Chapter 43: Revoltade

Spa day, ladies and gentlemen! A mother and her daughters!

"But I did nothing wrong, mother! You've got to believe me, Klein believes me!"

Her daughter was lying again. It was such a bad thing. She really couldn't give a damn anymore, the shame burning inside her. Her daughter had raped someone who should have been free to make his own choices in the world, not be saddled with a child at seventeen!

"You may insist, Winter, but until you are showing, you are not to leave my sight. We will have a nice day today at the spa with Weiss's team and the boy that she likes, and you will be civil and polite, even if he stares at you like a hunk of meat and makes you uncomfortable. You are a Schnee, my daughter and you will not shame me."

She wasn't having any of her bratty daughter's antics, no matter what. It wasn't Winter who she had expected such defiance from, but it had apparently been a bad call on her part. Whitley seemed to be positively glowing after he had come back from his date that wasn't a date.

To see her boy smile like that and notice the faint smudge on his cheek that couldn't be hidden was enough to bring warmth to her heart. She knew her makeup and he hadn't properly removed it with the tissue he'd undoubtedly grabbed upon seeing his reflection. She should give him a package of condoms. One never knew what sort of accidents might occur.

"Mother, please."

There was a plea in her dear daughter's voice, as the butler puffed his chest out as if he was going to say something.

"Winter, as I've told you before… What you did was unforgivable. It's a child, Winter. Not some toy that you can throw away. It's my first grandchild."

Weiss didn't even know yet. It had been secret between the three of them, as well as General Ironwood, who would not comment on it, no matter what. It would have been news, but the man had spun it as 'leave for the Vytal Festival', something that was fairly obvious given her daughter's utter lack of taking holiday leave off.

"I'm not pregnant, mother. I still have my monthly flow. I didn't do anything."

She shook her head, not believing a word of it. Unless she saw it herself or heard confirmation, Winter was lying. Her own daughter, so easily lying to her own mother. She had gone wrong raising Winter, and she would do whatever she could to correct the course, if it was like this.

'Winter, Weiss…'

Weiss was to be wed around the time that the Vytal festival had concluded, all thanks to her husband. Anger flashed through her mind as her face was set in a grim look. Her body ached with the frustration spiking through her system, as her face kept carefully in that set look of disapproval.

"Finish your breakfast, daughter. It is time that we are to meet Weiss and her friends. I do hope that you will not act out… or I will have to punish you. Your father does not know yet. What would he think about you getting a young Huntsman's child, hm?"

Winter's face looked aghast, as Willow's body shifted a little. Jacques would hardly care until the child was born, and if it was male, he would make it the tertiary heir, if Whitley for some reason disappointed. With the kiss marks on his skin, it most definitely looked like her baby was coming out of his shell…

'Condoms, indeed. I will have to send Klein to the store to buy some for Whitley…'

"Could you go to the store to fetch some condoms, Mister Sieben? I feel that Whitley might have a use for them, if his girlfriends keep pressing like that."

The man's smile was genuine and caring, something that she had personal respect for. The man was an effective butler, but in the case of caring for the family, he had more or less become a paternal figure for her daughters, not so much her son. The man would do as she asked.

"Whitley has girlfriends? Did father…"

Her daughter did not understand, which was probably a fault in her education. The military did not give people the grounding in the art of tact, but rather obedience. Her daughter was disobedient and a child, not fit to be able to walk around without a guardian. She'd gone wrong with too much leeway, and her daughter was now pregnant.

"Oh, your father does not know yet. Mister Arc took Whitley out on a little trip, incited by your father's word, in order to give Whitley experience… Or, as your father would put it, to bait the trap for the fat boar."

Winter looked a little amazed as if that was news to her. The girl had fucked her man and gotten pregnant, but the thought of her younger brother being popular with the girls was something strange? He was a Schnee by blood, they were a special kind of people.

"Oh, I… do you know them?"

She looked at her daughter, giving her a modest look. It was obviously an attempt to connect, something that was a little more than just a distraction, but there was still the fact that her daughter had done something so wrong…

'I guess it is up to me to be the better woman…'

It was a wrong thing to think of her own daughter as competition for the young man who had raised her from the mire of alcohol and despair, but it was sadly how she thought of it. It wasn't her fault that Jaune was someone who clearly had been assaulted by her daughter's foolish desire to copulate with a young man who simply told her no.

"No, but they sounded like average teenage girls. I don't think they even know that he's rich."

That was a thing, indeed. That Whitley could attract two girls to be interested in him was just the proof that, with a bit of guidance, the youngest of her children could be blossoming.

