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*UPDATE* You won't even notice the change, unless you looked really carefully. The less than sign isn't allowed on here which is pretty stupid and noob precaution in a technical security terms. I get that it may prevent some type of code injection vulnerability, but come on... Anyways, I changed a tiny thing at the end, to work with this restriction. Nothing big. For all you care, you can ignore this message. Oh wait, but you already read it. Ah well, enjoy! *UPDATE*
I just realized something very important that I have forgotten. This story now has over 70 followers and over 40 favourites.
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Alright, I know you guys probably don't want to read through another of my long-ass author notes, so without further a due, I present to you chapter 4 of Economy!
====Economy====
Good-bye.
The voice in her head wasn't happy, grateful, or even contempt but flat out melancholic. She should have roared the good bye out loud, her wish finally coming true, but instead she sighed, a depressed sigh.
Weiss had been hoping to say 'good bye' to the god forsaken economy class since the minute she sat down, but as her arms ripped themselves from the sticky armrest, as her back lifted itself from the painfully upright seat-back, and as her feet stepped away from the baby barf carpets, she felt … alienated; once again, she became the rich girl among the poor, a girl who people tiptoed around, feared to interact with, a girl with control and power. She could feel it, the instant she stood from her seat. Her expensive garments, her expensive accessories, and her glittering attire, was a sore thumb among the dull greys and browns of the common folk. It didn't matter that the majority of the other passengers were much taller than her. At the end of the day, she knew she was going to her father's penthouse, while the rest of the people around her would probably be scouring for hotels or returning to a crummy flat in the midst of London's streets. While these people hailed cabs, or got friends to hitch a ride with, Weiss expected a limousine and a white-gloved chauffeur.
When she was sitting on the rough blue cloth of the economy seat, she was paranoid of the same horrors that lay beneath the seat as other passengers had. She had to eat the same food –well possibly worse food- as the other passengers. She had experienced the life of a peasant. And despite it being the worst experience in her life, second only to losing Fido. Despite having always felt the urge to walk all the way up the plane to First Class and demand a seat…
Why? Why in the universe of the universes was she sad? Why in the heavenly heavens did she regret leaving?
Weiss sighed, and looked forward, trying to push all her negativity out and leave it to rot on the economy seat. As the peasants began to shuffle forward, she did as well, moving in a slow file towards the end of the plane.
It was a monotonous trek to the exit. Weiss leaned left and right trying to look past the man in front of her. Just rows and rows of seats. Weiss clenched her teeth. If I hear another stupid phone being turned on, I'm going to kill someone.
All around her, people were flipping open phones, turning them on, and in a cacophony of mechanical noise, text messages, emails, phone calls, games all erupted. There were bellows of laughter as people called family members, and annoyed shouts as people found out they wouldn't be getting a ride home.
Left and right. She continued to glance, wondering how long this line would take. If this was First class, Weiss would've been off the plane in mere seconds. But this was insane! It's been almost 10 minutes and that's just since they began moving forward.
But, all her annoyance, all her teeth grinding, all her fist clenching abruptly stopped. The closer she got to the exit, the more distinct a voice got. Oh, it was always the same words, and only added to the monotony, but just hearing the voice made Weiss calm. She craned her neck to the right and saw Ruby, standing hands clasped in front of her, with her usual beaming smile sending people off as they passed her. Even Weiss grinned slightly at Ruby's enthused appearance, but she soon furled her eyebrows.
Nobody was paying attention.
These peasants, are all walking past her like she's nothing. Not even looking once or accepting the greetings. Rude bastards.
People talking on phones, didn't even glance at the young girl, as they continued to converse on their phones. Sure, every once in a while, a child would look at Ruby and smile. She would then lean down and wave at the child, but their parents would quickly pull the child away, trying to get to baggage claim before lines got too long.
Weiss ground her teeth, as she watched passengers shove past Ruby, and exit the plane without a second glance. She glared at each violator maliciously, promising to herself that she would somehow ruin these rude assholes. But suddenly, her eyes met Ruby's, and Weiss's frown all but dissipated. Fireworks flared up behind Ruby, in the shape of a heart. A double rainbow drew itself behind Ruby's head, to the sound of an angle's hymn. Ruby's eyes twinkled as she gave Weiss a small wink. Her entire body radiated as she raised a small hand to wave at Weiss. It was a ridiculous scene that only a fool could conjure up. And well, Weiss was apparently a fool.
