Chapter Two: Schnee Beginnings

One week before the previous chapter (A/N: the third chapter will be after the first one)

Perfection. A word Weiss hated since she was a child. While there were some things she would equate to it, she had no shallow desire to fulfill it herself. She was a normal individual, but happened to come from a family that equated to royalty almost. It sickened her and she would openly admit it if asked.

At the current moment, she was practicing her fencing, a boring hobby her mother pretty much demanded she engage in. Her instructor, former Olympian sports champion Pyrrha Nikos, was showing her the proper way to wield the weapon. Weiss had only agreed to Pyrrha because she personally knew her and they were friends. She also knew Pyrrha would recommend things that would help her have somewhat of an easier time in her home.

She would have already left home were it not for the fact that she was the heiress to the much hated (by her mainly) Schnee Industries, a company that she would personally drive into the ground if she had the choice. Aside from the multiple, true, claims about Faunus dislike, mistreatment, and several other things that Weiss had heard, she simply didn't like the company and would prefer a much smaller job.

"You're doing great, Weiss," Pyrrha said in her typical encouraging manner. "Just focus on thrusting through me and you'll succeed."

Pyrrha was dressed in a simple pink track uniform that allowed her much movement. She was wearing some pads under her track suit, but wasn't wearing a traditional fencing uniform. Her hair was long and crimson, held in a ponytail that was behind her. Her eyes were green, piercing and kind.

"That sounds like a euphemism," Weiss gave a small smirk. "Are you sure you don't hang around that brute too much?"

Weiss wore a white fencing uniform, though, not wearing a mask. Her long white hair trailed behind her, held to the left by her clip. Her eyes were an icy blue, cool and collected.

"I'm dating Velvet," Pyrrha laughed, knowing full well the "brute" that Weiss was mocking. "She's not one for the euphemisms. Now, the cuddling, she's definitely big on."

"Well, of course the rabbit likes to cuddle," Weiss said.

"Yeah," Pyrrha nodded. "So, are you joining in tonight?"

"As long as I can get time away from the dictators," Weiss mumbled.

Pyrrha sighed, understanding where Weiss was coming from. She walked over to her friend, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"It'll be alright, Weiss." She said. "If you can't make it, we'll understand."

"I want to," Weiss said. "I mean, we're not good enough for any competitions, but we're pretty decent at the game."

"I still can't believe he let you join a gaming team," Pyrrha chuckled.

"Well, as long as it 'helps my studies' and is recommended by my highly respected instructor, then it should be fine," Weiss said.

"True," Pyrrha chuckled once again. "Well, I think we're done for today. I gotta say, I hate fencing more than you do though. I know I say this a lot, but it's definitely truer now. I prefer being a personal coach to this. But, if it keeps 'dear' old mom and dad off your back, then I'll help there."

"It has been so much better with you than that other instructor," Weiss sighed.

"Glynda?" Pyrrha asked.

"She's a fencing instructor?" Weiss asked. "I thought her jobs were teacher and dominatrix."

"Oh my god, that's hilarious," Pyrrha laughed. "Did you come up with that?"

"No, Yang did," Weiss said.

"It makes so much sense," Pyrrha said. "I can totally see it now. She even uses a riding crop in her teaching."

"She does?" Weiss asked. "Wow."

"I heard she even used to date Yang's mom," Pyrrha said. "But, they broke it off at some point."

"Eh, I doubt that brute's mother is upset about it." Weiss shrugged.

"Yeah," Pyrrha said. "Oh, did you hear Ruby's got a girlfriend?"

"Really?" Weiss asked. "That lady killer finally nailed someone?"

"Yeah, Velvet said she did," Pyrrha chuckled. "Says she found Ruby tied up on their couch by her girlfriend."

"Oh, so she's that kind of girl," Weiss said. "Didn't think Ruby'd be that type."

"Neither did Velvet," Pyrrha said. "Well, let's head out. Activate your "stiff speech"."

"Do you have to call it that?" Weiss rolled her eyes.

"I do," Pyrrha said. "Now, flip the switch."

"I'm not a robot," Weiss sighed as she threw in the voice she had worked on to throw her parents off for years. "But, I do thank you for your service, Miss Nikos. I look forward to the next time we meet."

"And you as well," Pyrrha nodded, taking her leave, just as Weiss' father, Jacques Schnee walked in.

"Good afternoon, Mister Schnee." Pyrrha bowed slightly in her own fashion, walking past him.

