[A/N: I hope that the first chapter was well received, seeing as I've been writing this one ever since I published the first one, I haven't really looked at my email for a while, which really is only about a day. So I have no idea on what you all thought of it. Good things I hope. Anyways roll the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Me no own me just fan.
Willow Schnee stared out the window of her room, the cold atlesian winter air frosting the glass in intricate patterns.
The white haired mother of three was troubled, her oldest and only (currently) son, Siegfried, ever since he could walk and speak, rather fluently for his age, had been training with her father, he was only 4 months when he started walking and talking, but he was around a year when he could speak full sentences, it was this moment that her father came to begin his training.
And ever since her baby boy had been coming home with bruises and cuts that she had to heal using her own aura, seeing as her father had forbidden her from unlocking it, saying that he wanted to be the one to do it... when the time was right.
Willow had a feeling about what he meant, but didn't want to admit it.
Now all Willow could do was watch her son as he sparred against her father, a pair of wooden Dao style swords in hand, using a style of fighting that could be considered suicidal, but was astoundingly effective against her father.
Her son seemed to be able to predict where her father would strike next, by using opening he had purposely created as bait.
Willow was only able to notice due to her past training as a huntress.
She also was able to notice that her father knew about the openings, and while she knew he disapproved of such a fighting style, as he had stated such during her talks with him after the daily training, he also said it was effective against those who outclass him in everyway possible, and that using himself as bait and predicting the flow of battle was an excellent tactic.
Of course dispite his opinion on the matter, he still taught Siegfried the ways of Schnee Swordsmanship, and made Siegfried swear, not by a Geass, that he would only use that style as a last resort, or during their spars as it was a good way to refine his normal fighting style, and make him and untouchable force on the battlefield when he does need to use it.
But this is not the reason Willow is troubled by her son.
No that reason is his apathy to those around him, his personality is like Ice, cold and solid, and he seems to have a general dislike to his father Jacque, judging by the looks of obvious disgust that was held in her son's cold red eyes, when ever he sees his father.
Willow had spoken to her father about this matter, but he said it was probably a phase and he'll grow out of it, but Willow wasn't so sure. The look in her son's eyes conveyed that he knew something about Jacque that even Willow couldn't, heck even Winter, her eldest daughter, seemed to see it.
It made Willow wonder... what could they see about Jacque, that her love blinded her to?
Willow shook off her depressing thoughts and returned her focus to the spar, only to see her two year old son get sent flying by her father.
Willow immediately raced down the stairs of the interior mansion, and bolted into the snow filled courtyard, towards the her two family members.
Willow positioned herself infront of the downed Siegfried, blocking her father from his advance.
"That's enough! Father he's had enough for today, anymore and you might kill him!" Willow shouted.
"Willow get out of the way... we're not finished here." Nicholas said calmly.
Willow blinked incredulously.
"Are you serious!? He's not even conscious! How can he continue?!" Willow shouted.
"Clearly you don't know your son as well as you think..." Nicholas said.
Willow bristled in rage, and was about to shout again when a small hand grabbed her leg.
"Mama... I'm fine." Siegfried said softly to the woman.
Willow turned to look at the state of her son.
His white hair was stained red with his own blood, he was bruised on his arms and face, his left eye was heavily swollen, and his left arm hung limp at his side, blood poured from a nasty gash on his shoulder, his ligaments had been cut my her father.
"No you're not young man! You need to rest, and get medical help-"
"Shut Up!"
Willow was interrupted by her son shouting, his cold exterior replaced by a rage, that caused her to jump a bit.
Siegfried schooled his features and limped away from Willow to face Nicholas.
Siegfried held his wooden swords tightly in his hands, even his limp left arm.
He then closed his eyes and forced his arms to cross into the top front of his torso, leaving his entire lower body exposed.
"Grandfather..." He started, opening his eyes, to reveal an unknown aetherial fire within, "I'm ready..."
Nicholas smirked before he charged Siegfried.
Nicholas swung his wooden greatsword like it weighed nothing, only for Siegfried to swing his wounded left arm, along with his sword, and intercepted the blow, sending the sword upwards. Siegfried then swung his right sword at his grandfather, only for the man to swing his own sword downwards and impact Siegfried's sword, completely shattering it, leaving only half the "blade"
Siegfried leapt backwards to put some distance between themselves, and threw his broken sword at the man, who, despite not expecting the tatic, blocked it, which provided the time Siegfried needed to get in close and strike with his remaining left sword.
