AUTHOR'S NOTE: First Chapter of The Belladonna-Schnee Treaty [I love that acronym]. For those of you who haven't seen RWBY, never fear! I'm making attempts to make the story self explanatory for you fence readers. And don't be scared to give me a review. I love reviews. It doesn't even have to be a review, just send me a message. it's disconcerting to see the numbers of readers and not know if it's being read or passed over. Give me a shout out! Apart from my selfish request, I hope you enjoy this shipping story between Weiss and Blake, as they discover each other and I discover my romantic side. With a little bit of bloodlust, potentially. Anyways, have fun!
Rated T for teens at the least, because the first book I read featuring nudity, I found it in my elementary school library and that's not appropriate at all for children.
Rebuilding Bridges
Blake Belladonna burned a bridge with her friend, Weiss Schnee. And while they've tentatively patched their relationship up, things remain unaddressed and tense with things left unsaid. While Weiss believes this will be a problem solved with time, the rest of the team, Blake included, is of another opinion. However, Blake's attempts at repairing their friendship might result in building a different bridge than she might have intended…
Weiss, however, wants nothing more than peace.
The bathroom is the only place of peace in this entire academy. Mostly.
Weiss isn't use to sharing everything with people. She's admittedly spoiled by her family. Not much to it, she's an heiress to a multi-billion Lien business. Highest quality goods is what she lived with.
Fine wood floors, exotics rugs, artist custom tiled restrooms, finest clothes, quality products, and quite a number of experimental goods from various entrepreneurs littered her household. That's how it is.
Weiss looks at the plain tiled bathroom, the faux wood plaster counter and plain porcelain utilities. Weiss doesn't sneer at anything, instead she realizes how vastly different her life has been from everyone. Another reminder of how far off she was to everyday people. And she was calculating the cost of the room too, adding to her displeasure. It's starting to become a habit.
Still, the room provides something she seldom has in days of late; seclusion. Peace and tranquility. Weiss enjoys the peace of the room.
Then the door opens and, startled, Weiss grabs the towel and turns towards the intruder. "Hey, you know I'm in here, ge-!"
Weiss stops mid-sentence, half covered in her towel, shocked. She'd been interrupted before by the sisters Yang and Ruby. Ruby because she sometimes forgets Weiss is inside. Yang blatantly walks in and teases Weiss however she can. Uncomfortable is definition of living with the others you don't know too well.
Blake Belladonna is uncomfortable for other reasons.
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Yang lays casually on the floor, contemplating in comfort. Everyone waited in silence for her to respond, Ruby continues eating her pudding cup, not as enthusiastic as she normally is. Blake sat on the bed, glum, trying to not fidget uncomfortably.
"The only problem you two have really is that you don't know each other." Blake's cat ears perk up, "Which, given what, uh, happened a while ago, it shouldn't be surprising," Yang finished. Ruby agreed through her glob of pudding.
Blake moaned, "I thought as much. It's... awkward with her because of that. Because she found out." Ruby swallows, "Well she found out the people that hounded and harassed her family since as far back as she could remember is your family, so yeah that's probably disconcerting to any relationship."
A pillow flies and nails Ruby right in the face, causing her to tilt back and flail to regain balance. Failing, the chair falls flat, Ruby going down with it, wailing as they crash into the floor. A moment of silence occupies the room until Ruby's hand holds the pudding up in one hand. "It's all good!"
Yang turns back to Blake, "So you two have to kiss and make up. Weiss might be trying to be okay with you from a distance, but we're a team. We can't be at a distance, and her running off without facing you is a problem." Blake groans and stares at the fancy walls. Little flowers and lines go around it, in a pattern.
"So I have to force her to talk to listen to me," Blake mutters. The notion didn't excite her. Since that day a few weeks ago, her relationship with everyone she lived with, her friends, had changed. She kept her secrets because she didn't want them to judge her for her past.
Ruby took it well. She might be young, but she's wiser than anyone would give her credit for being. It's probably because she's connected Blake to some character in a novel she read somewhere, but Blake couldn't ask for a better kindness than Ruby's respect for privacy.
Yang was a different story. Sure she accepts that Blake means well, that Blake had things she didn't want to talk about, but she did sit Blake down and ask a few uncomfortable questions. A few well deserved questions. Blake can respect Yang's need to know her teammate's basic history.