Weiss's frown was quickly replaced with cheeks flushed pink and red. She dipped her head, concealing her face with her white bangs. She continued to shuffle forward, her eyes trained to the ground and following a pair brown leather shoes, until she was stopped by a pair of shiny black boots.
"Miss?" Weiss saw the boots take a step closer. The floor darkened by the shadow of the person as they leaned down.
Weiss cringed as she looked up. "Hello." She said, mustering her poise and grace.
Ruby flashed a smile at Weiss, her incredibly white teeth almost blinding Weiss. Weiss quickly covered her eyes, hiding her face as well in the process. Not sure what she was doing, she stuck her other hand out towards Ruby.
"What is it?"
Weiss waved her hand around.
Ruby tilted her head, looking at Weiss's hand confused.
"Shake it you dolt!"
"Oh!" Ruby quickly grabbed Weiss's hand and shook it wildly up and down.
By the time, Ruby let go, Weiss's arm felt sore. She rubbed the agitated muscles that were just victim to the most exaggerated handshake in the history of handshakes.
"Jeez, so rough."
"S-sorry." Ruby stuttered. "I'm not much of a business person."
"Well it's just shaking hands."
"Heh… heh…" Ruby bit her bottom lip, as she looked to the side, somewhat embarrassed.
Crap, that's cute. The two stood awkwardly, looking at each other for a second.
"So….." Ruby began, "I suppose you're leaving now?"
"Hmm?"
"There's a line behind you."
Weiss looked behind her. Around 10 people were looking at her wondering what the hell the hold-up was.
"Oh." Weiss stepped aside, but was instantly knocked forward by an impatient person behind her, grabbing something to step her fall. "Bloody hell. No manners these days."
"Hah… hah… hah..." Ruby was nervously glancing down at a hand grabbing her shirt. "Yeah… no manners."
"Huh?" Weiss looked at Ruby, and immediately at her hand. "ACK!"
She shot backwards, wiping her hand on her skirt. "S-sorry!"
"It's fine. It's not like this is that … new."
Weiss thought back to Ruby trying to push down her seat, and when they were in the bathroom together. She blushed as she recalled the feeling of Ruby's chest on her face. "R-right."
Weiss turned to leave, but stopped mid-step.
"Wait!" Weiss suddenly announced. "Give me a second."
She opened up her purse and began to fish around inside.
To be honest, Weiss wasn't' sure at all what she was doing, but what she did know was the screeching stop the end of the voyage had wrought upon hers and Ruby's … relations.
It can't be over just like this. All the things Weiss and Ruby did on the plane, just rendered moot by a simple shake of hand? No. Weiss wasn't willing to let that all be meaningless rabble. She didn't eat vinegar and salt fruit salad, watch a lesbian romantic movie, take off her skirt in front of Ruby, get suspected of joining the Mile High Club, and slobber over Blake's arm just to have all of that written off by a shake of a hand. No. Ruby wasn't getting away with the stuff she put Weiss through that easily.
"Here." Weiss stretched her hand out again.
"What is it?"
"It's a business card you fool!" It was a simple white card, with the corner of a snowflake peeking out from the top left corner. On it, in neat lines of silvery text read:
Weiss Schnee
Heiress (Daughter of CEO, Frederick Schnee)
Schnee Oil Ltd.
Artic Oil Drilling and Refining
Phone Num: +44 20 8042 2063
Ruby hesitantly received the card rom Weiss's hand, constantly switching glances from Weiss and the card. "Um… Why?"
"Like you said. Business."
"It has your number on it."
Weiss froze, feeling her heart suddenly grow tight. "Th-that…"
Shit… what did I get myself into?
"In case I report you, and you have inquiries. This way you can call me."
Ruby's face fell, her smile disappeared and the corners of her mouth turned downwards. "W-what? Y-you are still going to report me?"
Weiss gulped, feeling the hair on the back of her neck rise as a chill raced down her spine.
"But w-why? I th-thought I did a good job."
Ruby looked like she was on the verge of crying, lips trembling and her eyes brimming with tears. Weiss looked on with horror at what her own words, that had meant to only hide why Weiss really wanted to give Ruby the card, had done to the girl, "I- I…"
Ruby sniffed.
Weiss quickly looked behind her back and saw no one remaining on the plane except a couple airhostesses cleaning up. She turned back to Ruby who was fumbling with her skirt, pouting, eyes downcast. Weiss clenched her fist, and gritted her teeth. She grabbed Ruby's shoulder. "Damn it Ruby! Stop crying! It's if you get reported. I never said was going to report you."