Nicholas saw the attack and dodged, only for him to feel the wooden sword graze his aura, something that hasn't happened yet. Of course he knew that while it was a major improvement on his grandson's part it was only becuse the rapid decline of his aura, boosting his physical capabilities that the boy was able to hit him at all. Had he been training with Nicholas in his prime, the boy would never have been able to hit him at all.
Siegfried also knew this, and used it to his advantage.
Siegfried quickly picked up his broken sword, which had landed near Nicholas, and began his assault, he swung his blades as fast as his small wounded body would allow him. But Nicholas moved his sword in front of himself like a shield and blocked each attack.
Siegfried grit his teeth and leapt upwards into the air, and threw his broken sword again, which was again blocked by Nicholas, Siegfried used his grandfather's raised guard to slide underneath him, catch his broken sword from the air then spun to attack with his unbroken left sword.
Only to meet the grinning face of his Grandfather as he swung his own sword, which met with the much shorter blade and promptly shattered it.
Siegfried was then sent flying back from the strike, which had continued past his second broken sword and impacted him.
Siegfried landed in the soft snow, his right arm slightly bent at a weird angle, obviously broken.
"Ouch...! G-gramps... I yield... I can't fight with my arms like this..." Siegfried grit out in pain.
Nicholas' eyes softened as soon as he heard the words of surrender. Before he threw his head back and guffawed in laughter.
"Bwahahaha! You did well this time Sieg. You even managed to graze my Aura this time, that shows improvement, however slim. If I was in my prime you wouldn't even come close to touching me, remember that." Nicholas said seriously.
Siegfried nodded in agreement.
Willow stood stunned at the amount of talent her son showed in facing his grandfather, her father.
He was only two years old and he managed to land a hit on her father, even weakened as he was. Even she had never been able to graze her father when he was training her.
Willow bit her lip...
Her son was doing well with his training, so why... why was she envious... of her own son no less...
Willow shook her head to clear her thoughts before she ran to her son and began to use her aura to heal him, a skill she had learned in her later days at Beacon, seeing as it's not a semblance bound skill, anyone can learn it, but not many choose to.
Willow started by setting the bone in his right arm with a resounding crack.
Siegfried grit his teeth and hissed at the intense pain, even with his remarkable pain tolerance, it still hurt like a bitch.
"Hmph that's what you get for straining yourself, you're only two, you shouldn't be breaking your arm while fighting in the first place." Willow scolded her son, then used her aura to mend the bone until the unseen fracture was nonexistent.
She then moved towards his left arm, and slowly used her aura to move the severed ligaments and muscles, into their appropriate places, and slowly mended them, this would take more time, as bones are easier to heal than torn or severed ligaments, and one mistake and her son would never move his left arm the same way again.
But she was experienced in mending these kinds of wounds, from her huntsman days, and these kinds of wounds on her son were common, so she has had tons of practice.
Then she moved to his swollen eye and gently used her aura to soothe the swelling down, which allowed her to see her son's red reptilian eye.
She marveled at the sight of the ruby colored orb, something his father was born without, for a second, then she returned to healing the bruises on the rest of his body.
This whole process too about half an hour, and at some point the trio had moved into the mansion living room, where Siegfried got a lecture from Nicholas about his strategy, such as what he did wrong and what he did right, and what he could improve upon.
Siegfried listened to his grandfather with rapt attention, not missing a single word. Eventually when Willow finished healing Siegfried, it was time for practice with the Schnee style of Swordsmanship.
The Schnee style was designed for longswords, rapiers, Sabres and greatswords, each extremely different weapons in their own right, which is why there were four different styles for the Schnee style, each capable of being adapted to fit the individual user. Which is great because Siegfried seemed to favor dual wielding.
And for this style he has a pair of one handed wooden Longswords.
Although no one but Siegfried knew this but, he had practiced with each of the styles in secret.
His reason for this is because he plans to use dust to create projections of weapons, and thought it best if he learned all of the styles to have a better range of combat ability to compliment his weapon, seeing as he doesn't have a semblance that copies the fighting style of those he sees, like a certain bunny eared Faunus.
He already has several ideas of what to use to make his weapon, but... thought it best to wait until he was older and had his aura before he started experimenting with dust of any sort.
Siegfried ran through the forms for the Schnee style, slowly to let his body memorize the forms, starting with one, the stopping and starting again from the beginning, eventually he was allowed to transition from the first to the second, before starting over.
This process continued for another hour and a half, Willow had long since left the room, and eventually Siegfried's young body could keep up with the strain and he collapsed.