'A father figure… or perhaps an older brother figure.'

It wasn't something that she'd mind, really. If Jacques were to magically disappear by some stroke of cosmic luck, she would enter the battlefield of love. Winter's little slip-up could be shoved under the rug and the child passed off as a 'fling' with 'mistaken identity'.

After all, looking as fine as she did, she should not be worried about her man getting stolen away from her by her daughter, indeed.

"His bodyguards are with him, in case you were worried. I do make sure that my boy is perfectly safe, Winter… Even if you seem to forget the safety when it comes to spreading your legs before a young man and undoubtedly traumatizing him. You will be apologizing to him, Winter Schnee."

Her daughter's eyes were pained, but there was no fire, no explosion. The girl's attitude was unsuitable for an heir and she was glad that Weiss had the sense to find herself some boy-toy who she appreciated the looks of, because her marriage might sour those thoughts swiftly.

'Oh, I am not happy, Jacques. It would be a hard sell, but of course… Privileges allowed in Atlas are privileges allowed in Atlas. Weiss still has the Atlesian Nationality.'

She walked to the car, wearing a light white dress, clinging to her form. Her eyes looked to the heavens, noticing the threatening rainclouds, Winter dressing formally in a set of clothing that looked like they would not be out of place in a semi-military parade, the style all uniform and clear-cut. Sometimes, she wondered whether her daughter had ever worn something exciting and thrilling, but that thought brought to mind ill-suited thoughts.

Sienna had sent her a picture that definitely was more candid than expected. Jaune looked most certainly a little pressed, with a caption of

'Wish you were here.'

Below it, Sienna giving the cattiest of smiles, just because she was getting some. A little pattern of marks on his chest spelled out SIENNA, and from the space below it that she'd left open, her name probably could have been traced.

'Not with this business… The poor guy must've been too hurt to tell Sienna about what had happened.'

"Winter, get in the car."

Her daughter obeyed without question. Perhaps today would be a good day. It might be a day to reconnect, to gossip about the cute boy that Weiss had her eye on and be a family…

'Sienna would just chew you up and spit you out like dinner…'

Sienna would just go mad if she heard that someone claimed her boyfriend. Sienna had first dibs, but there was a tacit agreement between the two of them now, something that meant that there was… understanding, so to say.

She got in as well, her hand pulling out the small bag where she kept her makeup in, starting to add some touches to her skin that weren't needed for the first few bits, but would make her skin look a little more radiant. The lack of sleep and ruminating about her daughter the rapist was something that was showing in the bags under her eyes, even with her rejuvenated body already having that step towards something remotely accepting perfection in it.

"Mother, I… I may have made an error, and-"

Willow's eyes snapped to her daughter, the red lipstick that she applied to her lips finished with a single stroke, a soft hiss coming from her lips, as she put the tube back into the bag, her tongue licking over the lip that she hadn't worked on yet, her eyes meeting her daughter's as she turned to her daughter.

"An error, Winter Schnee, is not a picture with your face next to a penis, nor is it a lewd picture of yourself sent to the father of your child's Scroll mailbox, Winter. I have no words for what you have done. You would be dead if you were not my daughter, Winter."

Winter didn't get it. Sienna would beat the ever-loving fuck out of Winter if she knew. Sienna was an animal in some ways that Willow never got herself, especially when she got drunk. A drunken Sienna could lead to the greatest amusement when she started to bawl about her own problems and her interpretation of said resolutions (Many beatings) and (negotiations whilst trying to work off the hangover) but it could also lead to a tirade about how unfair it is to see people oppressed. Sienna Khan had the heart for her people that many people would think to be lacking.

"Who would be trying to go after me?"

Her lips thinned. The girl did not see the problem in front of her. Jaune Arc was an eligible bachelor, as far as her husband knew. It would not be unfeasible that she would be wed to Jaune by force or coercion.

"I know a few people who are more than a little affected by the actions of Jaune Arc, daughter. Have you not noticed just how many people know the name of the Hero of Vale? His actions during the Docks incident have placed him in a similar bracket as his partner Pyrrha Nikos. He makes waves, daughter. This admission of the eldest Schnee despoiling the young man's innocence and purity would make the stocks drop… And your father would not be very happy with that."

Winter looked a little pale around the nose, as she took a deep breath, her eyes looking dubious, doubting something that was apparently apparent to her, but not to her dearest mother. That look was Winter being indecisive about something.

"What if I marry him? It can be a-"

'Oh no, you fucking won't be marrying the man I want to marry.'

