom or extraordinary confidence," she said.
"As I have been told before," he agreed. "It is probably both."
Beacon - the landing platform
The four girls sat on the edge of Beacon's landing platform in the specific configuration of people who have done something large and are now on the other side of it and are collectively deciding how to feel about the other side.
"We did it," Yang said.
"We did," Blake agreed.
"I'm going to need a significant amount of sleep," Weiss said.
"Days," Yang agreed. "Weeks, ideally."
"We didn't solve everything," Ruby said.
The other three looked at her.
"We didn't," she said. "People got hurt. We still don't know what the bigger plan is, or who the girl at the CCT was. We got one piece and a lot of questions."
"That's usually what a victory looks like," Blake said. "One piece at a time."
Ruby looked at Vale across the lake. The city's lights were on, which meant its power systems were intact, which meant the structural damage was contained to the breach zone. The king Taijitu had taken out the bakery. A few structural casualties. No lives, as far as the early reports said.
"One piece at a time," she said, as though testing whether the phrase fit.
It did.
She heard footsteps.
"I don't know about sleeping forever," Roy said, from behind them. "Someone might object to that arrangement."
Team OHRF came and stood with them - the easy arrangement of people who are tired and are tired together, which is more comfortable than being tired separately.
"Where to next?" Yang said, to Roy specifically, with the quality that she generally deployed at Roy specifically.
"Sleep," he said.
"After that?"
"We'll see."
She smiled. He looked at the city.
Ruby watched this exchange with the expression she had when she was noticing something and filing it.
Then she turned to Odyn.
"Hey," she said. "Do you have some time? Later. I have something I need to say."
He looked at her. The expression on his face was the one that meant he had been thinking about something and had arrived at the conclusion that the moment was close.
"I have something I need to say too," he said.
"Later, then."
"Later," he agreed.
Yang heard all of this and made the specific face of someone storing information.
The rooftop - that evening
The rooftop above the dormitories was the place where significant things had been said before. Jaune and Pyrrha had been up here. Odyn and Ruby had done first watch on the roof of the Mountain Glenn building. The rooftop had a quality of honest altitude - you could see the city from here, and the stars, and the particular moon that hung over Beacon in its broken, patient configuration, and none of it was asking you to be anything other than present.
Odyn was there when Ruby arrived, which meant he had been there long enough to find the right position relative to the view.
"I was worried I kept you waiting," she said.
"A few minutes," he said. "Not long."
"A lady can take her time," she said.
"I believe I said something like that, yes."
She stood beside him and looked at the city. The lights of Vale across the lake were very steady tonight - a city that has had a difficult day and has returned to being a city. She found this quietly moving in a way she did not entirely understand.
"I've been working up to this for a while," she said.
"I know," he said.
"How long have you known?"
"Since approximately the Beacon Dance," he said. "I suspected earlier."
She looked at him. "And you waited."
"I wanted to hear you say it," he said. "That's your thing to say, in your own time. I didn't want to preempt it."
She processed this.
"That's either very considerate or very frustrating," she said.
"Possibly both."
"Definitely both." She looked at the city. "Okay. Here is what I want to say." She turned to face him fully, which was the version of herself that did not manage what she was saying. "You are my best friend. You have been my best friend since approximately forty-eight hours after we met, which is faster than I have ever made a best friend before. And somewhere in the time between then and now, I fell in love with you. Completely. Not despite anything - just completely."
She held his gaze.
"I know this is complicated," she said. "I know our people have reasons not to trust each other and that it's going to be rocky and that there will be humans who decide this is something to have opinions about. I've thought about all of that." She paused. "I still want it. I want you. Whatever that comes with."
He looked at her with the expression that was the most honest one he had - the one that appeared when he had stopped being careful and was simply there.
"I've been in love with you for longer than I admitted it," he said. "I told myself I was being thorough - that I was making sure I understood what I was feeling before I said anything. That's partly true." He was quiet for a moment. "The other part is that it felt too large to say incorrectly. I needed to know I was saying the true thing."
"And now?"
"Now I'm certain," he said. "I'm in love with you. Not carefully. Not with conditions. Not as a consideration or a decision. I'm in love with you because you are who you are, and I would not choose otherwise."
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He was tall enough that this required standing on her toes, which she did, and then she kissed him - not tentatively, not as a question, but as the specific answer she had been working up to for months, complete and unhesitating.
He put his arms around her and kissed her back with the same quality - the quality of something that is not performing itself but simply is.
When they separated, they were both a very specific shade of red and were looking at each other with the expressions of people who have just confirmed something that they already knew but are feeling the confirmation regardless.
"Well," she said.
"Yes," he agreed.
"We're - this is real now."
"Yes, it is."
"We're-" She stopped. "Boyfriend and girlfriend doesn't quite feel-"
"No," he agreed. "I don't intend to leave. I intend to stay for as long as you'll have me, which is a different arrangement from the conventional one."
She looked at him.
"I'll have you for the rest of my life," she said.
"Then that's the arrangement," he said.
From around the corner of the roof access, the specific sound of three people attempting to be completely still and silent drifted toward them, because Team RWBY's remaining members had excellent combat training and very limited practice at not being audible when emotionally invested.
Odyn looked at the corner.
"Yang," he said.
"I'm not here," Yang said, from the corner.
"Blake."
"Definitely not here," Blake said.
"Weiss."
