The rise of Sswei
'Yang, I need to speak to you.'
'whats up ice queen? lonely? ;)
'Not now, Yang. This is serious.'
'alright. wanna meet up?'
The faint scent of lavender and the enveloping warmth. Weiss was not sure which of these woke her, but nevertheless, she was now aware of them. And at first, she was too dazed to notice that these elements were not a part of her waking-up routine. She simply enjoyed them for what they were; encompassing, pleasant and very, very easy to cuddle towards.
And cuddling towards the source of the warmth was much easier for Weiss as she was wrapped by a pair of arms, one across her back with fingertips coming to a rest on her bare breasts, the other lying on her waist. Weiss deduced she was naked. It did nothing to bother her. The light touches against her flesh produced pleasurable surges of ecstasy through her body, and within a minute, Weiss pressed closer, hoping to revel entirely in this mysterious delight.
Weiss' leg met another, a firm leg that was smooth and affable to touch. Her left arm reached around a pair of strong shoulders, becoming lost in an overabundance of long, soft and untamed hair. Her right hand found the body of her companion, a body that was wonderfully toned, tempting her to trace circles on their skin. Before Weiss could attempt to feel the gratification of caressing such a tight, sexy body, a finger slipped into their navel. This failed to deter her, and Weiss slowly and sensually slid her hand over their stomach, accidentally brushing against a perky pair of breasts. In her stupor, Weiss wanted to wake the owner of this incredible body, feeling that everything she wanted from a lover was right here, in this bed.
Weiss' slight strokes had awoken the sleeping beauty, who retorted with a small giggle and turned on her side. Yang had already decided on a course of action, and repaid Weiss' sensitive touches by very gently tickling her waist and torso. In an instant, Weiss squirmed and giggled with a joyful smile, loving the delicate sensation, loving being helpless in Yang's grasp as she caused such glee by prickling her soft skin. After a moment, the playful tickling stopped, and their feet rubbed against each other while their heads moved closer, Weiss placing a hand on Yang's bare breasts.
"Morning…" Yang muttered.
They kissed, and without reticence.
At least, it started without reticence. The moment that Yang had spoken was the moment that Weiss began to realise that she was half-asleep, and this was shortly followed by her realising that something was amiss with this scenario. She had never woken up with anyone before, and had not planned to do so in the near future. If not for this realisation, Weiss might have started to use her tongue, but instead, her eyes opened much wider than her mouth would have in that situation.
As she had already inferred, Weiss was locking lips with Yang, had a hand on her breasts, and was stark naked. In addition, she was rather moist, her body ready to have sex with the attractive blonde. All of these pieces of information ran through her mind now that she had become more alert, and they culminated in Weiss suddenly leaping out of the bed with a short scream.
In the process, she had not considered that Yang's bed was suspended in the air, and fell to the floor with a small thud, gripping the bed cover in her panic. As well as falling face first on the floor, Weiss was quickly covered in the blanket, as though the world was trying to hide her embarrassment on her behalf.
"You!" Weiss cried while tangled in the blanket. "What did you do!?"
Yang poked her head over the edge of the bed while Weiss fought a fierce battle with the covers. After a moment, the heiress' head shot through, blue eyes shooting frozen daggers at Yang.
"Me?" Yang pointed at herself innocently with a sly smile. "Do what?"
"What. Did. You. Do to get me in your bed like that? In such a compromising position?" For lack of clothing at hand, Weiss covered herself in the blanket, although Yang had not bothered taking any precautions against her nudity yet.
"Ahem, sweetie, I'm pretty sure 'you' came to 'me' last night. I like your morning-after hair, by the way." Yang leaned on the edge of the bed, arms crossed.
Last night?
Weiss tried desperately to recall the events of the previous night. She failed. Her mind became blank, a void from which nothing could be reclaimed.
However, she had no need of those memories, because Weiss knew that she was incapable of such silly actions.
"I came to you?" Weiss jabbed a finger in the air at Yang. "Do I strike you as some floozy looking to jump into bed with the prettiest blonde in school for no reason? No, if something occurred, 'you' were the cause of it."
"Doth the princess protest too much?" Hit by a sudden pang in her head, Yang leaned back and rubbed her forehead. "Nope, you wanted this… I think."
"Oh, so now it's 'I think.'" Weiss put her hands on her hips. "You can't even remember last night yourself."
"Can you?"
In addition to a lack of recollection, Weiss also had a raging headache, a pain the likes of which she had never experienced. She may have been overcome by a mixture of anger and shame, but she also wanted to crawl back into a bed- her own bed- and sleep the day away.