Suddenly Ruby looked Weiss dead in the eye, as her mouth crept into a mischievous grin. "So you are just giving me your number…"
You little… acting dolt. Weiss let go of Ruby, and took a couple steps back. "You…Damn it! I'm not!"
Ruby chuckled. "Really?"
"It- I- damn it! I don't have to stand here and take this!"
"You don't, but you are."
Weiss grunted in anger, her eyes squinted viciously at Ruby, but she could not deny the obvious red that coloured her face.
"GOOD DAY." Weiss said firmly, before turning and stepping off the plane.
"Pleasure to be of your acquaintance~ Thank you for riding Beacon airlines~" Ruby called after Weiss, as the flustered heiress practically ran from the plane. "Bye~"
Shit, shit, shit. This is not how I wanted to end this. Bloody hell. Bloody hell. ARRRHHHGGGG!
She smacked herself on the head.
I could've just given the business card, said bye and then left. God damn it! Why do I ruin it for myself? I don't want this! She probably thinks I'm a creepy stalker now!
She was filled with regret, and thoughts how things could've gone better.
This isn't what I wanted!
But that just raised another question. What did she want?
====Economy====
The limo pulled to a stop in front of a towering building. It was a your common steel and glass building, but what made it special, was a massive glowing Snow Flake built into the buildings windows. With the sun still high up, it wasn't very notable, but at night the snow flake would be lit up brighter than even the moon. The Schnee Oil Tower… or SchnOT as some called it, idolized for its electricity wasting designs. But hey, they've got money, who cares.
"Miss?" The chauffer asked looking at Weiss through the rear view mirror.
Weiss blinked, raising her head from leaning against the car door. "What?"
"We've arrived miss."
Weiss sighed, rubbing her eyes, "Oh" She looked outside at the main entrance. "Thank you sir."
"It was my pleasure."
Weiss retrieved her wallet, pulling out a five pound coin. She leaned forward, placing the coin in the cup holder. "Here. For a smooth ride that actually allowed me to sleep."
"Oh no…" The chauffer grabbed the coin and gestured it to Weiss, "It was my pleasure. This is too much."
"No, keep it."
The driver smiled, "Of course. Thank you ma'am."
Weiss sat back down, placing her wallet back into her purse. Through her window, she saw a grey haired man walked out from the building, hands behind his back. He had a serious expression, as she opened the door on Weiss's side. He wore a black tailcoat, white shirt and a black tie. Very ordinary for a butler.
"Welcome back." He said with a low voice. Beside him, was a rather plump old lady stuffed into a similarly black dress, with a clean white apron over it. All the edges of her clothing were lined with a strand of white fringe. The woman lightly smacked the man on his arm. "Oh please, our little Weiss is back, lighten up."
The man retained his serious expression.
Weiss smiled wryly, "Thanks Marcy and thank you to you too Wilson."
"Humph." The man grunted, but dipped his head slightly acknowledging the thanks. "Your bags ma'am?"
"Oh." She quickly looked at the trunk, "Um, just have them brought to my room."
The man gave another grunt, before stiffly striding to the trunk and with one motion opened it. On sight of the heap of suitcases in the trunk, his mouth dropped just the slightest, before he straightened up and reached into his pocket for a small remote. He clicked it once, and almost immediately two footmen exited the building with a baggage cart. The two guys wore similar suits as Wilson, but they were white instead of black. On top their heads sat a small bucket like cap, with the snowflake insignia printed on the front.
As they walked past, pushing the cart, they nodded a quick greeting. "Welcome back, miss."
Weiss gave them a quick smile.
"Now come on, you must be stressed!" Marcy said, gesturing towards the revolving glass doors that led into the building. "Goodness! Twelve hours on a plane, and on economy no less! My dear girl… tsk, tsk."
"Well it was…" Out of nowhere, an image of Ruby smiling popped into her head. Weiss, shook her head. Damn it. What the hell? "Fine."
"Fine?" Marcy exclaimed, eyebrows raised,
"Well…" Weiss ran a hand through her pony tail, "It's not like it was terrible."
"Hmm. Good for you then!" The older woman leaned closer to Weiss and chuckled, "You're definitely not your father's child, if you know what I mean. Forgive me but that man would've brought down the airline, if he had to take economy."
Weiss opened her mouth in disagreement, but quickly shut them and nodded agreement instead.
Marcy sighed, "Well since we're talking about your father already. He- he said he wanted to see you the moment you got back."