"Well done Sieg. You managed to get to the 3rd form this time." Nicholas said with a grin.
"Yeah 3rd out of 20..." Siegfried mentally said with a frown.
"Ah Cheer up Sieg, at the rate you're going you'll have the last form down by the time you get into a combat school! Bwahahaha!" Nicholas laughed, which earned a tick mark from Siegfried, who then threw one of his swords at his grandfather, who expected the attack and grabbed it from the air and 'lightly' bonked Siegfried on the head.
Siegfried landed face first onto the ground, a large cartoonish bump on his head had begun to form.
Nicholas paused in his laughter, and stared at the downed boy, a look of seriousness thst the boy couldn't see.
"He's progressing at a high rate, especially for his age... but will I have enough time to teach him all I know...?" Nicholas thought.
Nicholas got an idea, but he would have to cut todays training short if he wanted to do this.
"I'll teach him about dust as the final lesson for today... then I'll get to work." Nicholas decided.
"Siegfried. I'm going to have to cut todays training short, so as the final lesson for today we will be learning about dust and the various elements and uses of dust." Nicholas said.
Siegfried perked up from his spot on the floor.
"Seriously? Your going to start teaching me about dust? But I haven't unlocked my aura yet." Siegfried asked.
"I will only be explaining the basics of dust application, and the various elements amd what they do, not how to use them, that will come much later." Nicholas elaborated.
"Oh..." Siegfried said, slightly disappointed.
"Ah cheer up. And let's begin. Now can you tell me the basic five elements of dust?" Nicholas asked.
Siegfried thought for a second.
"The Fire, Ice, Lightning, Earth and Wind. Right?" Siegfried answered.
Nicholas clapped.
"Correct! Well done, I'm surprised you're already so knowledgeable about Dust." Nicholas said.
"Well... The weapon I want to use in the future require an extensive knowledge on dust." Siegfried admitted.
That caught Nicholas' attention.
"Hm? And what weapon do you want to use in the future?" Nicholas asked.
"A Dust projection type weapon, that isn't limited to set weapon forms, I want to use a Glyph as the catalyst to form the shape of the weapon I want, and somehow include dust into it, using hardlight dust as the base for the projection." Siegfried said, he hoped his grandfather would have an idea on how to make this.
Nicholas blinked at the genius idea. Use hardlight dust to form a projection and use a dust element to create a weapon with elemental properties, depending on the dust used. There's just one problem, hardlight dust is fragile, and needs a high amount of power to project a stable form.
"Hmmm. Well Siegfried, that is a rather ingenious idea for a weapon, but Hardlight dust requires a serious amount of power to project a stable shape." Nicholas stated.
"Well... what about fusing some energy related dust with the hardlight dust? If you use Plasma dust it should provide enough power to stabilize the projection. Right?" Siegfried asked.
Nicholas was about to state that the idea was foolish, only to pause as the words sunk into his head.
Nicholas pulled a notebook out of... somewhere, and started writing down possible formulas on the required amount of each dust to accomplish the creation of a stabilized hardlight dust, while mumbling.
Siegfried was obvious to this and continued to ramble.
"Or what about dust forging, but in reverse? Add the metal to the dust and not the other way around. Since dust forged weapons don't run out of dust power it should work. And the dust might form a more metallic projection." Siegfried rambled.
Nicholas froze at the other idea, and slowly he turned to face his dust genius of a grandson.
"Sieg..." Nicholas started.
"Hm? Yes Gramps?" Siegfried asked, only to be engulfed in a hug.
"I'm so glad you were born into my family! My genius grandson, you!" Nicholas said as he smothered Siegfried, who began to turn an unhealthy shade of purple.
"G-gramps! C-can't breathe! L-let go!" Siegfried gasped out.
"Oh! Sorry Little Sieg, I got excited about the prospect of finally fully stabilizing hardlight dust." Nicholas said with a scratch of his head and a sheepish grin.
Siegfried gasped for the wonderous thing called air.
"It's fine Gramps. Just please be more gentle next time, I thought my eyes would pop out." Siegfried muttered, which drew another sheepish laugh from his grandfather.
"Anyways, not that we have a good idea on how to make the hardlight dust work for your future weapon. I'll start working on the dust for it, seeing as you're not old enough to work with such delicate materials, wouldn't want you to accidentally blow yourself up now would we?" Nicholas said with a pointed look at the boy.
The aforementioned boy just sighed.
