A/N
*I do not own the cover image*
-UPDATE- Apparently I was being dumb and I wrote Shnee instead of Schnee. All I did was fix that, nothing else was changed. Thanks to xWasabi24 for pointing that out .-UPDATE-
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA. FINALLY. YES. I HAVE WRITTEN SOMETHING! ISN'T THAT GREAT? No? Well yeah, I guess for those of you who wanted me to update the Frozen Hearth. I just felt like writing this new story for a change.
This is a RWBY AU which takes place in our modern world on a plane. The main pairing will be White Rose obviously with Weiss as a passenger and Ruby as an air hostess. The rest of the RWBY crew will either have major roles or minor roles. For example, Blake is going to be air marshal. This chapter is sort of to get it started, set the tone and setting and stuff like that. The real heavy duty plot will come later.
I hope you enjoy! And if you do, remember to review, favourite and follow!
Without further ado…
Economy
Chapter 1: Boarding
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"What the hell do you mean?"
There are those kind of days when every single thing would piss Weiss off. When it didn't matter if it was a lush peaceful melody playing in the background, an affectionate cat rubbing against her leg, a cute baby giggling next to her or even an extravagant diamond necklace being given to her, she would still gladly obliterate everything around her. Today? Especially.
People were quite literally all over the place, getting from check-in, to security, to boarding gates. The airport was crammed with sweaty old guys, impatient middle-aged women, and over-the-top rowdy children. Worst of all, in the middle of winter, everyone was either wearing a heavy jacket or was lugging it around and swinging it widely around; not for a second minding any of the irritable people around them. Random mutterings and curses mixed together into an incomprehensible cloud of fuming anger. Feeding into the already dense heat produced by the ocean of people that stood practically toe to heel. But in the midst of it all, stood Weiss, a girl of high and pristine class, not allowing the surroundings to have a sliver of effect on her appearance
Her attire was as flawless, perfect, and white as the very snow that drifted slowly outside. The only color that was allowed to show its face were red stripes that trimmed her cascading skirt and the collar of her jacket. Not even her hair was spared the bleak color scheme. The silver hair fountained from her head in a ponytail, and as if it was mocking her perfection, it was tied up on the side of her head, sliding down her right shoulder. As if the feeling of a cold and stainless girl had not yet been burned into the beholders eyes, the back of her jacket bore an intricate design of a snowflake, the symbol of the Schnee Company, a ruthless company specialized in collecting oil from the North and South artic circles.
"On behalf of Beacon airlines please do accept our sincere apologies. It has really been a busy day, and I must regrettably inform you that we are all out of First class tickets." A woman rehearsed.
"Do you know who I am? I am the heiress to the Schnee Company, and my father will sue your Airline for this. I can assure you, you won't walk out of here with a job!" The silver haired girl threatened.
"We really are sorry, but there isn't anything I can do." The clerk repeated.
You think I don't see through your forced smile? Ugh, absolutely disgusting. Oh great, that's right. Grind your teeth as well. Are you stupid? An old blind man could see that from a mile away!
Weiss does try to contain her sporadic anger although many people would enthusiastically agree. There was nary a person who could anger Weiss and get away without fearing for their life. Her grip on the aluminum support bars tightened, and she felt like she could crumple the metal easily without even a drop of sweat. But the fear was not prominent enough in the saleswoman. Resorting to her last weapon Weiss gave the saleswoman her trademark glare; a glare that could break the strongest of hearts, a glare that could crush the toughest of spirits, a glare that could tear apart the greatest of souls.
"What kind of airline are you!" She screamed, ramming an accusing finger at the clerk who was now practically cowering behind the blue counter. The fact that Weiss had to stand on her tippy-toes to be the same height as the woman's nose played no part in her anger. It didn't even matter that she was already wearing high heels, her anger burned with righteous glory. "What kind of crap airline runs out of First class tickets!?"
"I'm v-very sorry, but I'm sure our business class would be m-more than satisfactory for your needs."
"What I need is a FIRST CLASS TICKET!"
