Hey everyone. I decided to upload chapter 2 so you can get more of a feel for this story. The rest of the story will be kind of like this. Hope you like it!


The afternoon light gleamed brilliantly off Myrtenaster. The weapon had a likeness to its owner. They were both deadly yet elegant.

Weiss had just finished polishing her rapier for the third time that afternoon and was still perplexed by what Yang had said to Cardin on her behalf. She could not help but wonder if the blonde brawler really meant what she said. Would she really be willing to fight for her like she would for the rest of her team, or was she just saying that so Cardin would back off?

The heiress was leaning towards the latter mostly because Blake had to reason with Yang first.

She considered polishing Myrtenaster a fourth time so she could dwell upon the subject for a while longer, but a glance at her scroll told her she had avoided her team long enough. With her weapon now stowed in her locker, Weiss left the locker room and headed back to the dorm building.

As she walked, she could not get the thought of Yang standing up for her out of her mind. Weiss was unsure if she would ever do the same for her. She supposed she was inclined to because she was on a team with the blonde. But did that mean Yang was predisposed to stand up for Weiss?

'Why am I making such a big deal out of this,' the heiress thought. Perhaps it was because she had never experienced someone defending her. Usually, she had to do that herself. If that was the case, why was she not making a deal out of Ruby or Blake coming to her aid too?

As she walked through the halls of the dorm building, Weiss was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of voices coming from her dorm room. The door was ajar, and upon closer inspection, she recognized the voices as Yang and Blake. She checked the halls to see if they were clear and listened.

"I'm just saying, Yang, maybe its time you sit down with Weiss and set aside your differences so we can start acting like a team," reasoned Blake.

'How did I know they were talking about me?' Weiss rolled her eyes.

"Why do I have to be the one to make nice? I haven't done anything to her and she hates me, so why don't you talk to her about making amends with me?" The blonde whined.

Weiss heard the sound of a book being snapped shut, probably meaning Blake was now giving Yang her full attention, "Yang, you and I both know it would be a lot harder to convince Weiss. And maybe she doesn't dislike you anymore since you helped her get away from Cardin," she said.

"Yeah? Well I wouldn't have gotten involved if you hadn't asked me to," said Yang.

The heiress rolled her eyes and scolded herself internally, 'I don't know why I thought any differently.'

She opted to not confront them for now and promptly left to get some coffee.


Blake sat in silence as she listened to her blonde friend start ranting, "Do you blame me for not wanting to help her? I mean she is constantly hostile towards me and just super standoffish to everyone else," she started pacing, "And who wears that much makeup? I mean come on. Just look at me, I barely wear any makeup and I have guys climbing over each other to get to me all the time. And another thing, why is it that the hot water in the shower is always used up by the time I get in there? How long does she spend in there? I swear, I'm going to do exactly what she said and wake up before she does just to spite her."

"Wow," was Blake's response. "It appears you don't like Weiss just as much as she doesn't like you."

"I could look past all those things if she wasn't such a cold bitch all the time. The little brat probably got everything she wanted growing up."

"Maybe, but I don't think so," Yang scoffed and turned away, "Yang, I think there is more to Weiss than you realize. I found out, just this morning, she knows exactly how long we all take to get ready for the day."

"Oh, so she's a stalker too," Yang joked.

"Perhaps," Blake sat down on Yang's bed, "but, more likely than not, she is hiding something, and is putting a lot of effort into keeping it hidden."

Yang turned and looked at her skeptically, "And what do you think that might be?"

"I'm not sure, but it has to do with something she does daily."

"Interesting…," the brawler smirked.

"Yang, I'm begging you, please don't do anything with this information. You could end up really hurting Weiss," Blake pleaded.

"Why are you afraid of hurting The Ice Queen, she hasn't exactly been nice to you either."

"Let's just say I have my fair share of secrets, and I know how scary it is when you think people are on to you. I only told you what I knew because I wanted you to try and understand what Weiss might be going through."

