Chapter Two Weiss to Meet You

Weiss's accomplishments were rarely recognized, and even when they were they were given an awful reward in comparison to what she had achieved. Today was no different, after finally perfecting a highly complicated glyph, one that she shouldn't have even heard of until a couple years later if she was advancing at a normal rate. She had spent the last month working on it in the courtyard and when it finally had finished her father slowly walked in giving her a slow clap to show his approval of her success.

"Even for a Schnee this is a great accomplishment. Tonight You will accompany me to the Shawcross Stadium." He told her. Honestly, it was no place to take a child, but Jacques wanted her to be rewarded without him having to change his schedule.

"Thank you, father," Weiss said with a bow despite really not wanting to go to this place. She didn't know what it was, but sports didn't hold any interest to her, so a place called the Shawcross Stadium sounded incredibly dull. The problem was if her father was bringing her to it she had to look excited.

It was only a couple of hours before Jacques got one of their servants to grab Weiss and bring her down to the car. When she got down to the car he was already sitting in the back waiting for her to get in.

"You took your time." He told her coldly when she entered the vehicle.

"Sorry father," Weiss replied simply.

The car ride was short and silent, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. The only times Weiss talked to her father was when he scorned her, was making her do something, or very rarely praising her.

From the outside, Shawcross Stadium looked like a simple warehouse, well a warehouse with an armed guard. The car pulled up to the front and Jacques and Weiss stepped out. Immediately they were stopped by the two guards in front of the door.

"Halt, fingerprint and retina scan." The one on the right said while holding a machine that looked just like a tablet, but the screen had nothing on it and there were no buttons.

Jacques stepped forward, put his right hand on the screen and looked into the lens on the top. It took a couple of seconds to scan him, before the machine said, "Jacques Schnee. Registered member." In a monotone voice.

"Thank you, mister Schnee. Is this your plus one?" The guard asked.

Jacques nodded and put Weiss's hand on the tablet. "Weiss Schnee. Unregistered."

"Override, register as Jacques Schnee's temporary guest." The guard told it. The machine took a while to process the command before it beeped again. With that, the guards stepped to the side.

The inside of the warehouse was underwhelming, to say the least, it was just a basic warehouse complete with concrete floors and wooden crates everywhere if it wasn't for the guards at the entrance Weiss would've thought that they were in the wrong place. Jacques walked towards a large crate in the centre of the room, as he approached it the front slid open revealing an elevator complete with a well-dressed attendant.

"Going down." He told them as they went down.

There wasn't much to look at as they descended but when they hit the bottom it was a bit easier on the eyes. The floor was a velvety red carpet complete with golden highlights showing where to go. It looked almost like the concession stand outside of a theatre, but one for live performances as opposed to movies. However, instead of a concession stand, there was a man of average height standing in front of a screen that contained all the fighters, and the betting odds. Currently, the room was empty as people were already in their seats ready for the next fight to start.

Jacques stepped up to the betting stand, "Put a thousand on the challenger, I doubt that animal will keep this winning streak."

"Sure thing sir! Though I wouldn't bet against that Blake girl, she has a good trainer and has earned a good amount of experience in the ring."

"Just place the bet. I didn't come to hear your commentary." Jacques told him coldly before walking away.

Weiss looked at her father and waited for him to get out of earshot before she apologized for him being such an ass. Afterwards, she hurried to catch up with him, this was the last place she wanted to be lost in.

It wasn't long before they took their seats, Jacques had come here often enough that they had a couple seats permanently reserved under the Schnee name. Weiss took her seat and looked into the ring where Blake stood, across from her was a rather large bull faunus. Weiss didn't know the girl but she feared for her life, she didn't get how this was allowed, it seemed very unfair to her, and though she wouldn't dare admit it in her father's presence, she found her rather attractive.

The bell rang out signaling the beginning of the fight. Unlike last time Blake ran forward at her opponent, once she was in range she jumped up and attempted to drop kick him in the chest, but despite his size, he was pretty quick and he grabbed her by the leg stopping her in her tracks. He swung her down like a batter hitting the home plate and then tossed her across the ring. As this happened Weiss flinched hating to see this violence while her father cheered wanting more

"Fuck," Blake said to herself dazed from the hit. She quickly sprung to her feet and got onto the defensive.

Her opponent slowly walked over to her menacingly, but Blake instead got into her combat stance and waited for him to get close. She had gotten a bit cocky from her last fights, so this time she paused and analyzed her opponent, he was strong and clearly wasn't the slowest either, but he was slower than her. He stepped forward and threw a large over handed punch, sacrificing his speed for power so he could finish her quickly. Blake wasn't exactly going to let a slow strike go unpunished so she waited for it to get in close, grabbed him by his wrist, spun around and threw him over her shoulder into the metal bars.

In the stands Jacques scrunched up his betting ticket with rage, meanwhile, Weiss quietly smiled to herself happy to see Blake gain some ground.

