Summary: Ruby and Weiss tells their daughter intricate tales of how they met.
*It's a storyception.
"Mom, how did you meet mother?"
A clear, childlike voice broke through the clamor coming from the television. Ruby and Weiss simultaneously glanced at their teenage daughter, Rosa. They were sitting on the couch together when she randomly sprung the question.
Ruby lowered the volume and shifted in her seat, her cushion sinking more towards one side than the other when she faced Rosa.
"Why do you ask?"
"My friends and I at school were sharing how our parents met. Even though we all know I'm adopted... They still wondered how you two met. I couldn't really give a proper answer because —" Rosa just ended it with a shrug as she honestly never knew how her adoptive parents met.
"Well," Weiss started off. She had also turned to face their daughter considering Ruby and herself sat at the opposite ends of the couch. "We were —"
"Wait!" Ruby swiftly cut her off. "I want to tell her." She gave her wife a toothy grin.
Weiss held up her hands up, surrendering and giving Ruby permission and rights. She just leaned back into the corner of the couch and waited for her wife to tell their tale.
"You're both more than welcome to share the story," Rosa mumbled.
"Don't mumble honey," Weiss chided. "Always speak up."
"Yes mother," Rosa dragged out a long sigh as it was probably the thousandth time her mother nagged her for it. She was a stickler.
"It was actually pretty cool how we met," Ruby tore a mischievous smile. Weiss raised an eyebrow because to her memory, it wasn't that cool. They were childhood sweethearts.
Rosa fidgeted on the couch, growing more excited with anticipation.
"This is how it went."
It was night and Ruby wheezed heavily. Despite how she finally got the taste of fresh air, she was tired from constantly running. Her legs were sore and her muscles were feeling a little tight. She had been running for hours and it wasn't any better when the cold air nipped and picked at her skin.
She ran with a worn out black tank top. It would've been a better choice to wear the tacky colored jacket that she had tied around her waist, but she hated how she looked in it. Orange did not suit her.
Ruby raced down the streets and hid underneath the darkness in the alleyway. As she laid low, multiple beams of light unknowingly passed by her. Loud sirens boomed but eventually waned when they lost sight of her. They drove too far off into the distance.
Cautiously, Ruby made her way into a dinky bar on the other side of town. Even though it wasn't the most optimal place to hide, it was the best option she had. She knew the people there and she knew no one would dare come anywhere near to that dangerous part of town.
When Ruby did arrive, she pulled the door open with a smile shining on her face. It had been awhile since she last came to the bar. Nothing changed as it looked the same as always. A television sat at the top corner of the place, tasteless music poured into the room in a low beat, and customers sat and drank to their heart's content.
As she strode in to greet an old friend who bartend, she recognized two annoying individuals pestering a young lady. By the look on the woman's face, she seemed she wanted to be left alone so she can enjoy what looks like the drink Red Like Roses.
"Are they bothering you Miss?" Ruby approached the two men and tightly gripped their shoulders.
Ruby watched how the woman's eyes glanced at the tattoo on her arm and the orange uniform she had going on. To be fair, Ruby couldn't blame her if she was judging her outfit.
She literally came out of prison.
"You're lying," Rosa flatly interrupted her mom.
"What do you mean?" Ruby couldn't help but grin at the story she told.
"First of all," Rosa began. "You don't have a tribal tattoo on your biceps. Second, I know for sure you're not some wanted criminal. And third, really...? Prison?"
"Okay, I may have over exaggerated the story by a bit," her mom confessed with a snicker.
"A bit?" Rosa deadpanned. She wasn't a young child. Sure she was in high school but she wasn't that gullible to believe such a story.
"Maybe more..."
"Since mom won't tell me the story..." Rosa turned to her other trusted parent for answers. She gave a pleading look to her mother, hoping she wouldn't pull her leg
"Okay..." Weiss relented with a half smile to Ruby's absurd story. Though, that half-smile soon contorted into an impish expression. "Here is what actually happened."
Weiss blushed heavily when she stood naked in the shower in the early morning. Out of habit, she sang while she showered. But she never expected her apartment walls to be thin until her neighbor sang with her.