Willow gave a deep dark sound in the back of her throat, something that made Winter inch back a little, her eyes glinting with fear, as Willow looked at her with a gaze that bore her full wrath.

"You dare to suggest that he, as a young man with his whole life ahead of him, marry a woman, and I say that as a mere statement of your age of twenty-two, who has raped him, taken his liberty and has the sheer audacity to comment on it like there is nothing wrong with marrying someone who he should, by all reason, despise?"

Her voice was frosty and cold, as she gave her daughter a glare, her eyes not even giving an inch.

"Were you just born stupid or did the military just drain all of your intelligence out of your brain? I didn't raise a stupid girl and your father would not even think twice before you would be wed."

Winter gave a soft whimper, Willow knowing that she'd scared her daughter, but this was supposed to be a fun day, before the worries for Weiss' marriage would take over. Thunder boomed above them in the skies, the overcast weather starting to threaten to rain down on them.

She had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling.

She stepped out of the car first, looking for her daughters and offering a hand for Winter to climb out of the car as well, spotting the white ensemble that her daughter wore, one of her outfits that were more suited for the different types of weather, from the Snowpea line. It was a nice outfit, she supposed, but it made her look a little awkward standing next to her partner in red and black, who currently was talking to Jaune, her daughter's gaze directed towards the young man with-

'Oh…no.'

Her gaze drew to Winter and it was damning, as Winter's pale feature seemed to grow even paler. She noticed that her daughter had noticed them, bouncing up to them with a zest to her steps.

'Please don't say anything, Weiss. Please let this be an optical mirage or something. He told you that it wasn't going to work, so why is he here? Perhaps he's just in Vale for something? Yes, he just took the bullhead with you guys and is saying goodbye. Your hot guy is coming soon, he lives in Vale and is caught up in traffic…'

Hope tried to blossom in her heart as her youngest daughter smiled. That smile meant that she was happy. Willow felt dread grip her heart.

"I brought my team and… and the guy I like."

She put a smile on her face, as she looked at Jaune Arc. Her eyes were colder than Atlas nights as they met Winter's after verifying that Winter was looking too. Whatever optimism remained inside her heart was squished into a ball and thrown into the icy glacier of anger that had suddenly appeared.

"How nice, Weiss."

Weiss turned around and her expression changed, looking at Winter's face with a look that could kill. Winter looked a little wan herself, but that look never changed, as her face was set in such a way, her voice almost deliciously sweet.

"The boy she likes, Winter. It's the boy she likes, look at him."

'Look at the boy you raped, Winter. Look at the happiness that you are crushing with what you bear in your womb. Is this what you wanted? Breaking the heart of your younger sister and your own mother? You stupid, stupid, ignorant and foolish daughter.'

Winter merely gave a soft sobbing sound, as Olav cleared his throat. The bodyguard/driver was already preparing the car for departure once again.

"The boot is prepared for the bags of the Young Lady, Lady Schnee."

It was time to pretend that everything was fine. Willow's eyes were warm when they looked at Olav, as her grip on her daughter's arm made the skin turn white with how tight she held it.

"Thank you, Mister Olav. You are too kind."

Jaune didn't really know what to expect. When Weiss had invited him, he'd expected something like the trips that his sisters went on, Saphron and Camellia having actually been to one fairly recently, if memory served. With the financial status of his family in mind, it had been an evening of working on the books, making sure that mom had enough money in the bank to make sure that the first down payments were being made.

A simple call to Sienna would probably have solved the issue, but he wasn't going to drain her bank account by being too presumptuous. She had actually worked for her money, he was still a Huntsman in training.

"So, do we look good?"

Yang asked, as Weiss darted off to her mother, clearly very excited to be going on the spa trip. He didn't really know what to say. Yang had opted for a top that made her very prominent breasts stand out, the large mammaries bound with a strip of fabric that was at the very least something that would break under vigorous exercise, and clearly had been selected…

Blake wore something like her usual style, but showed an awful lot of cleavage too. Weiss was normal, wearing something that was suitably fashionable, and Ruby… just had worn her regular outfit.

He didn't know what to think, either. The girls had been affectionate, even though he'd barely done anything. He felt bad for them being so worrying about him. Weiss had been peppering him with questions, from how he liked his steak 'grilled with some rareness in the centre' and what his favourite music style was. It was more a line of questions you'd imagine from a girl trying to court you.

They were over that, he'd said that she was just a friend and that it would be like that, and Weiss had accepted that. It probably was just something out of a curiosity, something to better get a grip on how he was.

