Author's Note
Back again with more death in chapter 2! Chapter 1 got such a great response. Highest ratio of reviews to other stats (views, favourites, alerts) I've seen on any of my stories. I guess you're more likely to respond when I actually manage to make you cry rather than when I make people happy? I only got one review telling me to go to hell too, I'm surprised.
This fandom has been getting too happy again lately, it needs more angst. If I'm going to hell, I'm dragging you all down with me on this angst train into the realm of pain and suffering. Seriously, this chapter had better make you all cry again. I enjoy your tears. (I am a terrible person.)
Shout out to weissrabbit on tumblr. It made my day when I saw the first chapter mentioned on her blog. Go check out some of her RWBY art. (Enjoy Weiss dying and the others suffering =D)
For those who missed the memo, Ruby is alive again since each chapter is unrelated and thus this has no connection to the first chapter, but now Weiss is going to die. I figure Ruby would probably end up being the most likely to miss Weiss the most if she died, so I need her to be alive so I can twist the knife.
They should have seen the signs. It was not unusual for Weiss to be sick, it seemed that she came down with something every other month. Still though, she always waved it off and it would pass by quickly enough. They had simply grown used to it.
It had started innocently enough. A cough here and there. Early to bed, late to rise. The usual things that happened when Weiss came down with something again. It had grown rather more severe than usual, but the heiress had brushed off their concerns as usual, telling them not to worry. If anything, she just pushed herself harder. Not wanting to raise her ire any more than necessary they had eventually complied and stopped pestering her.
Today though, Weiss had suddenly collapsed during team combat practice. When they had failed to rouse her back to consciousness, Yang had picked up the petite girl and rushed towards the hospital wing with Ruby dogging her steps the entire way. Blake had taken a second longer to pick up the forgotten Myrtenaster before following after them. While they were obviously concerned, the sheer level of panic the nurse showed was rather alarming. Amidst the flurry of action she took concerning Weiss's condition she let slip something to them that they had not previously known.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Blake asked softly. The question was simple, but there was a wealth of meaning behind it.
"Because it wasn't any of your business," replied Weiss. She was now lying in the hospital wing bed Yang had initially deposited her in. Although she was still a little groggy, she had woken up a few minutes ago after about an hour of waiting.
"Wasn't any of our business?" Yang hissed her eyes temporarily flashing red. "How is it not our business that our teammate is sick and dying?" Her words were punctuated by pronounced flinches from Ruby. Anger was often one of the first emotions that came to the golden haired girl when it came to things that she did not like. She was not angry at Weiss specifically so much as she was just pissed at the situation, but the rage she felt still managed to leak into her voice.
Weiss scoffed. "Dying? Don't be so dramatic. I'm fine, I assure you that I will be out of here within a week." Despite her words, she did not sound very convincing with how pale she was and the shallowness of her speech and breath. Her inability to look Yang in the eye did not help either.
Her teammates however, were not so convinced. "But you are sick," Blake affirmed. "I don't know much about this condition, but I do know that it is serious. Hardly the kind of thing you should have been waving off all this time." Amber eyes narrowed at Weiss. "How long? How did this even happen?"
The white haired girl looked away as one of her hands grasped at her opposite arm uncomfortably. Weiss obviously was not eager to broach this topic, but she could hardly escape from her teammates given her current situation. "...It's hereditary. From my mother," she admitted eventually, still unable to meet anyone's eyes.
"Your mother who isn't around anymore because of it," Yang said in a more accusatory tone than initially intended. Closing her eyes she let out a shaky breath as the tension slowly seeped from her body. When she opened her eyes again they were a soft purple once more as she spoke softly. "Weiss. You're our friend. We worry about you is all, even if you don't want us to. The nurse said you shouldn't be overexerting yourself, but..." Yang trailed off as she could not quite bring herself to complete the thought.