She felt embarrassed. The lyrics she sang was far from a love song or a happy tune. It wasn't suited for children since the whole context was about sex.
But overlooking the vulgarity, her neighbor did have a beautiful voice. She threw it on a whole new level as she sang it in her own way. Despite how it was different, it was perfect. She had that rasping tone that Weiss loved. It was too good that even Weiss could've came right there.
"Um..."
Was only thing that Weiss could vocalize. Her voice croaked but she blamed it on the steamy shower for messing with her speech.
However, Weiss sighed when she heard a rusted squeak from the other side of the wall and then silence. Her neighbor probably fled out of sheer embarrassment. Weiss was hoping to strike a better impression considering how she just recently moved here. But that option was probably out the window.
Weiss climbed out of the shower and let out another heavy sigh as she sat on her bed. Her mind debated whether or not to leave soon or much later. She needed to walk to work but running into her neighbor right now would probably be awkward. Weiss reconsidered her options and decided on the latter.
She patiently waited to hear the sound of a closing door before she left. It wasn't too far of a walk but it was quite the distance. When she took off and reached her destination, she pulled open the door despite how it said 'closed.'
"Excuse me," Weiss said politely as she looked around. She noticed two women staring back at her when she strode in.
"Hi! You must be Weiss!" The blond woman extended her hand as a form of greeting and Weiss took it.
"Yes, I am."
"Great!" She shot a thumb over her shoulder. "That's my sister, Ruby. She also works here by the way."
"Hey," Ruby smiled and shortly waved at her.
Ruby had stared at her for awhile, probably judging her capabilities. It was expected considering she was a new hire. A woman by the name of Yang had hired her to sing at a bar but she had heard many great tales about how there was another singer that graduated from a prestigious music school
"No," Rosa said with a straight face. "Auntie Yang does not own a bar."
"How would you know what Yang did back in the days," Weiss retorted. "I'm sure she didn't tell you her entire life story. She could've been in prison for all we know."
"Because I know mom can't sing," Rosa replied dryly. Her face said that she wasn't convinced at all with the story. "Have you even heard mom sing? She would've flunked out of music school."
"Hm... Good point." Weiss nodded her head in agreement.
"Hey!" Ruby exclaimed. "I am a fantastic singer." She then waved a finger at her daughter. "I changed your diapers and sang nursery songs to you young lady."
"And your singing sounds like mother with a horrific cold," she wittily remarked.
Ruby exaggerated a dramatic gasp in offense. "You know..." She raised an eyebrow towards Weiss. "She learned this all from you. I remember how she used to be all cute. She would always chase me around the house for attention. Now, she's an... Adolescent."
"I'm a fantastic mother," Weiss flashed a smile. She proudly patted Rosa on the head in which her daughter leaned in and accepted.
"So... Am I going to know the actual story?"
"Fine," Ruby droned out.
With that devilish smile on her mom's face, Rosa knew she had every right to be skeptical.
Ruby strode down the streets in her gaudy reaper outfit. There were a bunch of clashing noises echoing around and about, but she ignored them all. She wasn't interested to watch who was fighting. Preferably, she would rather handle things in a nonviolent manner if that was an option.
As Ruby continued to search for fresh souls, she came across someone leaning against a building bleeding excessively. She noticed the woman's hand went to apply pressure against the wound but it didn't do much good.
"Are you okay?" Ruby quickly raced to her side. She noticed how majestic the woman looked — the opposite of her kind.
"Great." By the tone of the woman's voice, she seemed rather displeased upon Ruby's presence. "Out of all the people I have to meet."
"Just because we're different doesn't mean we need to be at each other's throat," Ruby frowned as she tore a piece of fabric from her cloak.
"What are you doing?" The woman narrowed her eyes at her.
"Bandaging you up!" Her soft lips stretched into a lopsided smile when she knelt down to the woman's level.
"No I don't need your help!" She growled.
"Oh shush woman. Don't be stubborn." Ruby forced the hand to the side and Weiss hissed at the pain. She winced but couldn't put up a fight as she was already fatigued.