"I apologize wholeheartedly, but our business class has a dedicated lounge for business flyers and all our seats recline 180 degrees much like the first class. One of the most special thing about-"
Ugh, disgusting. I can't listen to another word that comes from that mouth. This is all just rehearsed script! I can practically go to a play, and the voice would match perfectly with the actors. No, even that was too good. The pitch is much too flat and the tone is much too monotonous. A robot more like, already programmed to repeat the same thing to all the customers. It's as if I'm listening to a stupid advertisement that keeps replaying on the TV. For god's sake, I'm done.
"-have access to our private-"
"Ubububub- Shh. you want to know what?" The clerk froze, paying undivided attention to the white-haired girl in front of her. "I don't even care anymore." For some reason cutting the clerk off mid-sentence was extraordinarily satisfying evoking a mischievous grin from Weiss. "Since I didn't get my first class ticket, you're not getting my business."
"But miss, our business class is-" The saleswoman tried one last time.
Weiss shoved her hand towards the woman's face, instantly shutting her up. Not even registering the presence of the clerk, Weiss turned to a blonde boy standing uncomfortably silent next to her.
"Jaune, let's go." She said sternly.
"Oh uh right." He fumbled with his own hands as he anxiously grasped the handles of an extra sized baggage cart, carrying extra sized luggage. "Um, Ms. Shnee?"
I don't have time for this.
The girl walked faster, leaving him lagging behind. She knew precisely what he was going to say and she wasn't slightly in the mood to hear it. But she was surprised when the frail boy was able to keep pace even with the tower of luggage. You have to give him credit; Jaune was anything but a big man; he was more of a … stick bug. Coughing nervously, he continued, "If I may remind you, your father explicitly stated that he wished for your presence in London."
The mere mention of her father made her tense and her fists clenched instinctively, nails puncturing her palm. Her steps quickened, the clip clop sound of her heels becoming louder and more frequent. Behind her, Jaune's stuttered requests for her to slow and wait for him faded away into the ocean of people.
"I'm sure Mr. Shnee sends his apologies!" Jaune spoke his last words before being consumed by the monster that is the crowd. Not even the looming stack of white suitcases were discernable in the belly of the beast.
Ha! As if my father was that kind of person. I'd sooner become a saint then for him to say sorry! What the hell is with these apologies today? Not a single one has been believable.
In Weiss's mind, dark memories began to resurface. He was without a doubt, nota man of feeling and emotion. With maybe the exceptions of anger and disappointment. The white haired girl recalled a time when she was quite young and adamantly refused to eat vegetables. As a result, her father had restricted any kind of meat to be produced by the cooks … for her.Each dinner, they would sit together, as he chewed with glutton on his fillet mignon, while she was limited to gnawing on celery sticks. This continued for almost two years, before Mr. Schnee lifted the ban, but by then, she had become vegetarian, and has not touched a single piece of meat since.
Another time, she had just brought home probably the cutest cat in the world. For 6 year old Ms. Schnee, it was her lifeline. When her little Fido, which she named, was feeling sad, she would pet it and do anything humanly possible to cheer it up. When it felt lonely, she would invite into her into her bed and snuggle with it. When Fido was fighting, she would enthusiastically cheer for her victory against whatever the opposing cat was. But then came the fateful day when Fido made the mistake of scratching Mr. Schnee's hundred thousand dollar coat. Weiss pleaded on her knees for her father's mercy, but the poor cat's fate had already been determined. Weiss, begged and cried, clutching to her father's legs, but that would be the last day she would lay eyes on Fido. "My daughter will not be the owner of such a foul creature." He had said.
Eurgh.Weiss rubbed her temples with one hand, I'll never forget what you've taken from me…
The last thing she wanted to do was to hear her father's voice and attempt to make conversation. But of course, today was not her day. She felt a couple of thrums in her Louis Vuitton purse, and sighed. Reaching into the depths of her purse, she retrieved her phone. Flipping open the snowflake infested cover, she looked at the caller Id.
Blocked number.
There were thousands upon thousands of blocked numbers on her phone, but this one was different. The vibration was set to a slow Morse code playing of SOS, and the ring-tone solemnly played the Empire's March.
Dad.
She whipped the phone to her face, and before she had even let her father utter a breath, she hissed, "If you don't want to die, hang up."
"Weiss! My dear! Are you on the plane yet?" He said cheerfully. Almost too cheerfully, much too happy for such an evil man. She despised it, a growl rolling out from her throat.
