Author's Note #1: I am really sorry for not updating any of my stories. I have not had time at all to focus on them since the semester started. I also unfortunately do not know what is going on in RWBY's new season yet because I have not had time to watch them.

Chapter 3: The Worst Reconciliation

The first thing Weiss noticed when her eyes opened, was the dull gray of the metal ceiling above her, illuminated by the rays of the setting sun. It took her 2.5 seconds to remember what had happened, her body shooting up into a sitting position. Wincing at the pain that shot up from her stomach, she lifted the dull yellow patient's shirt she was currently wearing, revealing the small red bruise marring her smooth white skin.

Frowning slightly as she ran her fingers carefully along the outer edges of the bruise, Weiss let out a small sigh. She had lost the match. It had been a long time since she had properly lost a match against someone her own age.

"It is good to see you awake, Miss Schnee." Jumping slightly and snapping her head to the left, Weiss frowned slightly when she saw Headmaster Ozpin standing a few steps away, a cup of steaming coffee in his left hand.

How had she not sensed him? When she had woken up, she did not feel the presence of another person in the room with her, so she had let her guard down. How then, was the Headmaster standing only a few scant steps away from her bed?

Smiling slightly at her expression, the Headmaster walked towards her, taking a seat near the small table next to her bed. He placed his cane down against the wall, leaning back in his seat before speaking, "It seems your first day at Beacon has become much more exciting than anticipated, Miss Schnee. Though I do hope this does not deter you from wanting to attend my academy."

Weiss raised a delicate eyebrow, "Why would it? I am not one to run away after facing defeat, Headmaster Ozpin. I would actually say I am more committed to attending Beacon Academy now. This just proves I need the training at this school so I may better improve myself for the future."

Ozpin raised his cup to his lips, taking a small sip with an amused expression, "Is that so? And here I thought it had something to do with Mister Arc."

Blinking rapidly, Weiss felt her cheeks turn slightly red as she shook her head, "W-What I- no! I just meant that I am still sorely lacking and have much room for improvement. It is obvious that I have much to learn, and what better place to learn than the world's best academy? It certainly has nothing to do with that- with Jaune Arc!"

Letting out a low chuckle, Ozpin shook his head, "I was merely jesting, Miss Schnee. Though I am curious as to your opinion of Mister Arc, now that you have faced him in combat."

Weiss huffed, crossing her arms as she looked away and out towards the sunset, "He is clearly lacking in many areas. He lacks grace, intelligence, and most of all, his ranking is the absolute worst," Ozpin waited, taking another sip of coffee as he kept his eyes on the young princess, "But... He is dedicated, has conviction, and is clearly skilled. If he is able to perform at that level, I am unsure why he was failed."

Ozpin's following silence made Weiss turn back around, looking at the Headmaster curiously. The silver haired Huntsman stood up, grabbing his cane and walking towards the window, the clack of his cane echoing throughout the room, "Mister Arc's case is...unique. Let us just say that the way he was personally treated, greatly effected his time at Beacon."

Weiss frowned, "Personally treated...?"

Ozpin took another sip of coffee before turning around, moving back towards the door, ending the conversation, "If you are feeling better, Miss Schnee. I believe you have a visitor who wishes to see you, if you are up for it."

Blinking in surprise, Weiss tilted her head. A visitor? For her? Who could...

The door to her infirmary room opened, revealing the scraggly blonde hair, blue eyes, and nervous form of Jaune Arc standing right outside. His eyes widened when he saw the headmaster, clearly having not expected the older man to be there. Giving the young blonde a small smile and a nod, the headmaster exited the room, his cane clacking as he moved down the hall.

Jaune took a few steps into the room, closing the door behind himself before turning around to fully face her. The two stared at one another for a few minutes, adding onto the awkward silence that dragged on.

"I-"

"Are-"

Both of them shut their mouths before a small smile formed on the Arc's lips. Weiss couldn't help the smile that blossomed on her own face, shaking her head as she waved her hand at him, "Please, go ahead."

The Arc cleared his throat, looking away from her and scratching the back of his head, "I... Well I...wanted to check if you were alright. I am so sorry about what I did. I really overdid it with that last attack. You were just so strong, I misjudged how much force I should have used to break through your Glyph."

