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Author's Notes: This chapter contains the reason the story is rated 'M'. If you don't want to read it, after the second horizontal line skip down until you see the ellipsis.

Dear Guest, no, Blake does not have shoes. I'm beginning to think you are not reading her sections.


Rain beat an uneven tempo against the roof of Beacon High School as the final bell of the day rang out, a flood of students bursting from the doors like bees from a beehive, umbrellas spreading open like the many spring flowers that sprouted from the dirt. Yang pried herself from the yelling, chattering tide and walked to a relatively empty corner of the school's entrance, seeking shelter from the rain underneath a low overhang and waiting for the girl that was going to end her life.

The overhang created a private little room with walls made of pouring rainwater, the crackling patter of water on cement drowning out the noise of the rest of the world and giving her a sense of solitude despite the several groups of her peers that walked past, laughing about this or that and ignoring the pacing blonde. She anxiously wrung her hands as she walked from one waterfall to another, leaving wet, blurry footprints on the sun-aged concrete, searching through the thin sheets of water that fell from the jutting roof for that iconic bobbing pure-white ponytail that would signal her demise.

It was impossible, she thought, completely impossible that she'd get out of this alive. The Ice Queen would swallow her whole and spit her out, then stomp away in a huff complaining of the taste. She had spilled hamburger juice on Weiss' white shirt. Yang smacked herself in the forehead as she looked back on the unfortunate events at lunch. That white shirt was familiar, Weiss wore it very often, meaning it was probably her favorite. The first time Yang had seen it was in mid-February, right before Weiss had put on a heavy blue overcoat that still managed to look slim. The shirt had gone perfectly with her shoes that day.

And then she'd so clumsily spilled greasy slop all over it, possibly ruining it forever. Her shoulders drooped and she shook her head, mentally berating herself for her stupidity. Even worse, when she'd chased her down to return her bag and umbrella, Weiss had overheard her 'confession.' Yang groaned and covered her face, glad she was alone. That was not how she had planned it to happen. It didn't matter now, though. Weiss was going to kill her, and on her headstone it would read 'Yang Xiao Long; the dumbest, dopiest, clumsiest idiot who was murdered by the Ice Queen.'

The roiling thoughts in her head came to a dead stop as a blue umbrella slid through the cascade of water from above, the rain bouncing noisily off the waterproof fabric and flowing down its edges. Yang held her breath, her lips pulled in and her heart pounding in her chest as the umbrella lowered, revealing Weiss' alarmingly neutral face. The shorter girl calmly collapsed her umbrella, shaking it dry before leaning it against the wall and setting her backpack down beside it. Walking back slowly to join Yang under the outcrop, she crossed her arms, breathed in deep, and stared into the wide purple eyes, her own smoldering with displeasure.

Thump! Thump! Thump! beat Yang's heart against the edges of her chest as she was fixed with that penetrating gaze, biting her lip and nervously tapping her foot. Her nerves built and built and built until finally she decided she had to say something or else she'd explode. "Uh..." she started, putting on a wobbly smile and lifting her hand. "Hey there, Ice Qu-"

"My name," Weiss' voice hit her like a punch in the gut; authoritative, stern, and cold. "is Weiss."

Yang dropped her head, focusing on the toe of her shoe as she tried to dig a hole in the concrete. Embarrassed panic shivered down her back, and she rubbed the back of her head. "Right... sorry. Hey, Weiss." She received only a sniff in response, glancing up like a guilty puppy. "So... uhm... about... I-"

"Where's Ruby?" Weiss cut her off again, her eyes still locked to the blonde.

Yang raised an eyebrow. "She's... uh, she said she had to go to tutoring today. Did... did you want her here?"

Weiss twitched her nose, turning her head and finally freeing Yang from that cold, blood-freezing stare. "Not really. But I expected her." she said, whipping her head back around and narrowing her eyes at Yang. Several long moments passed where the only sounds came from the rain, until Weiss finally sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "So," she mumbled from behind her hand, "do you want to explain yourself?"

Sighing and leaning her head back, Yang said, "No, not really..." She straightened and pushed a hand through her hair. "It... I... it, umm..." She held her hand out in front of her, the fingers opening and closing in time with her mouth as she tried to sort her words. Her whole body slumped over as she breathed out, abandoning her attempt to explain. "Okay, Weiss," she said to the floor, "I'm-"

"Why do you do what you do?" The words were snarled through clenched teeth, piercing into Yang's heart.