On the other hand, Blake seemed to have no such problems approaching the subject. "But being a huntress is almost by definition a job that requires great physical exertion." Her eyes narrowed. "Your fighting style and weapon greatly supplements physical ability with aura and dust usage. Specifically to make up for this. But even those take a toll on your body." Blake paused for a moment as she closed her eyes for a second in contemplation. It was visibly evident that she had struck a sore point as Weiss's grip visibly tightened on the bed sheets. "You're killing yourself. Maybe you should-"
"Don't. You. Dare," Weiss grounded out between clenched teeth.
Yang moved closer to the bed, positioning herself between the two. "Weiss, please. We're just-"
"No!" came the angry shout from Weiss whose arms were now shaking from how tightly her fists were clenched. "I am a huntress! A fighter! I refuse to stop. I am not so frail as to go back to being just a pretty palace doll." Her voice was becoming more choked at this point as her shoulders now trembled with restrained tears rather than her previous rage. "I have always known that my time was short...when I go, I want my life to have had some meaning." Weiss was almost entirely hunched over at this point, her bangs covering her face from view. "I won't..." The drop of the first tear was easily seen though when it stained into the blanket. "You're supposed to be my teammates...you're not..."
Ruby who had remained silent until now finally moved towards the now crying girl and pulled her into a hug. Weiss was visibly stunned as she froze in the embrace, but she made no action to move away.
Ruby's face was buried into Weiss's shoulder, right next to her ear when she started speaking. "Weiss. You are my teammate. My best teammate, right?" the red clad girl asked, her voice trying to stay strong despite the warbles in it. "And how could you be my best teammate if you weren't a huntress?" As Ruby pulled back from the other girl Weiss's tear stained eyes dutifully followed after her face. "You're going to get better," she stated firmly. "We are teammates, and partners. You will become the best huntress ever, okay? I will make sure of it. And I'll be there with you the whole time." Grasping Weiss's shoulders she looked into her eyes and beamed at her, smiling as brightly as she could.
Weiss stared transfixed for a moment as her lips trembled. "Ruby, I...I." Her body shook as she failed to get out any words. Eventually with a strangled cry she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Ruby as she began to sob into her shoulder.
Smiling sadly Ruby gently held Weiss as she cried. Blake and Yang approached again, seating themselves on the bed on either side of the two. "Everything will be okay Weiss. We're here for you. I promise."
Looking up from her book Blake found that Weiss had fallen asleep again, the other girl still loosely holding her own book in a pale hand. It had been nearly a week since that day, and it seemed that Weiss would be wrong about her assertion of getting out of the hospital wing before then.
They all made sure to visit her every day, often multiple times. It was not exactly hard given that it was still on campus. Often the rest of Team RWBY would come together as group to keep Weiss company, and at other times they would drift in and out individually. The members of Team JNPR even dropped by a few times with well wishes.
Blake often brought a book just to read when she was here. She would often bring a book for her ailing teammate as well. Neither of the two had ever had much to converse about with each other, but they did enjoy each other's company. Sometimes some peace and quiet with someone was a nice contrast to the more boisterous personalities of Yang and Ruby.
It seemed more and more often recently though, that Weiss spent more time asleep. It was rather worrying. She hadn't been getting better, if anything, she was getting worse. Blake had seen the rising levels of tension in the hospital wing staff, as well as heard the whispers. There was talk of transferring the Schnee heiress to the nearby hospital soon for more advanced care.
She had been doing some research into the disease Weiss had, and the prospects were grim. It was a rare autoimmune disorder, and as the afflicted girl had said, it was hereditary. Typically the genes required for it to develop were recessive, but as a bad result of the genetic lottery, Weiss had gotten unlucky. So too had her mother apparently. From what she had found, it was a miracle that the elder Mrs. Schnee had even managed to survive long enough to manage to have a child.
Autoimmune disorders, as they sound, are diseases involving the malfunction of the body's own immune system. For whatever reason the body's defences fails to recognize it's own cells and will attack itself instead. This was what was now threatening her teammate's life. Come to think of it, Blake had heard before of other afflictions where the body killed off pigmentation. This condition might actually be the reason for Weiss's unusually pale skin and hair colour, though that was hardly important right now.
