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Glaring at her reflection in the mirror, Weiss hated the light blue hair that she was forced to have. Putting killing Viper at the top of her to do list she huffed. Blue hair and eyes, why did she feel like killing him was too merciful? She even missed the sight of her scar that he'd covered up. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she turned away from the mirror. It wouldn't help her to just stand here and plot his death. The floor length black dress brushed against the floor as she walked from the bathroom.

The soft music playing in the back ground made her sick as she maneuvered around the less than useful party goers. Sliding to a stop beside the refreshment bar she looked around her eyes landing on her brother who looked different than he had the last time she saw him. The smugness that once shined in his eyes was gone replaced with cold indifference that reminded her of their father. Snatching a glass of wine off a serving tray she thought over her options. She couldn't approach him here, yet unlike her, he had no reason to leave fathers side. Sipping her wine, she noticed him wince subtly when their father raised his hand to boast about something.

Fury flowed in her blood so hot she thought she was burning. She knew that look, it was the same one she'd worn until coming to Beacon. The fear of being hit just for breathing. Clutching she glass so tightly in her hand she thought it would break she held herself back from murdering him right here and now. How dare he strike her brother? Taking a deep breath, she forced her anger to cool becoming ice in her veins.

Stalking forward she stayed in the shadows trying to move toward her brother. She had to get him away from father before she could make a move. She would have felt bad for manipulating her brother, but she knew he would have done the same. He had manipulated her before to become the heir to the SDC. She didn't blame him, he was raised to be the way he was.

Once she was behind him Weiss pretended to stumble her glass dropping to the floor shattering. Grabbing his jacket on the way down she collapsed. Whitley cursed internally impacting the floor on his bruised ribs. Sitting up slowly he looked down at the woman who ran into him while ignoring his father yelling.

Weiss looked up meeting his eyes for just a second. He stiffened recognizing her almost instantly. He knew his sister. Ice blue met ice blue and he couldn't keep the shock from shining in his eyes. Why had she come back?

"Whitley," his father snapped causing his gaze to leave his sister. Looking up he shifted so that he was in front of her making sure that he couldn't see her at all. Most of the time he didn't care about his sister but right now he cared. He cared so much because she came back. His big sister came back for him. It made him feel warm but at the same time, he couldn't stop the fear he felt. If their father found her here, what would he do?

"Sorry father," he said indifference in his tone. Hearing a groan behind him he turned back. Weiss was holding her head the picture of a slightly drunken woman as she struggled to push herself up. Standing Whitley offered her his hand the picture of a gentleman. Taking it, she clung to his arm stumbling into his chest to hide her face. Brushing his thumb against her arm gently he said, "I'll escort her out."

His father nodded turning back to his conversation and ignoring his son. Helping his sister to the doors Whitley was surprised with just how good she could convince the people around them that she was drunk. Although it shouldn't be shocking given the fact they were taught by the same person.

"Blue hair sister," he whispered shocked at the color choice and how close it matched her eyes. Well, their eyes. Weiss smirked the expression almost cold. She didn't say anything until they got outside the winter air hitting their skin like daggers. Pulling away from him she straightened throwing a cautious look over his shoulder.

"Whitley, it's good to see you," she said a hint of anger in her voice. He stilled sensing the danger in her voice. It crawled along his skin. Looking at him she smiled the expression slightly dulling the fear he felt. Softening she asked, "how have you been?"

"I'm fine sister," he said dryly. He couldn't tell her about how his father had been acting lately. He couldn't let her know about the bruises. It was a weakness. They'd been taught to never show weakness not even to each other.

"I doubt that," she said trying to wipe the glass shards and wine off her dress. Being unsuccessful she sighed hating that she'd wasted a great dress. She also hated not being able to put a dagger in her father's heart. It would be so easy to kill him right now. Pushing back the thought she said, "or was your flinch back there just for show?"

Freezing he stepped back putting distance between the two of them. She wasn't supposed to know about that, although he didn't think their father handled her gently either. Meeting his eyes, she smiled but it held a sinister light. It was cold and cruel, but he didn't think it was directed at him. Just a feeling.

"I- "

"No, he leaves bruises on you, how dare he touch my brother," she said darkly sounding almost enraged. He could see the anger in her eyes. Crossing her arms, she glanced toward the door again before visibly fighting to control herself. Tapping down on her temper she said, "I came here to warn you. After tomorrow, you won't have to worry about father."