She looked up, taken aback by the disgusted tone. "I... huh?"

"Why do you do what you do?" the white-haired girl repeated, her nostrils flaring and lips pinched tight. At Yang's confused expression, she rolled her eyes and took a step forward. "Why do you bother me? Why do you call me 'Ice Queen?' Why won't you leave me the hell alone?!" Before Yang could try to respond, she continued, "And today! Dumping my lunch on me, embarrassing me in front of the entire school!" Her voice lowered, her eyes narrowing into hateful blue slits. "And then you had the nerve to make up that bullshit to the Malachite twins. I can't wait for them to spread that foolish crap. You like me? HA!" She laughed a single, angry, and completely heartbreaking mocking bark that zapped through Yang like a fencer's thrust.

Clutching a hand to her chest, Yang's mouth dropped open and her eyes lowered to the ground. "But... I-"

If Weiss noticed the change in the blonde, she didn't let it show. "I've been thinking about it since lunch. You knew I was there, you had to! And you decided you'd tease me some more! You," she grimaced with disgust, spitting out her words, "are the worst person I've ever met." She turned away, walking to her backpack and leaving Yang standing shocked, tears gathering in her eyes. "Leave me alone. Don't ever talk to me again, Xiao Long."

"Wait!" Yang shouted, diving forward and grabbing Weiss' hand. The white-haired girl turned, her face the definition of rage. "Wait..." She let go, her hands returning to wringing each other raw while Weiss crossed her arms. "It... I... I, umm... I-"

"Spit it out, you buffoon!" Weiss screamed, clearly irritated by Yang's stumbling words.

"I do like you, Weiss!" Yang gasped, her mouth dry, making sure she looked directly into those ice-blue eyes, colder and more spiteful than winter's worst storms. "I do! I think you're pretty, and smart, and whenever you talk to me the world always seems brighter..." She felt breathless and light, as though a fist had unclenched from around her lungs.

"Ha!" That same, stabbing laugh; the grasp in her chest returned, tighter and more restrictive than an iron cage. "Yeah, right." Weiss scoffed, rolling her eyes and leaning down to pick up her bag. She hooked it over her shoulder and pushed past the blonde, opening her umbrella. "It won't work anymore, Xiao Long. I'm done with you." She passed through the waterfall wall, trudging across Beacon's drenched sidewalks making small, grumpy splashes.

"No..." Yang breathed to herself, shaking tearfully under the overhang. "No no no no no!" She grit her teeth and chased after Weiss, squinting against the rain and ignoring the fat drops that pelted her shoulders. "Weiss!" she called, jogging to catch up. There was no response from the white-haired girl, who simply continued walking. "Weiss, listen to me..." Yang said, following a step and a half behind. "I promise I'm telling the truth! I do like you! I keep bothering you because I don't know how else to tell you!"

Weiss came to a dead stop, making Yang flounder as she tried not to crash into the glaring girl. She wrenched around, rainwater flying from the points of her umbrella, and stepped toward Yang. "What do you want from me? Huh? Do you think that just because you promise you're telling the truth that I'll believe you? I don't trust your promise. I don't trust you."

"I just want a chance." Yang sighed, her hair finally wet enough that it started to hang in front of her face like a yellow mop. She threw it back over her head with a hand, gazing into Weiss' furious eyes through the rain. "Can you give me a chance?"

"I gave you a chance when we went camping." Weiss hissed, starting to turn around.

"I'm sorry about camping!" Yang shouted over the rain. Weiss glanced back over her shoulder, but kept her body facing away. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have done what I did. But this will be different! Just you and me, and you can leave anytime you want."

"Hmph." Weiss raised her nose and continued walking forward.

"If you don't like it, I'll never talk to you again!" Yang yelled, growing desperate. She was starting to shiver, hugging her arms around her chest. "Just like you want!" Weiss paused again, turning around with one hand on her hips and waiting expectantly. "Just this once, and if you don't like it I'll never talk to you again. I promise."