Shaking her head, Weiss let out a sigh, "There is no need for you to apologize. Although it was a spar, it was a serious one on one match between two Huntsman-in-training. I expected nothing less than your full power when fighting me."

Jaune smiled at her slightly, "But you were holding back when you were fighting me."

Weiss rolled her eyes, "To be fair, I only did that because I thought it would be more fair for me to fight you with my swordplay. If I had known the true extent of your abilities, I would have fought all out from the very beginning. Perhaps then, the results would have been different. But I am not one to gripe about a loss. You won, fair and square. The next time we fight though, I promise you, it won't end the same way." She smirked at him, reinforcing her point by sending a gust of ice cold wind towards the Arc.

Jaune laughed, holding both his hands up in surrender, "Ah, please Princess Weiss. I think fighting you once was enough for me. I'd rather not face you again..."

"Weiss." Jaune blinked, tilting his head. Weiss rolled her eyes, "Just call me Weiss. I hate it when people address me with my royal status."

Blinking again, Jaune slowly smiled, nodding his head as he took a few steps towards her, "Weiss then. If it isn't too weird... I'd like to say, it is a pleasure to meet you, Weiss." Jaune extended his hand out towards her.

Another smile formed on Weiss' face as she reached out to grasp the Arc's hand, shaking it slightly, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Jaune."

As they released each others hands with smiles on their faces, a comfortable silence enveloped the room. After a few moments, Jaune stretched his arms, shaking his head, "Well Weiss, I think I took up enough of your time. I'll let you get some rest and-"

The door slammed open, making both Weiss and Jaune jump. They both turned to look at the door. While Weiss looked at the newcomer with confusion, Jaune looked at the newcomer with a mix of worry and fear.

"Hello!" The newcomer spoke to them both with a sing-a-song greeting, drawing out the 'o' before striding right up to Jaune and draping an arm around his neck, "Hi there! My name's Yang Xiao Long! I'm a friend of Vomit Boy here, it's a pleasure to meet you princess!"

Letting out a low groan at the nickname, Jaune tried prying the blonde bombshell's arm off of his neck to no avail, "Y-Yang! What the heck are you doing!?"

Weiss blinked at the sudden intrusion and introduction. However, she was a Schnee. And Schnees knew how to adapt and react to any situation with grace and tact. Smiling diplomatically, Weiss bowed her head slightly, "Greetings, Miss Xiao Long. It is a pleasure to meet you. I suppose you had watched my match with Jaune?"

Yang nodded her head, finally releasing the said blonde who collapsed onto the ground with a fit of coughs, "Yeah yeah, I watched it with my sister and a few of our friends. It was an impressive match, I've never seen someone move and fight like you do. It was like you were skating and dancing all over the arena!"

Smiling politely, Weiss nodded her head, "Why thank you, I worked hard to create my own fighting style that works well with my particular Noble Arts."

Grinning, Yang shrugged her shoulders, "It's impressive alright. It's just too bad that you got your ass kicked though."

Jaune, who had just recovered and stood back up, broke into another fit of coughs. Weiss' face froze, her polite smile plastered onto her lips and her left eyebrow twitching slightly, "A-Ah...yes. Jaune's fighting style and Noble Art are quite impressive. They certainly did catch me off guard."

Yang grinned even wider, her lilac eyes looking a bit sinister in the orange of the setting sun, "Ha ha, yeah. Jaune does that a lot. I remember the first time I fought him, the opposite use of his shield and sword caught me off guard at first. Not to mention his powerful and almost unfair defense he has due to his Noble Art... Hoof. Still, I at least managed to bring us to a tie, rather than losing."

Another slight twitch disturbed Weiss' left eyebrow, her smile turning colder with each passing moment, "Why, you must be quite the skilled warrior yourself, Miss Xiao Long."

Yang waved her hand dismissively, "Aw shucks, you're making me blush. I am honored that such an elite princess would recognize my skills."

Jaune nervously glanced between the blonde fighter and the icy princess, noting the now cold, polite smile on Weiss's face and the now clearly mocking grin on Yang's face.