"Yeah yeah, speaking of The Ice Queen, it's getting late and she's still nowhere to be found."

"Do you think Ruby found her yet?"

"Let me call her," Yang pulled her scroll from her pocket to call her sister but stopped when Weiss walked in with Ruby close behind.

"Hey guys, I found her," said Ruby while fanning herself.

"Ruby… why are you so sweaty?" questioned Blake.

"I ran around the whole campus looking for Weiss, but she was in the dorm's cafe the whole time," whined Ruby.

Weiss set her scroll on her desk, "I sent a message to the team chat. You should have looked there," she said as she grabbed a baggie and a small case and walked into the bathroom.

"Weiss, could you maybe let me take a shower before you go in there?" Ruby's question went unheard as the door closed. "Oh, I guess that's ok, I can wait," she said under her breath.

Blake stood from her bed, "Ruby, we could go to the community bathroom if you'd like. I'll go with you so you're not alone."

"Yeah, I think I'll take you up on that, Blake. I really stink," said the red girl as she sniffed her armpits, "Let's get some laundry done too."

As Ruby walked out of the room, Blake turned her attention to Yang, who had not taken her eyes off the heiress' scroll since she left it on her desk. Blake had a look on her face as if to say, 'please don't.'

"Blake! Are you coming?" came Ruby's voice from down the hall.

"Yeah, I'm right behind you!"

With one last look at Yang, Blake left to follow Ruby.

Yang immediately snatched up the scroll and searched through Weiss' alarms. "I am getting that hot water tomorrow, Ice Queen," she whispered to herself. After a second of searching, her eyes landed on Weiss' alarm for the weekdays, 'Holy shit… she wakes up at four o'clock every morning?' she could not believe it.

The team usually goes to bed at eleven o'clock. That gave Weiss only five hours of sleep every night during the week. How can anyone live off five hours of sleep? Yang was convinced The Ice Queen was not human at this point.

Yang heard the toilet flush and water from the sink start to rush down the drain. She hastily set Weiss' scroll down and rushed to lay on her bed. Pulling out her own scroll, she set an alarm for ten minutes to four o'clock and began to play a game to appear like she didn't just invade Weiss' privacy.

The water stopped and the heiress emerged from the bathroom. With a baggie of toiletries in hand and a fresh coat of makeup on her face, Weiss silently laid down on her bed and turned to face the wall.

'What is up with her and her makeup? Who sleeps with their makeup on?' Yang criticized. She checked the time, it was now eleven o'clock and decided she would stop waiting for Blake and Ruby to return.


Weiss cringed at the feeling of her scroll vibrating under her pillow. This was her way of rousing herself awake without making too much noise and waking her team.

She clumsily climbed out of her bed and trudged through the opaque darkness of the dorm room. She moved about the layout of the room that was already ingrained in her mind towards the bathroom, not bothering to raise her exhausted eyelids.

Using her hands to see, she felt around the wall in search of the door handle. When she found it, she attempted to turn it while simultaneously moving forward. She was rewarded with a red mark on her forehead and a sharp pain shooting through her knee.

She bit back a curse and listened through the door. The shower was running and… is that giggling?

Weiss' eyes shot open, 'There's no way she would actually…,' she snapped her gaze to Yang's bed, squinting through the darkness. Yang was nowhere to be found. 'I can't believe this…,' she felt her heart beating faster. She stood there, staring at nothing in particular, in complete dismay as the seconds ticked by.

'That audacious, abhorrent brute!' her mind raced as she stumbled back to her bed. 'Ok,' she attempted to calm down with a deep breath, 'at most, Yang will be in there for thirty minutes, but maybe she got in earlier. I can probably cut thirty minutes or less out of my routine,' she tried to convince herself.

With her mind concluded, Weiss decided to try and get a few more minutes of sleep while Yang was finishing up. Weiss did not think she would be able to fall asleep in time, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt to try.

