Here's the continuation that no one ever ask for.
But I still insist on haunting y'all even when my college life got all wrecked currently lol.
Chapter Warning: Hints of non-con Monochrome, not-so-implied incest.
Chapter 2: Homecoming
Yang almost forgot how comfortable it is to wear anything beside that orange inmate suit. She supposed it was something expected after you spent three years inside the high walls and barbed fences.
Though she preferred to be out there with her full rights of liberty, it'd a cruel lie to say the time she spent inside was hell. In fact, her time serving her sentence was more like a fairy tale—compared to either plots of fictitious prison-themed shows or real accounts told by ex-inmates lounging by Junior's bar. She was good friends with the wardens while helping them keeping the atmosphere between inmates healthy and fun with her jokes and puns. Even some wardens gave her a pat on shoulder and thumbs up as she walked to her freedom, jokingly throwing banters of "I hope we won't see each other again!".
She squinted her eyes as she took her first step to freedom after three years. The sun shone too bright for her lilac eyes; was the sun ever this bright, or her eyes was too used to drab grey of the prison.
"Yang!"
"Oommph!" the blonde groaned, not ready to catch a blur of black and red of cuddly little sister and her bone-crushing hug.
"I miss you!"
Yang cackled while stroking his sister's back gently. Gleaming silver irises looked up, shining happiness in almost blinding intensity as the sun's. Her eyes became a bit dazed with a threat of falling tears, but she blinked it away. "I miss you too, Rubes," she purred.
The younger broke off from the hug first and literally dragged the blonde to a car waiting just paces away from them. A young man with mop of yellowish hair leaned on the trunk was waiting for them, casting a smile to the sisters.
"Hey there, Jaune."
"'Sup, Yang," the blonde boy smiled with a playful salute.
Yang stashed her duffel bag on the back seat and sat there. Ruby settled herself on the passenger side beside the driving Jaune, her smile never wavered along the ride. The ride was silent save from the alternative rock music played by the radio, but it was comforting.
Who knew three years in prison would make her appreciate small things better. The absence of hearty boisterous chats usually would've set her on edge, but here she was, contented with only listening to Ruby humming to the song on the radio.
"Hey Jaune," Yang called behind her smile. "I can't stop thanking you for bailing me out, so… thank you."
"I guess I can't ask you to stop, hm?" Jaune laughed slightly and shrugged. "You gotta give more credits to Ren, though. He's the one who take care of the legal stuffs and the paperwork. I just make sure there's enough fund to get the fine and other fees to be settled. You're never guilty to begin with, anyway."
If Jaune had been intending to reassure Yang, then it was both a success and failure. It was indeed she was framed for an attempted murder, but the sense of guilt came not from it—but her inability to protect her sister due to her time serving the sentence.
During her three years of absence, what had become of Ruby? To what could be seen, Ruby was still as petite and adorable as she could remember, yet she also grew in certain spots, making her look more womanly beautiful.
The unseen changes, however, concerned her more.
Her contemplation was cut short as the car pulled back just outside Xiao Long residence's well-tended lawn. It might be just her, but the garden really had become more beautiful; the sunflowers burst with color brighter than she could ever remember, the small but well-kept rose bushes dotted the greenery with vibrant ruby hue.
Yang spent no time to stop and smell the roses as she rushed to a sandy blonde man by the sunflowers.
"Dad!"
The father-daughter shared a big bear hug before one bundle of red and black crashed to them and made them all tumbled to the grass. They become a dogpile of laughing mess with the background of green and specks of yellow and red.
"My little dragon is home!" the sandy blonde man laughed.
Jaune chuckled at the hearty show of family reunion, excusing himself despite Ruby's protest. Taiyang chuckled and nodded his thanks to the young blonde, ushering his daughters to get off him and get inside.
Ruby scuttled inside and head straight to the kitchen. With a small laugh Yang left her little sister to do whatever, following her father to her long-unoccupied room.
"Ruby cleans your room everyday, she even added some small things for your homecoming."
Her father's word spoke truth of what she saw. The bedding was so fresh that she could smell fragrant fabric softener from it. She almost missed the hard-to-miss large poster of her favorite rock band, which never adored that same portion of the wall three years ago. She gasped and cooed as she sauntered her desk; is that the limited-edition action figure of her favorite game character she once really drooled after?
"Yaaaaang! I made cookies!"
Fresh aroma of baked sugar and cocoa invaded as Ruby entered the room. The cookies arranged neatly on the tray, with "WELCOME HOME YANG!" written with cheese cream topping. Their father had left to their own, giving the sister some time to bond after three years of separation. Ah, her little Ruby, always the cheerful cookie-maniac.
For a moment, she forgot that her innocent little sister wasn't innocent anymore. This sweet girl who baked cookies was also a stripper who did far beyond dancing on a pole in skimpy clothes.
"Ruby, you still perform at Junior's?"
Ruby nodded lightly. "At some other place too."
The sweetness of the cookies became stale in her mouth. Looking back, if she had been the same Yang years ago, surely she'd press her little sister to stop, even a little violence might be involved in the process. She couldn't stand it, watching at the sideline while Ruby sold her body and mutilated her innocence and dignity for a chance of justice for her mother.