He wanted them to enjoy one day of peace, before he'd have to face the music. One day before he'd do something that would ensure that he'd either be dead or have done the impossible…

Though the impossible seemed to be more than possible these days. He smiled, Yang making a particularly funny joke, her eyes lighting up. If he'd have to pick a girlfriend, it would most definitely be Yang. There was something about her, something that seemed to light up in her eyes like a spark, but it didn't compare to the explosion in Sienna's. The others… well, Blake wasn't very active, neither was Ruby. Weiss was like a daughter to him, but her older sister…

'She looks bad. Undoubtedly she's had a tongue-lashing from her boss.'

He didn't blame her, at least. Well, maybe he did, but it was also a sign of how she was. Winter was a woman who was bold and accepting, driven by her desire and ambition… A brat that acted like one when she was denied the little gift that she generously bestowed upon him.

He couldn't help but care for them though. Willow looked bad, like a sleepless night had been passing over and over through the movie of her life, her husband causing her grief, undoubtedly.

His Scroll beeped and he answered it, hearing the excited giggles on the background, a familiar face on the display. Whitley Schnee looked a little pale and nervous, cheeks heated.

"Good eh, morning? Wait, does your mother know you're with girls right now?"

This definitely was not Whitley's bedroom, as the young man looked like he was definitely flushed, one of the girls already having shed half of her clothing. It was ten in the morning. Whitley most definitely was still clothed, which was a good thing.

"Do you… Do you have a moment to talk? I might have made a… little error in my schedule."

'This is about as wonderful as it can be…'

"Did you at least use a condom?"

There was a flushing of Whitley Schnee's face, as he mumbled something about being embarrassed.

"Do you think you could go and… Buy some? Please? As a favour?"

Jaune just nodded, mentally filing it away. "What's the address? I'll be right over, I'm actually just… Oh nevermind, I'll get there with some public transport or something. I'll keep it a secret from your mother and sisters, alright?"

The face of a relieved Whitley was something worth a gander, and Jaune mentally made a little mental arm-pump for the young lad. Sure, he'd lost his virginity only a month and a half ago, but it was still something that he'd been bearing the fruit of.

"That would be wonderful, Jaune."

Someone on the background made a little cheer.

"Come on, hot stuff! We'll do a doubles session! Don't worry about the girlfriend, it'll be hush-hush, check check?"

He didn't want to know what that meant, but he knew that Whitley definitely needed to get condoms.

"I'll be there soon… With the condoms. Send me the address to my Scroll and I'll get there…"

The ping of the address was given, and Whitley shut the connection off. He caught sight of someone who had a fairly big set of breasts for a sixteen-year-old and he gave a mental 'lucky bugger' thought as he tucked his Scroll in his pants again, looking at the members of team RWBY, Weiss on the way back to them.

"Guess I've got to help a little brother out, heh. I'll be there once I've bought some condoms for the guy."

He wasn't going to let the guy get into trouble. Shit happened around him to people he cared for, and if he could help out, he would.

"Weiss, I'm sorry, something's come up, I need to take a moment to bring someone a bit of assistance."

Her face fell, and he smiled at her. "But hey, I'll be there in an hour or so. Someone needs a bit of big brotherly advice, so I'm just going to help them out and then be with you guys, okay?"

She looked hopeful, as she smiled back at him. "Th-thanks for coming, a-at least. It's… It's nice to have you, even if it'll be a bit later. We'll get a manicure and a pedicure and… maybe we can wait for you before we enter the sauna?"

She was adorable, he knew. He liked the shy side of her, even though there was no chance of her holding feelings for him. It was too much for him. Once upon a time, in another universe, he might have wildly chased after her and regaled her with wonderful songs, but now?

"I'll tell your mom that I'll be gone for a bit. She's nominally in charge, isn't she?"

It probably was the Atlesian protocol that he knew by heart that made him phrase it like such, Weiss nodding her head delicately. It was her best behaviour, he knew. She loved her family and he knew that her mother loved her and her brother and older sister just as much as Weiss loved them. Things had been rocky, but they'd be better soon.

'A life for peace…'

He couldn't stop himself from smiling, as he let his eyes look into hers.

'Well, I'll bear that burden.'

He approached Willow, whose eyes were cool and distant, looking at him with an expression that seemed to be caught between something resembling a weary tiredness and something else, something darker, a strong grip on Winter's arm, who looked very uncomfortable. Her mother must have given her a piece of her mind on what was appropriate.

"I've got to do something. Mind if I get the address? I've got to swing by the pharmacy for… eh, yeah. Something for a friend, they're not wanting a child, too young, really."