For this particular disease, most of the time it would just lay mostly in the background, simply inhibiting physical performance. At other times though, particularly in times of physical stress, it flared up casing "attacks" like Weiss's occasional bouts of illness which was actually her own immune system actively attacking her own body. Sometimes these attacks could get bad, case in point right now. Any one of these attacks could potentially get bad enough to be fatal. There was no cure. It was only a matter of time.
With how frail Weiss's body should have been, it was amazing that she had managed to come as far as she had as a huntress. As Blake had noted earlier, she used a lot of aura and dust effects to make up for her weaker body. Now that she thought of it, Weiss's use of aura must have been a very careful balancing act.
The healing properties of aura as well as it's effects of reinforcing the body were probably the only reasons why she even managed to do what she could physically. However, that also meant that each time she drew on her aura for combat purposes, it would also draw it away from keeping her body from shutting itself down. Thus this lead to her dependency on Myrtenaster's abilities and dust, which luckily she had great access to as the Schnee heiress. But even that held drawbacks as the manipulation of dust required the use of aura.
Blake was familiar with loss, with death. Until Team RWBY, she had never had much to live for. They were her friends, her family. Blake didn't have to watch Weiss die. She did not wish to have to go back to the way her life was before.
"Hey Weiss! How are you today?" Yang asked excitedly as she entered the room. No response. "It's been the same old same old for the rest of us."
Of course again she still received no response. It only made sense, as Weiss was not even conscious at the moment. Typically though, even when the other girl actually was awake, Yang still did most of the talking anyway. Her being asleep actually didn't make too large of a difference in the way things went. There was just a lot less eye rolling and a few less sarcastic remarks.
"We had class with Professor Port again today. Dietary habits of the Nevermore. Ugh, what a snooze. I don't know why you like his class so much." Yang paused as if waiting for a reply once again, though of course there would be none.
This type of scene was sadly becoming more and more common. Weiss had been transferred from Beacon's hospital wing to the Central Vale Memorial Hospital a couple of weeks ago now. At first they had been optimistic, perhaps with the hospital's resources their friend might recover. They couldn't visit quite as often as they were able to when she was still on campus, but they all still made sure to visit at least once a day. Team JNPR would also usually come by at least once a week. They had seen some other unfamiliar people come by, associates of the Schnee Company apparently. None of them seemed to actually know Weiss very well, if at all.
"You should've been there today, we went to go watch Team JNPR practice. Pyrrha and Jaune were having a spar, and it was actually pretty impressive. Jaune still lost of course, one on one has never been his strong suit, but he sure has gotten a lot better over the years hasn't he?"
During Yang's visits, she rather enjoyed talking the infirm girl's ear off. They had always had a bit of a prickly relationship with Yang always ribbing Weiss in some way which was often followed by a scathing retort of some sort. These days it tended to just be all in good fun as opposed to how it was originally. Coming to visit Weiss she would just tell them every inane detail of her day, until the white haired girl would be annoyed enough to tell her to shut up and act like she didn't care. At least Yang was pretty sure that she was just acting. Probably. It was a nice dose of normality against the abnormal backdrop of the hospital room.
"I'm sure she'll tell you herself at some point, but Ruby got an A on the last test in Advanced Dust Manipulation. I know how much you had to help her in that class. She's really had to step it up without you."
They weren't expecting a cure or anything, but they had hoped that maybe things could at least go back to the way things were. They were wrong. Weiss's already poor health had only declined further with time. These days it seemed like she barely spent more than an hour or two awake at all in a day, and it seemed like that period of wakefulness would not coincide with Yang's visit today. Still, that didn't stop her from conversing with Weiss anyway.
"You know that restaurant that was under construction for the longest time two blocks over? It finally opened the other week and we went last night. It was pretty nice, we should all go together when you get better."
