Weiss Cold
A/N: Just a little something that I thought of before bed, might continue if I get some support. Thanks everyone!
Chapter 1: Morning routines
Weiss Schnee awoke as she usually did at Beacon, right after the rest of the team and just thirty or so minutes before breakfast. This was a tradition that she had kept from as long as she could remember. It went in a certain order, one that was never altered or disturbed. It began with waking up, neatly making her bed, re-arranging the pillows that she rested her prestigious head on, brushing her platinum blonde hair, enjoying her nice and healthy bowl of exotic fruits and cup of coffee, showering, and then finally counting her Dust bottles and inspecting each one.
If she had to remove all but one of the morning routines that she held ever so close to her heart, she would keep the Dust inspections. Her Dust was her livelihood, her future, and her weapon. She couldn't be unprepared for battle, and her Dust need to be combat ready at all times. She would mix the bottles up on her bed, and then proceed to arrange them by type, power, color, volume, and cost. Oddly enough, she always found a way to get each bottle in a certain place, in a perfect order that fell within the guidelines that she had set for herself.
Weiss shook her head as she recalled where she was, snapping herself out of her little dream world and back into reality. Currently, the Schnee heiress was taking her warm shower, eagerly awaiting her Dust that was waiting in her corner of the room for inspection.
Weiss spun the shower handle to the right, effectively shutting down the warmth that bombarded her rather petit form. The teen stepped out of the shower slowly, wrapping herself in a special Schnee towel, her personal one with a large logo on the back depicting a large snowflake. While a pure silk towel seemed a tad excessive, it didn't truly matter, a Schnee simply needs the best.
Weiss stepped out into the main chamber of the dorm room, approaching her bed with the towel firmly wrapped around her form, while not truly needed considering that the rest of the team was already at breakfast. Even in an all female dorm room, Yang being labeled as a "half female" by Weiss due to her rather brutish attitude, only making the cut by dating Blake, she felt... awkward in the room naked. Her girlfriend, Ruby Rose, attempted to get Weiss to be more free spirited in the room, do anything and everything that she felt like doing, but the wise and near perfect heiress would have none of that.
Weiss slowly walked to her dresser by her bed, pulling out one of the drawers and un-loading her school uniform for the day, placing the dress top, skirt, and under clothing on her bed before walking over to her Dust cases.
The heiress slowly opened the largest case on top of her bed, eagerly wiggling her fingers around excitedly as she was greeted with the sight of row after row of bottles Dust. The teen took a deep breath, the sweet smell of red and yellow filled her nostrils, a soft smile grew upon her usually emotionless face.
Weiss began unloading the Dust bottles, then after unloading the entire case; the heiress began arranging them in her special order, careful to take all variables of each bottle into account.
Not long after she started she was finished the first case, smiling as she placed the last bottle of black Dust in the last spot of the last row...
Or second to last?
Weiss blinked quickly, rubbing her icy blue eyes a few times to make sure she wasn't imagining things. No, the last bottle was missing, one of her white Dust bottles, a personal favorite if she had to pick one.
The teen quickly raced around the room, looking under the beds, under pillows, anywhere and everywhere that she could. She had to find that bottle; she couldn't have lost it so easily.
Then it hit her like a Nevermore.
She never lost it...
Someone had stolen her Dust.