Born in a small Faunus village outside of the kingdom, orphaned from a Grim attack. White Fang came recruiting, the people that cared for the orphans joined and so Blake and the kids tagged along as well. She was raised there, alongside peaceful activists who over time became angry activists. Then they became violent activists, and now terrorists. When the terrorist label finally appeared, Blake left.
The peace ended when the entry door swung open. Weiss walks into the room, school bag in hand. She glances at each of them, looking for something. "... Ruby, act civilized. Eating while laying down is not only unhealthy, it's just rude." "I was put down by the bear sister." Weiss looks at Yang who lays there making sultry faces, flirting eyes and an innocent leg up.
"I'm going to bathe," she states, looking at all of them before walking away. Everyone watches as she gathers her clothes and marches to the bathroom. Blake could almost hear the clock ticking as she stares at the door. Yang and Ruby discuss something but she didn't pay any attention to what they say.
Blake can hear the pipes. The water running through them and draining out. Her hearing isn't super extraordinary, even though she has two sets of ears. They're both regular hearing levels, but when she focuses, she could hear much better. A moment later, Yang had Ruby pinned down and they were staring at Blake, realizing she was listening to Weiss. "Is she singing again?" inquired Yang. Blake didn't answer. The water stopped running, and Blake rises.
Blake takes a big breath, and walks into the bathroom.
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Weiss grows redder with each passing thought as Blake stands there, in the bathroom staring at her as she stands there, naked, half covered in a towel. Blake looks her over, appraising Weiss for some kind of judgement and begins stripping as well.
Weiss, way beyond her comfort zone, blubbers something unintelligible before turning away in modesty. There's no chair in the hallway of a bathroom, and a mirror is right in front of her so Weiss stares at the sink. Hot embarrassment floods Weiss as Blake strolls past, and each article of clothing lands on the counter. Blake stops right behind Weiss. Weiss realizes she's hyperventilating and tried to calm herself as Blake speaks.
"Have you never seen anyone else naked, or is it just me?" Oh grand good gods Blake wants to talk. Weiss didn't want to talk, but she didn't want to storm out naked. Naked running is not acceptable, because she's naked and she's running away. Running would mean being scared and Weiss wouldn't accept herself of that. Also, the team will look down on her because she won't hear out Blake. Weiss just wants all this to be past and done.
Oh well, there's no running away when you're naked, thinks Weiss. She huffs and tries to clear her throat. "I've, uh, haven't seen anyone else naked before..." Blake hums to that answer, "hm, I've seen more people naked than I should admit I suppose." Weiss almost turns around in shock, "What-How? Why?!"
"I grew up in a village outside of the cities. There isn't a lot of plumbing around so a lot of us bathed in a river," explains Blake. Weiss tries to wrap her head around that, as Blake continues, "you might think Yang is a bit vulgar, imagine a whole town of rough around the edges and young brats, and everyone knowing each other to the point we could tell each other who had the largest bits and bobs." Blake smiles slyly, "You're gonna see things." Weiss swore steam was probably pressing out of her own head.
The bathtub faucet came on, and Blake flicked a switch that would fill the tub. Weiss, in her hyperventilating utterly confused and stressed bewilderment, turns towards Blake, forgetting nudity and modesty, "Are you even ch-"
Weiss stops cold, eyes wide in more shock, embarrassment gone as she stares at Blake's nude body. Weiss never thought she had a bad figure, but she admits it's nothing compared to Blake or Yang. Here, she sees evidence It's no argument that Blake has a generous figure. Her cat ears atop her head were exposed for all the room to see. Blake had larger breasts and more rounded hips than Weiss could bear, but what drew Weiss's eyes was one breast, as round as they were and full as both were, a large gaping scar cut through one in an almost horrific manner.
Blake straightens up, blushing but the sly smile still remains.
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Blake didn't flinch, she stood straighter, and faced forward so Weiss could see it the whole scar. Weiss seemed to fail at the sight as she gazed upon it. Blake's face felt hot with embarrassment, but she wasn't going to let nerves stop her now.