The sound of the rain filled in the silence that settled between the two girls as Yang waited for a response to her offer. Her clothes were soaked through, clinging to her skin and chilling her even further. A strand of hair fell across her eyes, and after she pushed it away she saw Weiss striding toward her, her face scrunched up and annoyed. When they were close enough, Weiss lifted her umbrella over Yang's head, sheltering her from the weather. "I don't trust your promises..." Weiss whispered, causing Yang's heart to sink, "But I'll give you one more chance." Yang's face broke open into a huge smile, but Weiss raised a warning finger in front of her eyes before she could speak. "Just us. If I don't like it, I'm leaving. If I leave, you will never speak to me again." She lowered her hand back to her side when Yang nodded. "Now, what did you have in mind?"

Yang's mind whirled with ten thousand separate thoughts, searching through millions of options in the span of milliseconds. By some unholy amount of luck, Weiss Schnee was giving her a second chance. She was more scared, elated, and relieved than ever in her life. All she had to do was not mess it up, and then maybe maybe maybe... something could happen? An idea stuck out like a live-saving hand. "We're having pizza tonight, if you wanted to come?"

A strange look washed across Weiss' face, and she sniffed in frustration, rolling her eyes. "Fine. Let me just call my mother..."


Cold yellow eyes watched her from across a spectacularly clean desk, surrounded by curly tendrils of dark, wavy hair that contrasted with the spotless whiteboard on the wall behind the woman. Cold, yellow, hungry eyes, that scanned across her face and body like a wolf examining prey. She had to look away, look away from their piercing thirst and the thin smirk that put dread into her stomach. She turned her head and gazed out the window, watching the heavy rain splatter against the glass and roll down it's surface like tears.

"Ruby?" a slow, smooth voice beckoned to her, "Ruby, look at me." She did as she was told, reluctantly twisting her head back to face the smiling older woman as she stood out of her chair. "There we go..." the woman purred, the sickening smile growing. "Now, Ruby, it's time to begin the tutoring session."

"Yes, Ms. Fall..." Ruby mumbled, looking at the floor and wishing she could disappear. She hated tutoring.

"Your grades in my class have been rather disturbing lately," Ms. Fall said as she crossed the room to the door, her heels knocking against the tiles. "You'll have to work extra hard if you want to bring them up in time to pass the class." She smirked over her shoulder as she closed the door and pulled the curtain down over the thin window that peeked into the hall. There was a 'click' as she turned the latch, locking the door. "Did you have a nice weekend?"

"Yes, Ms. Fall."

"Good, good. I feel so bad that we couldn't work together yesterday," She leaned back on her desk, slipping off her heels. "But staff meetings are every Monday, so what can I do?" she asked rhetorically as she tossed her shoes behind the desk, crossing her stockinged legs and grinning at the short, redheaded student in front of her. "But now you're all mine."

Ruby quelled her shivering by staring at the whiteboard, glancing over every small scratch and leftover oily fingerprint that she could see in the ceiling lights' glare. She chewed the inside of her lip, her fingers rolling the hem of her sweater as she willed her legs still. Ms. Fall could always tell when she was scared, and that made things worse. It always made things worse, as she'd learned early on.

Ms. Fall sighed and stood, brushing down the front of her black office skirt and walking over to Ruby, who stood in the wide emptiness separating the teacher's and the students' desks. She embraced the younger girl, pulling her close and resting her chin on the top of her head. "Mmm..." she hummed, breathing deep, "You're still using the strawberry shampoo, I see. Good, I love the way it smells..." Ruby's arms hung limply by her side, while Ms. Fall's traced up her back. "I'm a little disappointed, though, that you're not wearing your usual sweatshirt anymore. I miss it, it went so well with your hair..." she said, twirling a strand of dark, reddish hair around her finger.

Silver eyes stared lifelessly at the whiteboard, barely able to see past the red-clad bosom of her teacher. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream and run away and hide forever... but the last time she cried she was punished. Ms. Fall didn't like it when she cried.

