hello!! im a newbie here, so pretty please to meet you all!!!
this is my first RWBY FanFic, and i decided i start off with Weiss cuz simply she is just the character fit on my idea. (uh, well... yea, i like her too)
i will start the story in Weiss' younger days before the canon timeline. we all know that Weiss' history is not at best as she shares in the canon so i opted i give it a story and depends of what will you give me as a review, i might continue this work until it connects to canon or will become a rewrite.
and i dunno what else to add to the header so lets start the reading.
hope you enjoy and if not, a review will make me happy. again, this is my first publish so i will not blame you for any negative comments you will give, i'll be happy even xD
IMPORTANT NOTE OF ALL:
I DO NOT OWN RWBY!
ALL RIGHTS SOLELY BELONG TO MONTY OUM ONLY!
thank you for your hard work, Monty.
RIP
Loneliest no More
Chapter 1: A Young Girl's Burden
Weiss Schnee.
A top student, excellent fighter, world-class singer and heiress of the Schnee Dust Company.
Many view her as a perfect girl; she has brains, beauty, fame, riches and maybe power.
A prodigy. Untouchable. Perfect.
Just a simple mention of her name makes a whole class, rather crowd, step down from the field of view from the world.
Just a simple mention of her name makes the tough muscles shiver in fear.
Just a simple mention of her name can make the sea split into two.
And just a simple mention of her name, the world avoids her.
As long as Weiss can remember, she realizes, her life was never her own.
As young as she maybe, she was taught by the best professors, trained by the best warriors, sung in many concerts and presented to the world as the next person to rule the biggest Dust Company in Remnant.
Weiss was taught to never associate to those who are below her. She was taught to be always on top, never to falter, not even once.
To fail in any subjects, training, notes and reports means she fails to be the person the whole Remnant expects her to be, a Schnee.
So, she strives to be just it. Being a top student, excellent fighter, world-class singer and heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. Making anything and anyone be her stepping stone to maintain it. She can't allow anything to hinder her way, lest her precious reputation will be put on risk.
In seventeen years of her life, that method has did her good. And she despises to admit it.
Being taught, trained and grew up in such a strict society made her felt contained. At a young age, she unconsciously built up walls around her. Assuming it will shield her from any harm the world may throw at her, but not from the inside.
She already has too much on her plate to take; adding stress and pressure in the mix makes her suffocate, too much for her young mind and body.
But she just can't fail from this; never allow failing at all. Not when her father is always there in every single steps she make.
Her father always-always- makes sure to have Weiss succeeds in everything. He holds every lessons and trainings Weiss must take from her professors. If he sees Weiss has failed, he orders to double the pressure before stepping to next. If she completes her tasks, he orders to triple the lessons before going to the next. And if she is set for a future cause, he sets tenfolds of the stress so that she may never falter when the day comes.
Everyday of her life, Weiss took these all, head on.
And the result, she has become who she is; a prodigy, untouchable, perfect, but uptight, cold and sometimes, unforgiving.
She is proud of what she has become because the world will never see her fail. Proud that she grew up prim, proper and perfect and nothing will stand in her way and expected to stay that way.
But somewhere along the way, she thought, she has enough.
Of all the years' worth of training and lessons, trails and errors, pressure and stress and lastly a collection of her father's wrath in her every failure, she decides its about time to think for herself. All of those may have shaped Weiss the way she is now; tough and unbreakable. But in the night, in the confines of her room, her only sanctuary, she cries.
She's tired.
Tired of all the lessons and expectations, tired of her life was being led, tired of her father's screaming and most of all, tired of being alone.
It may not be everynight, but when she feels the burden is too much, she let it all out. And only the locks of her door are the only security she had whenever she does it. From time to time, Klein is there to comfort her when Winter is painfully out of her reach. But even her trusted butler can't stay with her in the time she needs him, simply because Klein is not appointed solely to Weiss.
She knows that and thus she taught herself to tough it out and stop being childish.
Another few years of unavoidable torment she suffered. And add it when the cases of White Fang piles up on her father's desk.
Somehow, of all those burden placed upon Weiss, she has gotten used to it. She now never surprises when added lesson came, tougher trainings to take and important business to attend. But when her father came home from work, brows tight, steps heavy, eyes glaring and a roar ready to bellow, Weiss was once again helpless in her father's acts.