So Weiss laid there, and sleep continued to elude her while her mind refused to rest. She felt limp and like she was going to drift to sleep at any moment, but she just couldn't. She thought briefly to her medication but knew she would oversleep if she took anymore.

She just laid there, rolling the bottle of pills in her hand and looking blankly at the bottom of Ruby's bunk. These pills–the key to her sleep–were responsible for the few hours of blissful slumber Weiss got every night. She was due for another shipment in Vale for more at the end of next week, so even if she did want to use some, she couldn't because she wouldn't have enough to last her until then.

After what felt like an eternity, Yang pulled the door wide open and let the blinding light flow into the dorm.

Weiss shielded her eyes with her hand as Yang made her way to her bed. The blonde was dressed completely and had a toothy grin on her face, "Hey Weiss!" she attempted a whisper, "I thought about what you said and I decided to try waking up earlier for some of that nice, relaxing, hot water. And I have to say, I am really glad you told me to do that because it was so~ wonderful!" she patronized her.

Weiss stared at the blonde with disbelief. She was speechless as she watched Yang stroll out of the dorm room, not acknowledging her mention she was going to the cafe to get some coffee for the both of them.

The heiress snapped her attention to her scroll and saw that it was thirty minutes past four o'clock, 'Dammit!' She sprinted into the bathroom and proceeded to get ready.


Weiss was exhausted.

When she got in the shower, the water felt like ice on her skin and had none of the restorative properties it usually had, despite the temperature being the exact same as normal.

She was with her team, walking to their first class of the day and nothing was the way it should be.

Where Weiss would normally be setting the pace for her team by briskly walking ahead of them, she was now trudging behind them, hunched over and yawning.

The girls were heading to Professor Port's class on Grimm Studies. The squat man was infamous for his long, drawn-out stories of his youth and how he would conquer Grimm left and right with little struggle. Only a fool would believe everything he said, but that did not mean there was nothing to learn from the professor's words.

This actually forced Weiss to pay even closer attention, so she would not miss anything that could potentially be important. Her concentration on the man was what set her apart from the other students who either tapped away on their scrolls or simply went to sleep.

When she sat next to her team in the lecture hall, Weiss believed she would be able to at least write down a few important terms or techniques during Port's impending monologue. She gripped her pen tightly, forced her eyes to widen, and lightly slapped her face to wake her up a bit.

Yang, who was sitting one seat away, after Blake, from the heiress, watched her and attempted to bite back a chuckle. She was so enjoying this.

Weiss was so busy trying to liven herself that she did not notice Professor Port stand from his desk. A loud clearing of his throat signaled the beginning of his story, as always.

Within seconds, Weiss' head felt like a cinder block. Tones and tons of weight were added to her eyelids.

The man's words were like a lullaby to her, and Yangs stifled giggles were like mocking chatter from an imp. Once again, her ire for the blonde rose.

Weiss decided she would not let Yang hear the end of it when she was able to.

The heiress tried to think of ways she could get back at the blonde, but her mind was too unfocused. Every coherent thought was followed by a blank as her head drooped down, only to be jerked back up when she realized she was slipping.

Through sheer willpower–and a few nudges from Blake–she was successful in obtaining two bullet points worth of notes. Her handwriting was barely legible and she had written in incomplete sentences, so she more or less had no idea what she was trying to say to her future self through these notes.

With a frustrated groan, she stood up, crumpled up her notes into a little ball, and threw them at Yang. She missed her mark and ended up hitting Ruby in the head.

Ruby turned around and picked up the wad of paper, "Weiss, I think you dropped this," she presented it to the girl in question.

"Keep it, Ruby," she growled as she pushed past the smaller girl.

"Yeesh, looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Ruby nudged Blake.

"Yeah," Blake looked right into Yang's eyes, "I wonder why."

Yang just smirked in response.


Weiss thought her condition would improve as the day went on, and as she went to her more interesting classes.

