Au prompt: Weiss dies, and she's granted five hours to say goodbye before her soul moves on

You've done well in this life, but I can only offer you five hours to make your peace. I cannot grant you your physical form, but I can offer you freedom to roam. Through dreams. Through whispers. Through touch. That is all I can offer.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Weiss looked around seeing nothing, feeling nothing.

You've passed on. Your time is up. I am death and I offer you this gift.

"I'm...dead?" Weiss no longer had emotions in this form, but her tone expressed deep concern. As if this wasn't supposed to be. It was never supposed to be.

Precisely. Do you accept my gift?

"Yes."

Everything came rushing at once. She stood in a room, unsure of how she got there. She looked down at her hands, the only problem being is that she was now spectral. She tried to recall her latest memories, but everything was hazy. So hazy.

Her body was drawn to a particular room. A sleeping blond boy, who seemed restless. On the other two beds laid a red-headed girl and black-haired boy who also gave off restless energy. Weiss, or the spirit of Weiss approached the blond boy at first.

She reached out to him. Her hand touching his head - and instantly she was filled with memories. Memories of this boy named Jaune, a boy who had annoyed her to no end, a boy who had lost his first love, a boy who had saved her and her friends life many times. Jaune. "Weiss?" Jaune mumbled in his sleep. "I'm so sorry...I couldn't save you...this one last time." Was this a dream to him? Was he seeing her?

Weiss took a step back and shook her head. "It's nobody's fault. Don't blame yourself. Get some rest."Jaune turned his body, the restless aura emanating in the room was now lessened. He sighed a little contentedly.

She approached the red-head and the black-haired boy in the same manner. Nora. Lie Ren. These were the names she was given. The memories she shared with them were little, but they had still meant the world to her. "It's okay. I'm okay. Please, get some rest." Weiss had told the two of them. Their tensed bodies seemed to ease up, and as Jaune as sighed contentedly, so had they.

As soon as Weiss had finished up in the room, her body pulled her towards another room. Its aura was beyond anything she could comprehend. In the room were two beds.

One girl laid unconscious, visibly okay. She was younger than the rest of them, her black and red tinted hair was shoulder length. Her breathing steady, but she was beyond drained of any energy. It would take weeks maybe months for her to return to a proper life.

The other, a blonde girl. Her arm was gone. Her breathing laboured. She too, was unconscious. But not like the other girl. This girl...was dying.

Standing watch, were two very awake humans. Well, Weiss didn't know what they were. They had animalistic traits. One black haired girl with cat ears who looked as if she had been sobbing endlessly. As if she knew the blonde girl in front of her was leaving; as she sat by her bedside. The other, a boy with a monkey tail. He was doing his best not to breakdown, but ultimately failing as he quietly sobbed behind his friend...no, lover.

They did not see her. How could they? She was a ghost. She was on the verge of approaching, when she stopped just a few feet away from them. The two of them shivered.

"Yang, please…" the girl sobbed. Weiss looked at the girl on the bed. Weiss frowned, even if she was spectral - something inside her ached. "I could've done something, we all could've." she sobbed - it seemed like her words were going in circles. As if she had done nothing but sit at her bedside for the last few hours and cry these words. "Weiss is gone, we can't lose you too." she cried out.

Another pang in her spectral heart. Weiss. Weiss...that was her was it not? It was true. She was dead.

"Blake, let's get some rest. She's going to be fine. It's Yang." The monkey boy tried to reassure her. His tone, on the other hand was anything less than reassuring.

Blake. The name caused slight bitterness, then warmth inside of her. She was now curious who this girl was to her. Weiss approached both Blake and the Monkey Boy. She touched them simultaneously. They both seemed to shiver at her touch.

Memories of who these two were rushed inside of her mind. Blake and Sun. Night and Day. She now understood where the momentary lapse of bitterness came from when her name was spoken. Along with the warmth of it following through. Sun, on the other hand was more or less an enigma to her. The word "Rapscallion" was once used as an insulting term was now a mere joke with him. Whatever that meant.

"Weiss?" Sun called out, staring directly at her spectral body. Blake turned to look at where he was looking.

"W-Weiss?!" Blake copied Sun, but ultimately saw nothing. Though, she had felt a very strong sense of ease rush through her.

"You should listen to Sun. Get some rest. I'll take care of Yang." Weiss whispered at Blake.

Blake covered her mouth, trying to keep another sob from emitting.

"So, you heard that too?!" Sun said in a near shocklike state. Blake simply nodded and stood up. She knew what Weiss meant.