"What's wrong with your voice dad? Is the board of directors next to you? At a press conference?" Weiss snapped. No way can he sound this nice unless he was near important people.
"I'm just being nice… honey." Mr. Schnee sighed.
"Bullshit!" She screamed back. "You're never nice! Now suddenly you're trying to be?"
"Excused me for a second." Through the phone, the distinct sound of a door slamming was heard, "You listen to me clearly Weiss, I am your father, and I will not tolerate this type of language."
"Well I don't tolerate your bullshit!" She replied roughly. Around her heads turned towards her, eyebrows raised. "I can hear your bloody door close!"
"You are my daughter, and you will do as I say!"
"Fuc-" Weiss interjected.
"YOU WILL BE QUIET! This presentation is essential for the future of the company. This is your future, Weiss, and you better work for it." He continued.
"I don't give a damn about your company!"
"YOU SHOULD! This is my work Weiss! This is your future!"
"My future? What about my present? Do I live my whole life preparing of this future?"
"What do you mean? You agreed to this when I called you two days ago."
"I never agreed!" Weiss denied, "You never even called me! When I woke up two days ago, it was Jaune who told me that you had forced me to go to London."
"I am sure I called you."
"You DIDN'T. You never call me for anything! You probably just called now, because the board was wondering where I was and whether I would be at the presentation!"
"That's not a question of discussion. You WILL be at the presentation."
"And somehow that's why I had to miss my fencing tournament?"
"What fencing tourna-"
"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW." Weiss screamed. "I HATE YOU. YOU SON OF A BITCH! I DON'T GIVE A- "She continued to spew waves and waves of profanity and obscenity at her phone. It wasn't that she didn't notice, but she saw a mother clasping her hands over the ears of her young son. She could see a group of people near her muttering and pointing. It didn't matter at all. She didn't care that people were looking. Honestly, Weiss didn't care what she was saying as long as her father half-way across the world could hear her wretched and pained screams. She stomped her foot as hard as she could against the ground, hoping she could send an earthquake to exactly where her father stood, sending him to the pits of hell.
When her barrage was over, the people around her were absolutely noiseless, some tip toed around the scene while most stared with shocked and disbelieving looks. Weiss gave one last groan before strutting towards the exit and limousine that waited outside, her head held high nonetheless.
She didn't care if the Pope or prime minister walked past, she was furious, and she wasn't going to let a couple of simpletons control her rage output. Her father was getting it, and he wasn't getting away that easily. "YOU ARE THE WORST FATHER EVER!"
The phone was silent for a couple of seconds, before she heard her father take a deep raspy breath and spoke calmly but firmly. "Listen very closely Weiss. If you are NOT here for the presentation, you're done. You're done with fencing."
Boop … boop … boop.And with that, the call was dropped. Her father escaped.
"GOD DAMN IT!" Weiss shouted to no one in particular.
"Is there a problem?" A blonde boy asked.
Jaune had made it to the limousine already and was busy playing a game of tetris with her luggage as the blocks and the limo's surprisingly small trunk as the game field.
Fencing is all I have left of my life.
"Ms. Schnee." He said with a slight nod to her direction. "Where should I put this…" He said clutching a slender white case in his hands. "Is it fragile?"
"Fragile? My Myrtenaster?" Weiss exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, is that the wrong word use?" He quickly followed up.
"It's a rapier made of highest quality material. What do you think!?" Weiss sighed, "Why are my servants always so dull?"
She took it from Jaune's hand and unlocked it. She opened it very slowly, as if she were cracking an egg. The magnificently elegant blade lay inside, set in a mold made to perfect measurements. Myternaster's intricate hand guard consisted of almost 12 different colorful crystals that casted a majestic shadows on to the ground. The blade ended in a point so sharp that it must've required a nanoscope to find any imperfections. Weiss gingerly grasped the white hilt, feeling the familiar weight, balance and texture course through each pore in her hand. She revered in the beautiful yet vicious weapon. Forged the blade by her own hands, she had spent years and years of work dedicated to perfecting each and every piece of the rapier.
