This will be my first released Fic and I will appreciate any constructive criticism from readers. I would like it noted this is rated T FOR SAFETY as more colorful language as well as fight scenes may occur as I progress with the writing of this story.
ATTENTION! I would like to thank SimplySutton for their help with this chapter. This is a re-write of the original due to me having several errors and a bad layout that SimplySutton was able to help me on. I also added a few extra sentences and scenes to make it more immersing.
One last thing before you read: I unfortunately am extremely busy with classes and swimming (senior nationals here I come!) and won't likely be releasing any chapters within a week of each other. Without further ado, I present: Imperfection is to be Expected.
Perfection is Unrealistic
Imperfection is only to be expected
Weiss Schnee delicately placed Myrtenaster's point in her right palm; the expertly forged metal was icy to the touch, only partly to the dust chamber being set to cyan freeze dust.
Taking a deep breath she dug a millimeter into the skin before closing her hand. Not hesitating, she quickly drew Myrtenaster across her palm. The heiress ground her teeth together for a second before catching herself.
'A Schnee does not flinch, does not back down, does not hesitate or doubt' She chanted in her mind. 'The Schnee are like a blizzard: relentless, unstoppable, but no less beautiful for their deadliness. A Schnee does not flinch, does not…
"Weeeeiiisss! Where are you?" A young voice interrupted her thoughts.
'Ruby! Why is she here?' frantically thought the huntress-in-training 'I have to get away!' Escape plans of all sorts screamed through her head until…
"Come out Snow Angel! We just want to help! Ow! Ruby, that hurt."
"You could say little Miss Rose has thorns, eh? Gettit?" A certain blonde piped in, eager for any chance to make a joke.
"Yang, I am sure no one appreciates your puns in our current situation." Blake deadpanned, "In fact, I am positive that if Weiss is in the gardens she heard that horrible excuse for humor and will be leaving shortly"
So the whole team was there; they had even brought along the reason for her current predicament: the insufferable imperfectionist himself.
"Why did they have come looking for me" she growled to herself" I am perfectly fine on my own."
Weiss, as quickly and silently as she could, hid behind one of the large rosebushes (how ironic) in the academy's garden where she could see her colleagues. If they were all there she would not be able to escape, and why not take the opportunity to maybe get back at Jaune and Ruby.
Jaune was awkwardly looking behind a different set of roses, giving out sharp exclamations whenever a thorn pricked him.
'Judging by the noise, I would not be surprised if he needs a blood transfusion later. And that O-negative blood will not be from Me.' thought Weiss with a sour smile.
Yang was impatiently tapping her foot while appearing to contemplate the amount of detentions she would get for burning down all of the magnificent flora surrounding her.
Ruby was looking just as inefficient as Yang.
At least Jaune was actually looking, albeit in the worst places, ("Jauney-boy, Weiss can't fit in a plant pot, but Weiss try. Ha-HA!") While Ruby was just banging her head against Crescent Rose, the Scyther-Rifle being in its compact form.
Blake on the other hand was dangerously close to finding the Heiress; bow twitching and eyes darting, Blake seemed to have narrowed down the potential spots Weiss could be using.
Truthfully, Weiss was sure the cat faunas knew where she was already and was only letting her stay hidden because she knew that Weiss would not want to talk to her team should they discover her whereabouts.
Her suspicions hardened when Blake suddenly decided that they should split into teams "I'll go with Yang and check the dorms and classrooms again. You and Jaune should continue looking here as it is still the most likely spot for her to hide from us. Now come on Yang. And no more burning things!" Blake added quickly.
She rapidly started walking away from the group, leaving Yang to stare open-mouthed for a second before getting in another failed attempt at humour: "She's such a sourpuss isn't she sis? Eh…EEHH."
Ruby gave an exasperated sigh before responding "Yang, wipe that smirk off your face and go help her find Weiss. And stop with the puns! Especially the cat ones because…" Ruby's voice descended to a whisper "Jaune doesn't know about the cutie little kitty ears and I don't think Blake wants everyone to know."
"Ruby, shut up and rescue the princess already. Then maybe you and Jaune could share the thank you kiss." Yang teased, making over the top kissing faces.
"YANG, GO!" Ruby practically screamed; her face maybe a little more red than it should be.
At that Yang took off at full sprint, while filing away Ruby's slight blush for later antics.
Weiss' eyes narrowed. Blake knew who was responsible for her avoiding the rest of the team and had set them up to find her. Fantastic. Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee dust company and top of all her classes was about to be found by a hyperactive dolt and an idiot.
The thought only added to her mix of emotions; this was how the problem was caused in the first place: being beaten by idiots. Little did Blake know, but she had pushed the heiress to her breaking point. If one more unfortunate event happened before the couple seconds it would take Weiss to replace her emotion blocking mask passed and she would snap.
Weiss closed her eyes.
'10 seconds. Cage the anger. 8. Bottle it up and never let it be seen again. 6 seconds. Flood the body and mind with determination. 4. Bring it under control and focus it. 2. Let the focused emotions fill your body. 1. Bring up an icy demeanor to hi-'
Something bumped into the back of her legs.
Ice blue eyes snapped open in anger. Lightly shaking with pure unbridled fury, Weiss slowly turned around to look at the rosebush again.
Her cold gaze settled on the crawling form of none other than Jaune Arc. Jaune had paused upon hitting her legs and looked up in surprise. His face and slow backward retreat made it obvious to Weiss that he was in an awkward position. Even more so when she noticed that her custom made combat skirt had caught on some thorns and was more… revealing to those of a lower elevation.
As the fencer felt the tide of anger build, Jaune gulped.
And then Weiss Schnee, in all her deadly beauty, SNAPPED.
So what did you think? Please leave comments on what to do as this is only my first Fic. In chapter 2 Jaune will bear the Wrath Of Schnee. Thank you if you read this far.
P.S. Please read SimplySutton's story Behind Ocean Eyes. It has much more emotion than my story and features Jaune beating people up. What else could you want/need? (Other than food and water. And oxygen is a big deal as well.)
P.P.S. This will likely not be a White Rose pairing. (3 readers gained, 5.2 readers lost.)