"Yang! Oh my gosh, stop it!" Suddenly lurching back from the unexpected tug on the collar of her shirt, Yang stumbled as she was pulled away from Weiss' bed. Circling around her older sister, Ruby stepped forward, bowing her head low with her hands held together at her stomach, "I am so sorry about my sister! She just...please just ignore her."

Blinking slightly, Weiss observed the new addition to her room. She called the previous blonde her sister, but they looked so different from one another at first glance. One had a long mane of beautiful blonde hair, lilac colored eyes, and the strong built body of a fighter while the other had short, shoulder length black hair with tints of red, silver eyes, and a much smaller figure. At a closer look though, Weiss could see the similar shape and features of their faces, noses, eyes and ears. Perhaps one took after their mother while the other took after their father more.

Her eyes focused back on the smaller sister when she spoke up again, "Please don't pay attention to Yang too much. She teases anybody who is new to our group of friends. I'm Ruby, Ruby Rose! It's a pleasure to meet you."

Different last names. Step sisters perhaps? But they shared a few physical traits with one another... It was more likely that they were half sisters. Smiling politely once more, Weiss gave the other girl a small nod, "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Rose."

"Oh oh oh oh oh! Is the princess awake?! I want to talk to her!" Weiss recoiled when a ginger, short haired girl literally vaulted over Ruby and landed almost on top of her, pressing her face very close to the young princess, "Oh. My. God! A real princess! Do you have a castle? Do you have servants who wait on you!? Do you ride horses?! Do you go to balls, wear fancy dresses, and wear masks to hide who you really are in hopes of meeting a mysterious boy!? Do you have a crown?! Do you have people make pancakes for you every morning?! As much as you want!?"

Weiss' mouth had fallen open, unsure of what to do or even say. She tried processing the rapid fire questions in her head the best she could, blinking her eyes rapidly. Was this girl insane?

"Nora!" The ginger haired girl was literally lifted up and off of her and then dropped back onto the ground a few steps away, "You can't just jump onto someone and ask them so many questions. Especially without introducing yourself to them first." A lean boy dressed in green with long black hair that reached down to the small of his back stood in front of the ginger haired girl, pointing his finger at her face like one would do to disobedient pet. He had a few steaks of pink hair on the left side of his head that matched the magenta color of his eyes.

Turning to look at her, the boy bowed his head, a gentle smile on his lips, "I apologize for my childhood friend. She is...full of energy and often acts without thinking. My name is Lie Ren, this is Nora Valkyrie. It is an honor to meet you, Princess Weiss."

Nora lifted her arms high above her head and waved both her hands at the princess, a huge manic grin on her face as she did so.

Still in slight shock, Weiss could only mutely nod her head at them both before clearing her throat, "I-It's certainly nice to meet you both."

"What's it like to be the princess of a castl-" Ren put his hand over Nora's mouth, pulling her away as she struggled against his hold. Yang grinned and took the opportunity to grab Nora's sides and tickle her while Ruby held her hands up with uncertainty, torn between helping Nora in her suffering, helping Ren maintain order, or helping her sister add onto the chaos.

Jaune moved up to Weiss' bed, scratching the back of his head as he looked towards his friend's antics with a small grimace and a smile, "I am sorry about this. I know you need your rest. I'll get them out of here as soon as I can..." Jaune blinked when he heard a small giggle from the princess. This quickly evolved into full out laughter, her hand held over her mouth as she let giggles and laughter slip past her lips. An unexpected but soft smile was on her lips as she laughed, her head shaking. She had never met such a strange group of outlandish friends who acted in such a way, especially in her presence.

The four friends stopped what they were doing, looking at the princess in confusion before they all smiled. Ruby, Nora, and Yang joined Weiss in her laughter while Ren merely shrugged his shoulders, a smile on his face as he released Nora.

As the laughter slowly died down, a grin once again adorned Yang's face, her hands grasped together behind her back as she approached the infirmary bed,"You know princess..." Weiss glanced up at Yang, raising an eyebrow in question, "You lost the sparring match."