"If he wanted to see me, the moment I got back, he could've picked me up himself."
Macy chuckled warmly, "Though I do agree with you, you shouldn't upset him. He is still your father."
Weiss didn't reply, and followed Marcy, walking through the revolving doors and into The SchnOT. It was as any company building was, a massive lobby, with a towering ceiling, a reception at the end of the lobby, a couple of sofas to the side, a fountain in the middle, and a hanging chandelier above it. The thing that differed it from other buildings was the extreme overuse of snowflakes. It could have been mistaken for some skiing resort or a winter wonderland. Everywhere a snowflake could be shoved in, it was shoved in. The fountain sprayed water in a snowflake pattern, the chandelier was shaped like a snowflake, the sofas had white cloth with small snowflake designs, and even the reception was shaped like a half of a snowflake. What was even worse, was the giant statue of Mr. Frederick Schnee, standing in the middle of the fountain, holding an oil well above his head, as it trickled water down his body.
Weiss gave a disgusted look. It didn't matter that this was probably the millionth time she'd seen it since its grand debut 10 years ago, she couldn't stop looking at it with a twisted face.
She followed Marcy down a branching hallway from the main lobby to a group of elevators. All the elevator displays had numbers going up and down, but at the very end, was an elevator with no display, a complicated series of code and scanners set in the wall by its side. The pair walked to that precise one.
"When did they install the retina scanner?"
"Oh that! That one is the most amazing one I've yet to see. I think they installed a week ago."
The old woman, pulled out a small packet. Inside, Weiss could see a key card, a small note, and a key. The woman handed her the packet, "These will help you open the elevator. A bit too much if you ask me."
"What's with the new scanners? Didn't we already have enough?"
"Well dear, your father's been getting an awfully large amount of terrorist threats lately. He just wants to keep you safe."
"Hmm." Weiss took the packet, and took out key. She flipped open a small cover, exposing a key hole. She took the key and put it in, turning it once.
Instantly, all around her, things began to light up and beep, scanners turned on, keypads lit up, and the elevator began to hum. The display showed the elevator was on "Residence."
"Did the codes change?"
"Sadly yes. It's all on the note."
Weiss sighed, pulling the small piece of paper out. "What happens if people steal the paper?"
Marcy looked around. "Hush now dear. I'm old. My brain can't remember all these codes. I need some way of remembered right? Don't tell your father this.." She Weiss shook her head exasperated.
"If he could know, he probably already knows."
Marcy chuckled.
Weiss turned her attention away and flipped open the small yellow note.
Mobile: 1XrY09NxHYj4
Numeric: 845919349
Dial: 54-68-10-145-168
Voice recon: "Return, Wash, Bind, Yaw."
Morse code: - - - - - - - - -
Touch scan: 3rd, 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th. Right hand
"What?" No wonder Marcy can't memorise this! It's just random bullshit! Weiss looked wide eyed at the code. "What happened to the old 'SchneeOIl' password? What kind of code is this?"
Marcy shrugged, "Secure code."
Weiss groaned, pulled out her phone and opened up a small application called Finite. She held it close to a black box with a single red light on it. She tapped her foot, waiting for the light to change colour. Hearing a small beep, the light turned yellow, and she removed her phone. A keyboard appeared on the screen, and she carefully entered the code before hitting submit. The light turned green this time.
It took her almost 10 minutes to finish all the scanners. Wiping a thin film of sweat off her forehead, she hit a now glowing green button, and the door to the elevator finally opened.
Marcy chuckled, "Took a while huh?"
"Awhile? A BLOODY LONG TIME." Weiss said as the doors shut.
"Expected you to say that."
Ironically, the ride up was a mere 10 seconds.
Weiss exited leaving, followed by Marcy. In front of her was a steel door and another wave of scanners and dials. "OH MY GOD." Weiss shouted giving up. "WHERE DID THESE COME FROM?"
"Don't worry, those haven't been activated yet." Marcy said hitting a green button, and the doors open. "You know what they say? A home is where a man feels safe."
"Safe? This is paranoia!"
Marcy chuckled, "Anyways. I'll see you for dinner later. You should get some sleep. The footmen should be coming up later with the suit cases. Good day miss."
Marcy walked back into the elevator and disappeared as the doors closed. And now, Weiss was alone, a whole floor to herself.