"Irrelevant." Weiss avoided the simple question, and paced around the RWBY dormitory. "To think that my first kiss was performed in such an egregious manner. My family would never let me live this down."
Yang had been distracted by the bed sheets, and felt it necessary to bring something to Weiss' attention.
"Oh ho, Weissie, the past few hours was your first time for more than just kissing." Yang couldn't suppress a chuckle, and leaned down to grab Weiss by the arm, pulling her to the bed with a strong grip.
Weiss wanted to pull away, but lost the will to resist when she saw blood on the bed sheets. It was not a tremendous amount of blood, but enough to indicate that her virginity now lied in tatters.
"So that's why my hand smells funny. And looks a little red." Yang pondered with amusement.
"This is… just… so…" Weiss solemnly started.
"Hey, take it easy, Weiss." Yang tried to put a comforting arm around Weiss. "This doesn't have to mean anything, you know. Take what you want from this experience."
"I would if I could remember it!" Weiss wailed like a child and ran for the bathroom. "This is just so unfair!"
Weiss spent some time in the bathroom composing herself. She showered first, hoping that a stream of water would bring back her memories of last night. As expected, it didn't, and while she was there, Weiss relieved herself of the lubricant she accrued that morning, now hoping that repetitive hand movement would serve as a reminder. This also failed, though she felt slightly better afterwards. Clean and refreshed, Weiss straightened her hair so that it fell in its natural state.
After putting some thought into the morning, Weiss organised her feelings, and knew what ultimately frustrated her. It was not the fact that she had sex with Yang, or even that it was her first time actually engaging in sex; it was simply the fact that she remembered nothing of what should have been a special occasion. Weiss took her relationships seriously, and was always too scared to try and develop them further out of fear of breaking them. So, this begged the question.
How? How did Weiss sleep with Yang? What no-doubt alcohol infused strategy did she employ to make this happen? And why was Yang so accepting of this?
Weiss stepped out of the bathroom in her regular combat attire to find that the dormitory was now empty, with a note on her bed.
'Using JNPR's shower. We can talk later.
XXX
P.S Avoid Ruby.'
Three kisses? That was rather excessive. Maybe not, coming from Yang. One kiss was probably enough when addressing a friend, meaning that a trio implied a more romantic nature. Right? Weiss shrugged and threw the note into a trash can.
She left the dormitory to find that the hallway was a complete mess. Confetti had been sprayed everywhere, with posters haphazardly strewn across the walls. The door to the JNPR dormitory was open, but she heard no voices, indicating that only Yang was its occupant. It seemed likely that Yang didn't actually have permission to use their shower, but nobody was around to stop her.
Curious as to what devastated the hallway, Weiss picked up one of several posters.
Jaune's welcoming party!
New first years and my fellow second year students, I want you!
Alcohol provided! Please don't tell the teachers!
If you're a teacher, please ignore this poster!
The canteen, starting at 8 P.M!
As expected from Jaune Arc, this poster was nothing more than a poorly written, pathetic scribble, but he compensated for this with quantity.
Hold on, Jaune organised a party for the lower half of the school? This seemed highly relevant somehow. In this case, Jaune must have some answers for her.
Footsteps. Light as a whisper. Weiss turned around to see a black-themed figure walking towards her.
"Blake?"
Blake's face was mostly obscured by her hair, and she seemed to be avoiding Weiss. However, when Weiss called out to her, Blake sharply whipped around, staring her in the eyes.
Blake had cat whiskers drawn on her cheeks. The cat Faunus set her steely gaze on Weiss with sheer resentment.
"…Hi, Blake." Weiss might have laughed, but the aura surrounding Blake suggested this was no laughing matter. No matter the case, Weiss found the black whiskers to be rather adorable.
"Weiss." Blake growled. "I gave you that permanent marker in good faith. And I'm repaid with treachery."
Those whiskers were Weiss' doing? Naturally, she remembered nothing about this.
"Oh, I, uh…" Weiss stammered.
Instead of responding, Blake irately stormed into their dormitory, slamming the door behind her with enough force to unhinge a poster glued to the wall.
"Okay then." Weiss didn't ponder on it for too long.
A few minutes later, and the effects of last night's party appeared widespread. The courtyard had empty kegs scattered in the fountain, the statue of the heroes was covered in toilet paper, windows were trashed, nowhere had been unscathed. At some point, she saw a student floating unconscious in the courtyard's side lake. Professor Goodwitch was furiously attempting to remove vomit staining the wall leading to the canteen, and Weiss used her better judgment to use a second entrance.