Whitley was somewhat too young to be a father. If he didn't wrap himself up, he'd get some venereal disease or something, so that wasn't going to happen whilst Jaune Arc was an honorary big brother.

A soft, shuddering exhale, as Willow closed her eyes and then pressed her lips together. Winter seemed about to say something but yelped as her mother squeezed really tightly, hurting her daughter a little. She really wasn't happy with her daughter for some reason.

"I… I see. Mister Arc, the address is…"

Her voice was light, a touch sad, but there was also anger in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. You've got nothing to worry about."

He could see the look in her eyes, as she put the smile on her lips that meant she was sad.

"No, I suppose… I suppose you would not wish that, Mister Arc."

He departed, getting himself towards the bus stop, the group getting into the car that'd been the one the older Schnees arrived in.

It was time to get some young teenager some condoms…

He'd be a good big brother figure. He'd always been a little brother, so he'd be a good big brother to Willow's son.

He owed her at least that much for being a wonderful woman.

She felt numb. She felt so very numb. She felt… pain.

She looked at her oldest daughter, the one who had been her pride and joy until Weiss had arrived. Her eyes were starting to tear up, but she would not break down in public. She was Willow Schnee, daughter of Nicholas Schnee. Her father had taught her well, and she would not cry.

"Get in the car, Winter."

Her voice was dull and dead, as she near-pushed her daughter into the car, not being rough, but being more direct than she should have. Her heart bled, hurt and torn from the way that he'd said it, as if it was merely a formality. He'd been avoidant, he'd not been warm, and she could understand that.

Winter had taken from him that moment of joy, that happiness and wanted it. Now he wanted to terminate it, the little life that might be her grandchild, all because of that stupid daughter of hers.

She should not hate her own children, nor should she wish to hurt them, but right now, she wished that Winter Schnee was not related to her so she could tear her apart.

Weiss sat down next to her and the boisterous blonde teammate started to make a comment, as she put her hands in her head and exhaled slowly. It didn't stutter as if she was upset, though it did. She wasn't crying, it was just water leaking from her eyes. She was just gathering herself, of course it wasn't that she was crying. She'd mastered the art of having water leak out of her eyes without making a sound.

She gazed through the slits of her eyes at her oldest daughter, who seemed to be aware of what she was going through, more aware of the feelings that her mother had, as her hands brushed over her eyes and the smile was back in place.

'Time to be the mother Weiss needs, rather than the mother who wants to beat Winter Schnee until she's not even recognizable anymore.'

"Have you ever been to the spa, Ruby?"

The team leader seemed like the youngest and most easily excited, and something in those eyes just made her wish that she hadn't asked.

'What would it be like to have a child again, made with love?'

He didn't want the child that Winter had made with her actions. He was going to terminate it, what else could he have meant with that? Her daughter, the vile girl that had raped the young man. If she could do so, she would take the burden on her own body, sparing Winter and Weiss the pain of giving birth…

"No, Mrs Schnee. You must go a lot, Weiss said that you've been… better acquainted. I'm sorry, we overheard your… conversation."

It was a hesitation, one of the moments where the girl looked at her and knew that there had been words said that should never have been said. She kept her face as carefully smiling as she could, but she felt the pain.

"It's… It's better now, between the two of us. We have had our differences, but there is now… an accord. With her impending marriage to mister Wolfgarde, I would say that there is some stride made in our relationship as mother and daughter."

'Don't think of it. Don't think of what you lost. Don't think of what will be taken from you.'

She was.

She couldn't stop it.

Willow looked at her daughters, spotting Winter's near-frightened look and Weiss' demure, silent expression, she could barely stop herself, as she exhaled softly. Her head rested between her hands again and she was leaking again. Someone had to make sure that her eyes stopped leaking, and there was shaking of her shoulders too.

She wanted to drink again. She wanted to drink again, forgetting the past, but hat would not make her happy. She wanted her man, she wanted to hold him and make him feel the beauty that was Willow Schnee, or Arc, or whatever he wished to make their surname, if he so desired.

She rocked a little, trying to stop her eyes from leaking. It was all so bad. It was all so bad and she really wanted to drink, to make the pain stop again. There was some alcohol in here somewhere, she knew that, because it was always stocked with some light wine. A little sip, something to chase the pain and drown it again.

'Why does my life have to be such a mess? Why do I even try and bother? The young man that I want to have love me, impregnating my eldest child and my middle child fancying him… I want to be a good mother, and a good mother does not cheat on her husband.'

She knew that, and she wanted to make sure that he knew that too. She was a woman who kept her promises and her vows, even if her husband did not. To love and cherish forever was but a fading dream, after all.