"If you are not here for the presentation… you're done with fencing." …
The words played itself in her head as she admired the elegant blade in her hand. She realized she had not only dug her own grave, but she had threw herself in as well. If it wasn't for her mentioning the tourney, her father would have had nothing to hold against her. If she had been able to control her anger, maybe her father would have reacted less rashly. Alas, there was no way to take it back. Her name was already chiseled on the grave. "Jaune?" She said.
"Yes. Ms. Schnee?"
"Have you already packed the rest of the suitcases?"
He straightened himself, huffing up his chest. "Yes. Yes, I did." He said confidently.
For a second, Weiss almost felt bad to say what came next, seeing that he obviously felt putting suit cases in a trunk was work worth recognition. "Well- uh - unpack them." Weiss demanded.
"All of them?"
"Yes."
"But I-"
Weiss raised her eyebrows.
"I- alright…" He murmured glumly before opening the trunk again.
I am not going to lose fencing to my father.
Weiss hefted the rapier in her hands, looking one last time at the gems inset on the hand guard. She gently placed it back into its mold, shutting the case slowly. She handed it to Jaune with two hands, "Be careful with her." She cooed.
"Right." Jaune mumbled
For all my life, my father has taken things from me, and now all I've got is fencing. I'm not going to lose that to him. Besides, either way he'll be getting something he wants. Might as well retain something for myself.
"So we're going to London after all?" Jaune asked, as he began to heave the cart forward.
Weiss hummed her concurrence, striding back to the previous ticket desk.
She slid her passport across the counter to a woman who looked up in a mix of fear and surprised. "Y-you're back! Still heading to London?"
"Yes, London."
"Oh, well economy class queue is over there." The woman said without daring to look Weiss in the eye.
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry," She cleared her throat, "E-economy class passengers, please line up at the counters to the right."
"Wait. What do you mean?" Weiss stepped back in confusion, "I want a business class ticket."
"Well I'm sorry to inform you –"
"You're OUT of business class tickets?"
"Yes, our sincerest apologies."
"Oh for God's sake!" Weiss turned her back to the woman, "Run out of First and Business!"
"It usually doesn't happen, but I-I said before today really is busy, and yes, from time to time, we do run out of tickets."
"So what now? I can't take first, I can't take business. What am I going to do? Ride in the cargo bay?"
The woman looked puzzled, "Um, well there is economy class."
"I heard you before!" Weiss snapped.
The woman quickly nodded her concurrence.
"Where is the queue?" Weiss followed up "That one over there?" Weiss pointed to an empty line
"No, to you right, miss." The saleswoman said gesturing towards a line completely packed with people.
Oh god.
"THAT line?"
"Yes."
Today is going to be a long day…
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Group number 5? You've got to be joking.Weiss thought to herself, as she stood in unreasonably long line, waiting to board the plane. I should be over there! With the first class! The premium flyers! How could I, Weiss Schnee, be waiting for others to go first!?
She crossed her arms grumpily, as she watched the grey haired men waddle past the air hostess in expensive Italian suits. She eyed each one as they went through the doors that led to the plane. "Stupid, fat, rich, smug, bastards."
Unexpectedly, a man in front of Weiss turned around. "Excuse me? What did you call me?"
"Huh?" Weiss's eyes perked up. The man was right in front of her, a looming figure who looked down onto the shorter girl.
"You said something?" The man questioned.
"How dare you! I wasn't talking about you!" Weiss leaned up to the man, shortening the gap between them. "You have no right to assume that!"
"It is quite rude to call someone a bastard."
"What? I wasn't talking about you! Even if I was, calling you a bastard would be quite an understatement."
"You little-" The man raised his fist.
"Hey! Mercury! It's just a little girl. You're being a little too harsh." Someone pitched in. Weiss peeked around the furious man to see who it was. It was a dark-skinned woman who fell a head shorter than this Mercury. The stranger thing though, was the short lime colored hair that plagued her head. Weiss frowned.
"Little kid? Who are you calling little kid?" Weiss scolded the woman.
"Oh I'm sorry. Are you 15? 14 now?" The dark-skinned woman said.
"I'm almost 19!" Weiss crossed her arms.
"Apologies, I should've … noticed." There was a clear hint of doubt, but Weiss let it slide being that she may have potentially saved her from a fist to the face.
