So, Title is a double meaning . . . I kind of like doing those.

Quick chapter, just trying to get back into the swing of things so I decided to throw this one out for fun. next few chapters may be visiting a couple of forgotten couples: Crosshare, Fried Ice Cream and I think some better White Rose fluff is due while it can still be done . . .

So, enjoy the read!


POV: RUBY ROSE

Chapter 29 - The Schnee Makeover.

"So that was your plan the entire time? You realize that if Yang caught you, she just may have beaten you to a bloody pulp, right?"

"Psh! She wouldn't do that to a friend." Nora dismisses after my comment. "Besides, Yang has too much rack to keep up with me"

"While I can't disagree . . . It was reckless, even for you, Nora." Weiss jumps in, taking my side on the situation. "Although since everything worked out in the end . . . it's overlookable. This time, at least."

Team JNPR spent the entire walk back to Beacon explaining Yang's predicament and her need to find a way to give Blake her gifts in as best a way as possible. The entire story and each perspective was able to shed light onto how we all ended up chasing Yang and Nora through the Emerald Forest.

"Well, now that the excitement is over . . . I need to find out who threw my bed out the window." I sigh, remembering the shattering in my heart to see my bed laying in ruins underneath my team's dormroom window.

"Oh, that was Winter." Weiss is quick to say, then holds her hand up to stop me from cutting her off. "She's getting us queen beds that will arrive before the day is done."

"Does that mean each pair will have their own bed? I'm surprised your sister would approve." Pyrrha says nonchalantly.

"Well, it was her that suggested and took it upon herself to execute. I hardly had a say in the matter." Weiss partially sighs and partially groans.

The six of us are already walking through the halls of the dormitory, making our way to our respective rooms. As we make the usual turn at the three-way intersection, we realize that in our quick exits, both of our doors remained wide open.

To make matters worse, it looks like someone took the liberty of going through our room since I can see our bedsheets and pillows sitting on the floor in the center of the hall. Weiss and I immediately run into the room and come to a surprising, and relieving halt when we see the two queen-sized beds that were mentioned earlier were delivered and placed.

On the left side of the room, carefully nudged all the way to the wall is a large bed with black-ice metal textured frame and bedpost. The sheets on top of the mattress are an icy blue and the blanket that is neatly folded on the center displays the center portion of the Schnee emblem. If I were to unfold the blanket, the edges of the Schnee snowflake would extend out and probably reach the ends of the sheet.

However, on the right side of the room, Blake and Yang's new bed frame has a purple hue to it. At first I think the material may be marble, but the purple hue to it throws me off. The way it reflects and has such a sleek look to it makes me continue to think of marble, but the hue of it makes me think amethyst. What truly surprises me is the realization that their sheets are completely black while the blanket is a healthy shade of yellow with Yang's emblem sitting in the center in a bright orange color.

Both bed frames go all the way to the floor, leaving no room to place anything underneath, but to make up for that there are two drawers on the sides of the frames as well as a small shelf built into the headboard, allowing for a way to separate books into three sections, or to use those three spaces for anything that is desired.

I begin to look around the room a little more, noting that the nightstands we have are gone and the contents from inside them are carefully placed on the desk next to the door. It's safe to assume that the shelf space within the headboard and the drawers along the side of the bed frame are meant to be the replacement for the nightstand.

"Winter doesn't take her time on anything." Weiss says is a more bothered than appreciative way. "Once her mind is set on something, she does it."

"That's not really a bad thing . . . besides, the beds look great!" I declare in hopes of cheering Weiss' out of character display of depression over a nice gesture.

"They do look amazing." Pyrrha comments from behind us. I look over my shoulder to see her and the rest of team JNPR peeking in to see our new furniture, but before long they decide to go into their own rooms. Ren from claiming he's tired, Nora deciding to follow him, and Jaune declaring he's had enough of Team RWBY for one day. Pyrrha, not wanting to be the only one left in the hallway follows Jaune inside.

Weiss decides to pick up the pile of sheets left in the hallway and places them off to the side inside the room, then shuts the door. The two of us exchange glances for a moment and in sync we both hear the same sound. To me it sounded like a grunt of some kind, followed by a hiss of pain.

To our surprise the bathroom door is closed - which isn't something that's ordinary since we make it a rule to keep it open to prove its vacancy. Weiss decides to be the one to walk to the door and open it up, leaving us both somewhat shocked at the sight.

"The fuck? Would it kill you to knock, Ice Queen!?" The voice of the familiar, loud, and angry cheetah faunus greets us.

"For one this is our room. Now why are you here?" Weiss sighs and places a hand on her forehead. It's clear she wasn't prepared to deal with Shun today.

"Combing my hair . . . I needed one of Sunflower's brushes. I got her this good metal one here." Shun says and starts to wave the brush in the air. "Damn bristles feel like a dry toothbrush. Only thing that could tame Yang's hair . . . and probably the only thing that'll help me with mine."