She closed the steel door behind her, and breathed in the smell of her old room. A smell of lemons and lavender. It had been kept clean since her absence she noted. I front of her was a large room with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Steps led down to a rugged area with an assortment of blue sofas, facing a large fireplace set in a wall and also a large LCD TV. Next to it, was a long glass table, lined on both sides with blue chairs with ridiculously tall seatbacks. To her right, was a modern steel kitchen, having all the appliances a gourmet chef wouldn't dream of having. A wide hallway led deeper into the floor, to the washroom, the study, the movie room, the pool and sauna, and her bedroom.
She took off her heels, and winced as her feet finally touched the floor after so long.
Home sweet home.
She headed towards the hallway, but stopped mid-step, looking towards the fridge in the kitchen. Should I… no… maybe a shower first. She shook her head and proceeded to her bedroom to first get a change of clothes.
She opened the door to her bedroom and suddenly, a strange sense of déjà vu hit her, and it wasn't because it had been her room for a long time. It felt… just strange. In the middle was a large king sized bed with white sheets, white pillows and white blankets. To her right was a large walk-in closet and to her left was a massive French window. It was a very simple to be honest. Nothing much cluttered her room. There was a TV hanging in front of the bed, a couple of potted plants, a small single person sofa, and a mini fridge, but that was it. She flicked on the light switch and moved to close the curtains.
The instant her hands touched the dark blue curtains, she felt a surge of comfort. The silk curtain felt surprisingly nice, and she almost stood there just feeling the curtain. She rubbed her face. What the hell?
Closing the curtains, she quickly moved to the closet getting away from the silky dark blue cloth. She shut the closet door and undressed. She looked through all the racks and hangers. She had to admit: It was a rather boring assortment of clothes. Black, blue, and white made up the entire spectrum with some red every here and there. Shrugging, she picked out a strapless white dress that ended at the knees, with a light blue strap around the waist. She set it aside to wear later, tossing her old clothes into a nearby basket.
She grabbed a fluffy white tower and wrapped it around her chest.
Then she opened the door.
Weiss's eyes widened at what she saw, her hands almost losing grasp on the towel. By the French windows, was two people wrapped in embrace. A white haired girl was pushed against the wall, as a black haired girl assaulted her with kisses on the neck. The white haired girl at first seemed nervous, but soon, her face relaxed showing signs of pure joy, her mouth opening to ... moan? Her hands that had clutched so tightly at the blue curtains eventually went limp, letting the curtain slide from her hands, exposing her body.
Weiss wanted to leave, but she felt glued to the scene, witnessing all there was to see.
The black haired girl smiled, moving up to plant a kiss on the other girl's mouth before…
Kiss…
By ….
Kiss…
Moving …
Down…
Weiss shrieked, covering her eyes, and ran towards the washroom. She locked the door behind her, and breathed heavily, undeniably aroused. She wiped a layer of cold sweat from her forehead, as she looked into a full length mirror. Her face was tainted red, and she felt goose bumps rise on her arms. She quickly rubbed them, calming the itchy feeling.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it. ARG THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING!" Weiss screamed at the mirror and her image, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG? WHY AM I SEEING THINGS?"
She turned on the sink and washed her face with cold water, hoping it would calm her wild thoughts. She looked in the mirror again, her blush had receded significantly but it was undoubtedly still there. She sighed before opening the shower door and stepping in. She turned on the water, ignoring the cold water that splashed onto her. Slowly the water heated up and she closed her eyes, letting the water trickled through her hair and splatter onto her skin.
"Why is this happening to me?" She muttered to herself.
"Because you like me?"
Weiss's eyes snapped open to see Ruby standing in front of her, complete disrobed, water ricocheting off her flawless skin.
"What the hell? GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"Why? You clearly want this."
Weiss quickly covered her privates with her hands, no curtains or towels nearby. "N-no I don't!"
"Oh come on… I can see it in your eyes…you gave me a number for a reason right?"
"That was purely business!"
"Please… you know I'm a flight attendant, I'll only be staying in London for three days, and then I'm gone. For what other reason would you give me your number for?"
"I- I …" Weiss could find no answer. But that did not mean there wasn't one. "I don't know!"
"Don't know? Perhaps I could remind you." Ruby grinned.
"Stay back! I know fencing!"
"Right. Because you're going to stab me with your fingers." Ruby raised an eyebrow, "Well… you could stab me with your fingers. If you want of course…"
"What? What do you mean?" Weiss found herself, tracing Ruby's body, her eyes dropping lower, lower and lower. "What…"
"You know what I mean…" Ruby grinned.
