Chapter 2: Weiss Schnee
Dear Monty, I know I'm not the most... consistent of your practitioners. I would just like to ask if you had made my father any better of a person since the last time I talked to myself. Just forget that last part, I know he hasn't changed. Did you mean to put in a stubborn gene in the Schnee family? All of the things he's been doing lately and the reactions to them are just as bad if not worse. And Winter... is just being Winter.
My teammates have been a little unrelatable. I guess I'm also a bit unrelatable. I know them better now though, even if I don't understand them. I also know Team JNPR and some of the foreign students coming for the festival. I get why Pyhrra was so happy to be near Jaune at the beginning, the fact that she's completely besotted with him is ridiculously obvious. Not that I'd complain of course. A girl being in love is nothing to be ashamed about. " Weiss lapsed into embarrassed silence before mumbling into her toothbrush some more.
"Monty Oum, I have just one question. That's untrue. I have many questions, but I suppose they all have a common link," Wiess thought as she set down her toothbrush and began to fill up her cup to rinse her mouth out with.
"Why?" Weiss thought of all of the different "whys" she'd like to ask the creator to quell her insecurities.
"Why did you create me?" Weiss thought as she finished brushing her teeth.
"Why did you make me this way?" she asked when she brushed her hair out for the first time of the routine.
"Why did you make me an heiress in name alone?" That question came to her when she put her hair in her favorite style.
"Why did you make me apart of the most hated family in the world?" Weiss let her head rest against the cool marble counter top for a bit.
Those were all "whys" she had been asking herself for a long time now. Before Beacon, before she really understood what her family did and why they were disappearing. Since before the day they found out that she was a better singer than Winter, and Winter a better Schnee. Maybe all the way back to the day when they saw a little Weiss with naturally platinum blonde hair playing in her crib and thought that something wasn't right.
Maybes weren't going to make her family acknowledge her though, strait A's and winning the Vytal festival with the rest of Team RWBY. Singles and team matches were going to take a while, but at least they had a bigger chance than Team JNPR with their "beloved goof" of a leader. At the very least she could trust that Ruby, Blake, and Yang could hold their own in a battle and not require constant saving like that infuriating blonde that kept hitting on her.
"Why make me a part of Team RWBY?" Weiss frowned as she picked up her hairbrush and took her hair out of her ponytail.
That was a "why" question that had only come recently. A new Why. Weiss stopped combing out her hair in the bathroom and thought on that. Maybe it was time to add a new Why on her list of "Why She Did Things" instead of Whys to Ask The Creator.
Weiss picked up her nightgown off the floor and folded it up. There was no reason to leave her things on the floor so childishly as if she had a temper tantrum. She placed it for the moment on the counter and made sure that her school uniform's collar was creased just so. It wouldn't do for Weiss Schnee to go out looking anything less than her best.
"I'm a part of Team RWBY, because I'm a part of Team RWBY. That's it. I don't need to that why. I do need to what my friends are doing, and be skeptical of it. Just to make sure that nothing else in my life will be used simply for a reason to criticize my friends. It wouldn't be right for people to judge them just because of my family's reputation. I care what other people think of my family name and myself in association with that name. I'm prepared to do what I must to keep everyone's honor intact."
Weiss's little soliloquy that had been going on in her head was rudely interrupted by some very pesky roommates of hers. The first to speak was of course, the fearless leader of Team RWBY.
"Weiss! You're hogging the bathroom! Again!" Ruby yelled behind the closed door. All she needed was a bit of hygiene and she was good to go.
"We have to use the restroom too," Blake called in. It was getting uncomfortable to hold it in any longer.
"Yeah, come on Weiss!" Yang drawled while pounding against the door.
Another why popped into Weiss's head irately.
"Why did you make my teammates and I share only one room and bathroom?!" Weiss ranted to the creator of the world that she lived in. That was one why that was for all those who were forced day in and day out to share tiny quarters, one bathroom, and next to no closet space. If a creator was really smart enough to give inspiration to people for flying machines, a bathtub shouldn't be too much of a stretch.
*Well. Thank you all of the people who have looked at this story. If you were in a county and your natural language isn't English, if you were trying to test your English, and if you simply liked the story and speak English fluently, thank you for at least clicking on it. Even if it was by accident.