Ruby carefully wrapped the fabric around the woman's waist to keep her from bleeding to death.
"It's Weiss..." She said. "Not woman."
"Nice to meet you Weiss. I'm Ruby." The smile on her face did not shy away as it grew wider. It was unexpectedly warm. "There. You should be better. It might not be much but that should slow the bleeding."
"Thank you," Weiss mumbled out.
Ruby paused and stared right at her, her eyes showing signs on concern.
"What?" Weiss asked straight out.
"Will you be okay?" Her voice came out soft.
"I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'll be okay."
Ruby cocked her head again, unconvinced but she brushed the thought aside. If Weiss said she would be okay, then she should trust her.
"Why did you help me?" Weiss questioned skeptically. "Are you planning to hold it against me?"
"I just want to that's all," Ruby shrugged. "No strings attached. Maybe we can be friends if you can get passed the whole Grim Reaper and the Angel thing." Her hand rolled in circles to emphasize that their difference in kind and title held no meaning to her. "Well... I should go now before someone sees me. Stay safe Weiss!"
"Really? This story is just as absurd as the first one!" Rosa exclaimed in exasperation, her expression wrinkled in disbelief.
"I think it'll make a really great story," Ruby adamantly defended. "Don't you think so Weiss?"
"I have to agree with your mom on this one," Weiss admitted. "It does sound like a lovely story despite how far fetch it may be."
"Angels... Grim reaper... At least make it more believable," Rosa pouted. "I thought it was some kind of Halloween story, but then it just got weirder. I swear you guys are never going to tell me."
"Oh honey," Weiss stroke her cheek. "We'll tell you."
Rosa pulled her face away. Her mother was coddling her. She was too grown up and mature to be coddled despite only being a teenager. "Yeah... You mean tell me eventually," she corrected her.
"Want to hear it?" Weiss offered a smile.
"I'll bite."
Weiss blinked as she stared dumbly at her surroundings.
For some strange reason, she was out in a park. She didn't remember leaving school. Everything felt surreal to her.
A dog ran up to her and barked excitedly.
It demanded for attention and for that frisbee in her hands. Weiss had no idea how the disc ended up within her grasps. But minor details, she was living the dreams! She always wanted a dog. They were cute. They were fluffy. They were adorable. They were affectionate.
Weiss then blinked and her dream shattered. The dog was no longer there and she blankly stared at her students.
She had no idea what just happened.
"Yeah... No," Rosa rolled her eyes. "This story is a sham too. You were never a school teacher."
"I think if your mother was a school teacher, she would've gave you detention," Ruby chuckled.
"I'm a good student," Rosa humphed. "Mother would never."
"I would to keep all those boys away," Weiss quirked a brow. "Don't think I didn't noticed when I pick you up from school. They swarm around you like flies."
"M-Mother!" Rosa flustered.
"Maybe I should invest in those salt gun shooters," Ruby hummed contemplatively. "It'll keep them away. Maybe put them down for good."
"M-Mom!"
"Honey I'm only kidding," Ruby laughed. "I'm not that overprotective."
"I am," Weiss confessed while maintaining a dead serious expression.
Rosa shrunk into the couch.
"If a boy dares to hurt you, I will tear his head off."
She shrunk further at her mother's declaration. "Really?" She squeaked and turned to her mom for her input.
"I'd just punch them," Ruby just nonchalantly shrugged. "I've done it before."
"Seriously?" Rosa squeaked much higher than the previous and turned to her mother for confirmation.
"She actually did," Weiss vouched for her, also shrugging like it was no big deal.
"Can we... Can we just get back to the story?" Rosa muttered quietly, a bit horrified that her parents were more than a tad protective. She folded her arms and slid down into the couch, imitating a pout that Ruby could only possibly do.
"We're childhood sweethearts," Ruby finally admitted when she couldn't say no to that face.
"Really?" Rosa lit up when she was starting to get the story she looked for. She turned to mother to see whether or not mom was lying, but mother just casually nodded.
"We met when we were kids."
Ruby was happily digging into the sand to get to the other side of the world. She was curious to see what lied on the opposite side and was determined to do so. She had a feeling she was getting closer and closer despite only shoveling a few inches deep.