When they had first confronted her in the hospital wing about her illness, Yang had wanted to say something, but had been unable to. Something Blake had taken the initiative to approach instead until Weiss interrupted her. Perhaps she should stop being a huntress. Yang had been reluctant to say it because she knew that being a huntress was important to the other girl. She could empathize, being a huntress was a very important part of herself as well. But if Weiss weren't a huntress...maybe at least then she wouldn't be like this now. Lying in a hospital, wasting away.
Yang glanced at the clock next to the bed. "Ah...I must have lost track of time." Indeed it was almost seven at this point, and the sun was starting to set. Standing up from her chair she moved to leave. "I'll be back to see you tomorrow. Classes let out early so we should all be able to make it as a group." Yang paused in the doorway just before she exited. "Weiss...get better soon. We miss you." She was greeted only by silence.
The moment she left the room, the smile she had plastered on her face immediately slipped off as her body visibly sagged. There was no real reason for it, not when there was nobody in there to see it. But a smile made things feel a little better than they actually were, like things weren't quite so bad. The moment Weiss was out of sight though, Yang just couldn't find the energy to keep faking like everything was okay anymore.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound of the heart monitor was one of the few sounds indicating that there was anyone present in the room at all. Ruby sat silently at the bedside as she watched Weiss sleep. There were so many machines now.
Ruby wasn't sure how long it had been since Weiss first came here, but it felt like a lifetime. It had been nearly a week since the last time she had seen her awake, and she had not been particularly lucid at the time from all the drugs being pumped into her body keeping her alive. Among all the equipment here now included a feeding tube since the bedridden girl was not awake often enough to eat very often. She was told that a ventilator of some sort may be needed soon, when Weiss's already shallow breathing grew worse.
She was so pale, so still, and so quiet. It wasn't right seeing her like this. Ruby missed talking with her, studying with her, or sparring with her. She even missed arguing with Weiss. At this point she would be ecstatic just to have Weiss yelling at her for something. Ruby missed her friend.
They had all wished for her to get better of course. Hope against hope they had waited for her to get better, but she hadn't. It had taken a long time for her to face the facts, even after the doctors told her flat out. She had screamed, she had cried, pleaded and denied. But none of that changed anything. Weiss was going to die.
Team RWBY continued to visit Weiss every day. It was rare to actually have the chance to speak with her, and rarer still for her to be able to hold a coherent conversation. The visits were actually quite depressing, but they wanted to be there with her for what little time she had left. Their friends in Team JNPR still came by every now and then, but no other visitors seemed to come these days. Not even family members. Ruby came by faithfully every day, because she didn't want Weiss to have to be alone when she passes.
Abruptly, the sound of a sudden hacking cough drew Ruby from her grim thoughts.
"Weiss!" Leaping out of her seat Ruby hurried towards her teammate who was now struggling to sit up amidst trying to regain control of her laboured breathing between coughs. Wrapping an arm around Weiss's back Ruby carefully supported her weight. "Please lie back down, you shouldn't try to sit up." Thankfully she complied, and Ruby was able to help lay her back down onto the bed.
Blearily Weiss opened her eyes, a dull blue gazing unfocused towards Ruby. "Who...?" The confusion readily apparent in her voice indicated that she was not quite all there.
Ruby tried to ignore the pang she felt in her heart from Weiss's apparent lack of recognition. This wasn't the first time it had happened, she usually remembered with a gentle reminder. "It's me, Ruby. Your friend, remember?"
"Ru...by?" Weiss repeated slowly as if testing the name on her tongue. "My friend...that's right." This statement seemed to fill her with a sense of delight as she mused over it.
"Yeah, we're friends," Ruby whispered softly to Weiss as she tried to blink back the tears. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired...cold..." murmured Weiss as she settled back into the bed.
