Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY, obviously.
Weiss waved goodbye to her teammate as the Schnee company personal carrier slowly lifted off. It was the start of the weekend, and for once, she was leaving Vale to return home, or as close to home as she cared to.
No, Weiss Schnee wasn't returning to Atlas to visit her father and sister. She was returning halfway, to visit her uncle and grandparents while there were no classes going on. She sighed as she watched Vale get further and further away, and only briefly thought about just having them turn around, before she quelled such thoughts. It would be good to see her uncle and grandparents again.
For now, she would study until the ride was over. Just because there were no classes anytime soon didn't mean she would slack off!
The ride was long, and quite boring if Weiss had to be completely honest with herself. It was...quiet, something she was no longer entirely used to, not when she had a partner like Ruby around her every hour of the day, to say nothing about her sister. It was strange to be feeling this way, especially when she had enjoyed silence like this before.
There was a slight turbulence as the carrier started to land, and Weiss closed up her book and gathered her belongings. She was nervous, but a little excited. It wasn't often she was able to meet up with her uncle, and she hadn't seen him in years.
After the carrier touched down, Weiss disembarked, and looked around. "Mistress Weiss." a calm voice spoke up a bit to her right. Turning, she saw her uncle's butler standing there. He was a tall man, appearing in his mid-sixties, but in good physical condition. Weiss had heard stories that he had once been a renowned Hunter in his youth, before retiring to serve his longtime friend as a butler to the Schnee family.
The man gave a bow, to which Weiss returned with a polite curtsy. "Your uncle is this way, ma'am. May I take your luggage?"
"Of course." Weiss replied with a smile, allowing the older man to pick up her suitcases as if they weighed nothing. The two then started walking down the path, before a voice called out, stopping her.
"Oh, my heart! What a dazzling vision of loveliness!"
Weiss turned around, and standing before her was a young man her age. He was tall, standing at 6′1″ with a mess of flame red hair. His skin was fairly light, and he was dressed in what appeared to be mismatched armor that covered his casual clothing underneath. What grabbed most peoples' attention however, besides the large sword strapped to his back, were his blood red eyes.
The young man marched right up to Weiss and got down on one knee, gazing imploringly up at her, taking one of her hands in his own.
"Maiden most fair, would you honor this lowly vagabond with your name? Or better yet, your company?"
Only to get a hand chop across his head, causing him to let go and grimace, covering the wounded spot. Weiss glared down at him, trying to keep a straight face.
"Roy Almas! I thought you would have more tact than that!"
The young man, Roy, only laughed and stood up, dusting his pants off. "Yeah yeah, good to see you too Weiss." He said with a good natured smile. She continued to glare up at him for a moment longer, before her face softened, and she shook her head.
"You haven't changed it seems. A pity too. I thought you might have matured a bit more while I was gone." She said, turning away and crossing her arms in mock irritation. Roy's eyes widened dramatically, and he grabbed his chest, gasping and falling to one knee. Again.
"Oh, a lethal blow! Truly, no other woman can cause such grievous wounds like you can! Already I can feel mine heart grow faint. 'Tis the end for me, it seems. Alas, felled by beauty, what a way to go!"
He then flopped to the ground with a overly dramatic gasp, eyes closed, and lay there. The only attention he received was a light kick to the ribs. He opened his eyes to see Weiss standing over him, evidently unimpressed by his act.
He grinned and stood back up for the second time, and gave a formal bow with the grace of a nobleman. "Roy Almas greets the Lady Weiss Schnee and is at her service."
Weiss returned his bow with a curtsy, responding in return, "Weiss Schnee recognizes and acknowledges Roy Almas," grinning, she added, "despite his status as a vagabond."
Roy smiled and patted her on the head, gaining a smile in return, and fell in step slightly behind her, to her right. "So, what are you doing back here? I thought you went to Vale to attend that school, Beacon? Sure, it's good to see you back, and I truly mean that, but I didn't expect you to return here this soon."
"You're certainly right with that. I'm only here to visit my grandparents and my uncle. I have no intention of returning to Atlas, OR my father."
Roy raised an eyebrow at that last bit, but chose to keep quiet about it. He wasn't keen on getting involved in, or listening to, problems about family matters. Instead he decided this was a good opportunity to learn more about something else instead.
"So, how are things at Beacon? After I heard that you left for Vale, I decided to study up on it. Apparently it's not as different as the school in Atlas, at least in terms of teams."
"I'm doing fine, actually. I'm at the top of my classes, and my teammates and I get along...rather well."
"Oh?" Roy queried, "I sense some hesitation on that last part. Are you not pleased with your teammates?"
"No, it's not that. I'm actually very happy with the team I'm part of. It's just that...they're different. When I first attended Beacon, I didn't exactly have them in mind when I thought about who my future team would consist of."
Before Roy could reply, a soft "ahem" sounded in front of them. Standing there was Weiss' uncle. He was a slightly heavyset man, from years of working as a businessman, but was in no way fat. He had white hair, like all Schnee, and kind eyes. He was the younger brother of Weiss' father, and handled the company's business up front and in light of view. He and his brother didn't see eye-to-eye and that caused a bit of a rift between them.
"Hello uncle." Weiss said pleasantly, curtsying. Roy followed suit, giving a formal bow with a "sir". After that, Weiss and her uncle embraced.
"It's good to see you again, Weiss. And you too, Roy. I didn't expect to see you here."
"Eh, I was in the neighborhood. Saw Weiss and couldn't resist tagging along."
Her uncle laughed heartily, "Well, you're more than welcome to join us, that is, if my niece doesn't mind."
Weiss gave Roy a critical look, at which he just smiled and shrugged.
"Well, I guess I can tolerate him a little bit longer." she said with a grin, and her uncle clapped his hands together. "Wonderful! Come, Grey has already loaded your belongings into the limo. We can set off now and be at your grandparents place before noon!"
Weiss nodded and followed her uncle, with Roy in tow.
Author's Notes: I'm not exactly comfortable with writing a RWBY fanfic (for several reasons) but after a dream I had earlier, I felt I just had to do so. Mainly because I'm stupid.
Weiss' uncle, her grandparents, the butler, and Roy are all OCs that were present in my dream, to some extent, so I had to include them for the sake of the story. Don't hate me too much for this decision.
Roy's name fits in with Monty's rules for making OCs for RWBY. Roy appears in Scottish Gaelic, from the word ruadh, meaning red, and Almas means "diamond" in Arabic, ultimately from Persian. So yeah, Red Diamond. Felt it'd fit someone Weiss would have known from home. Grey is the butler's name because I'm lazy and unoriginal, and the uncle and grandparents won't have names. I don't like elaborating on family members that haven't been introduced in canon, as too many things can be guessed wrong.
This whole first chapter is just padding, to get to the actual part where my dream started, so I had to make this all up on the fly. The story takes place after Volume Two and before Volume Three.