Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY in any way, naturally.
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Ruby was mere inches away from burning that damned magazine… and she would have had every right to. After all, look what it made her do…
She kissed Weiss today.
Kissed her.
Dammit.
It was now late Friday night and Ruby found herself standing in her back yard, watching the bonfire with the detached interest of a young adult just learning to appreciate the beauty of man's fire. In her hand was the magazine, rolled up and shaking along with her trembling form. Her face had not faded from the beet-red color it took on when she bolted from the art room a few hours ago. Tears could be seen in the corners of her eyes, glimmering in the light of the flames.
God. Damn. It. I can NOT believe I did that! Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! I'll never be able to face her again! She's probably cursing my name! Stupid, stupid, STUPID-!
Her mind had run away with itself again, as it did so often when she least expected it to. She had registered Weiss saying something about her being scared… which she wasn't… and then she wanted to prove that she wasn't…
Ruby's free hand absently touched her lips. Her mind lingered back to that moment, the smell of Weiss' perfume still swimming around in her brain. The touch of her lips still tingled like faint electricity. The redhead never imagined it could be that good…
And then came the image of the girl's face after the deed was done… that look of shock and confusion… and probably a hint of betrayal… killing what little good mood she had managed to build.
And weren't they finally becoming better friends? True it had only been a couple of weeks, but still…
What have I done?
Ruby had made it back home in record time today, running the entire two-and-a-half miles. Luckily for her, Yang took just long enough for Ruby to finish making a scene in the bathroom (almost screaming at herself in the mirror) before getting home herself. The redhead spent the next few hours curled up under the covers, quietly weeping to herself for being so damn stupid…
And it was all this damn magazine's fault… right?
As she glanced at the rolled up item in her hand again, she realized that even if that wasn't the case, that didn't mean she had any right or reason to keep it (she was underage, after all). With a casual toss Ruby removed the picture book from her life forever.
She silently watched the pages crinkle and blacken, slowly turning to ash in the orange light. All around her the sounds of the night had begun, a full choir of small frogs, crickets, and various other musical creatures.
She stayed that way for the next hour, watching the fire burn itself out as the world around her grew darker. A dense cover of clouds meant that there would be neither moon nor stars to light the sleeping world.
With a small chuckle, Ruby thought Funny… I've never considered ending myself… before now…
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Weiss didn't remember much of anything after the kiss. Her brain had been properly scrambled.
The young Schnee had somehow made it all the way home, taken a shower, and even ate her supper… all before she even realized she had left school.
The kiss was all she was thinking about. That, and the redhead it came from.
Nothing made sense anymore. At first Weiss was sure, to the point she would have bet money on it, that Ruby just wanted to be friends (and she wasn't entirely wrong on that front, by the way).
But then she realized that no, Ruby had to be scared. Weiss had simply misread her signals and asked a question that led to mistaken answers (also not entirely wrong).
Then suddenly the girl plants a mighty kiss on her… leaving the platinum blonde dizzy for several minutes.
So which thought was right? Were any of them right? All of them? Was Ruby an alien, sent as an advance scout before the invasion?
Ruby Rose…
Weiss remained in a state of partial consciousness for the better part of the evening. She didn't notice when she grabbed her new sketch book (she had bought one herself since she decided to take Ruby's teaching seriously), nor did she realize what she was drawing in it… not until the portrait was almost done…
Seeing the image snapped Weiss out of her trance. Her pale complexion turned a deep shade of red as she very nearly tore out the picture in embarrassment…
She had sketched a picture of Ruby – with large, feathery angel wings.
It wasn't a good picture to be sure, since Weiss still had a long way to go before she had reached Ruby's level, but the resemblance was close enough to cause the young Schnee to hold back on her outburst. Instead, she did something that, when she thought back on it, would have given her cause to bury herself in a pile of dirt to escape the embarrassment (if anyone had actually seen her do it).
She lightly caressed the image. Specifically, Ruby's face.
When did this start? She honestly didn't know… but somewhere along the line Weiss had begun to find the redhead rather charming. Likeable. Beautiful, even. Velvet had been right back then, …Ruby was pretty cute.
And she had kissed Weiss. Did that mean that she actually did… like her?
Weiss' face went back to a full blush at the thought. She stood up from her desk, walked over to her bed with stiff knees, knelt down next to the mattress, grabbed the nearest pillow… and squealed into it, forcing the material over her mouth to keep every decibel muffled.
She didn't know for sure how Ruby felt. It was just a kiss, after all. But that didn't matter.
Weiss wanted more. The thought of burying her hands in those short locks of red hair was very enticing. The thought of sharing the warmth of their bodies was …intoxicating.
The thought of repeating that kiss… it was enough to make her pass out.
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Which she did. The girl would wake up a few hours later with very sore knees.
Tomorrow's Saturday… I wonder if she has any plans…
Maybe I should pay her a visit…
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Story Note: This chapter is the first where I noticed an issue with my pacing. I felt like I went too fast. Hopefully this cleaned-up version works better for everyone, but I simply need to remember that no story is perfect. That and it's just a fanfic – no one expects to find a perfect story sitting on a free website. I'm trying to think of all this as 'writing practice' for when I eventually write out a real novel.
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