"WEEEIIIIISSSSS!"
Weiss had made it around the side of the main building when a female voice screamed her name for all in Vale to hear. It felt as though the trees and grass flowed with the scream, like a hurricane was imminent. She slowly turned around, heart racing.
A red cloak signalled Ruby, with an expression that revealed more than anger. It was fury.
"Ruby." Weiss gulped.
Ruby sped towards her in a flurry of roses, and slammed into her like a bullet. They flew into the building, pushing aside crates and tables. Weiss had barely acknowledged that they were in the canteen when Ruby pinned Weiss to the floor.
"I know what you did, Weiss! I know what you did to him!"
This was the first time in her life that she was genuinely afraid of her leader, and Weiss struggled under her grasp.
"Ruby, please, I don't know what you mean!"
"You can't feign ignorance now! You did this to him! He'll never be the same again!"
"Who's he!?"
Her question was quickly answered.
A small black blur moved out of the corner of their eyes. Ruby let Weiss go, and slowly made her way towards it.
"You poor thing…" Ruby sweetly murmured. "Look at what mean ol' Weiss did to you…"
Weiss staggered to her feet, leaning on a table for support.
A puppy swayed from side to side, something hanging out its mouth. Weiss recognised it as Zwei, but something was off about the dog. His eyes were glazed over, half open, like a drunk, and in fact, the thing hanging from its mouth was a bottle of beer.
Zwei sat on his hind legs and swigged from the bottle. He then fell on his side, clutching the brown bottle with his short, stubby legs. The appearance resembled an alcoholic in denial and if he could talk, Weiss would imagine him saying 'pfft, I'm not drunk, I schwear! I know my limits!'
As Zwei lay on his side with his tongue sticking out, Ruby bent down and tried to retrieve the bottle. He responded by growling and clutching it tighter, threatening to bite his master.
"I turned a dog into an alcoholic?" Weiss had never imagined she would say that sentence.
"I thought I knew you, Weiss." Ruby sighed, defeated. She picked up Zwei. "Weiss. You're never, ever, EVER drinking again. In fact, no wait, our team and JNPR are never drinking again!"
Ruby dashed away, leaving rose petals in her wake. All the while, her shouts and complaints could be heard loud and clear throughout the school.
Weiss supposed that she must have drank an excessive amount of alcohol last night, something she had never predicted would be one of her actions in her lifetime.
'Oh, and someone used Crescent Rose as a gardening tool! Great!' Weiss heard in the background.
Rummaging nearby alerted her to the presence of a witness of that event. The canteen was just as messy as the rest of the school, with tables flipped on their sides, lights broken, windows shattered, and boxes and kegs lying everywhere. Only one tables was in its correct position, and on one end sat a pile of garbage, and next to it, a stack of empty cardboard crates.
Except these cardboard crates were not empty. They shifted slightly and topples over, and Jaune Arc emerged.
If last night had been unkind to her and Yang, it must have been torture for Jaune. He wore his regular clothes on his upper body, but wore no trousers or shoes and socks. Instead, he wore a cardboard box around his waist labelled 'may contain nuts.'
"Who. Is. Shouting…?" Jaune stumbled forth and fell onto the table, the box scratching the sides. His hair was severely unkempt and dirty, and his voice was raspy and dry.
"Jaune?" Weiss spoke barely audibly.
"OW! Why are you shouting at me!?" He whined, and put his head on the table. This allowed Weiss to notice the mud clinging to his bare legs.
"I see that you also experienced a raucous night." She reluctantly sat opposite him.
"Probably…" Jaune shrugged. "What happened to my pants…?" He only just noticed his missing clothing.
"You don't remember?"
Somewhere far away, they heard Ruby shout 'Oh, great, someone tried to make beer in the Emerald Forest!'
"Huh, that sounds kinda familiar." Jaune noted. He lifted his head from the table to reveal bloodshot eyes. "Wait, where am I?"
"The cafeteria."
"Oh, what?" He sat back in surprise. "Why?"
"Maybe this will serve as a reminder."
Weiss put his poster in his hands. He spent a few moments squinting at it.
"Uh huh, uh huh… Oh boy." Jaune seemed surprised, then understanding. "I 'did' organise a party, didn't I?"
"You couldn't remember?"
"Snow queen, I have the mother of all headaches. I'm pretty sure I got wasted."