Manicured fingers gripped her shoulders gently, Ms. Fall pulling back and staring into her eyes, a thin, sly grin creasing her mouth. "Let's talk about your grades, Ruby." she whispered, placing a hand on the side of Ruby's face. "They're not very good right now, and dropping like crazy." Her other hand slid down the front of Ruby's shirt, going lower and lower. "Maybe if... certain other things... dropped instead..." Ms. Fall murmured into her ear, her breath tickling the edges of her skin, "then things... could change..." Her hand disappeared beneath the waist of the gray leggings. Ms. Fall chuckled as Ruby squirmed, quiet restrained moans leaking between her tightly squeezed lips. "Shh Ruby, shh... it feels good, doesn't it? Relax, relax, shh..." She pushed herself against the short student, closing her eyes and humming. She wrapped an arm around Ruby's head and pulled her face close to her chest, sighing, "There, doesn't that feel good?"

Ruby squeaked and grimaced, trying to pull away from the stronger, older woman who kept her head pressed against her breasts. It didn't feel good. It felt awful; horrible, dirty, and sickening. She wanted to throw up. Ms. Fall began to kiss along her neck and shoulders, ignoring her feeble struggles and reaching deeper into Ruby's pants. With a stifled grunt, Ruby shoved against her teacher's shoulders, separating herself from the dark-haired woman.

A hand slapped against her cheek, stinging and painful. She glanced up, fearfully watching the suddenly furious yellow eyes. "Don't do that, Ruby." Ms. Fall snapped, her voice deepening to a low growl. "If you do that you have to be punished. You remember Friday, don't you?" Ruby remembered. Her arms remembered. Her bruises remembered. She unconsciously rubbed at her elbows as Ms. Fall hugged her again. "I don't mean to do it, Ruby," Ms. Fall crooned, nuzzling her nose against Ruby's forehead. "I don't like being cruel, hurting you, but sometimes you don't give me a choice." Cold lips covered in scarlet lipstick kissed her head, stroking her fingers along Ruby's reddening cheek. "Promise me you won't do it again?" she asked, pouting her lips. When Ruby didn't move, she grabbed her by the chin and forced her head upwards, glaring into the young girl's eyes. "You promise, don't you?" Ruby nodded. "Good, good." She licked her lips, smiling wide. "Now, take it off..."

Ms. Fall released Ruby and walked around to the other side of the desk, unbuttoning her crimson work shirt and pulling it off her arms, dropping it unceremoniously on the ground beside her shoes. Ruby sat on a desk, slowly pulling off her boots and leggings, standing as she let her skirt fall to the floor. Stepping out of the pile of clothes, she pulled the gray sweater over her head, folding it before laying it next to her things. Ms. Fall was waiting for her when she straightened, summoning her to the desk with a curling finger. "Lie down, Ruby." She did as she was told.

She lay on the desk, her arms by her side and her whole body stiff. She stared at the ceiling, watching out of the corner of her vision as Ms. Fall knelt over her, rubbing her hands along her stomach and creeping towards her brassiere. She tried to cover herself as the underwear was pulled away, but a quick smack on her hand discouraged any further attempts. She didn't want to be punished. Punishment hurt. She gulped and held back tears as she felt fingers hook underneath the edges of her underwear, rolling them down her legs.

She hated tutoring.

But it was okay. It wasn't happening to her anymore. She was far away; this was some other girl laying on the desk. Some other girl, naked and scared and on the verge of crying, being tortured by her teacher. This wasn't her. "Spread your legs, Ruby..." The girl's teacher said, hungry yellow eyes growing wider and more excited. The girl did as she was told. Ruby was far away; the girl stared blankly at the ceiling, a single tear escaping from her eyes and dripping past her ears as she shook and whimpered while her teacher did horrible things. "You're going to love this, Ruby..." This wasn't her. She was far away. This wasn't her. This was someone else. It wasn't happening to her. This was someone else.

The hallways of Beacon were silent and shiny, freshly cleaned by the tireless janitorial staff and ready to be abused and dirtied by the hundreds of high school students tomorrow. Gasps and coughs echoed through the empty building as Ruby ran toward the exit, her shoes scuffing the immaculate tiles and her tears leaving small, circular splotches on an otherwise clean floor. Her clothes were wrinkled and uneven, and she pulled her sleeves further toward her wrists as she burst through the doors and into the cool, rainy Spring air.

She breathed deep, wiping her eyes before launching into another bout of intense sobs, stumbling around before she collapsed against a brick wall, sliding down its scratchy surface until she sat on the cold, hard concrete. Pulling her knees in close and hanging her head, she cried and cried, covering herself with her arms. "Why?" she gasped between sobs, "Why me? God damn it, why?" The rain answered her with only its unending clatter, offering no warmth.