"Miss Nikos," Jacques nodded towards her.

"Father," Weiss said, nodding slightly.

"Weiss," Jacques said. "Miss Nikos says you are improving."

"I am," Weiss said. "And, I would like to take a break from studying tonight to give myself some needed relaxation.

"I suppose you may, if you study harder tomorrow," Jacques said.

"Alright, father," Weiss nodded, bowing in Schnee fashion, knowing she'd never study harder, especially since she knew he couldn't prove it. "I will."

"Good," Jacques said, his tone emotionless.

Weiss left the fencing room, walking past her mother, Willow Schnee, who looked at her.

"Weiss," She said, standing. "I do hope you are planning to engage in the business meeting in a few days."

"I am not," Weiss said curtly. "I would prefer to prepare myself for exams."

"I do believe it would help you learn for business and in taking over the company when you are older," Willow said.

"Mother…" Weiss contemplated revealing her true feelings there and then, but instinct and some sense of strategic planning stopped her. "I would like to stay home from this meeting. While it would help me, I need to study for my exams."

"I understand," Willow said. "I suppose I can accept that."

"Oh, please, Weiss, we all know you're a lazy child." Came a voice that instantly gave Weiss a scowl, its owner walking into the room, revealing himself to be Weiss brother, Whitley.

Whitley could be described as a male version of Weiss. Though, it could be argued that Schnee were essentially a template that had slight differences between them. However, this was not due to any sort of inbreeding (no matter what jokes Yang may have said).

"Go shove it, Whitley." Weiss nearly growled, but managed to save herself.

"Oh my, Weiss dear," Whitley said with his smug attitude. Weiss knew that the only reason he was so smug was that she couldn't beat the absolute shit out of him without some form of consequence. "You should be less hostile. We are family after all."

"So were Caylee and Casey Anthony," Weiss muttered under her breath before plastering on a small smile. "And, look what happened there."

"I suppose that is true," Weiss spoke in a normal tone. "But, you should be much less of a smug little douchebag before I demonstrate my improvements in fencing by turning you into a bloody pile of ribbons."

"Weiss," Willow snapped. "I won't have you threatening your brother! Now, apologize!"

"I'm sorry I couldn't think of a more fitting insult," Weiss turned and walked to her room. She lied down on her bed, putting her arms behind her head.

She glanced at her scroll on her dresser next to her, contemplating making a call. Taking a deep breath, she picked it up and dialed a number she knew would help her no matter what.

She heard it ring three times before it was picked up, the face of Winter Schnee revealed along with her adopted daughter Penny.

Winter was wearing her white lab coat, which was typical of her. She also had on a blue shirt underneath along with blue jeans. Her familial white hair was pulled into a bun behind her. Her blue eyes looked as if they would stare into your soul and considering she was a psychologist, they probably could.

Penny was dressed in her favorite olive green dress and white shirt underneath. Her orange hair was almost to her shoulders, almost like a mop. Her green eyes looked right at Weiss.

"Hello, Weiss, babe." Winter said, Penny still staring at Weiss. Weiss couldn't put her finger on exactly what, but she always thought Penny wasn't exactly… normal. Not in a bad way, but she never seemed to enjoy normal activities. She also was pretty knowledgeable for a five year old. Though, Weiss always equated it to having a psychologist and a biomedical engineer as parents.

"Hello, Winter," Weiss sighed.

"Trouble in "paradise"?" Winter asked.

"Can I come live with you now?" Weiss groaned. "I'm about sick and tired of it here."

"My door's open anytime," Winter smiled. "Not my bedroom door though. That' for Ciel and I only. Oh, and Penny if she has a bad dream."

"I do not have them often, mom Winter," Penny stated matter-of-factly. It wasn't in a rude way, just as an informative statement.

"It's still weird she calls you that," Weiss said.

"Nah, she's just adorable," Winter chuckled. "But, how have you been so far?"

"Well, fencing went good," Weiss sighed. "But, only because it was led by a friend of mine."

"Ah," Winter sighed a little. "Well, you didn't exit did you?"

"Exit?" Weiss asked.

"Yeah, exit," Winter said. "You know, exit your walk-in."

"Exit my—what?" Weiss asked. "Wait, do you mean have I—"

"Yeah, that," Winter said. "You haven't done that, have you?"

"No," Weiss said. "I still have communication privileges, don't I?"