"Yes, and so did almost everybody else who attended your bash." Weiss crossed her arms.
"Wait, including you? What happened to you?"
Weiss choked and turned beet red.
"Nothing! Nothing happened."
"Yup, totally smooth lie there, snow queen."
They sat in silence for a minute, trying to subside their hangovers.
'Who drew whiskers on my kitty cat!?' Ruby's shouts could still be heard for miles around.
Jaune sighed and looked towards the other end of the room, past the pile of garbage. The cafeteria was open, though no one manned it.
"You think they have kebabs here?" He asked.
"Do you think anyone will serve the student who is responsible for destroying the school in a single night?"
"It's not my fault! I'm not responsible for drunk Jaune, the guy's a moron! Seriously, have you seen the sober me?" He put a palm to his face.
"Can you remember anything that 'drunk Jaune' did last night?"
"Nope. How about drunk Weiss?"
"No. And that's rather a problem for me. I'd very much like to know."
Jaune tapped his chin several times.
"Looks like Ruby knows a few things."
"I don't think she's in an amicable mood."
"You know, making up words doesn't make you sound smarter."
Weiss rolled her eyes.
"It seems I was expecting too much from you."
"Why would you do that?"
Weiss conceded that this was a good question.
And so, her attempt to track down last night's events had already hit a roadblock. Even the organiser of the party had no clues to give. Putting a hand to her chin, Weiss deeply sighed.
"I'm already out of leads and it seems nobody can currently help me. Unfortunate."
"OBJECTION!"
They didn't know from where the voice originated, and Jaune yelped in surprise, both looking around the cafeteria.
From the pile of garbage bags, a short, orange haired figure shot out, and slammed her hands on the table.
"Nora-"
Nora, after mysteriously emerging from her hiding (Sleeping?) place, put a finger to Jaune's lips.
"This witness has vital testimony to offer!"
Weiss and Jaune would have been more surprised by the sudden appearance of Nora, but now that they were in the second year, it was difficult for her to surprise them.
The currently most striking feature about Nora was not the banana peel on her shoulder, but the bandages around her head.
"Nora, are you hurt?" Jaune inquired.
"Pfft, please, it's only head trauma and mild brain damage." Nora burst out laughing as though it were irrelevant. "I only lose tons of blood out of my injury every couple of hours, no biggie."
She dropped into a seat next to Weiss.
"I feel that it makes no difference to you." Weiss commented.
"Duh." Nora waved the point away. "But anyway, I remember something about you last night!"
"What?" Weiss and Jaune said in synchronisation.
"I remember. I remember like it was just yesterday…"
Nora lay on a gold, sophisticated couch, surrounded by suitors like an empress. A giant crumbled cookie hung in the sky, watching over the occupants of the area. Some people leaned on large pieces of broccoli, engaging in delightful banter about the wonderfulness of this soiree. She casually ate grapes as people lined up to speak with her. She was the centre of attention here in Foodland. Her first suitor was Ren, dressed sharply with a bundle of white liquorice. He knelt down, looking at her in panic.
"Nora, we need to leave. Leave with me, to a far, far away place."
"Never! Ren, I just can't! My heart is bound to another!"
"But Nora, I can't take care of you if you don't leave with me!"
"Enough Ren!" Nora melodramatically put an arm to her head. "Just leave without me! My true love awaits."
Ren, defeated, stood and placed the white liquorice on her couch.
"This night has been a disaster. Someone will take care of you, I'm sure."
"Good! Begone!" Nora leaned back and popped another grape in her mouth. Next to her, somebody knocked over a keg of soft drinks, which flowed into a moat to produce an overly sweetened river. The giant crumbled cookie in the sky was slowly moving as time passed.
As Ren walked away, someone else stepped forward. A tall blonde. Yang knelt down and took the roses.
"Why, Yang!" Nora exclaimed, and shot up into a seating position. "You came to see me, how wonderful!"
"Don't worry, Nora, everything's going to be alright now!"
For some reason, Yang started wrapping the liquorice around her head like a crown, but Nora didn't care.
"Yes, yes, Yang! If I'm with you, everything will be fine!" Nora pulled closer to Yang as the blonde finished applying the liquorice. Then, she felt a faint vibration. "Why, you even brought a special toy, I feel. You really thought of everything, Yang!"
"Nah, that's my scroll." To Nora's dismay, Yang stepped back and took a chocolate bar out of her jacket. "Hey, it's Weiss! I knew she'd call eventually."
