I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own RWBY.

Small Monochrome/Checkmate drabble fic.


"Are you sure?" Weiss asked skeptically, staring up at the name of the bookstore. 'Tukson's Bookshop: Home to every book under the sun.'

"Of course!" Blake chuckled. "I come here very often. Tukson has some of the best books around. I'm certain he has the book you want."

Weiss sighed and followed her teammate into the bookstore, the doorbell ringing as they strode in. From the back appeared a heavily sideburned face, but the man could hardly look threatening with such a warm smile on his face. The heiress watched in shock as he leaped over the counter and nuzzled his fist into Blake's hair, being mindful of her bow. He knows? she wondered dumbfoundedly.

"Tukson, this is a friend of mine." Blake said, chuckling as she stepped from the friendly embrace. "Weiss, Tukson was one of my mentors when I was part of the White Fang. He got me into reading. After a while, he left and I followed a few years later."

Weiss noticed the flash of worry cross the bookkeeper's face, but it was gone before she could ask about it. Blake pushed her forward and Weiss shifted uncomfortably before setting her jaw and walking over to Tukson. The owner of the bookstore cocked his head and waited calmly.

Taking a deep breath, Weiss asked, "Do you… have Beauty and the Beast?"


Yes. That is the book she wants. Don't judge. We'll just say this happened during the RWBY Chibi continuity.