Weiss shook her head madly, her eyes squeezed shut, "N-NO I D-DON'T! GET OUT!"
Weiss cowered in the corner of the shower waiting for a response or even a touch from Ruby.
There was nothing but the water of the shower.
Weiss opened her eyes, and she was gone.
Weiss sighed in relief, but she knew deep inside of herself, she had hoped Ruby was actually here.
====Economy====
"He's waiting for you inside, Miss Schnee." A woman sitting behind a desk said.
She was in a waiting room outside a pair of massive mahogany doors. The gates to hell I suppose… She stood up from a worn sofa and proceeded to the doors, her footsteps creaking on the wooden floor. It was strange. The entire room was filled with wooden objects and furniture when the building was completely modern. Weiss stopped in front of the doors and let out a deep breath. Please don't let this be a chaotic mess of arguing.
She smoothened out her dress, and tossed her ponytail behind her back. Two footmen opened the doors, and exposed a very dark room lit solely by an ancient candle chandelier handing from the centre of the roof.
The room itself wasn't large, but it was dominated by a single mahogany desk in the centre. Weiss could hear the soft wax burning from the chandelier, as the door shut behind her and locked. She walked forward onto a soft carpet and stopped. There was a man watching the city from a window, his back turned to Weiss.
Weiss rolled her eyes, "It's just me. You don't have to keep faking the environment."
"Weiss?"
Suddenly, all around her, white lights turned on, as the chandelier was drawn up in to the ceiling. "Father." Weiss said blandly.
The man turned around. He was wearing one of his many Italian suits, all neat and tidied down to the millimetre. A pair of black shades was tucked into his suit pocket, leaving the lenses handing out. He had a black tie that had almost the exact same shade of oblivion as his suit. It all seemed so strange when someone looks at his face: his hair was white, his eyes were blue, and his skin was pale. He looked like the devil incarnate.
"I assume the flight was … pleasant."
"It was economy."
"As Marcy has informed."
"She spoke to you?"
"Weiss…" Her father chuckled, "Do I need really need her to tell me?"
Weiss glanced around and realized the newly added security measures to the room. 4 cameras were situated in the corners, an omnidirectional one hidden within the chandelier, two heat sensors guarding the desk from two sides, and 2 motion sensors hung from the ceiling.
"I suppose this conversation is being monitored as well?"
"My dear girl. I'm the only one with access to these things, even it were monitored nobody else would know."
"Right." Weiss mumbled still suspicious.
The two looked at each other for a while, until her father's mouth crept into a smile. "You don't wonder why I asked for you?"
"I assumed it was either about the presentation tonight or a job that you needed for me to do. As such, I didn't think it was in my place to question." Weiss said, still standing stiffly in front of the desk like a criminal in court.
"Relax. We're family here. Can I not welcome my daughter back home?"
"You may, but I doubt you will."
"Yet here I am." He spread his arms, "Welcoming you home."
Weiss merely blinked at his display.
The man shook his head, "I try my best, you realize, to make this … relation work… but you got to work with me Weiss."
Or in other words, do as I say, listen to me, and be under my command. Asshole.
He reached into his pocket producing a plane ticket. At that, Weiss perked up, eyebrow raised.
"What's that?"
"First class tickets back to Japan." Her father glanced down at the tickets. "And hmm… just in time for you to at least compete in one of the fencing tournaments.'
"Really."
"But of course!"
Weiss covered her face with a hand. "Jaune got them didn't he?"
"What?"
"You getting me tickets is ridiculous. I know Jaune did it."
"He did not! I was the one who bought these."
"Please, you wouldn't-"
He slammed the tickets onto the table, shutting Weiss up, "Damn it Weiss! Can't you just appreciate anything that I do?"
"Given that you just took credit for Jaune's work probably in an effort to bolster my thoughts on you for tonight's presentation, I'm not really sure."
"Weiss. If you do not say what we tell you to say tonight, don't be surprised when you find you little shit stick you call a rapier in evenly sliced pieces."
There you are…
"You might fool the public with your damned smile, your neat suit, your bullshit words, but I know who you really are."
"You need to watch yourself. You're treading on thin ice here."
"Shut the fuck up. That's complete bullshit and you know it."
He winced, scrunching up his nose, "You watch your language girl."
"OH! WOE IS ME!"
"Why do you do this Weiss? Hmm? Do you find pleasure in pissing me off?"
Weiss opened her mouth.
"Don't you say another damned word."
