RWBY Universe – Comfort

Weiss was crying. Those three words spurned the young man from his meal. He dropped everything, excused himself, and swiftly made his way down the halls of the mansion. The fifteen year old boy thought nothing of his now mourning stomach in favor of caring for and comforting his charge. His mistress. The door flew open, and there laid Weiss in a scuffed up and slightly torn gown, weeping into the side of her bed.

The girl had gone to a gala with her father, the specifics of which were not passed on to Macht nor anyone not involved in the evening's events. This was a very unexpected result. "Weiss," the young man reached out to her, taking her shoulder in his hand. Immediately, the girl latched onto him and cried into his chest. "What happened, Weiss?"

"Why would they think like that!?" she wept loudly, agonizing over whatever event had transpired. "Why would they say those things?"

"Who? What did they tell you?" Macht was by no means good at comforting others, but he knew to keep silent until his friend could speak. He simply held her close and rubbed his hand against her back. The sobbing became sniffles after a few minutes, and she spoke once more.

"Th-There were faunus at the g-gala," she told him, and the butler's hands instantly clenched into fists. "He... He was nice at first, but... He saw my father and-" tears broke out again afterwards. The young man rocked his charge back and forth a little, humming softly. It seemed to calm her down every other time, and did no worse this time. "He asked very p-pointed questions," Weiss spoke up again once the tears had slowed. "If I thought faunus were below others. If I was proud to be some kind of racist. He told me that we should be giving all of our money to the faunus because I'm... I'm..."

Macht could only imagine what had been said. To someone as sheltered as Weiss, he could imagine being called even a bitch would be a shock to her. Of course he was used to it. Being a bodyguard steeled his nerves. Especially after several assassination attempts from the more extreme. "It's not my fault!" the girl screamed into his chest. "I'm not my father! I don't hate faunus! Why does everyone treat me like I do!?"

"They're fools," Macht sighed, running his fingers through the young woman's messy, white locks. "Those types of people are afraid of becoming obsolete, so they lash out towards others. They're like children, looking for any kind of attention they can." The young woman wouldn't look him in the eyes. "They don't know you, so they fear you. All they know is of your father, and even then, they make assumptions."

"We aren't cruel," Weiss agreed softly. "I don't... Why do they hate me? What have I ever done?"

"You're an easy target," Weiss flinched at his words. "You musn't give them any chance to target you. Never back down and never apologize for what is right and who you are, or they'll try and take even more." Macht felt the words slipping from his mouth, but didn't know where they came from. "Weiss, how did your dress get torn? Was it the faunus?"

"No..." the Schnee heiress shook her head slowly. "Other humans who agreed with him. They... while we were leaving they would grab at it and try to question me. I didn't want to answer so they became... aggressive." Macht frowned, and let out a sigh.

"You're safe with me," he told her. "I'll protect you, ok? These people don't know what they're talking about. They'll look for any reason to be angry and blame others. These faunus... this mindset... It's starting to spread, so you have to be strong. Can you do that for me?" Weiss nodded, wiping away a stray tear. "That's good. I imagine you'll become a strong, wise person. I'm really proud of you, you know?"

"I know," the young woman whispered, pushing herself a bit further into Macht's embrace. "Thank you. I just-"

"That's enough for now," the butler chuckled. "Let's get you some dinner, and we can discuss this further later in the evening. I believe Aesir cooked some soup earlier today. Clam chowder if I remember correctly, freshly cooked from ingredients gathered from the northern Atlas seas."

"You and your healthy food," Weiss pulled back, removing her gown from her body before looking it over. She sighed. "I truly liked this gown. I suppose we must go shopping in the next few days for a new one. If my butler would attend, of course?"

"It would be my pleasure, miss Schnee," the young man stood and bowed theatrically. "Let's get you dressed and prepared for dinner. I have quite the interesting story for you today. Did you know that miss Lining was finally able to open her diner down on Pinewood Boulevard?"

"Really? That's fantastic!"

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In light of the several people who have been fired for prior words or even false allegations made against them, I decided to make a short story about something similar towards Weiss. My portrayal of the White Fang after their collapse into violence, as well as their sympathizers, are based loosely on real-life extremists who were once peaceful groups. They start pointing fingers at everyone who don't believe the same things they do, and even at each other as of recent. What was once a movement for equality has now become a movement for superiority and being the most "speshul". Even the RWBY fandom has been infected with this kind of mindset, interesting characters and story have been put aside for diversity checkboxes and "yeah, girl power". I'm all for strong female leads, but give us a reason to care for them. In the main series, the only interesting character we have right now is Raven, and it's only because she has an actual story arc going on. Everyone else was glossed over completely.

Anyways, rant over. This is here just for my own amusement and during down times between chapters, as well as so I can write my other characters even as I focus on stories not about them.