She believed she would have no problems staying awake in her history class, for example. The class was taught by the most energetic man she had ever known: Dr. Bartholomew Oobleck. His hyper nature was almost contagious.

So she was understandably angry when she felt Blake nudge her again when she would put her head down.

At that point, she just gave up on trying to focus and hoped Blake had taken some detailed notes.

"I just don't understand!" she vented to Ruby as the team walked to the dining hall for lunch, "I had my morning coffee and everything! Why can't I stay focused for more than seven seconds!"

Weiss had come to the conclusion that half an hour shaved off her precious morning shower was not enough to hit her this hard.

"Maybe you should try sleeping more. You could go to bed earlier. I'll move the team's bedtime back," Ruby tried to help out her teammate.

The heiress sighed and looked at the paved path below her, "I get enough sleep," she lied.

She really hoped this was a one and done deal from Yang, she was not sure if she could survive another day like this.

As the team arrived at the dining hall, Yang generously offered to get coffee for everyone. Normally, everyone would get their own beverage, but Weiss was too exhausted to walk anymore. She just wanted to put her head down at the table her team was situated at.

Weiss knew Yang's acts of kindness towards her was just a way to patronize her further, but the heiress just could not refuse the energizing beverage. She took the hit to her pride.

She reached for one of the cups in Yang's carrier, only for Yang to yank it away, "Hold on Ice Queen, that one is Ruby's. I know you don't like all of that cream and sugar in there," said Yang.

Weiss examined Yang's face before accepting a cup of coffee that she offered her. As soon as it was in her hands, she opened the lid and looked inside for any oddities. It was just the way she liked it: no sugar or cream.

"I didn't poison it or anything if that's what you're worried about," Yang teased.

Weiss gave her a look and took a sip. It tasted slightly different, just like the coffee she had this morning, but she was too tired to care.

She practically chugged the rest, desperate for some energy. Yang watched her and let out a chuckle before sitting down, herself.

The heiress waited for the coffee to kick in with her head down as her team chatted amongst themselves. As the minutes passed, however, she only felt more irritable. She let out a feral growl and slammed her fist on the table.

"Weiss, maybe you should head to the dorm and relax a bit," Blake calmly suggested.

Weiss glared at her and put her head back down. She decided she would snooze for a few minutes while her team ate lunch. She found that she was unable to sleep, however.

She raised her head again at the sound of more people sitting at their table. Team JNPR had just sat down and Weiss lost all hope in the possibility of her going to sleep naturally.

"Woah! What is up with the Ice Queen today?" said Nora Valkyrie much too loudly. "Look at those bags! Did you sleep at all last night?"

"Bags?" Weiss's puffy red eyes widened for the second time of the day. It was like she got a rush of adrenaline and could finally think clearly as she tore her scroll from her pocket and used its camera to view her face.

It appeared the glue under her left eye had barely started peeling due to the skin around her eye getting loose and forming bags. She had to get to her room this instant.

"Blake, I think I will take you up on your offer and relax for a while in the dorm if that's alright with everyone," she kept her gaze low.

"It's no problem, Weiss. I hope you feel better!" said Ruby.

"Don't worry Weiss, I've been taking notes for you all day and will continue to do so," chimed in Blake.

With that, Weiss dashed out of the dining hall and back to the dorms.


Once again, Weiss found herself in front of a mirror. All it took was a bit of glue and some makeup and her skin looked flawless yet again. But it also looked fake.

Before her scar, she wouldn't wear any makeup. She didn't need to because she was always told she was stunning, with or without makeup.

It actually ran in the family. Her mother was beautiful, her sister was beautiful, and she was beautiful. Another fear she had, now that her face had been tarnished by her scar, was that people would see her as less beautiful than the rest of her family. Like she was no longer worthy of being a Schnee.

She pushed away some unpleasant memories and removed herself from the bathroom: away from that damned mirror. Now she had to figure out a way to spend the rest of her day, cooped up in her dorm room and unable to sleep.