Weiss nodded slowly, unsure where the blonde was going with this. Yang's grin widened to that of a Cheshire cat, her eyes once again alight with a mischievous glean, "And if my memory serves me right... I think I remember Vomit Boy here mentioning how you two had some sort of bet that you agreed upon before the match... Oh I don't know, something about how the loser will obey the winner for the rest of their lives... No matter how humiliating, how emasculating, or how horrifying the commands may be? There was this really funny way that Jaune mentioned you put it...what was it..."

As Weiss' face somehow got even paler, Ruby raised her hand, an innocent smile on her face as she spoke, "Jaune said that she said, 'The person must become a servant who follows orders like a dog'."

"So they become like their pets?" Nora tapped her chin with her index finger, her eyes surprisingly serious. Ren shook his head, "No Nora, I believe it is more like...forced servitude than benevolent care-taking."

"Oh, like you and me!?"

"Ye- Wait what? No! We don't have any relationship like that Nora!"

Ignoring the two off to the side, Weiss was going through a small panic attack. She gripped the hospital bedsheets hard between her fingers, her knuckles going even whiter than usual because of the strain.

Seeing her expression, Jaune quickly jumped in between Yang and Weiss, holding his arms up and waving them rapidly, "Yang! That was obviously a joke. We weren't really being serious about the whole 'slave' thing!"

Ruby raised her hand again, "Servant. You guys said servant."

Jaune sighed, running his right hand down his face, "Thank you Ruby. We weren't being serious when we made that servant bet."

Yang grinned again, crossing her arms, "Really now? From the way you described it, it seemed pretty serious to me. And besides, I doubt the Ice Princess here would joke about such a thing in that situation, do you?"

Jaune laughed nervously, his hands up in the air, "Oh come on Yang, Weiss knows how to joke like any other person."

Clearing her throat, Weiss attracted everyone's attention. Letting out a small, low sigh, Weiss looked up at Jaune with a surprisingly determined expression, "No. The bet was made with serious implications and just because it did not go in my favor, does not mean I will act like it was never made in the first place. I am a Schnee, and we Schnees honor any agreements we have made."

Jaune coughed, looking at Weiss with a wary expression, "What are you trying to say Weiss...?"

The said princess sighed, "What I am saying is, in agreement to the bet, I am now y-your servant. Do with me what you will, give me any command you wish. I-I am now yours for the rest of our lives." While Weiss did her best to keep a straight, determined face, it was downplayed by how red her face was and the way her teeth were gritting against one another.

"Was it just me, or did that sound dirty to anyone else?" And of course, Yang's laughter and comments in the background weren't helping at all.

"Yang stop it! Even if it's true, you shouldn't say such a thing out loud, especially in front of them!" Ruby's comment, while probably innocent in it's intent, only further added onto Weiss' growing embarrassment.

To Jaune and Weiss' immense relief, the only truly sensible person in the room spoke up in a calm, soft voice, "I believe that while she seems fine, Princess Weiss is in need of much rest. We probably should not overstay our welcome." Ren did not give them much of a chance to respond, grabbing both Nora and Yang's arms and pulling them along towards the door. Not wishing to be left behind, Ruby followed close behind, waving back at Jaune apologetically before closing the door.

Now alone together, the atmosphere in the room grew a bit more awkward, both Huntsmen-in-training fidgeting around in their own ways.

Finally, letting out a sigh, Jaune ran his fingers through his messy hair again, "Weiss, you know... You didn't have to do that. That bet we made, I'm sure you weren't serious when you made it, there was no need for you to do what you did. I know Yang is a bit...wild, but she was just teasing you. She does it all the time."

Weiss let out her own little sigh, straightening out the infirmary blankets that were crumbled during her little visit, "No Jaune. I did not say that just because some girl teased me. If I was that easy to bait, I would not be here today. However, I do not know about you, but when I made that bet I was serious. If you had lost, I am not sure...no, I know I would not have been as merciful to you. Just because I lost, and just because you are offering me an out, does not mean I will take the easy way out. Honestly I did not even consider what would happen if I should lose. I am not sure how this...bet will work out, but I will uphold it. I am now your...your servant."

Jaune let out a small laugh, causing Weiss to look up at him sharply, "What is so funny, if I may ask?" Her tone was sharp and on the edge of snapping, her sky blue eyes pointing daggers at the Arc.