"Mother? Are you… alright?"

Weiss' voice sounded pitiful, she heard, but she just couldn't stop. It was a low moaning sound that came from her lips in response to the words, a soft moaning murmur of a woman who was at the edge.

'A drink sounds really good… A strong drink. It'll be back to drinking against, because my stupid bitch of a daughter got knocked up and he's going to kill your unborn grandchild… fuck…'

"I'm okay… Mother just heard some bad news this morning, it's… It's fine, Weiss."

She raised her head from her hands but couldn't muster a smile for her daughter. A soft whisper escaped her lips.

"Your boy is cute. I hope-"

She couldn't say it. She couldn't say 'I hope that you'll have fun', because that would go against her own heart's feelings. Why did it have to be so complicated that both her daughters had fallen for the same guy that she was in love with? What was so special about Jaune Arc that could make both her daughters think him as a worthy partner?

'I don't think there's a shortage of those qualities.'

If Jacques hadn't been her husband, Jaune Arc would have been fucked. Jaune Arc would have had the nastiest, sexiest, kinkiest bed-breaking sex that she could deliver. She knew his pleasure spots, the dirty little thoughts that he'd never voice to Sienna, the things that he barely knew himself, but which her experience could deliver. He would be like the clay in a sculptor's hands, and she was the sculptor that made him into a man.

Something tugged at her memory, a far-off recollection of something. A dawning feeling, as she remembered something from the classes she'd taken on diplomacy.

"I hope things go well with his little side-trip before he joins us, Weiss."

Her head went between her hands again and she most definitely did not start to cry. There was just water leaking from her eyes and she might just be inhaling a little harder than usual. Nothing that could be faulted to anything but a momentary segment of weakness leaving the body.

"Mrs Schnee? If there's something we can do to help…"

The sweet silver-eyed girl asked and she wiped her eyes. This moment of not-crying was definitely something that she needed, as she tried to calm herself down.

"Just… Just a bad moment, girl. Sometimes, a woman has to take a few hits whilst she is in a relationship, but it's nothing that I'm not used to."

She'd said too much. The looks in her daughters' eyes darkened, and there was anger in the eyes of the other girls. She didn't feel like she had the energy to care about it anymore. What was there in this world that wasn't crazy?

The young man she loved with her heart, moreso than her husband, had been raped, he was going to get something to terminate the pregnancy, and she would make sure that Winter swallowed it, because it was his right, and… and the whole feelings Weiss had for him. It was a mess.

"Well, he shouldn't! You're still his wife!"

The blonde one with the sizeable chest commented, and Willow snarled a little.

"My husband sold my daughter off to Wolfgarde for his stupid profit margins, girl. Don't tell me what my husband can't and can do, because I've been married to the man for longer than you've been alive."

She felt bitchy, and she knew that she shouldn't, rubbing her temples to try and get a semblance of control in her mind, as she tried to calm herself a little. She was getting too emotional, it wasn't good to deal with Jacques when she was emotional.

"Mother, I-"

Winter received a look that was a little fiercer than usually was the case.

"Shut up, Winter. You've said enough. You left Weiss and Whitley when you were sure that your father was investing time in your brother."

It was a curt statement, but it carried her anger. She wasn't going to let her daughter speak horrible things again in the company of her other daughter.

"We're going to have a nice day today, and we're going to behave. We are Schnee and we are better than most."

Someone whispered in the silence that fell suddenly.

"Gee, Weiss, your mom is scary when she looks like that."

She was a damn mother, and she'd better damn well hope that she was scary enough to put an errant and pregnant daughter in her place.

Jaune stood outside of the house, sort of wondering whether he should just knock. He rang the doorbell, which seemed to be broken, the look of the place not being very secure. It made him worry a little for Whitley, the girls having seemed to be a little rough and tumble.

He knocked on the door, waiting for someone to come and open it up. The package of condoms that he'd gotten were regular size. Sienna usually bought them, so she didn't really let him get much choice for what stuff she bought. The ribbed ones 'with extra pleasure for her' definitely were a little icky, especially when Sienna was adventurous.

The door opened up and he frowned at the wave of smoke that came from the inside, a set of beady eyes looking at him, a woman who was in her late years giving him a look.

"Yeah? You one of Marnicea's friends?"

He nodded, not wanting to make too much of an explanation before he'd be out of here again. The smoke was just an annoying thing. He knew that he didn't like it, with how his lungs ached and hurt.

"Good, they brought some fresh-faced guy here, and you don't look like the fancy kind."

