A/N: Alright everyone heads up this fic will be set with the idea of the RWBY: Ice Queendom (which im excited about) designs in mind, we don't know how the story will play out but Weiss' new design (which let's be honest she basically becomes Esdeath) imply she will be a villain of some kind or we will get an alternative world/multiverse. We don't know yet but I decided to play with that concept here and see where it goes. But the story will still be Jaune/Weiss centric because I ship it! So with that out of the way let's go.
Weiss Schnee, former heiress and now owner of the Schnee Dust Company, as well as the supreme commander of the Atlas military.
Standing on the balcony of her mansion, still dressed in her uniform, sunglasses hanging on the hem of her shirt, a shining glass of red wine in her gloved hands as she stared out at the setting sun in the distant horizon.
It was a beautiful sight to see, good to end a day of hard work on.
Raising the glass to her lips, Weiss was reminded of the toll that the substance touching her lips had on her poor mother, but then again she never had the strength and mental fortitude that Weiss had. Allowing the liquid to poor down her mouth, followed by a satisfied sigh as she looked at the setting sun once more.
Today had been different from normal, at least that much Weiss could acknowledge. A group of rebel soldiers were found and captured. Now that wouldn't be such a big deal, it happened all the time. Self-righteous punks thinking they could stand up to her and the Atelesian military, it would be almost admirable if it wasn't so pathetic.
Weiss scoffed at the thought of these rebels thinking they stood a chance against her army. But something today had caught her off guard.
While informing her of the battle of today, one of her soldiers had mentioned all the rebel soldiers had perished except for one.
"You got a name for this punk?" Weiss had asked them.
"Yes general Schnee, one Jaune Arc" the soldier had replied.
Impossible. It couldn't be.
Weiss hadn't responded immediately when she hurt that name being dropped, just ordering the soldiers to get back to work and to not disturb her anymore. And now here she said on her balcony, the glass of wine half empty, lost in her thoughts with just one question lingering on her mind. How? How was this possible?
Because Jaune Arc had died.
Back at Beacon, back when she was the weak heiress, when she was part of that team that eventually turned their back on her, Jaune Arc had been constantly trying to win her affections, with serenades, bouquets of white roses and other crazy plans.
Back in that day Weiss was weak, she had relented once and let him take her out on a "date" what happened after that was a secret that Weiss would never allow to go public, nobody would hear about it, not even her own family, or what remained of it. This dirty little secret of hers…
She had loved it.
She had loved him.
What began as total apathy and uncaring, and even mild annoyance at the young up and coming huntsman for his persistent wooing efforts had become a whirlwind romance. That one night together, it had changed everything, her entire view of him had done a complete one eighty and she found herself head over heels.
Behind that awkward goofy bumbling fool was the heart of a real man, a man that had made her feel like she wasn't alone in this world, that had shown her the beauty of this world despite the danger that lurked with every emotion of hatred, sadness and pain.
Jaune Arc made her feel whole. It was true what they said, love comes unexpectedly. And it had done so.
Weiss fondly smiled as she recalled their first night together. Never had she expected the loveable goof Jaune Arc to be such a dominant lover, it took her by surprise, but a pleasant surprise it had been. Clothes thrown around, kisses of ownership placed all over each other, fingers entangled as they had erupted in pure ecstasy that night.
It was the start of something beautiful. But it wasn't long before the fairy tale had ended.
One mission gone wrong, one rogue Grimm attack and her beautiful fantasy and future had been shattered as the news of the young huntsman's death by a Grimm attack had broken the normally unbreakable heiress and reduced her to a stream of tears that never seemed to stop.
On that day, her heart had turned to ice.
She was weak then, she didn't want to be weak anymore. He had made her weak, and she hated that, but she hated it more how much she had loved it, to release that control she desperately clung unto to someone else, even if just for a little bit.
Running back home, her team betraying her by convincing her to stay and not return, back home like her father had wanted so he could mold her into the perfect heiress.
Instead she became more than that, and now the entire Schnee empire, as well as the Atlas military was right beneath her feet, completely under her control. Hers and hers alone.
The half empty glass shattered on the balcony floor as Weiss returned back inside, night setting in behind her. Her office was as white as most of the interior of her mansion, on her desk were the reports of the soldiers of today.
Removing her hat and placing it on the table she looked through the documents once more, the one captured soldier. Jaune Arc.
It was impossible, it had to be. He was gone, dead and buried. It shouldn't be possible he was here, did he fake his death? But why do so and never contact her? This was not how she remembered him. As much as she wished to forget that dreadful past of hers, the weak woman she once had been, it appeared to catch up with her.
Grabbing the bottle of wine from her coffee table as well as a different glass, she proceeded to pour herself another battle. This day was getting crazier and more confusing by every word she read on that blasted document.
Just as the glass reached her lips, a sudden light enveloped the room.
Immediately Weiss turned around, unsheathing Myrtenmaster from her side as she was now staring into a glowing red portral appearing right before the bookcase in her office. Soon enough a figure had stepped through it.