It was now well into the afternoon and all of Yang's classes were over. Ruby and Blake wanted to get in some extra sparring in with Jaune's team, but the brawler had a certain someone to check up on.

Yang thought she was a genius. Not only did she ruined the Ice Queen's morning routine, but she had been giving her decaffeinated coffee all day. In fact, she held another one in her hand right now and was about to give it to said Ice Queen.

She arrived at her dorm room and entered without a second thought, "Sup Ice Queen, I brought you some…," she paused at the sight of Weiss sitting on her bed with a small bottle in her hands, "… coffee."

Weiss, her eyes now on the blonde, swiftly put the bottle behind herself, "Yang! W-where are Blake and Ruby?" she faltered.

"Sparring with JNPR…," she set the cup on Weiss's bedside dresser, "What was that?"

"You will have to be more specific."

"Whatever you just put behind your back," Yang rolled her eyes.

"My vitamins," she didn't miss a beat. "I have a deficiency in vitamin D."

"I guess that shouldn't surprise me, given your sickly, pale complexion," she grinned.

The heiress was not amused, "Don't be a pest."

She slipped the pills in her handbag and lied down, facing the wall. Within seconds, Weiss was out like a light and her decaffeinated coffee remained untouched on her dresser right next to where she set her handbag.

Yang sat down on Blake's bed and let her gaze fall on the heiress' handbag. 'There is no way those pills are vitamins,' she thought.

Weiss was acting strange when Yang walked in. She knew Yang saw her slip the bottle behind herself and still feigned ignorance.

Also, who would try to hide vitamins? It wasn't like having a deficiency in vitamin D was anything to cry about; even to the Ice Queen's standards.

She was probably hiding some drugs in there or something. Maybe she was high right now?

What kind of stuff could Weiss possibly be into?

As she sat there, the brawler's curiosity only grew and she knew there was no point in resisting the urge to peek one last time.

Yang quietly stood up from the bed and padded her way to Weiss. After looking over the heiress and making sure she was definitely asleep, she reached for the handbag.

She sifted through its contents before coming across the bottle, 'What is this… Temazepam? Some kind of crazy drug I haven't heard of before?'

A quick scroll search told her these pills were a type of sleeping pills. Apparently, they were for treating extreme cases of insomnia.

Yang looked up at Weiss' sleeping form with concern in her eyes. She could hear her quiet breaths as she put everything back, just the way she found it.

'Ah, man…,' guilt hit her like a sucker punch to the jaw, 'Blake was right, Weiss totally was hiding something.'

She wondered how many of the five hours Weiss slept at night were actually spent sleeping. How many times she would wake up in the middle of the night to take more pills or try to get back to sleep.

The brawler mentally kicked herself when she thought of all the things she put Weiss through today. She was exhausted all day, but couldn't go to sleep, and Yang denied her some caffeinated coffee so she could function for the day.

On the other hand, it was not Yang's fault The Ice Queen needed sleeping pills. It was her own fault because she just pushes friends that want to help her out away and overworks herself for the sake of overachieving everything.

It was not enough for the Ice Queen to be at the top of her class. She had to be leagues ahead, and for what? To feel good about herself? To feel like a perfect little princess?

'I should do this to her every morning. I'd love to see how long it takes for her to go crazy…but I was feeling a little tired today, myself, from having less than five hours of sleep. And that hot water was so overrated…,' she contemplated.

Yang decided she would stop tormenting Weiss this way. It totally wasn't because she felt sympathetic towards the heiress. She just didn't care for the hot water enough to keep it up.

Yeah, that was it~


Again, I would really appreciate it if you would leave a review and tell me if you would prefer if I update whenever I have a new chapter completed or upload the whole story when it is completed. Just so you know, I planned this story to be fairly long (over 100k words) and my goal is to have this story completed by February at the earliest. Thank you for your time!