Whitley paled glancing behind him as if the man was going to appear from the shadows. Shifting slightly, he considered his options. He knew why she was telling him this. Going to warn father was out of the question, Weiss would overtake him before he could even get through the doorway. Still, though he didn't know if he should side with his sister. If Weiss won, then he would no longer be the heir. Finally, he turned back around to face her asking, "are you going to kill him."

"Yes," she said simply. The single word unnerved her brother. He'd spent his whole life clawing his way to the top of their family. So, had she so why would she kill their biggest challenge? Seeing the confusion on his face she softened her anger fading into nothing. It almost looked like he didn't know anything about the assassins. Tilting her head, she asked, "you don't know what he did do you?"

"He's father he does what he wants," he said grabbing her arm and pulling her away from the door into a shadowed corner before they could be spotted by a leaving couple. Standing in the shadows he focused on looking at her. She looked different now. Not just without the scar or the short blue hair, but the way she moved.

"Even if it's killing one of us," she asked her voice no louder than a whisper. He stilled his hand dropping from his arm to his side. Shock froze him in place. Was she being serious or was she lying? No, she wouldn't lie about this. Not when it was something, they'd all feared for years. Their father had tried to kill her. His favorite daughter, so then what would he do to Whitley?

White hot anger surged through his blood and suddenly he was very annoyed he didn't know how to fight. How dare that bastard try to hurt his sister? Boiling he leaned back against the metal wall of the statehouse trying to control his temper. He'd never felt this angry before. They may fuss, fight, and manipulate each other but they were family. She was his blood.

"Tell me everything," he ordered surprising her with the amount of anger in his voice. It seemed her brother cared after all. Fighting back a smile she told him about the assassins who'd invaded Atlas Academy. To say he was enraged was an understatement. He wanted to drop his father into the closest dust mine and let the faunus take care of the issue. Pushing down his anger he asked, "what do you plan to do?"

"I made an alliance with the white fang to take out father and the council," she said watching him closely. She saw the brief shot of fear that flashed through his eyes at the mention of the white fang. It was clear he still remembered the assassination attempts and near kidnappings they'd suffered as children. Before he could open his mouth to question her, she said, "I know the leader personally and I trust him."

He closed his mouth knowing that her trust wasn't something she gave away easily. If she could put her faith in these faunus then so could he but he knew there was something she wasn't telling him. It was in the way she'd said the word alliance earlier. Just a quick second when she darted her eyes to the side. The tell was tiny but he knew his sister.

"What aren't you telling me, Weiss," he asked crossing his arms even though it hurt. She smiled sheepishly. That was another thing, when had her smiles became so lighthearted? He'd never seen her smile like this. Weiss considered her options. If she told Whitley about the deal, she'd made with Adam he might decide not to help her but at the same time, he was her brother. If this was truly to be a new chapter in their family's story, she couldn't start it by lying to him.

"The only way Adam would agree to help was by someone in our family agreeing to marry a faunus of his choosing," she told him keeping her eyes on his. Whitley stiffened. For a moment he didn't know why she was telling him this but then his mind connected the dots. He'd heard about her having a lover, father had ranted about it for days, that meant she wouldn't be the one getting married. Winter was still MIA, so that left him. He would be the one marrying a faunus. Fear was the first thing he felt. The white fang had tried to kill him for years and he didn't doubt that the second they finished their vows he'd be dead.

He couldn't breathe. Clutching his chest, he whimpered his vision blurring for a second. He was going to die. Closing his eyes, he tried to block it all out. Leaning back even more for support he tried to slow his breathing. To do something to calm down. Instead, it sped up more. Warmth surrounded him. Weiss hugged her brother tightly her fingers running through his hair the same way they had when he used to curl up in her bed because of nightmares. Slowly he calmed his arms snaking around her waist to hold her for the first time in years.

It was then that he realized that their family was broken. No sibling should be shocked when their hugged or scared when their father came home. Their mother shouldn't be wasting away in the garden singing drunken songs about how life used to be. If this was how real siblings comforted each other then he wanted this. He wanted a sister that wasn't afraid to be close to him.

"I'll leave the garden door open tomorrow night," he whispered before pulling away. All emotion was wiped from his face in an instant a testament to how good his mask was. Reaching out he cupped her face relishing in the small look of surprise she had. Brushing away the makeup covering her scar he released her stepping back. Giving her one last smile he said, "you look better with the scar."

Watching him stalk back into the party like a predator she sighed. Shaking her head in fond amusement she raised her hand touching the scar on her face. It was her greatest act of rebellion. Dropping her hand, she turned away trusting her brother to look after himself.


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