A pause.
"I am here but it was entirely accidental," Weiss said.
He looked at Ruby.
She pressed her face against his chest and made a sound that was somewhere between embarrassment and laughter.
"Your sister," he said, with mild dignity.
"I know," she said. "She means well."
"I'm aware."
"She's going to be insufferable about this."
"Also aware."
"She took photos, didn't she."
"Almost certainly."
Yang emerged from around the corner with the expression of someone who has absolutely taken photos and is going to be very kind about it.
"Congratulations," she said, to both of them, and the word had in it everything she meant - the genuine warmth of someone who has been watching two people find their way to each other and is glad they found it.
Blake emerged and smiled in the specific way she smiled when something had gone the way she was quietly hoping it would.
Weiss emerged with her hands over her face and immediately removed them to demonstrate that she was composed.
"Well," Weiss said, composedly.
"Yes," Odyn agreed.
"This is-"
"Yes."
"Good," she said. "This is good." She straightened her jacket. "Ruby, you could have said something earlier, you know. The rest of us have been waiting."
"You could have said something earlier," Ruby said, incredulous. "You were the one who told me to-"
"I suggested it in a theoretical sense-"
"You literally said 'confess to him already'-"
"In a supportive capacity-"
Yang put her arm around Weiss's shoulders. "She means congratulations," she said.
Weiss looked at Yang. She looked at Odyn and Ruby, who were standing together with the specific quality of two people who have arrived somewhere and are not intending to leave it. She looked at the city across the lake, visible from the roof, lit and quiet and ordinary in the specific way that the ordinary becomes very beautiful after a day that was not ordinary.
"Congratulations," she said.
It was the genuine one.
Later - the dormitory hallway
The walk back down from the rooftop had the quality of an evening that knows it is concluding and is not in any hurry about it.
Roy and Yang were walking slightly ahead, which was either intentional or simply the configuration that happened when Roy was walking in the same direction as Yang and Yang was walking in the same direction as Roy.
"You should come see my dad," Yang said, to Roy specifically.
"Your father."
"He'll want to meet you."
"You've told him about me?"
"I've told him there's a red-haired guy at school with really good instincts and a genuinely irritating tendency to be right about things." She paused. "He asked if I liked him."
"What did you say?"
"I said I was working on it."
Roy considered this. "And now?"
"I've worked on it," she said.
He looked at her.
She looked forward.
"I'd like to meet your father," he said.
She smiled. "Good."
Flare and Baron were behind them, which was not the configuration they had started in and which neither of them had quite registered arriving at. They were talking about something that had nothing to do with the battle, which was the specific quality of a conversation between two people who have found that most subjects are comfortable in each other's company.
"The flowers near the park," Flare was saying.
"I didn't know they grew this time of year," Baron said.
"They do," she said. "Early autumn, before the first frost. They're very short-lived."
"We should go see them."
She looked at him.
"Before they're gone," he said.
She smiled at him, and the smile had the warmth of something very specific - the warmth of being invited to something ordinary as though ordinary things were worth the attention, which they were.
"Yes," she said. "We should."
Behind all of them, Odyn and Ruby walked together in the specific configuration they had arrived at: her hand in his, which was the simplest possible version of what they were now, and entirely sufficient.
She was looking at the corridor as they walked, and she had the expression she had when she was happy in the uncomplicated, immediate way - not performed, not managed, simply there.
He was looking at her.
Not constantly. In the intervals. The way you look at things you intend to keep.
"Hey," she said.
"Yes?"
"I'm glad it's you."
"So am I," he said.
She squeezed his hand.
He squeezed back.
The corridor continued, and the dormitories were close, and the night above Beacon held its stars with the patient endurance that stars have when they have been doing this for a very long time and have stopped needing to be noticed.
The moon was still broken.
Everything below it was, in various ways, not.
End of Chapter Sixteen - End of Volume Two
Volume Three begins in Chapter Seventeen: Round One - The Vytal Tournament
The things that resolve do not always resolve with ceremony. Sometimes they resolve in the space between two people on a rooftop, in the gap between one sentence and the next, in the particular warmth of a hand that has found the hand it was looking for.
Sometimes the most significant things are the quietest.
Ruby Rose had said: I am in love with you.
Odyn Albanar had said: I know. I am too.
And then the city was still lit, and the stars were out, and the dormitory corridor was the same corridor it had always been, and nothing about the world had changed except for the specific two people walking through it together.
Which is generally enough.
Which is, in fact, everything.
Ending theme: My Song My Days by Solidemo (Black Clover Ending 6)
Visuals: Characters of Team Rwby, Team OHRF, and KDBNB along with JNPR
And... done! Volume 2 has officially come to a close! Thanks for everyone who took the time to support and read this story! Next Chapter will start Volume 3. The main pairing finally came to fruition! So as you can tell there will be some challenges for Odyn and Ruby with their relationship now. Loose ends that will be tied up in the next Volume (hopefully lol) are: (1)What's happening with Pyrrha as she hears another voice inside of her, (2) Clarity on the relationship between Tarro and Sybyrh, (3) development for Baron x Flare, (4) Solve the mystery of who Hailfire ends up with later in the story, and (5) more development for Roy x Yang.
Anyways... I may include a separate chapter for Beat and Note as they're the pairing I'll do that for in the next Volume. Hopefully you guys enjoyed that chapter!