Ruby's lips quivered but she tried to keep her voice steady. "Maybe you should go back to sleep. You should rest and gather your strength. I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning." Reaching under the blankets she grasped Weiss's hand between her own feeling only a small twinge of movement in response. It really was quite cold. "I'm here. Just sleep."
Closing her eyes Weiss let out a soft breath. "Could you sing to me?"
Taken aback by the request Ruby stuttered out her agreement. "Sing? I-I...yeah, sure." She took a moment to think about it for a moment before continuing. "This is part of a lullaby that Yang used to sing to me sometimes when I was younger."
"Don't you worry about the dark."
She started off hesitantly, closing her eyes and trying to keep her mind on the song. Weiss managed to relax almost instantly as the words washed over her.
"I will light up the night, with the love in my heart."
Ruby was sure that she must have sounded terrible, the words kept stuttering as her voice was shaking. It seemed that Weiss though had already been lulled back to sleep.
"I will burn like the sun, I will keep you safe and warm"
Ruby stopped singing suddenly as she hiccupped with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"It's not fair...why does this have to happen?" Ruby whispered brokenly to herself. "Why Weiss? Why does it have to be her?" The only answer she would receive was the steady sounds from the machines around her. Beep. Beep.
Eventually Ruby would fall asleep at Weiss's side soon after, too emotionally and physically exhausted to leave. Yang who dropped by later that night would pick her up to bring her back to Beacon.
Beep. Beep.
Each day they would return. Each day Weiss would only get worse.
Beep. Beep.
They weren't sure whether it was worse when she was lucid, or when she was a little out of it. Whether one was worse or not, both managed to be heartbreaking.
Beep. Beep. Beeeeeee-
In the end, the doctors were right. Weiss Schnee did not last the week. She would pass away peacefully alone in the middle of the night.
Yang never liked funerals. It had been a long time since she had last attended one, it was for a family member in an unfortunate accident when was younger.
The funeral arrangements were of course taken care of by Weiss's family and the Schnee Dust Company. It was large and extravagant, held at a private villa of the Schnee family. All sorts of bigwigs and important people were attending, most of whom had never even spoken to Weiss. The remaining members of Team RWBY had been invited as a gesture of courtesy, but they felt largely out of place amongst the other guests as their current seats were the middle of the rows surrounding them with unfamiliar people.
Funerals were sad affairs, obviously. Yang had never dealt with sadness very well. She had always had a very fiery personality, always burning with passion in whatever she did. Her normally chipper personality was far from appropriate for how she was currently feeling though. Instead, she channelled her sadness into anger, another emotion quite familiar to her.
She was angry that Weiss had never told them. They were friends weren't they? She should have been able to trust them, to confide in them. Instead they had to find out from the nurse when it finally put her in the hospital and they had to watch her die. But that wasn't fair. Weiss had her reasons she was sure, and blaming the victim never helped.
She was angry at herself. Why didn't she notice earlier? She should have seen it, seen that something was wrong with Weiss, that she wasn't well. Yang wondered if maybe she could have done something. But really, what could she have done?
She was angry at all those here at the funeral. She had seen some of them before, at the hospital. Most of them were business associates of the Schnee Company, and visited more out of a sense of polite obligation than any actual concern. None of them had ever come more than once. But that wasn't fair either. It's not like what happened was actually any of their faults.
She was angry at Weiss's father. At the Beacon staff. At the disease, even at life itself. But in the end, she just couldn't manage to hold onto that rage for very long before the cold grip of despair reasserted itself.
The ceremony was almost over now. It had not lasted very long, and Yang hadn't been paying much attention either, lost to her own thoughts and grief. There were not very many speakers, as not many people actually knew Weiss very well. Team RWBY had not been asked to speak, which Yang was secretly glad for. She wasn't sure how well she would have been able to hold herself together, and from Ruby's shaking next to her she knew definitively that her little sister would have broken down for sure. Blake was the only one of them that might have managed. The only person from Beacon that had been given a chance to speak was Professor Ozpin, not that Yang had been listening.