"True," Winder shrugged. "Well, if you do, you know where I live."

"I'll be kicked out anyway," Weiss said. "Not that I'd mind that."

"Careful, though," Winter said. "I managed because I have a degree in psychology. You don't have that luxury."

"I could do something," Weiss shrugged. "So, how's Ciel?"

"Panicky," Winter chuckled. "Our special little snowflake is going to school next week."

"You do know "special little snowflake" can have some negative connotations, right?" Weiss asked.

"Hey, anyone but me calls my kid that, I'll put 'em in traction," Winter chuckled. "But, it's probably not gonna go over bad. She is a Schnee after all."

"With no features to define her as such," Weiss chuckled.

"Well, we adopted." Winter shrugged. "An old toymaker was her father and he couldn't take care of her, so me and Ciel adopted her."

"Yeah, I know," Weiss said. "You told the story at the last meeting we had."

"And, it's still a good story," Winter said. "So, how's it gonna go for your thing tonight?"

"I'm definitely going," Weiss said. "I need some time to relax and the parental male figure of my house agreed as long as I "study twice as hard"."

"Like he could prove it," Winter laughed.

"Exactly," Weiss smirked a little. "So, I'll head out in like an hour and when I'm finished, I'll talk to you again."

"Sweet," Winter said. "I can't wait to hear about it."

"You will, I'm sure," Weiss said as she hung up. Turning over on her sheets, she contemplated having a small nap before she had to go, but decided against it, not wanting to be up for the whole night if she did.

She got up from her bed, packing a small bag with some essential items from the small fridge in her room, which she had hidden in her closet under lock and key. A couple of water bottles with several packets of candy and energy foods. She even tossed in a couple of sodas she had bought in secret so as not to let her family know she drank "that horrible abomination they call drink".

After an hour had passed, Weiss headed out, using her window so as to not have to be asked about what was in her bag, which certainly would not go over well.

Once she'd exited her house area, she headed to her car, taking off down the road at a speed that her father would have berated her on for sure.

Upon reaching the small internet café in the middle of town, she entered, being greeted by several of her friends.

"Hi, Weiss!" Ruby waved.

"So glad you could make it, Weiss," Pyrrha smiled, chuckling.

"I am too." Weiss said. "Didn't think so at first, but I'm here."

"I told you she would, Coco," Velvet said.

"Alright, alright," Coco held her hands up in surrender. "I admit I was wrong, alright, Bun Bun?"

"Good," Velvet giggled, hugging her.

"Aww, man, but I wanted to play," Yang crossed her arms almost in a pout.

"Too bad," Ruby said. "You were Weiss' replacement if she didn't show only because you could pass for eighteen. So, hop onto reserves."

"Come on," Yan grumbled, heading to a set of chairs marked "reserves".

"She can play if she wants," Weiss shrugged. "I won't be upset."

"We're on the verge of our championship," Ruby said. "She has no clue how to play."

"Fine, fine," Weiss shrugged. "Let's set it up. Who has my laptop?"

"I do," Ruby pulled Weiss' white laptop from her bag, handing it to the heiress. "I tuned it up so it runs faster too."

"Sweet," Weiss said. "This is a great stress reliever. Say, why did we meet here instead of the other one?"

"Sun closed down today since he's heading to see a friend," Ruby said.

"I see," Weiss said. She glanced around, taking in the view. "Nice place."

Her eyes settled on a patron reading a book in the corner, which caused a small blush on her face.

Said patron was dressed in a pair of black leggings with a white long sleeved shirt. She wore purple boots with black fur in them. She wore black wristbands that went over her middle fingers and slipped under her long sleeves unnoticeably. Her hair was long and black, not as long as Yang's or Weiss', but past her shoulders. She wore a pair of glasses that seemed to make her seem more intelligent, yet also cute. On top of her head, she wore a large black bow that seemed excessively large, but still comfortable. Her eyes were a golden yellow, seeming to glow almost.

"Weiss?" Ruby asked, looking at her.

"She's zoned," Yang said. "Looks like she's staring at that geeky chick over there."

"Yang, that's not nice," Ruby said, turning to look. "Well, Weiss, why don't you go talk to her?"

"Huh?" Weiss asked, returning to reality. "What?"

"Go talk to that girl," Ruby nodded towards the target of Weiss' staring.

"Wh-What makes you think I want to do that?" Weiss asked, redness entering her normally paler complexion.