"You don't exactly have a lot of hair to deal with. Why would you need a brush like that?"

"Yeah, well . . . it doesn't exactly need scheduled maintenance." Shun counters and hands Weiss the brush. "I usually wake up, press it down and toss a little hairspray in. Not much to do since it's short."

Weiss, still being skeptical decides to take the brush and make an attempt at combing through the orange mane. Much to my surprise, I can see Weiss start to struggle with each stroke of the brush, and eventually Weiss' agitation makes her stop completely.

"What do you use as hairspray!? GLUE!?" the heiress shouts and leaves the bathroom with a sigh.

"Exactly . . . so let me work this out a bit. I won't be long."

"Who said I was giving up? Come and sit. You obviously need someone who manages their hair properly . . . and I keep my hair perfect at all times." Weiss gloats, but she isn't wrong to be honest. Weiss' hair is a shining white, and the many times I've tossed and curled my fingers through it only one word has come to mind: silk.

Weiss has a morning ritual, and part of it is taking proper time to comb her hair and make sure all of the parts along her scalp are proper. If she detects a single split end, she'll do her best to fix it, and if all else fails she'll take time to cut her hair and make sure everything is even and unnoticeable.

"I'm perfectly capable of fixing my own hair, Ice Queen." Shun rolls her eyes, not moving an inch from the bathroom.

"Yes, you are. However, if you're trying to impress my sister I suggest you accept my help." Weiss counters as if she was expecting Shun's response already.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I just want to fix my hair. I ain't got plans with-"

"Winter would never make someone stay with her that she doesn't need. The fact that she stopped you from joining us in the chase gave it all away. You can deny it, but I am 95% certain that your attempt to fix your appearance is because of her . . . Now let me brush your hair."

When Weiss is done talking Shun doesn't say a word. Instead the faunus girl quietly walks over towards the two of us and sits with her back against the bed, between Weiss' legs. Weiss wastes no time and starts to attack the messy head of hair with obvious effort put into her motions.

"This is disturbing . . . have you showered yet?" Weiss questions, probably thinking of an alternative solution.

"Was gonna do that a little later."

"Do you have a change of clothes nearby?"

"I got a small backpack in the bathroom. Why?"

"Take a shower and use my conditioner." Weiss commands and starts to nudge the faunus away. "It's a special de-tangler . . . I could use my own comb afterwards to take care of your hair without worrying about breaking my wrist."

I expect there to be a lengthy argument about Weiss bossing her around, but Shun quietly rises and steps into the bathroom without any word. Within seconds I can hear the shower running, leaving Weiss and I a few minutes of alone time.

"How did you know she was trying to look nice for Winter?" I decide to ask now that Shun is out of earshot.

"Winter messaged me earlier saying she will be using my Vale housing for the evening. It wasn't hard to put the clues together. While I doubt anything will come of it, it should at least improve my sister's view of this 'gamin' as she's chosen to address our attitude-filled faunus.

"I wouldn't have put all that together." I admit and lay back, spreading myself out with my arms and legs apart to enjoy the more spacious bed.

Weiss decides to join me and lays her head on my stomach, laughing while she looks at the ceiling. A random giggle from her is acceptable, but for her to burst into full on laughter manages to startle me just a bit.

"What's so funny?" I lift my head just in time to see Weiss wipe a tear away from her eye from laughing so much. Her hands are pressed firmly on her torso while she grips her abdomen. From my angle I can only see the left side of her face, but she turns her head to look at me with one of her brighter and more welcoming smiles.

"For the longest time I thought the ceiling was blue . . ." Weiss says, making me raise an eyebrow in surprise.

"But the ceiling is white."

"Exactly . . . my ceiling has always been the bottom of your mattress!" Weiss manages to get out before bursting into laughter yet again.

Thinking about it now, ever since day 1 in Beacon, Weiss has been underneath my bed. Anytime she lays down to rest or sleep, my mattress is the closest sight she has, especially since she prefers to sleep on her back.

"Well," I look up at the ceiling, realizing something myself. "It looks more spacious down here . . . I kind of like it."

"Although I think we may need to take out those ceiling hooks. They make the ceiling look atrocious now."

What Weiss is talking about are the four hooks that I placed myself to help suspend my bed with rope. Without any need for them they clash greatly with the pearly white color of the ceiling since they're the standard metal color.

"Can we take them down later? I'm comfy." Weiss shakes her head at me and reaches her left hand to brush a couple of her fingers through my hair.

"You're lucky I'm just as tired as you. If we didn't have company I'd probably be asleep by now." Weiss admits.

"Would it be a Weiss decision to sleep in the middle of the day? You just Schnee how bad an idea it is for your sleep schedule." I say, deciding to throw in two puns of my own, resulting in a death glare from Weiss.

"Ugh! You and Yang can be such Enablers!"