That wasn't a good line of conversation, as he adjusted his hoodie. It was one of the things that he'd worn most, the formal atlesian style somewhat different from the norm here, the hoodie much more fitting. One dressed for the occasion, after all.

"Third door on the left, as you know. See ya, kid. Tell Marn to bring the proceeds after she's milked the guy."

He moved with a little bit more haste, opening the door up and peering in. Definitely the same room, and there was a girl currently unclothed, right on Whitley's lap. The smell of smoke and something that definitely was an intoxicating substance was in the air.

The youngest Schnee looked embarrassed and uncomfortable, as Jaune looked at the girl that came sauntering at him, her breasts exposed as well, though she at least seemed to still have underwear on.

"Thanks for bringing the wrappers. We were all out, and we're going to show Whitley what a good girl's doing for her guy."

He paid attention to the way that Whitley looked. Shy, a little hesitant, not as sure as he was. The body language spoke volumes and it was clear that there was just not the comfort in the young guy that might have been.

'Yeah, I think I see how this'd play out…'

He smiled, pushing the younger teenager to the side. She might just be a year younger than him, but he'd sailed the worrisome seas of being an adult yet.

"Come on, Whitley, time to get you back home. Your mom might not be fond of getting with a little harem."

Willow most certainly would not be. With her own children, she at least expected to be introduced to any partner that they would take. He really should talk with her, and he was aware that something was bugging her.

"Won't you stay, Whitley? It'll be fun, perhaps your brother can join in as well."

He looked unsurprised, sighing a little. He heard the other teenager behind him move, and he was aware of her motions. He looked at Whitley, who still was wearing a shirt, some lipstick marks on his face. The smell of the smoke in the air was strong, as the naked girl's breasts rubbed against Whitley's face.

His hand grabbed the wrist of the other girl, before he shook his head softly, his other hand pulling the knife out of the hand. It had been mostly the address that had clued him in where the girls had taken Whitley, the bad part of town. What they'd been doing at the arcade was beyond him, but there was a certain thing that his oldest sister had warned him about.

"I don't think I'll do that, sweetheart. You shouldn't be playing with knives if you can't at least stab a guy, y'know."

The fully naked girl made a snarling sound, a small switchblade at Whitley's throat. Disgust showed on his face, as he extended a hand, the Glyph appearing to around the wrist that held the blade, slowing down the motions. The glow was startling, as Whitley's eyes went wide.

'Yeah, typical honey trap scheme. If the guy's getting with them, they'll blackmail for a good bit of cash. Viv was right to warn me about that…'

It was a mess, but people needed to earn their money. Another Glyph pulled around the girl at his side's waist, his Aura supporting both of them. "We're going, Whitley." He said, pulling his hoodie off and tossing it at the young man.

The jacket was nowhere to be seen. Neither was the wallet within the jacket, and Jaune gauged the ability for Whitley to be able to maintain a dash as 'marginal' at best.

"GUYS! WE GOT A FAT SHARK HERE!"

'Yep… Reinforcements…'

"Whitley stay at my side. It's going to get a little more dangerous than I expected."

'Why does it always go wrong? Am I blessed to attract insanely attractive women but also suffer horrible fights and such?'

There might be some truth in that, as he threw the topless babe at the one without anything on, the two colliding with each other. Having gone without his weapon, he momentarily lamented it before he ripped a table leg off the table, the drug paraphernalia scattering to the ground.

"Alright… Just tell me whether some come from behind…"

'This'll be just like the Pogrom…'

"Our Semblance, why do you have it?"

The question came, and he growled.

"Just keep your eyes out for guys coming from behind. I'll answer the question later."

There was a cowed Whitley that followed after him, as the first half-dressed woman just leapt from the shadows, a set of filthy-looking syringes wielded like cat claws or something.

'Just my fucking luck…'

Druggies and robbers and blackmailers…

The table leg hit the woman in the face and she went down, twenty-something-year-old body just hitting the ground, after which his heel slammed down on her face to knock her out.

"Just step over it… Don't worry, I don't kill people."

'Yet.'

This was going to be one hell of a fight…

'At least the girls are happy at the spa…'

The locker room was empty, as she had rented the entire place for the day. Only staff were allowed, with the upscale place having everything that a young woman, and even older women, needed for their maintenance. It was a blessing, perhaps, that they were not really separated by anything, as she let her eyes gaze at the bodies of her competitors.