Everyone was filing out of the aisles now. They would walk towards the coffin to pay their final respects before leaving. There were enough people that it took at least ten or twenty minutes before their row got to leave.
She was finally able to get one final glimpse of Weiss. The last time in her life she would ever see her friend. Lying there in that coffin it seemed that she had been all dolled up prior. A beautiful dress, fancy hair. They even applied enough make up to cover up her scar. She literally looked like a doll, so pristine, so peaceful, so perfect. Yang was sure that Weiss would have hated it.
With a hand on each of Ruby's shoulders Yang carefully escorted her away before she had the chance to break down and make a scene. She heard Blake mumble something to her before heading off somewhere. It didn't really matter, Blake could take care of herself. Right now Ruby was the one who needed her most.
As a guest attending the funeral nobody questioned her as she moved through the building, unable to single her out among the multitude of guests. Blake was essentially given free reign to most of the villa. Once upon a time she would have killed for the opportunity to have such access to the Schnee property. Today though, there was only one location she was interested in right now.
Stepping into the darkened private study Blake closed the door behind her. Facing her across the desk was the back of a swivel chair, but she could just manage to make out parts of a seated human silhouette.
"You know, it was not that long ago where I dearly wished for just a couple of minutes alone with you in a dark secluded room with no witnesses around Mr Schnee." The tone of her voice made it clear that it was more along the lines of an implied threat than any sort of proposition. Despite that, the man made no move from his position. "You have done a lot of terrible things to a lot of people. Made a lot of enemies. But I'm not here today about any of that. I'm here about Weiss."
Still she received no response. Blake frowned, but continued onward. "Since long before I met her, I have hated the Schnee name. I have hated you, your company, and everything you've built upon the backs of others." She saw the silhouette move slightly, but still no sound came from him. "But Weiss was different from what I expected of your heir. She became my friend. And she always defended you, defended the company."
Blake paused for a minute, waiting for Mr. Schnee to say something. Anything. When still she received no answer she simply continued speaking what she came here to say. "She loved you, I know. You were her father. I thought that perhaps for all your other faults, maybe you were capable of being a decent human being in at least one aspect. But never once did I ever see you reciprocate anything of the sort to her. You never even visited once while she was in the hospital." Even Team CRDL had come by at least once and managed to keep the visit polite.
Again another moment of silence passed as Weiss's father chose not to partake in his half of the conversation. "Weiss never said anything, but in retrospect the signs were obvious. She always pushed herself so hard trying to meet some set of expectations, but it was never good enough. She was always so guarded, so distrusting, but for those she called her friends she clung to desperately." Blake stared at the back of the chair, seeing and hearing movement but still receiving no response. "I don't know what you did to her, or what you failed to do, but your failure as a parent and as a human being is complete now. She's dead and gone."
Turning to leave Blake opened the door with a sigh. She wasn't entirely sure why she had come here, to rebuke one of the most powerful men in Vale. Whatever reason it was, she hadn't gotten what she wanted. "Still nothing to say?" She was just disappointed. "I hope you're happy with yourself." Blake closed the door behind her on a silent room.
Ruby really just wanted to curl up somewhere dark and cry right now. She didn't want to have to come back out for a long long time. Feeling Yang's arms around her and knowing that there were people around were the only reasons why she wasn't doing so right now.
Through the haze of misery clouding her head Ruby just barely managed to hear Yang's voice pierce through. "Come on Ruby, you should sit down for now. We still have another hour before we have to meet with Professor Ozpin for our ride back." Mind numb she sat down obediently on the bench Yang led her to.
Yang had led the two of the into a rather secluded side area of the villa. It was a garden of sorts, with plenty of trees, flowers, and carefully tended to foliage. It must have taken a number of gardeners to keep this place in such good shape. The most important thing about the location right now was that it was currently empty except for them.
"It's okay Ruby. It'll be okay," said Yang as she awkwardly patted Ruby on the back.