A woman, tall and dressed in red and black, her hair similarly black and wild, wearing high heels and a giant sword scabbard attached to her hip, her eyes red as blood and staring directly at Weiss.
The Atlesian general scoffed upon looking at the woman.
"Branwen…"
The woman returned a smile in response "also good evening to you Schnee. It seems you have had a rough day" she said, gesturing to the glass of wine in Weiss' hands.
Weiss remained in her position, Myrtenmaster aimed at the woman in front of her, who seemed not to impressed by the young general.
"You are quite right, it has indeed been quite a long day," Weiss finally spoke before taking a sip from the glass before placing it on her desk and lowering her weapon "what do you want Raven. I'm not in the mood tonight."
Raven crossed her arms and stepped forward "neither am I, but he send me."
Weiss' eyes went wide, she was glad her back was turned to Raven as she did not need the woman to see her reaction.
"Is that so?," Weiss replied as she turned around, leaning against her deck and crossing her arms "and why is that exactly?"
"He worries about you," Raven started as she paced around the room, looking at the interior, especially a giant painting of Weiss on the battlefield, commanding an army of soldiers "wants to know how you are. And that you haven't forgotten the plan."
"Of course I haven't" Weiss immediately responded, her tone harsh and clearly biting back venom "but as I explained to you all before I'm kind of busy. I have a military to run. Enemies that need to be taught a lesson, I don't always have time to make preparations for the plan."
Raven turned to the woman, a smirk appearing across her face.
"I must say, you have much more power and attitude behind you then that other version of you I once captured," she said taking slow steps forward "look Schnee, I'm not happy to be here either, but he made it very clear that I must remind you of your duties to the Collective, or do you forgot what he did for you?"
Weiss hadn't forgotten, she remembered the day as if it were yesterday.
Jacques Schnee was struggling, gasping for air, feet kicking in a desperate attempt to find his footing. A giant purple hand was wrapped around his throat, slowly but surely squeezing the air out of him as Weiss looked on at the sight. Carrying no hatred or sorrow for the man that had fathered her.
"You dare call yourself a father" a deep voice spoke.
Jacques's eyes filled with horror as soon as those words were spoken, and soon a SNAP was heard, the purple hand releasing the owner of the Schnee Dust Company, who dropped to the ground with a thud and slumped over.
No pulse, no nothing. Gone like snow before the sun.
Weiss knew she should be sad…but she wasn't…she felt relief, gratitude, all opportunities once denied to her where now open. All thanks to the one in front of her, the one that had taken her father's life, and gave her back her own.
"Of course I haven't forgotten" Weiss replied simply, her eyes cold and detached with a clear searing dislike for the woman in the room with her.
"Then do what you need to do!" Raven said in a demanding tone as she stopped right in front of Weiss "we all have our part to play, even as a part of his collective, I'm just here to make sure you haven't forgotten the part you need to play Schnee."
Weiss held her tongue, fighting back to not respond with a comment she knew would make the woman snap. The young general knew better, that behind Raven's bluster and bravado was a scared and cowardly woman.
Raven raised her hand, placing it on Weiss' cheek.
"You know sometimes I wonder what would happen if my daughter was more like you" she said softly.
Weiss' face turned into a smirk upon hearing that comment. "Well I'm sure she is quite capable. After all…you weren't there to raise her, otherwise she would have only run away from her problems like mommy dearest."
Blades where immediately drawn as Myrtenmaster was right underneath Raven's chin and Raven's own blade was now just an inch removed from Weiss' cheek. The two woman stared into each other's eyes, not hatred in them, but at the very least extreme dislike and both clearly holding back to stop them from devolving into an actual fight.
Eventually Raven grinned and removed her blade from Weiss' vicinity, instead turning it around and slashing it in the middle of the room, creating another red gateway. She turned her gaze back to Weiss.
"Just play your part Schnee. I don't care how you do it, just do it!" she finally said before turning back around, her figure disappearing into the portal before it and her completely faded, leaving Weiss once more all alone.
Weiss angrily sighed as she placed Myrtenmaster back on her desk and sat down at it, taking another sip of her wine. Her head in her hands as angry and confusing thoughts of all variety swirled through her head. This had indeed been a long day.
Grabbing the document and flipping the face, a picture appeared in front of her. A face she hadn't seen in years and never thought she would. Jaune Arc. Still the same old face and smile. She didn't know for how long she was staring at that photo alone, not reading a single word in the document. Only being reminded of what she once was, just a girl in love, a weak girl who didn't mind being weak in the arms of a man, a man she never imagined could make her feel so good…so wanted…so loved.
And as she night moved forward, the hours ticking by, Weiss could only ask herself one question.
Who was he? Was it truly him, back from the dead? Or did he come from somewhere else?
Her unexpected visitor of the night had maybe given her a hint to what this could mean? An explanation of why Jaune Arc suddenly returned back into her life. And she was going to find out about it.
The plan could wait! She was going to get to the bottom of this, no matter how long it would take.
A/N: So what do you guys think? I just honestly started writing this as a throwaway idea in my head which I'm not sure I should continue but who knows, this could turn out to be pretty interesting. Let me know what you all think!