He sat down in a black leather chair, and grabbed the tickets. Carelessly ripping them to shreds, he leaned forward, elbows on the armrests. "I hope you remember what I said before you got on the plane. You better do a damn well good job, or else I will take the last few things you have. Understand? It's a privilege to be my daughter, and you need to respect that."
Weiss narrowed her eyes.
"Now leave."
Weiss shot a glare at the man she called her father, and promptly turned and left, the doors automatically opening in front of her. Most people would've thought that conversation was emotionally scarring, but for Weiss, just another day with her father.
The doors slammed shut behind her and she was left standing alone in a waiting room. I have got no time to waste on that asshole, I've got more important things to do like… like …
Weiss wracked her brain for things to do, and realized there wasn't any. Holy crap, I've literally got nothing to do… Weiss glanced at a silver watch strapped to her left arm … for NINE HOURS.
"Um. Ma'am?" Her father's secretary glanced up from a computer, "Did you need something?"
Weiss realized she'd been standing in the middle of the waiting room for almost a minute. She flashed a jittery smile, "Haha … no. I was just collecting my thoughts after a deep conversation."
The woman knitted her eyebrows together, but quickly composed herself remembering whom she was addressing. "Oh. Forgive me. I thought otherwise."
"R-right…" Weiss mumbled as she made her way to the elevator and back down to her own floor.
====Economy====
Weiss lay arms spread wide on her bed, looking at the high ceiling, where an overhead aquarium was built. It was a bit excessive, but to go to sleep watching a spectrum of exotic fish swim overhead was surprisingly relaxing.
"Pffffttt…" Weiss blew a puff of air from her mouth, completely out of things to do.
She glanced to her left, a mini fridge hummed aside a small table. She glanced to her right, a massive French window and a one-man sofa… and a wall. The wall where Weiss dreamt of Ruby and her-
"ACK!" Weiss quickly sat up, hands clasped to her ears and shaking her heads, "Got to get this out of my head!"
Uh, what should I do… oh I know! I'll get a plane ticket! That's right! If I got anything from that conversation it's the possibly for a fight. My father did say that there was a chance to go back to Japan and make it to at least one fight!
She jumped up, rejuvenated, now that she had a goal in mind. She moment her foot her feet hit the ground however, she froze. Where's my phone.
She pat her dress in search of her blackberry, and stupidly smacked herself on the head, knowing that there were no pockets. She lifted the covers off her bed, nothing. She ran to the bathroom and checked, nothing. She went to the main room, nothing. She checked on the sofas, nothing. She checked in the fridge, nothing. Where could it have gone?
Then after slamming the freezer door shut, she began to hear a distinct humming sound. Vrrr. Vrr,
"Closet." She said to herself, before running quickly to where she had changed an hour ago.
She opened the door, and saw a beam of light shining in a basket from beneath a pile of clothes. Weiss bent down, and looked at the caller ID. 8041 7891. It's not blocked. That's new.
Taking a couple of breaths and clearing her throat, she hit the answer call and brought the phone to her face, "Good day. Weiss Schnee speaking. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
"Uh… " Came a young female voice, and a scrambling sound which Weiss could barely identify as head scratching, "I don't know if you remember me… heh.. what am I saying… it's only been what 5 hours?"
"Who is this?"
"Oh sorry! " The girl coughed, "Ruby?"
"RUBY?"
"Heh, yeah, that's me!"
Weiss cleared her throat, cheeks blushing from her rather embarrassing outburst. "Apologies, I did not mean to shout."
"Um… That's fine… I think." Ruby chuckled uncertainly, "So…. Uh … what've you been doing."
Crap, what have I been doing?
Weiss realised, she was sweating, and the hair on the back of her neck had risen. "Plenty of important stuff! You think I'd waste my time?"
"Oh no, no, no! Nothing like that!" Ruby quickly followed, "It's that –um- I was wondering if you'd like… you'd … you know?"
"What do you mean?"
"I just, you know, wanted to know if you've been … busy."
Oh god. Is this what I think she's trying to do?
"No, I don't have time for a date."
"What? No! That's not what I was trying to say…" Ruby continued to blabber clearly panicked by what Weiss thought.
Weiss herself, removed the phone from her mouth, "FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!"
Damn it, damn it, damn it… Why the hell did I have to say that? OF ALL THINGS! DAMN IT!
"Weiss? Weiss? You still there?" Weiss heard Ruby asking
Weiss calmed herself and brought the phone back up, "Hi."
"So… heh … totally not what I meant… I was just wondering if you'd … reported me. You know? Wasn't that the reason you gave me your business card?"
