Hey everyone! So I'd love to say that I'm here with a brand new story but technically I published this many months ago over on my tumblr account (If you want to check it out there is a link on my profile). This AU was originally conceived by my friend and fellow tumblr user echoofahero who was kind enough to let me write out her initial ideas into my own fic.
While I say that this story has been published before it was never completed. I'm kind of hoping that by posting it on here gradually I might find the motivation I need to try and finish it! So please if you like it let me know, either on here or over on my tumblr!
Anyway I hope you're having a wonderful day and enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: RWBY and its characters belong to the late Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth.
It was a sunny Saturday morning in Vale. Not that it was noticeable from within the dark interior of the Schnee family arcade. However, the flashing neon lights and loud upbeat music held its own kind of warmth; enticing punters to spend their hard earned lien with the promise of entertainment and prizes.
Only two employees could be seen within the arcade this early in the day. One was a tall, dark-haired girl with a black bow accessorising her white company t-shirt and black uniform trousers and was currently fiddling with the internal working of one of the games while occasionally answering questions from the odd customer.
The other employee sat behind the counter of the arcade's prize booth. Appearance-wise she was the polar opposite of her co-worker; short, pale-skinned with long white hair, tied back in an asymmetrical ponytail. The posture by which she held herself was that of someone who was educated and well mannered, if a little uptight at times. She was in fact Weiss Schnee, eldest daughter and heiress of the Schnee family.
It might have seemed strange to the average onlooker that the heiress would willingly work at the arcade. She had chosen to spend her summer doing something productive and figured that by working within the arcade itself she could gain a better understanding of the business, should she choose to take over from her father in the years to come.
Since it was still early the arcade was fairly quiet, although it would no doubt pick up as the day more on. But for now there was nothing much for the heiress to do other than sit and watch the flashing light of the games. After a few minutes of staring at nothing she let out a bored sigh and slouched forwards to lean against the counter.
"Hey, the machine's all fixed now."
The sound startled Weiss, making her shoot back up from her slouch. The person responsible let out a low chuckle as they leaned onto the other side of the counter.
"I swear Blake, some days I think you have more in common with a cat than just your ears." Weiss glanced towards said ears, currently discretely concealed beneath the girl's bow, before levelling her with a look of faux annoyance. Blake merely shrugged in response and continued with her report.
"By the way, someone thought it was a good idea to stuff empty wrappers down the coin return on the… Hey Weiss are you listening to me?" The heiress' only response was a very unladylike non-committal grunt and continued staring at something over Blake's shoulder, leaving the faunus girl frowning. She followed Weiss' gaze and understood why she had suddenly stopped paying attention.
The main doors to the arcade were always left open, mainly to let the sounds of the game filter out and grab the attention of passers-by, but also to let in fresh air and a bit of natural light. Light which was currently being partially obscured by their newest patron.
Large, was the only way Blake could think to describe the newcomer. Not fat by any stretch, judging by the strip of midriff left uncovered by their top which revealed hints of well-toned abs even with the poor lighting and distance between them. As the stranger approached the prize booth Blake noted that they had a few inches of height on her, not to mention many more in the breadth of their shoulders and chest. She also noted the mane of golden hair swaying, unbound, behind her.
The faunus gave an internal nod of approval at the newcomer's physique, but gave no outward sign of it. Unlike Weiss, who appeared to be openly staring at the girl as she approached the pair. Blake wondered if the heiress even realised she was staring, until she saw her give herself a mental shake and shift on the stool to regain her posture. As the stranger came to a stop in front of them she gave them both a cheery smile.
"Good morning."
Blake returned the sentiment before glancing back at Weiss and promptly excusing herself whilst trying not to smirk at the girl's less than subtle blush.
After watching Blake leave the newcomer turned her attention back to the white-haired girl behind the counter.
"So…" she glanced down at the name tag pinned to her shirt, "Weiss. What's the most impressive prize you have to win?"
It took a few moments for Weiss to fully register the question, and a few more to formulate an answer.
"We have… a signed Achieve Men poster. No-one's ever come close to winning that before."
The blonde mulled the answer over as she looked around the prize booth and found the item in question.
"How many tickets do you need for that then?"
Weiss twisted on her stool and searched for the tag.
"5000 tickets."
The stranger let out a soft whistle. "Geez, no wonder no-one's ever won it before." She clapped her hands in front of her once and grinned at Weiss. "Better get started then, thanks Weiss." The heiress gave her a polite nod as she started to leave. "I'm Yang by the way. You're gunna have to get used to seeing me around here, I've got lots of tickets to earn," she added with a wink before finally moving away towards the change machine.
Weiss couldn't stop the blush that once again crept across her cheeks at the blonde's wink and smiled to herself as she watched her walking away.
It was unlikely that Yang would actually win enough tickets to claim the prize, but Weiss wouldn't deny that she'd enjoy watching her try.