"If she's not a kid." Mercury cracked his knuckles. "Does that mean I can give her a little …" He gave two mini punches in the air, raising his eyebrow.
"No. We're almost boarding. Besides we've more important things to do." The woman said.
"Fine. But YOU. Don't you dare call me that again. Ok? Little girl?"
Weiss trembled with anger, her cheeks swelling up with words of hurt and pain, but Mercury had already turned away. "I'M NOT A KID!" Weiss screamed at the back of a black coat. "… you bastard."
Weiss flipped her pony tail behind her back, resuming her previous proud stance.
"Group 5 please queue on the left side to board the plane." A megaphone commanded.
Ugh finally, bloody hell that took forever.
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"Could I see your ticket please miss?" Said a young girl. She was supposedly a flight attendant with her uniform and all, but she looked more like a teenager than a professional. Her hair was sleek black with a red trim running down the right side of her head. Weiss scoffed at the punk like style, preferring her higher class. The flight attendant's uniform was folded and messy in many places, but Weiss paid no attention. She was too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the Eden behind the curtain. The first class.
Weiss handed the girl her ticket stub, as she looked down her left, gazing through a crack at the fat rich people who sat comfortably in their first class seats. She groaned as she tried to remember what it felt like to recline in comfort on those soft cushions.
"52B Miss. All the way down this aisle." The black haired girl smiled as she handed the ticket stub back.
"52B?"What kind of number is that? That's massive! I should be in the single digits! Not this monstrosity!
"Yes miss all the way down." She made a space to her side, gesturing for Weiss to go past her.
Weiss longingly glanced at the curtain again. "Well before I go, can you please check if there is any empty First Class seats?"
"I'm pretty sure we're all full." She replied with a smile.
"Can you please check for me?" Weiss pleaded.
"Uh.." The girl glanced at another flight attendant, who gave her a nod. "Alright then. I can't do it now though, because I need to get the passengers sorted first. But I will tell you if there are any seats left when I'm done."
"Thank you." Weiss nodded. She stepped towards the right, bracing herself for crossing the threshold into the hell that is economy.
Phew, alright, battle plan. Get to seat, fall asleep, wake up, get off plane. Alright?Weiss nodded to herself. Well,as long as I can sleep for 12 hours. Whatever. Different problem for a different time. En garde!
Weiss stepped forward engaging her enemy head on. Left and right she dodged elbows and rolling suitcases. She ducked under falling baggage and pushed through slow people. Eventually, after shoving past several people and tripping over several suitcases, Weiss arrived at the back of the plane. What little accomplishment she felt was snuffed out when she saw her seat. It was in the second last row of the plane. And yes…
I don't even get a window seat?
She stood in silent disgust observing her prison for the next 12 hours: the crummy drink stained seat belt, the rattling folding table, the cramped leg space, the 90 degrees seat back, the hard rubber armrest and not to mention whatever unknown grotesque thing hid beneath the chair. Gum? Wrappers? A dead rat? Empty drink bottles? Baby barf? Weiss shuddered at the thought, and promised herself to never curl her legs under the seat.
She painfully placed herself down on the narrow seat, wincing as her body came in contact with the cloth. All her movements were in slow motion. Whenever she tried to put her hands somewhere, she inspected carefully if there were any suspicious marks or stains. If any, she would eradicate them thoroughly with a handy moist towelette.
Finally satisfied with the state of her surroundings, she leaned herself back into the hard seat. She groaned in frustration when she found there was no comfortable position to place her head. She tried leaning it to the side, tilting it sideways, but eventually settled on simply propping up her elbow and leaning on her palm.
Suddenly, Weiss noticed a little round steel nob and tried turning it in hopes that it was some sort of leaning mechanism. Nothing happened and Weiss sighed. "Great, now my backs going to be sore for the whole flight. Fantastic!"
How am I going to sleep like this?
"Excuse me?" A voice spoke quietly.
Weiss lifted her head. Leaning over her stood a black haired flight attendant.
"I don't think I called for service." Weiss dead-panned.
"Oh! You asked me when you boarded to tell you if there were any first class seat's left. Remember?"
Weiss brightened, "Is there a space? I'll pay the upgrade fee!"
