A/N: Wow, I reread this story and now I know why you guys want me to update it so soon. I've forgotten how freaking adorable this thing is. I forgot to mention that Weiss doesn't have her scar yet. That's going to be very soon… heh heh…
About 1,200 words, excluding Author's Notes.
Weiss could feel herself burning with rage as her clenched her fists and hissed inwardly. She could feel the migraine coming before it hit, the obvious signs beginning to surface. The throbbing at her left temple steadily increasing its pace, the nauseating churning of her stomach, the way the kitchen light was beginning to irritate her. There was nothing wrong with her lights, she knew that much, but she turned them off with only her pointer and middle finger anyway.
Her prescription medication was in the bathroom a short walk away, in the cabinet that doubled as a mirror, but she couldn't get it at the moment.
She had to deal with the thing sitting at her table.
The thing - the demon-child - was snickering in her seat - she had sat back into it - eating a cookie. The child turned to Weiss and she immediately stopped laughing at the immense glare she was receiving. The older woman's breathing could be heard from across the table and Yang could have sworn it could be seen visibly too through the white-haired girl's nostrils. The young girl had been compared to a dragon before, but if this is what she looked like when people said that, she doesn't want to be compared to one anymore.
The heiress felt an overwhelming urge to launch the demon-child out the window with one of her glyphs. With some money, the whole thing could be covered within a few hours and Yang Xiao Long would disappear from records forever. It would be as if she never lived in the first place. Then again, she does not know where Yang even came from, nor did she want to deal with any mourning relatives associated with the child.
Ruby, poor oblivious Ruby, cocked her head to the side, repeating, "What's a bitch, Mama?"
Yang saw the woman's eye twitch.
"Ruby," Weiss said stiffly.
Ruby straightened up, "Yes, Mama?"
Weiss' glare never left the blonde's eyes. "Please go to the room, Mama will explain it later."
"Okay!" The child hopped off the couch and grabbed the wagon's handle, leading it into her and Weiss' room.
As Ruby left cheerily, Weiss kept her glare on Yang. Still slowly munching her cookie, the younger girl had trouble keeping eye contact and looked at the table instead, slumping in her chair. However, Yang didn't need to suffer her head being drilled through for long since Weiss sat down with sigh, tying her hair up in a casual right-side ponytail with a scrunchie she had around her wrist.
"Look," she said quietly as she let her palms hold up her head at the temples, "we're obviously at a disagreement here."
Tilting her head to the side, the blonde stated, "Obviously." She put down her cookie on the table - which would have normally upset Weiss, but she didn't notice - and locked her fingers on the table. "Now you lookie here," she said, not continuing until Weiss finally looked up.
"Don't you think Ruby deserves to meet her family, her real family?" She put her hands up as if she was weighing something and rolled her wrists and her eyes. "Okay, I get that Ruby and you have bonded and stuff, but this is her blood family we're talking about. Do you know how long we've," 'we' probably being Yang's family, Weiss connected,"looked for Ruby?"
Counting the places on her fingers, the child continued, "Vale, Mistral, Vacuo, we almost didn't bother searching in Altas! But I didn't give up and I came here anyway alone."
Weiss still looked like she wasn't fully comfortable with the idea, and Yang couldn't blame her. Yes, Weiss was a complete stranger to her, but she had taken care of Ruby and by the looks of it, Ruby was happy.
Sighing with one last attempt, she added, "If she doesn't adjust well with her family, I'll bring her back personally." Holding her hand out, Yang smiled. "Deal?"
Weiss looked at the hand but didn't know what to do. On one hand, the seven-year-old was right, Ruby should meet her family, the people who are probably worried sick about her and think that she isn't alive anymore. But on the other hand, could she really trust Yang? This girl just walks into her apartment, throws a box of cookies at her face, teaches Ruby a bad word (unintentionally), and demands that she hands the child over. And then what? She finally decides to be reasonable about it?
However, Ruby was never truly hers in the first place and the child was reaching the age where she needed constant attention, something that was becoming more difficult. Next year she was getting the company, leaving little to no room to watch Ruby. Reluctantly. she shook the child's hand.