"Let's go…" Blake's voice was weak, as she walked out of the room. Sun following behind. Taking a glance back at 'Yang' and then to where Weiss had been standing. For a split second, he could make out her form.

"Thank you." he said before leaving the room.

Weiss had turned her attention to Yang. Her aura albeit weak, had called out to her strongly. Weiss couldn't help but feel a connection. Yet, something was telling her to get to her last.

Weiss now looked at the black and red haired girl. Something once innocent, now hardened and prickled like a plastic rose with real thorns. Looking at her caused spite, then a feeling of unity. Weiss approached her and touched her head.

More memories, similar to those of Blake, Jaunes, Suns, Nora's and Ren's filled her mind. Ruby Rose was her name. They were partners. Apart of team RWBY. Together they had fought Salem. Together they had won. At the cost of Weiss's life...and possibly Yang's. Ruby Rose, although once naive and innocent was now a battle-hardened leader. She was responsible and capable.

She now knew they were all at peace in the world. All thanks to their sacrifices.

Her body pulled her towards Yang.

Yang.

She felt hesitant.

The sound of the name filled her with challenge and then...and then...a word she dared to call love. A word so powerful that even as a spectral being had frightened her. She cautiously approached the girl, slowly putting her hand on her head.

Instantly a world filled with warm loved filled her mind. Yang. Yang Xiao Long. Her girlfriend of three years. The girl who she loved most dearly in the world. Together, they had been nearly unstoppable. A duo to be reckoned with. Her perfect match.

Weiss immediately pulled away from the memories and swallowed hard.

She had stood by her bedside for the remaining hours. Yang hadn't moved and neither had Weiss. She simply stared at the girl. Overwhelmed.

An idea ran through Weiss. A simple one.

"Death?" she called out.

Yes?

"May I ask you a question?" Weiss spoke to the air, to an entity she could not see but simply feel around her. An unexplainable feeling, but yet, it taunted her with warmth and comfort. Something she did not understand.

Yes.

"Is Yang going to live? Does she want to live?" Weiss asked curiously, still staring down at her beloved.

Full of questions, are we? To simply put it, her life hangs in the balance. Meaning she can decide to fight for it. Unlike you, she has a chance. As far as her wanting to live. That does not concern me.

Weiss felt the entity disappear. If only for the moment.

This time, without hesitation she stuck her hand atop of Yang's head. "Yang, it's okay to live."

"Not without you." Yang's voice was clear and strong as day, but she was still unconscious as the voice echoed throughout Weiss's mind.

Weiss was momentarily stunned. She stood there, mouth agape.

Just then, a light appeared in the doorway - telling Weiss she was short on time. Very short on time. Soon, she would have to go.

"I love you Yang. Please, wake up." Weiss said her last words, before quickly removing her hands from Yang's head before she could respond. She walked back towards the doorway, where the light stood. Waiting.

"WEISS!" A voice called from behind her, causing Weiss to freeze in her footsteps. She turned her head and noted a spectral Yang. Her soul was no longer attached to her body. As Weiss had noted TWO Yang's...one still on the bed and one chasing her down.

"Yang!? What have you done?!" Weiss turned herself completely now.

Yang now stood, or well hovered over her. "I told you. We're doing this together. We knew what we were getting into. We also made a promise to one another. I'm not letting you go at it alone." Yang was as astute as ever.

"What about Ruby?!" Weiss gestured towards her. Fully knowing that Yang and Ruby were still as close as ever

Yang looked a little guilty. "She'll understand. She's strong and I think she knows that I...I would've wanted this instead." Yang sighed. "So please, tell me that you understand too."

Weiss weakly smiled "Oh Yang…" she trailed off, "I told you I love you, didn't I?" she tried grabbing at Yang's spectral hands, they couldn't actually touch but it felt like a warm sensation as their hands collided. "Whatever universe we're in, whoever we turn out to be, I will always love you. I'll make that promise right now that wherever we go from here that we'll find one another. We will always be together."

Yang smiled widely as they both had said their dues. Together, holding hands, they walked through the light.

"She's beautiful!" A feminine voice called out.

She cried, but she did not know what she was crying out for. She was...alive. A feeling that was so new and intense and something she could not understand, but here she was. Born again.

She was missing something. Something special to her - another thing that she did not understand. She squirmed and cried - as most newborns do.

"What shall we name her?" A manly voice called out, her heartbeat told her it was her father. Her bright green eyes stared up and frantically looked around.

The woman holding her smiled,

"Asami. Asami Sato."