The entire group chuckled in some manner as Nora, ever the matchmaker, pushed Weiss over towards the girl. Weiss crashed into the girl's table, causing her to jump with a yelp, looking at Weiss.

"Uh, hi," Weiss said, getting a bit nervous.

"H-H-Hi," The girl said in a soft, shy voice.

"My name is Weiss." Weiss said, standing up and regaining her balance.

"I-I know," The girl said, looking up at Weiss for a second before blushing and looking back down at her book. "Y-You're famous… m-my name is B-Blake."

"Sorry I crashed into your table," Weiss said, just knowing her father would be upset if her heard she'd apologized to anyone over anything.

"I-It wasn't your fault," Blake said, her eyes flicking to Weiss for a split second. Weiss could swear she saw her bow move, but she ignored it. It was in fact drafty in the room.

"Would you like to join us?" Weiss asked. "We're playing an online RPG if you want to join."

"S-Sorry, I can't," Blake said. "I-I was j-just going anyway."

Blake rushed out of the café, hiding her face, which was quickly reddening.

"She was weird," Yang said, which caused both Ruby and Weiss to glare at her, everyone else deciding not to get engaged.

"So, who's got first turn?" Weiss asked.

"I do," Ruby said. "The first realm is Atlas. That's your home turf, right, Weiss?"

"Yeah, I get fifty percent Ice boost there." Weiss said. "Say, if Yang was playing, which character would she use?"

"Oh, she's the Sun Dragon," Ruby said. "She gets a damage boost every hit she takes, but she's also too rash and rushes into battle and endangers all of us because Yang's a reckless player."

"I see," Weiss said.

"She shouted "Leroooooy Jeeeeeenkins!" when we played last time," Pyrrha said. "The, she charged some level fifty Grimm Dragons and got immediately murdered."

"You guys found Grimm Dragons without me?" Weiss said, shocked. "I'm hurt."

"Oh, please, like you could have survived longer," Yang crossed her arms. "My Sun Dragon's twice your level."

"Sun Dragons level up faster due to their ability," Weiss said. "That means nothing here. Your strength is high, but your speed is lacking and you're horrible in a group. I'm an AoE player."

"Strategy is key," Ruby said.

"But, aside from that," Weiss said. "I wonder if I'll see that Blake girl again. She seemed rather interesting."

"Weiss and Blake, sitting in a tree," Yang began. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"Yang, can it," Ruby said. "This is serious! Weiss may have fallen in love."

"Oh no," Weiss gulped as she saw the looks on the Rose-Branwen sisters' faces; those looks that showed the one time they undoubtedly got along: matchmaking.

"Oh, yes," Ruby said. "We're gonna help you get her to go out with you."

"Guys, don't." Pyrrha sighed. "She'd rather do this on her own."

"Alright, fine," Ruby huffed. "I'll stand back. But, this better be good or else we're gonna help."

"If I want your help, I'll ask." Weiss said. "And not a second before."

"Fine, fine," Ruby said. "Let's just play now. We have fortresses to conquer."

"Yeah!" Nora exclaimed.

Later, as Weiss was heading home, she looked up at the night sky. This, however, prevented her from seeing where she was going. In no time, she found herself falling over a person and landing on her back.

"Oww," She rubbed her head, sitting up. She looked into a set of deep blue eyes and light blue hair that stared back with greater desire.

"Hey, babe." The owner of the eyes and hair spoke in his smooth tone. Weiss sighed internally as she saw that it was Neptune Vasilias, one of the people her father would want her to marry if he had his way.

"Go away, Neptune," Weiss said, having the self-restraint to not floor him right then and there. "I'm not in the mood right now."

"Well, I'm in the mood," He said, trying to act suave.

"Well, go find a Playboy and fix that problem," Weiss turned around and walked away. However, as to be expected, she was followed.

"I'm sure you don't want to say no, Weiss," He said. "I mean dear old dad won't be too happy to hear about you refusing me again."

"Neptune, it is eleven at night," Weiss said. "There is no conceivable way you can honestly think I won't have the better word here."

"Whatever, babe," Neptune shrugged.

"And, stop calling me that," Weiss snapped. "I am not, nor have I ever been, nor will I ever be your 'babe'."

"You're just sayin' that," Neptune said. "I'm sure you'll change your mind."

"I am sure of the exact opposite," Weiss growled.

"Uh huh," Neptune said, grabbing her hand. "Now, let me take you home."

"Let go of me," Weiss said.