The blonde had a very nice set of breasts, her sister looking ready to blossom soon with a year or two, her own daughters owning both a very fine set in Winter's case and something that still required a few years of growth in Weiss' case…

And the less said about the Faunus, who seemed to be under the impression that it was okay to just flaunt her body. Even Willow had to admit to herself that that rump was very fine.

'When has it been that I, Willow Schnee, have ever had to compete against another woman for the favour of a young man?'

Her eyes met her eldest daughter's, the anger inside them not stopping. The girl just hadn't gotten the sense in her mind, and she smiled.

"Winter, come over here for a moment. Girls, by all means, do go ahead. I just need to apologize to my daughter for being utterly crass earlier."

'What would Sienna even think of me if she heard that Winter did that?'

She wouldn't be very happy, to say the least. The Belladonna girl had told a little about how the fighting had been for her father's hand, and that had been apparently pretty fierce, because it'd nearly brought Menagerie to war. Desirable men were not in a surplus, and Faunus were fierce fighters.

'Oh… Oh gods no.'

"Mother, I'm so-"

She realized what Sienna Khan would do. With the position that Sienna Khan held, essentially speaking as the Council for the Faunus, she would be able to make sure that a very firm statement was given.

"Blake, about that earlier thing with the fight for your father's eh… wife position, what would happen if someone happened to claim Sienna Khan's intended and begot a child with them? Since she is the successor to your father…"

The girl's face showed some curiosity, but the girl answered easily, confirming her worst fears.

"Well, she'd have to respond in kind, of course. She is Sienna Khan, the High Leader. It's a loss of face if she didn't do anything and let her partner be claimed by another person."

She smiled, but it never reached her eyes, and she nodded. The questioning look in the Faunus girl's eyes was enough for her to elaborate.

"Just a little clarification, my dear. I have made your mother's acquaintance and she strikes me as someone who is more moderate in her views than Miss Khan."

The members of Weiss' team merely shrugged, because it didn't involve them, her attention going to her oldest daughter, who just seemed to be unaware of what she had done. They departed, the door shutting behind her, Willow realizing just what this meant.

'This isn't beyond a simple vendetta anymore…'

"What does that have to do with anything, mother?"

A question, as Willow took a moment to breathe in slowly.

"What that means, daughter, is that Sienna Khan's partner is Jaune Arc, the young man who is the reason you have a child growing within you."

Surprise and something that looked like regret in her daughter's eyes, as Willow clapped slowly, a mocking clap. Winter's eyes didn't seem to recognize why the applause would be given, but Willow's voice was sarcastic and dark. Willow didn't feel like Nice Mom anymore…

Not after what Winter did.

"Congratulations, Winter. When Sienna Khan finds out that you stole her man and got pregnant by him, you'll be the one who started off the next Great War, between humans and the Faunus this time, rather than just between the Kingdoms. I do hope you are happy now with your stupid actions."

This was just turning into a shit day. If one interracial relationship had kicked off the Faunus Rights Revolution, this would probably cause a global revolution if not an open war against the Schnee Dust Company, which would involve Atlas, get Mistral involved as well…

'Yes… Knowing Sienna, she'd probably be kicking the door and give my oldest daughter a gruesome fate. She's awfully passionate about her stuff…'

Her daughter had kicked off a world war with her selfish actions. This had to be a record for idiocy or something… Her daughter was the next General Lagune…

She'd have to see whether she could use whatever kind of friend credits that she'd saved up with Sienna to avert this unmitigated disaster…

"He is dating Sienna Khan?!"

Her daughter sounded surprised, but Willow found herself not really caring much more about her daughter's wishes. She snorted, loudly.

"Do you really think he would be open about the fact that he's fucking the White Fang's High Leader in the ass once every Friday?"

She'd seen pictures. Winter's head shook slightly.

"And I guess that it might be fucking time that you told Weiss that you raped the guy she had her eye on, Winter Schnee. If you weren't my daughter, I would smack the stuffing out of you."

She was beyond done with this crap. Her daughter had just unleashed a world war.

'I should've just fucked him when I was with him in bed a few days ago, heedless of the fact that I am married.'

Oof. This is what you get when you don't explain yourself fully, and some people are just stupidly impulsive and emotional. The whole misunderstanding could have been cleared up if they just talked, but Willow is convinced that her daughter is a rapist, Winter is convinced of her innocence and tries to tell her mother. Weiss just wants to have one good memory.

For the people that think that I'm stretching things out - A seventeen-year-old may get lucky with a sniper rifle to take out an unknown. Taking out someone who is well-established as pretty much Faunus Hitler, surrounded by bodyguards? That takes a lot more setup! He wants to have a fun day, but now he's fighting crack addicts!

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