The girl's face instantly dropped, "Um … sorry, there isn't."
"Damn it, well, it's just as I expected. This is the worst day ever." Weiss rubbed her eyes.
"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" The girl grinned.
"No." Weiss said simply.
"Oh. Alright then. Enjoy your flight." The girl said, leaving down the aisle.
Urg, my back …
"Hold on …" Weiss looked at the disappearing girl, "Wait! Come back!"
The girl turned around and skipped back to Weiss's seat.
So … unprofessional.
"What might I do for you miss?" The air hostess grinned.
Weiss rolled her eyes, "I can't figure out how to lean back."
"Oh. You just use this." She said pointing at the steel nob Weiss was messing with earlier.
"I've tried it already. Doesn't work." Weiss twisted it, "See?"
The girl chuckled, "You have to press down on it and then lean back."
Weiss pushed the button and leaned back against the chair to no effect.
"Maybe try a little harder?" The black haired girl recommended.
MmphWeiss pushed backwards, but nothing happened.
"Harder."
MMPH. Weiss shoved backwards in a quick motion, but the seat remained 90 degrees.
"Harder."
UUNGH Weiss struck her foot in the ground, and pushed back against the seat like she was doing 200lbs on a fitness machine. Nothing.
"Ok. I am trying my hardest and it is NOT moving!" Weiss yelled impatiently.
"That's alright. Here let me see, I think it's just stuck." The young girl leaned down and threaded her fingers through Weiss's hand. Weiss's eyes widened. She's grabbing my hand? The girl's other hand went beside Weiss's head and pushed against the seat back. What the hell…
Weiss wasn't claustrophobic or anything, but she felt really uneasy. The girl, er, flight attendant was leaning over her, holding her hand and grunting. H-Have you no shame? Weiss tried to pull her hand away from under the air hostess, but the girl was pushing pretty hard down on the knob and kept her hand locked beneath.
"Excuse me?" Weiss asked nervously, "What are you doing?"
"Give me a second, I think I got it."
"O-Ok." Weiss muttered. This is getting weird.
"Euurngh." The girl moaned, and subconsciously, blood rushed to Weiss's face.
"Wh-What are you doing?!" Weiss squealed, trying to back away from the girl.
"Heeurng, I think I almost got it." The girl said.
"No Stop!" Weiss jerked her hand back, yanking the black haired girl's hand with it. The girl lost her balance and tumbled onto Weiss who gave a small shriek.
"What's wrong with you?" Weiss said in a nervous tone, looking at the black hair that landed on her chest. Her face was pink as a peach, and it definitely wasn't because of makeup. Weiss tried to push the girl off of her, desperate to regain some of her propriety.
"I'm so sorry! I was just- I'm sorry." The girl said, quickly lifting herself up from the awkward position.
"Is this your first day or something?" Weiss demanded. "Why are you even a flight attendant! Did you miss your training?"
"I- I'm really sorry miss." She said, head bowed down.
"Are you stupid? Mentally ill?" Weiss was lost in her anger and couldn't stop the words flying from her mouth, "Do you even know what you're doing? You- You dote!"
The girl didn't respond.
"Not even going to say- say." Suddenly, Weiss felt a throbbing pain in her chest. The sight of the girl who behaved so cheerfully before reduced to an ashamed and embarrassed was heart shattering. "… anything" She wheezed out the last words.
"Are you alright?" The girl mumbled.
Weiss clutched her chest. It was aching like mad, not in a heart attack way, but she felt searing pain. Is this- am I feeling bad for her?"I- I'm fine."
"You don't look alright, is there anything I can…"
"No. Just tell me your name and go."
"My name?" The girl twiddled her fingers anxiously.
"Yes, your name."
"Why-"
"To make a report of your poor service. What did you think?" Another wave of pain shot through Weiss's heart. Am I being too harsh? No. NO way. She is at fault.
"Ruby."
"What?"
"Ruby Rose."
"Oh. Hmm. Noted."
"Please don't write a report of me. I- you're right, this is my first day. I- I was too enthusiastic. So please give me a chance."
"Considered." Weiss replied
"Thank you." Ruby nodded, "A-are you sure you don't need anything?"
