I could've made this story a one-shot, it'll just be long. But I don't want to. I feel like it'll be nice if it's separated into chapters.
I do not own RWBY.
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Loneliness was something that Weiss Schnee had grown accustomed to long ago. Sure, she had big sister Winter but she was rarely at home – although more frequent than her father.
She was lying on her bed in her night gown, gazing at the artificial galaxy on her ceiling. It was a rather chilly night, but she made no attempt to warm herself up. The only window in her room had allowed the moonlight to shine in as her source of light; it was a gigantic window where a giant Nevermore could easily fit in.
Then she saw something.
A shadow was doing something weird near the window and the moon had chosen this time to hide behind the clouds, as if it wanted to prevent her from getting a clear view of the intruder. She quickly sat up and pulled out her phone when she heard the sound of her window opening.
Oh no.
A soft thud was heard when a figure broke in. Weiss quickly dialed the security number but the intruder was even faster. She was pinned on the bed on her back, in just the blink of an eye; the figure sitting on her stomach, her phone out of reach.
"Weiss Schnee…" the figure's voice sounded so warm, like the sun in the middle of July, but at the same time so hollow – like a part of it was missing.
The moon had done hiding, for it was shining with all its might now, deliberately wanting to show her who the intruder was.
It turned out to be a woman who didn't even bother to cover up her face. Long, curly golden locks flowing freely on her back, a pair of lilac eyes full of emotions and a majestic body full of muscles that wasn't too bulky for a female – in short, this woman was absolutely gorgeous. She wore black colored clothing that covered her whole body and a pair of gloves and boots that was the same color as well.
Weiss did not do anything; she was too stunned to see someone this beautiful.
"Hey…" the blonde pointed a small knife at her throat and leaned so close to her face she could practically feel her breath, "Say something."
The heiress just gave her a smile that consisted of intense mixed emotions and mainly, her loneliness. Her eyes stared right into the intruder's, trying to convey something so desperately.
The blonde's eye widened in surprise, but she made no effort to change her position.
"Why?" Was all she could say.
"If I can't fight it, I might as well just accept it."
A simple sentence, yet so complicated. The blonde frowned; she knew that smile too well. It was exactly the smile her mother Summer gave her on her death bed. A smile that told her she was ready to depart. She knew what the heiress just said wasn't to mock her; it was her view on her own life and something was telling her that this girl was just as wounded as she was.
The intruder stared into those pair of blue orbs, trying to understand more about her.
All she could see was loneliness and – longing.
"You're…the same." Slowly she put her knife down just beside the heiress' hand and used her forehead to touch the heiress' lightly.
Weiss could understand what she was trying to tell her; she understood it too well. Before she could speak, she felt a drop of tear on her cheek.
"Why…" She saw the blonde biting her lips, trying to hold back tears, "Why?"
"Your eyes…" Weiss touched the blonde's cheek lightly, "I know they were once full of vibrant."
The intruder couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She parted from her prey's forehead and her head it on her shoulder, her cheek touching the heiress' cold one.
"Yang." The blonde whispered in her ears.
"Yang," The heiress repeated that beautiful name, "I'm Weiss."
"I know."
"Why are you here?"
She felt Yang grabbing both her shoulder tightly upon hearing that question. She remained her current position as the heiress caressed her golden locks.
"I normally hate people touching my hair you know."
"But I'm touching it now."
"I'm fine with you I guess."
Weiss continued to stroke her hair gently, waiting for the blonde to answer.
"I'm here to kill you." She then paused a moment, "Was."
"Why?"
"Your father ran me over with a car." Yang's voice sounded harsh, "He made me lost my treasured…thing forever and I want him to understand how that feels."
Weiss recalled that incident. Apparently her father's driver had a day off to do something important and the man had to drive himself. However things didn't go well as he accidentally ran over a motorcyclist. He paid for all the hospitals fees and stuffs but with the power of his wealth the charge on him was ultimately dropped. It wasn't reported that detailed by the media as the man had a pretty big influence being the CEO of the Schnee Electric Company.
"He won't care." Weiss replied.
"Why?"
"He simply sees me as the heiress of the company. There's nothing beyond that."
"He doesn't care about you as his daughter?"
"He's too busy to care about family. Didn't even attend mother's funeral because he was too busy running the company."
"Is that why your eyes are so empty?" Yang shifted her position and once again gazed into blue pools.
"It's cold. It's really cold...I'm all by myself."
The blonde touched her cheek gently, "You…don't have friends?"
The heiress shook her head.
For a moment both didn't say anything until Weiss broke the silence.
"Forgive me for asking…that case is almost two years ago. Why only do it now?"
"I was gonna forget about him." The blonde gritted her teeth, "But I recently saw him…saw him still carrying on without even a sense of guilt. I saw him visiting children with disabilities in the hospital. I was there too that day and I saw his face when the camera's not looking – he had a disgusted look…and I was so angry."
"I'm sorry Yang."
"You don't have to apologize for your father. You're not supposed to do that."
They heard muffled sound coming from the other side of the door and Yang quickly jerked up from their current position, grabbing her knife and preparing to leave.
"Will I see you again?" The heiress whispered.
The blonde just smirked and jumped out of the windows, disappearing into the darkness.
"Weiss?" Came Winter's voice when the door was opened, "Are you alright? I heard some noises."
"I'm alright Winter. I was just practicing singing. I can't fall asleep." The heiress quickly made up some excuses.
"I see. Go get some pills if you're not feeling well. I'm going back to my room now."
"Of course. Thank you sister."
As the door closed the heiress breathed a sigh of relief. She shifted a bit to make herself comfortable to sleep and she felt something soft near her left shoulder.
It was a yellow handkerchief with the initial 'Y' sewed on the right lower corner. Weiss brought it close to her nose and immediately she smelled sunshine and citrus. She closed her eyes, recalling that intruder who turned out to be a beautiful beast wounded by lost and loneliness.
For once in her life, she was looking forward to tomorrow.
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Thank you for taking your precious time to read my story.
And yes I suck at naming stories.