Where she had been, when she should've been protecting and guiding her little sister? Her sorry self was cooped behind the iron bars, when the countless of filthy hands touched Ruby far deeper than skin deep.
"How's college?"
"Well, I guess I'll have another failing class again?" Ruby shrugged and grinned in so carefree style. "And kinda push my homework to extreme procrastination lately so...yeah."
Yang sighed and shook her head lightly. "No one want to hire an idiot college girl with low GPA, you know?"
"Well, there's always Ren's family's law firm to run to, right?"
Yang cracked some rounds of light laugh. "You have opportunities, Ruby, unlike me. Don't waste it."
She laughed it off, but really, she didn't want Ruby's nonchalance with her study jeopardized her future. She didn't want Ruby to be like her—a worthless being of a sister and a trash of the society.
Yang only could bring herself to eat three and the rest of the cookies was wolfed down by Ruby. Her baby sister's cookies were amazing just like how she remembered, and she felt like she had done Ruby disservice by not able to eat more.
However, she knew world had rolled forth without her, leaving her behind her own misery behind the bars. The world wouldn't care whether she had done picking up the pieces or sulking in endless defeat—and Ruby had no use of a useless sulking sister. Right after Ruby left, she grabbed her phone and dialed Jaune.
"Hey Jaune, sorry for calling you this soon. Umm, I wanna know if your offer is still open?"
Xxxxx
"It's either he pushes my diamond shipping forward or I'll have his brain pushed out from his skull!" The figure on the line spoke again, this time almost successfully shoving Weiss' patience off the edge. "Very well, send some men to take care of him," she hissed before hanging up the call.
She grunted softly. If it wasn't at South Africa, she'd more than glad to go and hand the judgment by herself. Blood might fly, but whatever it took for smooth business.
Her finger jabbed the intercom and the voice of her secretary came out. "Mr. Whitley Schnee is here to see you."
With a small groan she replied, "Send him in."
Then a slender young man marched to her desk, every inch of his body emanated fury wrapped inelegantly in cold. Weiss, however, wasn't affected at all by his or his flaunted anger.
"Well, good day to you, dear brother."
"Cut the crap, Weiss!" Whitley slammed his hand to her sleek mahogany desk. "You didn't show up at the tender. Where have you been?"
"You know well. I need to get some shipping fiasco done with Winchester."
"Bullshit," he spat. "It's only a minor problem for you and wouldn't have taken more than a couple of hours of your time. But you haven't showed up until this noon and I was forced to attend the tender in your stead." His ice-like eyes scrutinized the older Schnee—the heiress—and slathered more venom to his words. "You must've let your dick run around for some fun last night, huh?"
"As clever as always, you are, Whitley," Weiss chuckled. "Didn't winning the tender in my stead give you some good reputation in our—oh I'm sorry—I mean, in my partners' eyes? And I had my fun last night. It's a win-win situation."
"They were really looking forward to meet you and you ditched them for a fuck with a whore!" He snarled. "I could've have just made us lost the tender by a hair's wide by showing your little cracks and flaws on the project. Then your clients surely would doubt your credibility."
"Really? Come on, you won't dare. We both know it, little brother." Weiss said in faked cheery tune and curled her lips in devious curl. "You will never dare. Papa Jacques is watching, you know. You don't want him to see you as an incompetent brat who even can't lap up what his big sister almost finished, right?"
Whitley gritted his teeth behind his tightly pursed lips. Letting his rage to come out and play would only fuel Weiss' amusement, and it was equivalent to admitting his sister's victory. Weiss had won, indeed, but that would never mean he would let the heiress bask on the glory and laugh on him further.
He was a couple of steps away from the door when his sister's voice spoke once again.
"Tell Miss Belladonna to come in."
Whitley shot her a dirty look over his shoulder and closed the door.
Few seconds later the door was ajar again, with a certain black-haired secretary slithering in to the office. There was a very subtle look of discomfort in her otherwise professional face. "Is there anything you need, Miss Schnee?" she asked, her heels clacked silently as she approached her boss' desk.
"I don't know," Weiss hummed, her form rose from her seat. "Do you know why I call you here?"
With every steps Weiss took, Blake shook. An impulse to run away was there but she couldn't act on it, for Weiss' high prey drive wouldn't even let her reaching the door in one piece. Blake was even barely aware when her back had met to the wall and trapped by her boss. As the distance between them was nonexistent, their height difference became apparent, but it was nothing for the woman with pristine predatory smile on her face. Weiss reached up and roughly pulled the taller woman to a kiss, her right hand had embarked on a quest across the secretary's voluptuous body.
Blake held herself from squirming under her boss' less than appropriate touch. A moan, however, escaped from her self-restraint when Weiss bit her neck and pinched her nipples, igniting unwanted arousal inside her and between her legs.
"Unfortunately, I had enough of sex last night to keep me satiated for now." Weiss pulled back with a small chuckle. She turned around and paced leisurely, enjoying the city view offered by the glass wall. "Arrange a meeting with Cardin Winchester in any available time slot for this week."
