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[Weiss]

Late that night, Blake had left their hotel room to search for Yang, leaving Weiss alone with her thoughts. She hadn't yet touched the food waiting on the table, despite her stomach rumbling with hunger. Since she'd left Mistral, she hadn't had much of an appetite. She didn't feel like eating, and she only ever asked for water to keep herself hydrated. Tomorrow (or rather, later today) she would be returning to the mansion to face her father yet again. As much as she desired to do so, she couldn't break down or else her emotions would be fragile and the smallest thing could set her off.

Weiss squeezed her eyes shut and clutched her chest, trying to ignore the sharp pains stabbing at her heart. She could still smell the fading scent of roses lingering in the room. Why couldn't they be fresh? Why couldn't they smell as though Ruby had just walked into the room and was right by her side? Why couldn't she be here. . .? "Because you let her die." A voice told her and Weiss just barely managed to silence the whine threatening to escape her throat. Another stab of pain struck at her heart.

The woman slid down against a wall and brought her knees to her chest, trying to control her breathing and keep her emotions under the surface. "You let her die. This is all your fault. She trusted you, and you lead her to her death." Maybe if she hadn't been so rusty she would've been able to protect Ruby.

"Just know, I will be the best teammate you'll ever have." She failed. She'd broken her promise. Weiss bit back the scream of anguish slowly bubbling inside of her; she was trembling now and it was getting hard to breathe. She felt herself break as Ruby's scream echoed throughout her mind, sounding full of terror and pain. The scene flashed before her eyes again; the blood and the wreckage mixed with the shriek brought tears to her eyes.

Why was this bothering her so much? She'd watched many people die and she'd even taken a few lives herself, how was this any different? She'd lost her friends, she'd lost family, this shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary for her. It was the life of a Huntress; watching those you love die right before you. She'd known that when she'd started her training.

Plus, Ruby had been a Silver Eyed Warrior, she knew she wouldn't live a long life. SEWs never did unless they went into hiding. . .

But why did fate take her away from her now? Weiss needed her; Ruby had promised she'd be right by her side when they returned to Atlas so Weiss could complete her training as the heiress and take over the company. Now she was alone. . . Sure, she had Yang and Blake, but the blonde had been forced to come along and Blake was already having a hard time trying to keep Yang under control. Weiss didn't want to have to burden Blake any more than she already had. That's why she has to keep her emotions under control.

The woman drew in a shaky breath, forcing her jittery nerves to relax as a cold wave washed through her. "Weiss?" She opened her eyes, realizing that she'd been crying when she felt something wet slide down her cheek. Great. . . She probably looked like a mess. "Weiss, are you in here?" It was Yang calling for her. The blonde probably wanted to scream at her some more for letting her baby sister die. . . "We need to talk, Schnee!" Yang hollered, clearly knowing that her teammate was in the hotel.

"What do you want?" Weiss answered at last, not moving from her place in the bathroom floor. She heard footsteps approaching the door and she glanced towards the sound, her blurry vision managing to make out a shadow beneath the door. "You can come in," she whispered hesitantly and Yang slowly stepped inside, sorrowful lilac eyes meeting a watery blue, "I'm sorry, Yang. . . I apologize for allowing Ruby to die. I should've been quicker, I should've kept up with my training. Maybe if had, she'd still be here."

Yang sat down across from her with one knee bent, she seemed to be deep in thought for a moment before breaking the silence with a deep sigh. "It's not your fault, Weiss. I just. . . That was my grief speaking, I wasn't thinking straight. I know you would never just let her die." Yang averted her eyes, "Besides, it's Ruby we're talking about here. You said that you looked up and she was gone right?" Weiss nodded, "Tell me the full story. I won't interrupt this time, I promise."

Weiss drew another raggedy breath and braced herself for the explanation, allowing herself to return to that moment in time. Reluctantly, she explained everything to Yang as her mind flushed through the memories, describing them in as much detail as she could so that her teammate would receive the full picture. She described the destruction of the den and the earth that had been ripped up by the Deathstalkers following her partner, she even made sure to include the panic she'd felt when she'd heard her fiancee's blood-curdling scream. Across from her, Yang was listening with a stoic expression, her emotions having been concealed so that she could properly listen to the story.

When Weiss was finished, Yang sat in silence and allowed the information to process so that she could make sense out of it. Weiss was watching her, waiting for her to snap and deem her responsible for Ruby's death. "She must've been trying to protect you, then," the blonde whispered with a tiny smile, "I've noticed she'll throw herself into the face of danger to protect those she loves." Yang released a chuckle, "I always told her she was going to get herself killed like that," the smile faded, "I guess it finally caught up to her."