"It's not gonna be okay and you know it," Ruby sniffed. "Weiss is gone and she's never coming back. That'll never be okay."
Sensing that useless reassuring platitudes that even she herself didn't believe in were going to get nowhere with Ruby, Yang decided on a different approach. Wrapping her arms around Ruby's shoulders she cradled the smaller girl's head in the brook of her neck. "Alright then sis," she murmured. "Just let it all out."
Ruby sniffled again. "Weiss was my friend. My teammate," she started off in a hoarse voice. "I'm supposed to be the leader. Making sure my teammates are okay is supposed to be my job." She hiccupped. "I was her best friend. And I failed her."
"It wasn't your fault Ruby," Yang murmured softly while stroking her hair. "You didn't make her sick. You couldn't have cured her. It's not your fault."
Crying out Ruby pushed herself away from her sister, shakily . "But that's just it! I couldn't do anything!" she screamed out hysterically with tears streaming down her face. "I promised myself that I would never let anybody I cared about die again! I trained! I grew strong!" Ruby gestured wildly in the air, punctuating each statement with a swing of her arms. "Everything I did was so that I could protect the people I care about." Yang watched her sadly in silence as tears of her own began to leak from the corners of her eyes.
Once more the energy left Ruby's body as she sagged in on herself. "But there was nothing to fight. Nothing I could do. In the end, I was just useless again." Silver eyes were raw and red, as was the rest of her face from the sheer volume of tears coming out. Ruby sank to her knees as her voice lowered to a whisper. "I thought I had changed, but I was wrong. I couldn't do anything other than watch as Weiss died slowly in front of me."
Yang walked forward towards Ruby as the smaller girl finally broke down completely. Curled into a ball she sobbed painfully, her body shuddering with each breath. The elder sister didn't say a word, just holding Ruby in her arms as she let it all out.
Life went on without Weiss Schnee.
Her death got some coverage in the media across Vale for a few days afterwards as she was the heiress to a very important company. Her status as a huntress in training oddly enough barely seemed to merit more than a passing mention in most cases.
Several weeks later though, another news piece appeared launching Weiss's death back into the public eye. Her father had seemingly passed over reigns of the company to the board of directors and sold off most of his assets and properties. One of the most influential men in Vale disappeared entirely off the grid. The most obvious reason was generally agreed to be the death of his only child, but wild speculation ensued about where he had gone. Some thought it may have been suicide.
Privately Weiss's friends had a brief moment of vindictive pleasure that perhaps he had finally been hit by the guilt of how he had treated his daughter. It only lasted a moment though. No amount of petty revenge was going to bring their friend back.
Life went on. Classes stayed in session, and people's lives kept going. But for Team RBY, things just weren't the same anymore. There was a numbness to their actions as they just kept going through the motions. Weiss was dead, and it left a cold hollow in their hearts.
Author's Note
STILL NOT SORRY. If it's any consolation, nobody else is getting as drawn out a death. Gonna go for quick and dark rather than long and sad.
The song Ruby was singing to Weiss is from the episode 3 ending by the way,
No idea when the Blake chapter is going to be done. I originally had a lot less ideas for Blake's chapter (and Yang's) than Ruby and Weiss. I have thought of a few things recently though, and Adam is probably gonna make an appearance.
Both Blake and Yang's chapters will definitely be shorter than this chapter. The way Weiss died just lent itself more towards a longer chapter than any of the others will. Man, I really put myself in a corner with this chapter, I don't think I can top it. That doesn't mean I'm not going to try though, you can bet your ass it's just going to get darker from here.
I'm probably going to be doing a chapter of Red and White next since I've killed both Ruby and Weiss since the last time I updated that. Not gonna be for a while though, a little burned out from this chapter right now.
Please read and review. Stay tuned for the next chapter when I kill Blake, and this time when I say kill, unlike with Weiss where it was with sickness, I mean it a bit more literally this time. I've kinda been planning Blake's murder.