"Yes! I'm sure! Now go … do whatever you do." Weiss ushered the girl away.
"Well if you need me, just call."
Weiss nodded, all the while gesturing for Ruby to go away.
"All flight attendants please begin safety announcements. Thank you."The pilot said through the intercom.
"Alright. Bye. For real now" Ruby said to which Weiss nodded several times. The girl stiffly turned and walked away in preparation for the announcement.
Weiss followed the girl's motions for a little while before slinking back into her seat. Oh good god, what the hell just happened. She rubbed her chest, recalling the weird feeling. Am I actually feeling bad for someone I'm angry at? What is this weakness that plagues me?
"Excuse me?" A serious voice said.
"Huh?" Weiss looked up to see the exact opposite of her. Dressed in black jacket, black shirt and black pants, she had less color than Weiss did. Her hair like Ruby's was sleek black, but was flawless in that it was a pure black. A pure matte black.
"That's my seat." She said.
Weiss looked to the empty seat next to her. "Right. Of course." She said unbuckling and standing up. Please be a quiet person. Please!
Without a word, the dark girl squeezed past Weiss and plopped down in her seat.
Gee, I wished for her to be quiet not rude…Weiss cleared her throat.
"Yes?"
Weiss raised an eyebrow.
"Um … you … can sit down now?" The noir girl squinted in confusion.
Weiss tilted her head.
The girl gave her a blank look before proceeding to get earphones out form her small bag.
"Really? I'm sorryor thank you would be nice!" Weiss said. "You don't bother at all for being late to get on this plane and making mestand up."
"Ok."
"Ok? That's it? Do you not know who I am?" Weiss said offended.
"Yes I do. Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Oil Company, Do you know who I am?"
"No. I don't think I want to know either." Weiss crossed her arm, plopping back down into her seat. She tilted her head away from the other girl, trying to end the conversation.
"You're ignoring me? You seemed to want to get to know that flight attendant just now."
"What? How dare you!" Weiss snapped her attention back to the solemn girl.
She smirked. "Pleased to meet you." She stuck out her hand, "Blake Belladonna, air marshal."
Weiss jaw almost fell open, but she managed to catch it. "Oh.. uh .. hehe… really? Well you should know that I wasn'tdoing anything to the air hostess." Oh shit, air marshal? Just fantastic.
"I truly hope you weren't." Blake said, hand still out stretched.
Weiss noticed, and quickly stuck out her own hand to make a firm but awkward hand shake. "Weiss Sh-Schnee."
"You know, your father's a good businessman. I'd have thought he taught her daughter how to shake hands already."
"R-right." Weiss agreed nervously.
"Relax . As long as you don't try to blow up this plane, you and I are on good terms."
"Haha. You're a funny one huh?" Weiss chuckled.
"I sure am." Blake put on her headphones and closed her eyes. "Good night."
This is now officially both the weirdest and worst day of my life. Terrible combination. As long as I can control my anger, and stay away from conversations and Ruby, I can probably get through this. Probably.
Lost in thought, Weiss didn't realize she had been staring at a young girl demonstrating the safety measures. Aww, she looks sad. Wait.. what? Weiss shook her head like mad. I think I got poisoned. How could I be having these thoughts.She lifted her head to look back at Ruby, standing in the aisle blowing on the tube for the life jacket. Their eyes met for just a second, and it felt like it was to become the weirdest beginning to a love story. Weiss shot back, hiding behind the seat in front of her, concealing her blushing face.
Weiss banged her head on the entertainment system. Not good, not good, not good. What's wrong with me today?
Ugh, I need some sleep.
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Alright, the next update from me will probably be Frozen Hearth. PROBABLY. And like I said, not going to set a date, so it's going to be out when it's out.
Regarding this RWBY story, I have a general idea of where this is going. Hint, hint, it will be something that revolves action on the air marshall's part.
If you like this idea, please do REVIEW, FOLLOW and FAVOURITE so I know people actually want to read it. Just tell me what you liked, what you didn't, what you want to see in the next chapter. The more people that like this, the sooner I will update. :)
Thanks!
ExGuard123
PS. I forgot to tell you guys about this the last update. If you're curious about my current situation regarding updates just check my profile, I usually have a note at the top that describes what's going on.