Weiss fails to articulate the question, but Blake answered regardless. "I was eight, and me and my... Friend I guess I could call him, we snuck into the shed where the weapons were kept so we could practice with real weapons, not the sticks we kept fighting with. And while fiddling with one, I fired the gun and the bladed edge dug itself into me. My ribs stopped the blade, but it was pretty bad." Blake strokes her finger against the scar, "A lot of blood, they also said I almost severed my muscles. A few months healing and I was just happy I could still swing my arms around afterwards. Then my boobs grew and the scar got bigger and scarier," Blake smiles sadly.
Weiss lets silence fall between them, thinking about what Blake just told her. "That had to hurt," stated Weiss lamely. Of course it did, thought Blake darkly, "and everyone knew about it too. Some kids took to calling me Boobscar for a while," she responded. "A while?" Inquired Weiss. "I have a good friend... Had..." Blake sombered.
Weiss put the pieces together, "because you left." Blake nodded, "he was the only one I said goodbye to." The silence hung between them. "What's his name?" Blake looks at Weiss, passively, and Weiss backs off. Blake turns around and gets in the tub, moaning at the hot water as she descended in.
Weiss sat there, fingers going through her hair in anxiety, and Blake could see, from the corner of her eye, as Weiss worked her courage up. She realizes she dropped her towel and reaches for it and resumes drying herself.
"Blake. I... I didn't have many friends growing up. At all. Not really. I grew up with numbers and money. My family ran a business together, my mother is an accountant, my father the president, my sister joined them too, eventually. I got everything I could ask for, but no one really took care of me for long. I only knew my family around desks and dinner tables." Weiss wraps the towel around herself and starts putting clothes on. "I think I first realized how different I was when I started going to school. Actually, my sister pushed for me to go to public school. Private school. They wanted to home school me." Weiss laughs, "I think that was the nicest thing she's ever done for me."
"At school, I met kids my age. And they all knew my name. They knew who I was. I thought I was popular and friends with everyone. Until one kid said mean things to me. I asked my dad about it and then the kid apologized to me. He didn't mean it though, I could tell that much. He was angry at me for some unknown reasons. And nothing I did could make it better."
"But I listened to what he said. I learned and taught myself about my family from a school computer, I saw what my family really is to the rest of the world. I hated it. And I couldn't do anything about it." Weiss looks back at Blake. Blake's watching her back.
"I don't even remember his name and he made me realize my family is pretty awful. I regret not remembering his name, but I'm angry at him for ruining what little relationships I have with my family anyways. I grew to hate the fact that I am a spoiled heiress that is expected to one day become a front runner to the entire company along side my sister and whoever else the board of directors and my father chooses to help us."
Weiss stops getting ready, standing there half dressed staring into the mirror. Blake turns over, leaning on the edge of the tub, "So what are you going to do about it?" Weiss looks over at Blake, asking "What are you going to do about that?"
Silence echoes off water drops. Sympathy makes them smile and laugh. Weiss laughs heartily. Weiss grabs the last of her laundry and leaves, "Next time, knock before entering," Weiss demanded. Blake waves her off, "You need to relax, Ice Queen."
Weiss opens the door.
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"Next time, knock before-"
"SHE'S COMING OUT!" exclaimed Ruby in a hushed whisper. Ruby and Yang scramble away and sit at the table just as Weiss walks out the bathroom. Weiss looks at them and frowns, clearly not buying their façade.
Regardless, Weiss walks away and puts her laundry in a hamper. She approaches the table and stands above the sisters. "So," Weiss glowered, "who put her up to that?" Ruby cowers but raises her hand. "She walked in on her own, no one told her to do anything," says Yang.
Weiss raises her finger to Yang. Yang looks at her, fully expecting a lecture. Weiss bites her lip and turns to Ruby. Ruby ducks but keeps eye contact. "Ugh," Weiss moans, turning. "Good night," Weiss walks and flops on her bed, grabbing her blankets and wraps herself in a cocoon.
After a moment. Ruby and Yang lean close and whisper, "I don't think you're right, Yang." "Patience, you can't expect it that quickly." "I thought for sure we'd get yelled at." "That only proves I'm right!" "No, I don't think they have feelings for each other." "Oh they totally do. They just don't want to admit it. It's like those romantic drama's you use to read." Ruby softly flops on the table, "I tried reading them, I didn't like those novels. Too much stupidity."
Yang pokes Ruby, "Too much stubbornness." Ruby buries her face in her arms, "Oh god no."