The white-haired woman remained silent and Yang moved to her side, "You know she loved you, right?" Weiss glanced at her, "If she were separated from you, she'd go to the ends of the earth to find you." She felt tears starting to gather in her eyes again; Yang offered her a watery smile and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You made her happy, that's all I asked of you."

"I-I still should've continued my training, I would've been able to protect her." Weiss whispered painfully. "I shouldn't have accepted that mission, we already had so much to do with the. . ." Weiss trailed off.

"Wedding?" Yang finished for her and Weiss nodded, "Stop blaming yourself, Ruby would've taken the mission solo if you had rejected. You know she can't just stand around and do nothing when people are in danger." Yang winked, "And since when has she ever listened to you?"

Weiss allowed a chuckle to escape, "True." Her eyes shifted towards the wall again, refusing to look at her teammate as tears stung the edges again, "It doesn't feel like she should be gone. . . It just happened so quickly." She whispered, her voice cracking.

Yang hummed, "I know what you mean," she replied, "deaths that are sudden and unexpected are the hardest to accept. You expect them to come home one day and be all like 'oh it was a prank', or it was all just a bad dream. . ." Another awkward silence passed between the two and the blonde finally spoke again, "I'm sorry for attacking you the way I did. It's just. . . we've told you how we found out our mother died, and it felt like I lost her all over again." Yang met Weiss' eyes, "What I'm trying to say is that I apologize for treating you the way I have."

"It's. . . It's alright." Weiss replied, but Yang shook her head.

"If Ruby was here to see how I've acted towards you, she'd be coming for my head." Yang chuckled at the thought of her somewhat overprotective sister, "Because nobody treated her Snowflake badly." Weiss raised a brow at the nickname and the blonde flashed her a smile, "My bad," she smirked and Weiss frowned, "nobody treated her Princess that way." Weiss groaned in annoyance and her teammate laughed.

"Oh good, you're back to your old self." Weiss muttered, allowing a smile to cross her lips, "Although, you may never call me that again."

"Yes of course, Princess."

"God damn it, Yang!"

The bathroom door opened and lilac/ice blue eyes met with a pair of golden, "If you two are done making out in here, I've finished dinner." The room fell deathly silent as horror crossed Weiss' face and a mischievous smirk replaced Yang's grin.

[The Next Day]
Trigger Warning: Miscarriage
Everything will be explained in the next chapter.

She'd woken up dimly aware of the pain coursing through her abdomen, it had taken a few minutes for her to regain enough conscious to slide out of bed and fetch a pain pill. After a cup of coffee, she'd started for the shower to get ready for the day. At eleven this morning, she had a meeting to attend with her father. She didn't receive all the information, but she'd managed to figure out that it was a business meeting, discussing the affairs between their two companies and whatnot.

In the bathroom, she'd noticed that her underwear had a few spots of blood in them. That was weird, considering she wasn't due for her cycle for another week. Then again it wouldn't be the first time it came early. Usually the cramping didn't hurt as bad as it did now. Weiss had expected to step out of the shower, grab a tampon, get dressed and leave for the meeting. Instead, she was sitting in the tub, having long drained, curled into a fetal position with a towel wrapped around her.

The cramps felt as though somebody was mercilessly tearing her insides apart, and it hurt to move. Even the smallest movement (besides lifting her head) sent more jolts of pain down through her abdomen. She wanted to scream, but she didn't want to wake her friends. She couldn't bite back the whines and whimpers of discomfort, though. She lifted her head when she heard her scroll going off from the sink counter and she groaned, but attempting to sit up so that she could answer it was probably the worst decision she'd ever made. A large wave of nausea and extreme pain washed over her like a wave; she crashed back down with a small yelp of agony.

Fantastic. She was late for the meeting and she'd missed her father's call. Her scroll rang a few more times as her father tried to get in touch with her, but she didn't move. A few moments passed and a knock came at the door, followed by Blake's tired voice. "Weiss? Are you okay?" Weiss had forgotten that her friend was a faunus, she could probably hear the noise she was making. Not to mention, her scroll hadn't exactly been muted. "Do you need any help?

Weiss hesitated for a second, glancing down at the pool of dark red blood staining the tub. Painfully, she sat up and held herself upright by gripping the rim. "C-call for an ambulance." Weiss pleaded, her gut telling her that the pain and the amount of blood she'd just lost wasn't normal at all.

Blake didn't stop to question it judging by the hurried footsteps she heard running from the bathroom door.