"Deal."
The child's smile grew. "Great! We'll be leaving now!"
"Wait what-" Weiss didn't have time to speak as the blonde ran off her seat and sprinted to the bedrooms. Just as Weiss hurried to stand up, the blonde left the hallway with Ruby being carried in her arms bridal style. The younger child looked confused as the blonde opened the door.
"Mama?" she quipped, but the moment she saw the confusion and slight fear in Weiss' eyes, Ruby fidgeted, feeling uneasy. "Mama?" she weakly asked, but the door was kicked shut.
Ruby panicked. "Mama!"
"Ruby!"
The heiress stumbled to get to the door, cursing the cookie boxes Ruby had left behind. When she finally reached the door, she threw it open just in time to see the two children in the elevator, the blonde smirking at the heiress and Ruby squirming to get out of Yang's arms. The steel doors were in the process of closing.
"Mama!"
With a jump, she reached her hand to the elevator button.
"Ru-!"
The doors closed fully. She tried pushing the button multiple times, but it was already on its way down. Her breathing becoming ragged with panic, she looked up to the brightened numbers.
12
11
10
...
"-by…"
She hit her head on the wall above the buttons. She did it again. And again. And again. And again, until she was forced to rest her head when she felt her migraine acting up again.
Trying to stop herself from crying - but failing to do so - she turned back around and entered her room, slamming the door behind her as she fell face-first into the couch. Ruby's program was still on, boxes still littered the floor, untouched eggs were still in the bowl on the counter, and her stomach rumbled. But she didn't care; her little ball of joy was gone from her life.
Tears tickled the corners of her eyes as she nuzzled her face into a pillow.
"I didn't even get to say goodbye…" Slowly, her visions became darker and her mind still ached from her migraine, but it felt numb.
Thunder sounded from outside, causing her to jump up. There was pounding on her door, and she took a quick glance around. Outside it was pouring with the occasional lighting then clap of thunder that followed shortly after. The room was slightly darker than it was before, meaning the storm clouds had finally settled above town.
She stood up quickly, not bothering to think who was at her door when she threw it open. Immediately, when she didn't see anyone, she looked down.
Ruby had tears running down her face, her nose running that she sniffled up and her clothes sopping wet. Yang was in a similar state, but she looked more annoyed and her face had no puffiness of crying.
Bending on her knees, Weiss opened her arms open, happy to see Ruby run into them and wrapped her smaller arms around the woman's neck. Weiss kissed Ruby's head and stroked her hair, feeling a wetness in her shoulder.
Weiss turned to look at the older child, her mouth slightly parted in confusion with a raised eyebrow.
The child, however, couldn't look directly at her and instead kept her eyes a little below Weiss'.
" … It's raining a lot."
Weiss didn't know why she let Yang even step foot near her apartment, but she let her in with no resistance anyway. She led the both of then to the bathroom, turning on the water to fill the tub. Ignoring the way Yang gawked at the size of the porcelain, the white-haired woman opened a cabinet and pulled out two towels, leaving them on the closed toilet lid.
"You two take a bath, I'll make breakfast," she said simply, kissing Ruby's head on the way out and gently closing the door behind her.
Yang stared at the door for a little while before she started to remove her clothes, starting with her pants.
You're weird, Schnee.
Ruby was already in the warm water. The water was up to her mouth, but it didn't hide the pleased smile that adorned her lips, eyes closed in bliss from finally being out of the cold, wet clothes.
Yang didn't say anything when she stepped into the water, but instead looked around. The bathroom walls were white, much like the rest of the apartment, and the tiles that lined the floors were checkerboard. A toilet in the corner, black, fuzzy mats on the tiles, the sink to the right of the toilet, and the bathtub that took up the whole right side of the bathroom.
Slowly nodding her head, Yang whispered, "Nice."
A/N: Unfortunately, that is all I have for now. Next chapter might be a little longer. I'm not sure. I don't even know why I type such short chapters, I just do. Why do I update stories at 12 am, I don't know. Why don't I check my Grammar and spelling in the morning, who knows.
Considering some other junk too, I'm trying to make some sort of updating schedule, but it's not working so well.