Instantly I throw my hand over Weiss' mouth in complete shock. I can feel the sweat leaving my pores.

"Weiss, you can never call me and Yang Enablers . . . That's just asking to get hunted down." I gulp

"Hunted down by who? Yang?" Weiss questions with a very skeptical raise of her eyebrows.

"If I told you . . . it would break our dimension." I warn her.

"Okay . . . Don't tell me then?" Weiss shrugs her shoulders and starts to look up at the ceiling again, at least until the bathroom door is swung open with authority.

"Now that's some real nice water! That massage setting really dug into my shoulders." The loud Faunus announces. "Alright, I used the conditioner you had in there and didn't dry my hair . . . Was that right?"

"That's exactly what I needed." Weiss answers, then begins to sit herself up. With her head on my stomach I haven't been able to get a clear view of Shun, but the moment Weiss sits up and turns her head, the two of us completely freeze at the sight.

"You flirtatious feline! Put on some clothes this instant!" Weiss screams at the top of her lungs.

"Why the fuck should I? We're women, right? You seen a pussy's pussy before, ain'tcha? Ain't either one of you go to a gym or somethin'?" Shun defends with a barrage of questions

"I am not going to touch your hair if you do not at least put on a bra and panties" Weiss growls, clearly not pleased at the lack of decency.

"You're acting like I'm tryin'a shove my twat in ya face. I'm not into you like that." The back and forth argument leaves me covering my mouth with one hand and gripping my stomach with the other to help me through the current laughing fit.

Seeing another woman naked isn't that big an issue to me . . .although I will admit that if I don't know them well enough I do get caught off guard. Seeing Coco standing proud in all of her glory was a little too much for me, but I think I've known Shun long enough that I'm not too affected. Just by a glimpse I can tell her chest is slightly bigger than my sister's, which is odd since I've always thought her chest was more along Blake's level. On top of that, her abdomen definitely has more definition than my sister's. I would say the only person that puts her torso to shame is Sun.

Since Weiss seems to be increasing in discomfort, I decide to lean over and whisper something in her ear for her to say that may level the playing field just a bit. It'll either be a hit or miss, but it will definitely be worth the shot.

"Um . . . " Weiss looks at me with a raised eyebrow, then turns her head back to Shun. ". . . Do you wear a compression bra?"

Without another word, the faunus disappears into the bathroom, emerging once she's in a pair of black boyshorts and a compression bra to verify my suspicions.

"Shit, I almost forgot about that . . . last thing I need is to fuck up my back." Hito nods her head to noone in particular and takes her seat on the floor with her back towards Weiss.

Knowing that Weiss is going to need her usual brush and comb, I decide to get up and go through the slightly disorganized pile on our writing desk. I'm able to find her brush and take a moment to admire the pearly white handle with the Schnee crest glistening on the back in the usual ice-blue hue. To match that, the bristles are the same color of blue.

I then look around for her comb. In comparison to the brush, her comb is a plain light-blue color but then again, how can you make a comb fancy?

"Umm, do you need anything else, Weiss?" I ask and hold up the brush and comb in my left hand to show her what I've gathered so far.

"That'll do for now. I need to get her hair under control . . . I feel like the only thing I could use is a weed wacker at this point." Weiss says to me but gives a cheeky look out the corner of her eye to the faunus seated between her legs.

"Nobody said you have to help me. If you're gonna be an asshole about it, I rather do it myself." The faunus growls.

"Loosen up." Weiss sighs, taking the brush from me when I get close enough and begins to slowly rake the bristles through the mass of wet hair. "Now that I think about it . . . want me to do your hair too, Ruby?"

The thought of laying my head on Weiss' lap while she brushes my hair brings the biggest smile to my face. Is it odd I find the image romantic?

"Mhm!" I respond then move to my feet. "May as well grab a shower too, then. I'll be out in a jiffy!"

I move towards the window to go through my drawers, searching for a comfortable outfit to wear after my shower. While I'm searching for my clothes, my ears perk to Weiss asking me a question.

"When was the last time I brushed your hair? I can't recall."

"Umm . . . never?" I shrug and look over my shoulder to Weiss who stops mid brush of Shun's hair.

"Never?" Weiss repeats, somewhat shocked at my answer.

"Never." I repeat.

"Right . . . you're always using my shampoo so I just assume I brushed your hair as well. Take your shower and I'll take care of yours next . . . it's a nice way to relax. I need a manicure now that I think about it."

"Pedicure's are more my thing." Shun jumps into the conversation. "Did you ever catch up to Sunflower?"

"We did, and she's currently having a picnic with Blake."

"Good for her. Hopefully my night goes alright."

"Well, you're probably the first Faunus to have a Schnee as a stylist. I think you're as far ahead of the game as can be." Weiss says, yet again gloating at how good she is when it comes to hair, and probably anything that involves improving appearances.

I love it when she gets confident.