She reached up and fingered the large black bow that was now tied into her hair. "A present," Ms. Fall had said, after their 'tutoring' session, "I want you to wear it from now on. If I see you without it..." she had warned, "You will be punished." It felt like a brand, burned into her skin with a fiery rod. She wished she had the inner strength to rip it off and stomp it into the dirt, leaving it to rot and wash away with the rain.

Slowly rising to her feet, she fished into her pocket and retrieved her phone, checking the time. It was almost eight; the street lights were on, wide beams of light illuminating the torrent of drops that poured from the sky. Groaning and sniffling, she quickly typed a message to her sister.

To: Yang
Can you pick me up? It's raining really hard.

The response came moments later, the light from her phone one of very few brightening the grounds of Beacon.

From: Yang
Can't. Weiss is here. You have an umbrella right?

To: Yang
Yeah, but how about just walking home with me?

From: Yang
Weiss is here, I can't leave. It's not a long walk, we've done it before. See you soon, there's still some pizza!

Ruby leaned her head back against the sharp bricks, sighing and stamping her foot. It wasn't that she was scared of the rain, or of the dark, or of walking home... she just didn't want to be alone. A strong gust of wind made her shiver, stuffing her hands into her armpits. She just wanted to go home and shower, get warm and wash off all the filth that coated her body. Well, a shower from the rain would clean her just as well as one in a bathtub; let the frigid rain cleanse her of the horrible feeling of wrongness that clung to her skin. Maybe she'd get sick, and get to stay home from school.

Pulling up her hood, she journeyed into the rain, keeping her head down and her shoulders raised against the cold. The heavy raindrops smacked against her back and head like forceful poking fingers, leaking freezing wetness into her clothes and hiding the latest stream of tears that rolled down her cheeks. The sidewalk was lined with shaking trees and bushes, bordered with a low stone wall that glowed a dull gray in the dim, stormy evening.

"I hate this!" she mumbled into the rain, the air cold enough that she could see her breath. "I hate this life!" she cried. "I want to go far away! Far away from this place and forget it ever existed! I wish someone would just take me far away! I hate this pla-"

"Oh!"

Ruby's head whipped around, her eyes searching through the heavy rain for whoever just spoke. "W-Who's there?" she asked, holding herself tighter. Her heart seized with panic as a tall, barefoot figure with long, wet black hair emerged from behind a bush. Pointed black ears were pressed flat against the figure's head, flicking off the occasional raindrop and drawing Ruby's attention away from the glowing golden eyes. "Y-You're the... but you're not... but..." she stammered, frozen in fear and barely able to think.

"Umm, I... I think I can help you, Strawberry Girl..." the monster said in a shy, bashful tone, twisting its fingers nervously. "I can-"

"You're the monster!" Ruby screamed, scrambling backwards. She turned to run, but tripped over a fallen branch and plummeted downward, her arms whirling to try and catch her balance. Her vision went black when her head slammed against the stone wall, and she fell face-first into the shallow flow of water that streamed down the concrete.

"Oh no!" cried the creature, its hands flying to its mouth in shocked worry. "Are... are you alright?" it asked, tentatively reaching one hand towards the unmoving prone girl. "Oh no! Oh no!" she sputtered when there was no response, pacing frantically as she tried to think of what to do. "Oh no! Oh no oh no!" Moving quickly, she picked up the unconscious girl by the arms and dragged her out of the rain and into the relative protection of a broad-limbed maple tree, where at least the ground was not quite as saturated as the sidewalk. "I... I... What do I do?" the monster moaned, rocking on her knees beside the red-haired human. After several moments of racing thoughts, she lifted the girl, backpack and all, positioning her on her shoulders and starting to walk back the way she came.

Why had she done that? She could imagine him shaking his head. She should not have done that. She should not have revealed herself. What was she going to do when the human woke up? What would she do if someone found her?

But... it was the Strawberry Girl! She owed her a debt, and she'd asked for help...

The library could wait. She had to help the Strawberry Girl.


Author's Notes: I'm so sorry. I feel sick. There was a lot of starting and stopping, writing that portion. My greatest fear is that I overdid it, making it pornographic when it's really abuse.

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