Standing in front of him in his office desk, hands tightly clenched till they're stark white, feet rooted to the ground, legs shaking, head bowed slightly, eyes closed, jaws taut, ears aching, Weiss innocently takes all of the rage her father throwing at her. She never ever dared to move a muscle in fear it may fuel her father's anger, while he, on the other hand, shouting, yelling at her in the best of his capabilities like it was his own daughter's fault it happen. Slamming his hands on the desk, thrashing everything was on it and pointing his fingers at her but never dared to lay hands on her knowing that it'll tarnish his name if the public knows what he did to his priced trophy.
The shouting lasted until he calmed down or worst, for hours at most. He finally drops down to his recliner, hand rubbing his throbbing forehead and heaved sighs that even Weiss thinks its not yet over. But still Weiss never moved, she has to stay a few more moments in silence or until her father permits her to go, but still in deep, angry tone.
Finally, he lets her go. Waving his hands out coldly like shooing away some stray animals and slams the said hand back to the table.
Weiss, still shaking but able to hide it somehow, can't feel relax yet.
"I'm sorry, father," she murmurs as she bows her head slightly and quietly turns to leave.
She manages to turn the door knob open whilst her hands are shaking and closes it again quietly. She still holds her breath while standing in front of the door, afraid that releasing it makes noise and the angry man wilds up again.
At the corner of her vision, she saw a stark of white and navy blue. Turning her head to see it complete, she saw Whitley walking away leisurely with his hands on his back and turned around the corner of the hall, like he was just passing by. She suspects he hears all of the things happened inside the office and he enjoys the sound at Weiss being yelled at.
As much as she wants to call and confront Whitley, she is too exhausted of today's event. Giving in to the idea of retreating to her room and get herself a hot shower too eases the tensions in her muscles.
So, she walks. Head still down, absently staring at the carpet on the floor. She never bothers to look up because she knows her way back and no one will cross her way.
As she enters her room, she locks up the door and leans onto it. She lifts her head up, took a deep breath and releases it. She didn't even fancy to turn on the lights. She is just thankful that the day is over and night has come.
Weiss goes on to her usual nightly routines. She did take hot shower; she felt the temperature but didn't give her comfort. She brushed her hair but her arms and hands felt heavy. She went and sits onto her bed but its softness can't convince her to lay on it yet.
She turned her head towards the window and caught the glimpse of the moon. Its light provided solitude to her dark room and she is basking on it. Weiss stood up and walks to the window. It looks like it took her forever to reach it because she felt she's dragging herself as her feet felt really heavy.
At long last, she finally reached her destination and drops herself onto the floor by the wall of the window. She lets go a rather heavy sigh as if she traveled across the world whereas she just crosses her room.
Turning her head towards outside, she get a better view of the shattered moon. She just simply likes to look at it as if the moon gives her comfort she desperately looking for. Tired as she may be, but Weiss painfully fights off the drowsiness for a few more moments just to look at the shattered moon.
And so she manages to stay awake and stare outside. She didn't speak to it or the other way around, but somehow she gives a small smile.
For the first time in a long while, she smiles, despite of all the things happened that day, weeks and months even.
The moon didn't ask her for anything but she felt obligated to give something back to the moon, for simply being there for her when she has no one to run to. Thinking that this is her thanks to the moon for never failing her to be there everynight.
And thus, her exhaustion returns to her and ready to claim her consciousness away from her persona. Too tired and feeling heavy to stand up again and go back to bed, she opted to spend the night to where she is right now. Besides, its not her first time to sleep outside her bed and the floor felt more comfortable than the large cushion. Even though Atlas is basically known as Ice Kingdom, Weiss never felt cold sleeping on the floor, not when there's the moon will lull her to slumber.
So she readies herself to find a comfortable position for the night. Finally, she decided to lay herself below the window where the moonlight still caresses her. Propping her right arm as a makeshift pillow under her head, she curls loosely on the floor and ready to welcome the sleep to take her over.
One last glance to the moon, Weiss quietly thank it again and wishes to accompany her tomorrow night as well.
and that concludes my first story!!!
actually, i just rewatched the White Trailer and thus this story pops in my head, and the title too, hehehe
i dunno if i can think of something worthwhile to write cuz honestly this is my personal best story ive ever made!
anyways, please leave a review. if either you want this to continue or not.
thanks for the time!!!
see u next time!!!