In the middle of her endeavor, she noticed a girl fidgeting at the corner of her eyes. The little girl watched her idly and quietly while tugging the edge of her dress.
"Want to dig too?" Ruby beamed happily as she offered her shovel. She needed another companion to help her dig. One person wasn't cutting it.
The girl meekly nodded. She plopped to the side and took the shovel from Ruby's hand.
"I'm Ruby!" She gave a toothy grin. She patiently waited for the shy girl to introduce herself.
"Weiss..." The girl murmured.
Weiss began to dig but at a much slower pace than Ruby had been doing.
"Want to be my friend?"
Weiss timidly glimpsed up. "Friend...?"
Ruby had never stopped smiling. "Yeah! We can be friends!"
"Mm," Weiss didn't put much thought into it when she decided. "Okay!"
They dug together in silence but enjoyed each other's company.
"You think this is good enough?" Ruby studied the hole they dug together. It wasn't that deep. But it was deep enough to give someone a sprain ankle if they stepped in it.
"For what?" Weiss asked, confused what Ruby was trying to get at.
"To jump to the other side of the world silly!"
Weiss had a blank look on her face. "I don't think so..."
"It's worth a try!" It didn't deter Ruby. She grabbed Weiss' hand and tugged her into the hole.
They ended up in Narnia.
"And... I'm done." Rosa just got up from the couch and started to walk out of the living room.
"But we're just getting to the best part!" Ruby whined.
"Nope!" It did little to convince Rosa.
"I was going to tell you how we battled monsters and how I rescued Weiss in the end."
"There's no such thing as Narnia!" Her daughter shouted.
Ruby and Weiss giggled as they watched their daughter stomp away to her own room. Weiss scooted across the couch and leaned into Ruby, the latter throwing an arm around her shoulders.
"You think we teased her too much?" Weiss hummed, her head shifting so she can look into her wife's eyes.
"Nah," Ruby sniffed. She nuzzled her chin on top of Weiss' head and pulled her closer into her arms. They adjusted their position, Weiss now leaning back between Ruby's legs as they laid horizontally on the couch. "We'll tell her eventually."
"We did technically told her part of it." Weiss shifted to get more comfortable. "It wasn't a lie that we knew each other since we were children."
Ruby started playing with her hair, her cheek now nuzzling down her neck. Pleased with Ruby's affection, Weiss tilted her head and offered more of her neck. Her wife happily accepted; she planted a loving kiss and trailed it to her cheek before meeting her lips.
"Get a room you two!"
The two briefly pulled apart when they heard their daughter shouting from her room. Even though Rosa wasn't physically present to witness their romance, she could still hear them. They shared a quiet laugh together. Sometimes they love to embarrass their daughter.
"Maybe we shouldn't tell her," Ruby reconsidered. Her hand pulled the platinum hair to one side and she reached for the silver chain around Weiss' neck.
"Why?" Weiss felt the chain move from a single touch and she silently smiled.
She watched Ruby pull out the small trinket hidden underneath her shirt. It still retained its old color as it was partially rubbed from the past. It was a little worn out as they aged with it but Ruby still admired the small apple shaped pendant.
"Cause I know it'll bug her."
"Oh that's a little too cruel," Weiss stifled a chuckle. "Do you remember how we met? We were neighbors. When my parents saw you, they immediately jumped on the idea of play dates. Eventually, you had to move away."
Ruby pulled the pendant to her lips and kissed it. It was the same chain that bound them together over a promise.
"Pfft. Like I'd ever forget."
Did you guys see that coming? This popped in my head when I was in the middle of writing someone's prompt.
If Weiss and Ruby ever have children in my stories, Blanc is used in the RWBY universe and Rosa is used for modern AU.
To actually understand and maybe even grab a little chuckle the entirety of this story, you pretty much need to read the rest of the chapters in A Meadow of White Roses (Hence storyception!). But this mainly goes back to chapter 5. Seeing that the ending did little to heal your masochistic hearts, I figure it'll be nice to put a happy ending to it.
Prompt suggestion now closed.
As always, reviews are appreciated.