"No no, I wasn't laughing at you, I swear. I just... I don't mean to sound rude but you are so honest and straightforward. It is a bit unexpected coming from you is all." Jaune grinned, his own deep blue eyes lighting up with delight.

Weiss' cheeks turned red, glaring at the Arc harder as she grabbed her pillow and threw it straight into his face, causing him to cry out and topple back. Smirking in triumph, Weiss was unprepared for the sudden counterattack from the Arc, her own pillow smacking back into her face. She was stunned, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open, "Did you just hit a princess in the face with a pillo-" She yelped again when the Arc threw her pillow into her face this time, making her splutter indignantly.

"You are so dead Arc!" Weiss nearly screeched, picking the pillow up and slipping out of the bed, swinging it around clumsily as the infuriating Arc laughed, dodging this way and that. As luck would have it, the Arc tripped over one of the chairs meant for visitors, giving Weiss the opportunity to deliver a satisfying smack to the boy's face. He fell back with a scream, holding his face as he fell onto his back. Weiss stomped her foot onto the Arc's stomach, holding the pillow down towards his face, "You are defeated."

Jaune held his hands up in mock surrender, his chin held back as if the pillow were an actual weapon instead of a soft item to lay one's head on, "I surrender to your superior might with a pillow, Princess Weiss."

Letting out a snort, Weiss removed her foot and sat down on the edge of the bed, placing the pillow down. She straightened her hospital clothes out, fixing her hair as her cheeks burned slightly red. How childish. I have not done something so immature as to get into a pillow fight with someone. Ever. To think I would do it at this age is unacceptable.

The Arc slowly stood up, dusting himself off and fixing his clothes as he pulled one of the chairs close to her bed, sitting down across from her, "Weiss, about the bet..."

Weiss froze, her eyes widening as she stared at the Arc. Was he going to issue some command right then and there? What would he ask her to do? What would he force her to do? Her heart was not yet prepared for this.

"I really don't want to command you to do anything, I don't want you to feel obligated to spend time around me or get along with me." Weiss frowned, opening her mouth to retort but the Arc held his hand up, smiling at her carefully, "But, I know you are stubborn. Therefore how about this? I'll issue one command to you because I won, is that fair?"

Weiss looked at the Arc suspiciously before slowly nodding her head. Jaune smiled again, lowering his hand and shrugging his shoulders, "Though, rather than a command, it's more of a request if you will. As I said, I don't want to force you to do anything nor do I want you to feel you are obligated to do anything." She tilted her head in question, urging the Arc to continue.

The Arc scratched the back of his head, looking around the room awkwardly, "Well...you see. I was hoping that even with everything that happened, you would be willing to be friends with me?"

Weiss sat there, watching the Arc as he shuffled in his seat, her hands clutched together in her lap. She waited and waited, and waited some more before speaking, "Is that it?"

The Arc finally looked at her, giving her an uncertain smile as he continued to scratch the back of his head, "Um, yes?"

She blinked a couple of times, her mouth opening and closing, at a loss for words. Finally she giggled, her hand moving up to cover her mouth as she let out another big laugh, turning away from the Arc because she did not wish for him to see her laughing in such a manner. This in turn caused the Arc to blink in confusion, "What?"

Weiss slowly calmed down, her hand still covering her mouth as she shook her head, "I apologize, it's just...you are such a strange person, Jaune Arc. Ever since our first meeting, you have blown my expectations away left and right." She straightened up, fixing her hair and wiping at the tears that formed in the corners of her eyes as she gave him a genuine smile, lighting up her face into a warm expression, "I would be honored...no. I would be...pleased to form a friendship with you, Jaune Arc."

/O/

A lone figure slowly descended off of the transport bullhead, their body fully cloaked in dark robes. They paused at the unfamiliar sight of the tall clock tower at the center of Beacon Academy, their hands reaching up to slowly push their hood down to reveal long black hair, piercing yellow eyes, and a bow set atop her hair. Her jaw clenched and her hands balled into fists as she made her way towards the Academy, filled with determination, "Weiss Schnee... Here I come."

Author's End Note: I tried three different endings that introduce Blake in different ways. One seemed too complex, one veered away from the way I wanted to take her, and so I ended up with the simple and short one that I am not too fond of but well...I did what I could.