"W-W-Wh-Weiss!?" Nora cried and flipped out of her couch. "Why, how, when!?"
Yang ignored Nora's ramblings and walked away, talking into the chocolate, but she could no longer be heard.
"Why have you forsaken me Yang!? Why!?"
A giant black cat picked up Nora, who had felt faint while her cries echoed into the night.
"Nora."
"S'up, Weissie?"
"When did you suffer your brain damage?"
"Last night, just before that story took place."
Weiss and Jaune threw their arms and groaned in frustration.
"That literally explains everything." Jaune had realised the futility of listening to this story at the mid-way point, and had returned with a pile of sandwiches he took from the kitchen.
"But that cat was really mean." Nora scratched her bandages. "It kept trying to drop me, but damn, did I cling on! Until it threw me into the trash. By the way, why can I taste pinecones?"
"Those were probably the grapes." Jaune answered for her.
They spent several minutes eating the sandwiches. Weiss was extremely tempted to discard Nora's story as a delusional, concussion-induced rambling, but the final part involving chocolate intrigued her. It seems that she had made a call to Yang last night. In which case, the call may have been recorded.
Weiss pushed the plate aside and took out her scroll, looking at her past calls.
In the process, Jaune and Nora had slyly moved behind her, looking down over each shoulder.
"Can I help you?" Weiss asked, annoyed, without even looking at them.
"Come on, give us the ice cream scoop." Nora poked her shoulder.
Was there a point in trying to hide this anymore? They wouldn't leave her alone until she told them. She doubted anymore harm could come to her dignity at this point.
"I woke up with Yang this morning. It was clear that we had sex."
With a gasp, Nora threw herself to the ground and grovelled.
"Why will nobody ship me and Yang!?" She cried, hitting the floor with a clenched fist. "It's not fair that the kitty cat and Weiss get all the good pairings!" She continued to uncontrollably wail for a short while.
Weiss and Jaune ignored Nora.
"Yeesh, Weiss." Jaune scratched the back of his head. "Looks like we've all got problems because of last night."
"Yes. Nice party." Weiss snidely said.
"Hey, hey, I'm pretty sure everyone had a good time last night." He readjusted his box. "And that's all that matters."
No, it wasn't all that mattered. However, Weiss wasn't going to start this debate now.
According to her scroll, she had sent several messages to Yang and made a single call.
"A bunch of message and a call to Yang?" Jaune noted. "Boy, you must have been desperate."
"Very funny. Those messages were before last night."
"Yeah? What were they about?"
Weiss remained silent, not willing to give details on her discussions with Yang. The single call intrigued her, as it was certainly made last night. A detail that Nora got correct. The entire call had been recorded, meaning that it was available for access right now.
Slowly, nervously, Weiss summoned her courage, each second passing bringing her a second closer to uncovering the secrets of last night, the secrets of how she and Yang ended up in the same bed, the secrets of how she wound up engaging in intercourse with such a beautiful woman. And now, with a single press of her finger, she would kickstart her memories into action, and find the valuable reminiscences of losing her virginity.
-ENTER PASSWORD-
Weiss flung her scroll across the canteen.
It spun through the air until making contact with a wall. She was not gifted with physical strength, and the scroll survived the journey, its red password screen still denying access to the recorded call.
"Bad luck, huh?" Jaune recovered from the sudden display.
"The call was saved, but my drunken-self hid it behind a password."
Nora jumped to her feet, having listened to every word.
"Your drunken-self is super smooth and secretive and kind of an asshole." Nora jabbed Weiss.
"I'm loathe to admit that you may be correct." Weiss had only scratched the surface of what she did last night, and between making a dog drink alcohol and angering two team mates, it seemed that the drink had turned her into somebody entirely different.
"It's like an alter ego," Nora started, pacing around Weiss and speaking like a narrator, "one that only comes forth under the influence of alcohol, one who shall bring forth terror unto all! And now, the true Weiss is forced to figure out the actions of her alter ego, Ssiew!"
"Ssiew?" Weiss had a bad feeling.
"That's right! Me, you and Jaune are gonna work together to figure out what happened last night!" Nora brought the half-naked boy and Weiss together. "And when we learn the secrets of Ssiew, I will assimilate her knowledge, and ask Yang if she's okay with open relationships!"
"I highly doubt it. And I'm not."
"I'll put you down as a maybe. The Norang will RISE!" Nora cackled maniacally while a small amount of blood seeped through her bandages, as a bolt of lightning struck in the distance.