Weiss smacked herself on her head. I should've known, that's why she was calling. I SAID IT MYSELF WHEN I GAVE IT TO HER. Bloody hell. "N-no. No I haven't."
"Phew! Well that's a weight off my chest." Ruby nervously chuckled.
The phone and Weiss was silent for awhile. Weiss was standing, one hand on the phone, one hand nibbling on her dress. She was stunned that Ruby actually called, still unable to process why a simple call had flustered her so much.
"Weiss?"
"Yes?"
"Um. Sorry. This was a strange phone call." Ruby hesitated, "But seriously, why would you think I was asking you out?"
Weiss was at loss for words. "Because you were asking if I busy… and- and well, that's usually the kind the kind of thing that leads to a … d-d-date."
Ruby laughed, "You're right. But why would I ask you of all people?"
Even though she couldn't care less, Weiss felt somehow offended. "How dare y- What do you mean?"
"I mean, just think about it. You on a date with me?" Ruby paused. "Come on!"
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Well first of all, I don't think you'd be so open to it-"
"I AM A VERY FRIENDLY PERSON. DON'T DENY IT."
"Um- heh- ok?"
"I am a perfectly fine date candidate." Weiss mumbled, crossing her free hand across her chest.
"Heh… right."
"WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" Weiss screamed, honestly surprised Ruby hasn't dropped the call yet, "WAS THAT SARCASM?"
"N-no! I-"
"I'LL SHOW YOU! I'M A GREAT PERSON!"
"That's not what-"
"TONIGHT 5:30."
"Weiss, I-"
"WE WILL HAVE DINNER TOGETHER AND I'LL PROVE YOU WRONG."
"You don't-"
"THEN IT'S SETTLED."
"Weiss-"
"I'LL TEXT YOU MY ADRESS."
"Weiss!"
"WHAT?"
"That-"Ruby sighed, but Weiss could almost hear the laughter in her voice, "5:30 then."
"DONE. GOOD BYE."
"Bye~"
Beep, beep, beep.
She quickly typed her address down and hit send. A little swoosh sound played, as her text bubble was sent out. "Humph." Weiss grunted proudly, placing her phone down with a smack on a wooden table.
She glanced around, chest up and back straight, feeling quite pleased with what had happened. Hah! I'll show that little dirt bag, I'm a perfectly decent person! Who said that I would be bad in dates! I'll show…. DATES? WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO? OH NO NO NO!
She fumbled to pick up her phone, dropping it twice before holding it to her face with trembling hands.
With wobbly fingers, she began to type message, Don't' come over, I am busy. Just as she was ready to send, a little blob popped up.
One clear text message appeared on her screen.
"See you tonight. :D :D "
Weiss dropped her phone, clattering onto the ground. She couldn't turn down Ruby now that she had sent that adorable message. It made sense when Ruby actually smiled, for Weiss to be melting, but this was just a ':' and a 'D'. Yet Weiss was smushed, her heart was a shriveled balloon, gasping for oxygen. She supported her unsteady leg holding desperately onto the nearby table. She looked down at the phone,
"I'm sure you're a great person during dates. :3 :3 "
Weiss looked up at the fish swimming obliviously above her.
"CRAAAAAAAAAP!"
====Economy====
A/N
Good day!
So, you probably noticed, the majority of this chapter wasn't on a plane. *hushed gasps* And neither will the majority of the next chapter be on a plane. *more gasps and mumbling in the audience* But! They will be soon. That is the point of the story right? I mean come on. What are you thinking?
Anyways, I'd like to just restate what I said in the author note in the beginning, THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE FAVOURITED, FOLLOWED –or even just viewed it-. OF COURSE, MY PERSONAL AND GRATIUS THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO REVIEWED.
-You are better than those who just favourite and followed. You are the best-
What? No way… I'm not biased! You are all awesome! –but if you review, you are even more awesome-
Did I say something? Eh. I hope you get the gist. But seriously though, you guys are all so awesome, regardless of whether you favourited, followed or reviewed, it really makes me happy to check my mail each day and see all the people who've read my story and enjoyed it enough to do all these things. THANK YOU.
Stats as of now (if you were curious)
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PS. Yes, I called Weiss's company the Schnee company in the first chapter. Now it's called Schnee Oil ltd. And that's what it's going to be from now on. I'll find some time and go back to change all other cases. Just thought you'd want to know. (This PS will be deleted on completion of mentioned task)