"It's not safe out here at night," Neptune said. "You never know what kind of crazies are out there."

"I'm looking at one," Weiss said, wrenching her hand free.

"I'm just tryin' to make sure my babe stays safe," Neptune said.

Before Weiss could tear him a new one, a soft and gentle hand slipped into hers, gently squeezing it. Its owner spoke in a familiar and soft, yet courageous and determined voice.

"Th-There you are, W-Weiss," Blake said. "I-I just had to go t-to the b-bathroom."

"Who's this?" Neptune asked.

"I-I'm Blake," Blake said, squirming a little and displaying she was clearly uncomfortable with the attention. "I-I'm a friend of W-Weiss'."

"How come I've never met you before?" Neptune asked, a little suspicious.

"I don't tell you everything, you creep," Weiss snapped. "I have plenty of friends you know nothing about! Now, get lost before I call the cops on your ass!"

"Whatever," Neptune said. "I'll see you later. We're goin' on a date sometime this week."

Weiss rolled her eyes as she watched him leave. After he was well out of sight, she turned to Blake.

"Thanks for that," Weiss said, sighing in relief. "I have no idea how long it would have been before he left if you hadn't shown up."

"I-I didn't like how he was a-acting towards you," Blake blushed, looking down.

"So, how'd you know where to find me?" Weiss asked.

"I-I… was w-watching you," Blake said, blushing. "B-But, I'm not a s-stalker, I promise… p-please don't hate me."

"Why would I hate you?" Weiss asked. "You saved my ass back there. I could kiss you right now if I'm being honest."

"Y-You would?" Blake asked, her eyes widening after she said it, the raven haired girl looking down and blushing heavily as she looked crushed. Even her bow seemed to droop.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Weiss asked.

"Y-You're clearly not into me," Blake said. "Y-you wouldn't really k-kiss someone like m-me… y-you're nice, but I-I'm… me."

Weiss moved over to here and kissed her on the cheek, which caused her to almost jolt like she was electrically shocked. Her face turned red and she had her mouth open as if she was processing it.

"Y-Y-Y-You…" Blake stammered, taking a step back. Weiss tensed, ready to catch her if she tripped.

"I did," Weiss said. "You're my hero and you got me out of that situation. For that, you deserve a kiss. Besides, you're kind of cute."

Blake blushed harder, covering her face.

"Y-You think so?" She asked, though it was a little muffled behind her hands.

"I do," Weiss said. "Would you like to… get lunch sometime?"

"S-Sure," Blake said, nodding. "I-I'd love that."

"Good," Weiss nodded. "So, how long were you watching me?"

"T-Tonight or at all?" Blake said, covering her mouth as she realized what she'd said.

"So I have a stalker, huh?" Weiss chuckled. "Well, you're cute, so I'm okay with it."

Blake blushed again, this time squirming in her position as she looked down once again.

"S-So, what are you d-doing now?" Blake asked.

"I'm going home right now," Weiss said. "I'll drive you home if you want."

"I-I don't think that's a g-good idea," Blake shook her head.

"Why not?" Weiss asked.

"M-My parents, w-well, my dad mostly, don't like S-Schnees," Blake said slowly, slumping a little.

"Oh, that's fine," Weiss said. "I'll stop in front of your neighbor's house and you can go in from there. Neptune may be a dumbass, but there are crazies out there."

"O-Okay," Blake said, nodding in acceptance and turning blood red when Weiss grabbed her hand.

"So, where do you live?" Weiss asked.

"O-On Terrace Boulevard," Blake said. "I-It's close."

"Oh, I know where that is," Weiss said. "I've gone past it, but I've never been in it."

The two walked down the street to Weiss' car, which the Heiress opened the passenger door for.

"Th-This is a nice car," Blake got in timidly.

"Thanks," Weiss said. "I quite like it. So, buckle up and we'll go."

"A-Alright," Blake nodded, buckling herself in.

Weiss took off down the road, this time at a slower speed than before since she had a passenger. Once they reached Terrace Boulevard, Weiss stopped, parking her car.

"Here we are," She said.

Blake thanked her 'chauffeur' before opening the door. She stopped, looking back at Weiss and grabbing onto her in a hug that Weiss, though shocked at first, returned. Blake smiled, waving a little as she headed towards her house.

Weiss watched her enter the house, turning around and driving back home.


Well, that was cute. I wonder how it will turn out. I guess we'll find out soon.