Weiss could hear frantic clacks of her secretary's heels headed to the door, leaving her alone with her musings. The tangy sweetness of Blake's lips and reluctance still lingered like a sweet moscato after a dinner of halibut.
Getting misunderstood as a promiscuous young executive, she was often thought to flee to the club every day and woke up with different women every night. No, Weiss had high standards regarding her bed warmers. Conquests were meant to be glorious, and bedding cheap whores or random drunken strangers surely didn't count. Her refined taste only could be appeased by the best of escorts and selected ladies worthy of her lust.
It reminded her that today her sister graced their home with her less-than-rare visit. There'd be no more prime chance for her to do her duty as a good little sister; Winter deserved all the tasteful homecoming with warm bed.
Hence as the time shifted to the end of the office hours, the platinum-haired executive went straight to their family residence. Her father had to attend a consortium at Munich and her brother must've been off to Satan knows where, leaving her sister and her as the only Schnees in their palatial home. No one would disturb their sisterly bonding.
"Welcome home, Winter."
"Oh, it's you, Weiss."
The door was closed with soft click and another louder clack of turning lock. The stoic mask of the elder snow-haired sister broke faster than how dense acid melted away flesh. Weiss relished the subtle tingles of fear in Winter's voice. A mighty West Point graduate, a promising military officer, shriveled before her.
Winter had obvious upper hand against the vertically challenged Weiss, but such advantage was naught as she hopelessly resorted on her buckling knees which served no resistance against the younger's advance. As the back of her legs bumped the edge of the bed, she fell to her back and was quickly trapped under the lustful look of her sister. Getting the short end of genetics in height department often tricked people to think Weiss akin to a gullible snow hare, but that handful who knew better had tasted what a beast she was—either figuratively, or literally for the thing between her legs.
She grounded her hardened bulge along the inner seam of Winter's form fitting trousers, her hand had made the quick work of the fly and now had dived deeper to the heated core. Winter's mouth gaped open to plead, or maybe to curse, but no voice but faint whimper came out. Good, Winter indeed had been the victim of her own need. Weiss wouldn't have to take any further measure to make this enjoyable for both of them.
What to say? Winter was her very first conquest and also a forbiddenly glorious one to note. Only few things Weiss could name that were better than revisiting the exquisite curves and slopes of her sister, and cementing her claim deep again and again.
xxxxx
The whisky in his glass had gone past his throat. Strong liquor was what Cardin needed after—figuratively—breaking thick skulls of goody two shoes custom higher echelons, wasting him not just money but efforts and headache. The Schnee heiress should cut him a good chunk for his hard work or else.
He didn't expect a company or order any room service, so a knock coming from the door gave him a mild surprise. From the peephole, he could see a figure in risqué red dress he quickly identified as that stripper bitch who shot him down. So now she came on her own will? Or maybe, this prostitute was a surprise gift from Weiss Schnee after she broke this Rose bitch. Nevertheless, a casual, good and free fuck would never be missed by Cardin.
The stripper strutted inside with her hips swaying, instantly making Cardin's dress trousers felt stuffed.
"Wow! So this high and mighty Rose bitch finally understand what a hotshot Cardin Winchester really is, huh?" he chortled, his fingers already made the quick work of the buttons of his shirt. "Or Weiss Schnee has broken you into a good fuck puppy?"
Ruby let out a small giggle as she ground her ass against his crotch. Soft, seductive moans flowed from her lips when he slobbered her neck with sloppy kisses and graced her breasts with his big hands.
Cardin Winchester. The spoiled son of one of international cargo shipping kings. More of a brawn than brains from his looks, but he was surprisingly the one of the best lobbyist cum fraudster in the field. If only his way with women was as smooth as he lobbied corporates and officials to skid into his fraud, but what to expect from a brainless brute?
From the files she stole from many of her fifty-something clients, he had been responsible of numerous smuggling thing legal and illegal. Her mother's old files of the Schnee cases she worked on had him littered in many parts of the investigation, and one of major names in the particular one biggest case.
He was one of the pests she had to purge.
"Maybe we can fuck in hell," Ruby giggled and turned around, playfully pushed him down to the bed. She climbed on top of him, straddling the obvious tent of his pants. "Too bad you gotta go there first, Cardin Winchester."
He chortled, appreciating how creative the prostitute was at stepping up her dirty talking game.
What he never took into account was how literal Ruby meant it. That is, until the woman of black and red pulled out a gun and let hot shrapnel nested in his head, guiding him to the quickest highway to hell.
This chapter serves as interlude before the good plot and 'plots' start, so yeah, be patience for the loods for a while, will ya?
Yes yes YES. Weiss is following Papa Jacques' way to be a dick, or be a worse dick than Papa Schnee is. Maybe this is my version of 'what if Weiss is just Jacques Schnee Jr.' and worsened with her V1 canon arrogance. And the dick, yep, don't forget the dick, 'coz the dick only makes it better.
So go on, hate her here because it's what I aim for muhahahahahahha. I've warned you, right?
Have no fear, nothing will go unpunished or unrewarded.