The faunus bounced off the bars and landed on his stomach next to Blake, but before she could take advantage of her position he rolled away from her and sprung back onto his feet. She quickly closed the distance and threw a punch at his gut, but it quickly got knocked to the size. Thanks to Qrow's training it didn't stop her attack, instead, she just let her forearm pull back and threw her elbow in instead. He bent over from the strike, so Blake twisted her arm slamming the back of her fist into his face. However, taking the time to get this extra hit in gave him enough time to throw a meaty punch into Blake's side causing her to quickly disengage sidestepping to keep out of reach. Now that she was on the defensive he threw a hard punch with all of his weight behind it if it connected it would've caused serious damage, but Blake was quick enough to duck out of the way. She sprung up at his now open side and threw her foot into the side of his knee with a sickening snap. The bull faunus dropped to the ground and Blake spun around slamming the heel of her foot into his spine laying him out on the mat. The fight finished just like the last one with a strong stomp breaking her opponent's neck.

In the stands, Jacques ripped up his ticket, swore, and immediately got out of his seat to leave. Weiss sat there looking at what Blake had just done, she knew Blake had no choice, but it didn't make the murder easier to see. Once the shock had dissipated Weiss noticed Jacques had left without her, honestly she wasn't surprised. On the bright side, this meant Weiss was no longer under his supervision, so she quickly tried to make her way to where the fighters were held. She made it most of the way without any issues, but eventually, she came to a guarded door.

"Where do you think you're going?" One of them asked.

"I'm here to inspect one of the fighters for an upcoming fight." She told them confidently.

"We weren't notified of any inspectors coming through today, who's fighter are you inspecting?"

"Mr. Schnee sent me here after watching the last fight he wanted to make sure his fighter could stand up to this new cat fighter that has been winning so much recently," Weiss replied hoping that saying the Schnee name would be enough.

The guards looked at each other, in the end, they really couldn't care less, she wasn't exactly going to be able to get up to much back there so they didn't mind letting her through, "Fine." The guard said before stepping aside.

Weiss walked in and quickly made her way down the hall looking through each cell trying to find Blake, she just wanted to meet her. Weiss looked through all the cells in the hallway and sighed figuring she'd never be able to find her, but just as she was about to turn back she heard a beautiful voice.

"What are you doing back here?" Blake asked eyeing up the girl. She didn't have any faunus features so she wasn't a fighter, she didn't look like a trainer, and was too young to be an owner.

Weiss turned around and saw her, Blake was still wet from her shower, her hair clung to her features letting her cat ears really stand out. Weiss gulped and didn't say a word, she was enamored by her beauty.

"Um... Are you okay?" Blake asked.

"Yeah!" Weiss exclaimed loudly, "I-I saw your fight... I-I needed to meet you!"

Blake's ears folded back as she learned Weiss was a member of the audience, she couldn't believe that some rich little brat wanted to talk to her. "Why don't you go back to your mansion and fuck yourself." She spat.

Weiss shrank a bit and turned to face the ground, "Oh... Um sorry..." She said timidly.

The reaction Weiss gave her wasn't at all what she expected, she was more expecting outrage and shock that a faunus would speak to her this way. Just for a moment, she thought she might've misjudged her, "Er... Sorry, I thought you were one of those rich brats who come here to see some faunus rip each other apart."

"No... I mean I was forced to go tonight... I hate seeing this kind of stuff..." Weiss admitted.

"So, you said you wanted to meet me?"

"Yes! I saw you and... Well..." Weiss wasn't exactly sure how to tell her what she thought of her, so she did what Winter taught her a long time ago. "Hello, there sir and or ma'am I am Weiss Schnee of the Schnee dust company" She started with deep red cheeks.

Blake couldn't help but smile at the struggling heiress, in her mind someone that fumbled about like this couldn't be that bad even a Schnee. "Well there Ms. Schnee I'm Blake, nice to meet you."

"N-Nice to meet you as well!" She exclaimed on reflex, "I-I want to take you to dinner!"

Blake's eyes opened wide and she stared at Weiss for a while surprised that a rich girl like her would want to go on a date and surprised that she even thought Blake could even leave the compound. "Well, I'm sorry but I don't think that can happen."

"Oh..." Weiss replied as the colour drained from her face. She really hadn't been thinking she'd made it all the way here on impulse alone. Only now did she realize how stupid she was being.

Through the conversation, Blake had the chance to check out Weiss and honestly she didn't have any complaints, in fact, she thought she was kind of cute, so instead of letting her go empty handed she grabbed Weiss's hands, pulled her close, and planted a kiss onto her lips.

Weiss gasped as her hands were grabbed and was completely caught off guard by Blake's actions. She had no idea how to react to such a forward move, so she just melted into her. Blake broke off the kiss and whispered into her ear, "Come back on Wednesday and I might just take you up on that date." Before she disappeared into her cell.

Weiss stood there shocked for a minute or two, then took yet another to compose herself again. After she felt she was ready she left the arena finding the car she came in parked near the entrance of the warehouse. The chauffeur was standing at its side waiting for her politely, but Jacques, on the other hand, was incredibly angry that Weiss had taken this long to get back to the car. Once she arrived she was promptly let in and they drove back in complete silence.