One time! He threw a fire dust crystal into the fireplace one time and he's labeled for life, he was 5 months old!
"Yes grandfather..." Siegfried droned out.
"Now while I'm doing that I want you to design the weapon, make multiple designs and I'll sign off on one, and I'll help you make it when you get older." Nicholas said.
Siegfried nodded, he had several ideas already, so he'll get started on blueprints as soon as he gets to his room.
"But for now, we'll have to call it a day. I have some matters I need to attend to, so I'll give you some homework. I want you to go play with your sister, you know that she's been missing you ever since I started training you." Nicholas said.
"Well there goes my plan to work on those blueprints." Siegfried thought in annoyance.
But Siegfried had to agree with his grandfather. His sister had been a bit lonely with out him to play with. And if he didn't act soon, she'll start to act like her Canon-self, something Siegfried wanted to avoid for as long as possible.
Siegfried nodded at his grandfather's words, before he left the living room to find Weiss.
He found her a few minutes later in her own room, the door slightly ajar, playing with her stuffed toys.
Weiss was dressed in a white sundress that had a red ribbon tied around the waist, with it being tied as a bow on the back.
Weiss held a stuffed polar bear grimm and an armored (read:stuffed) knight doll, that highly resembled their grandfather's armor.
She made the knight attack the Grimm, and said grimm doll went flying and impacted the ground nearby.
Weiss cheered at the victory, but then a lonely look appeared on her face.
Siegfried sighed then snuck into the room, and grabbed the biggest stuffed Grimm in the room, a toy based off a Leviathan class Dragon, called Grimmzilla, the toy was twice Siegfried's size.
Siegfried hid behind the toy, and stomped his feet while making the stuffed Grimm do the same.
Weiss jumped at the sound, but brightened up when she realized who was controlling the toy.
Weiss made her knight hold it's sword in both of it's armored (read:stuffed) hands.
Siegfried grinned a bit, as he started to have fun.
Siegfried gave rather convincing (read:childish) roar and stomped over to the knight intent on using it's giant feet to crush the knight, only for the heroic knight to raise it's sword to block the sword and push the foot away.
The beast lost it's balance and fell over, allowing the knight to jump onto it and furiously assault the poor creature's reptilian snout, before the knight finally stabbed the beast in the chest, and ended it's suffering.
Weiss panted as she got off the stuffed Grimmzilla, before she fell on her rear and laughed.
Siegfried also laughed from underneath the stuffed Grimm, before he pushed the toy off of him.
As soon as he sat up, Weiss immediately hugged him.
"Tank Yoo big Bruber." Weiss said, with a grin.
She still having trouble with speaking, as expected of someone their age, after all she isn't the sibling with memories on how to enunciate, unlike Siegfried.
"No problem Weissy" Siegfried said, with a soft smile.
Weiss was probably the only person who Siegfried wasn't completely aloof to, beside Nicholas of course. But that was only when they were alone, otherwise he was back to his normal apathetic self.
"Twainig dun now?" Weiss asked.
"Yeah for today. Meaning you and I can play together like we used to." Siegfried said.
"Yay!" Weiss cheered, of course she didn't understand most of the words, but 'play' and 'together' she did.
For the next few hours Weiss and Siegfried would play The Hero and the Grimm together, with Weiss being the hero and Siegfried being various different Grimm.
This was what Willow saw when she walked into her daughter's room when dinner was ready, and had to suppress a giggle so as not to ruin the moment.
But it seemed that her attempts were in vain as Siegfried quickly noticed her and returned to his apathetic self, which Weiss noticed and turned to her mother and pouted adorably, with her cheeks puffed out.
"Mama! Yoo Rooind fun time with Bruber! Meanie!" Weiss pouted.
Willow couldn't help but laugh at the pouty face of her daughter.
"Mama's sorry Weissy, but dinner in ready." Willow giggled out, so as to hide her disappointment at being noticed by the happier Siegfried, a sight she rarely ever got to see.
"Mou! Mama betrr be sowwy! Or Gwimmziwwa will biiet yoo!" Weiss said as she held up the giant stuffed Grimmzilla.
"Yes Mama's very sorry." Willow laughed at the cuteness that was her daughter.
"...cute..." Siegfried whispered, which Willow barely heard, but still grinned all. the same.
Even as apathetic as he was it seems he still has the Schnee family weakness to all things cute.
"Now come on you two, let's go eat before the food gets cold." Willow said, knowing how it would stir her son's ire.
Siegfried's eye twitched at the mention of cold food.
"Unacceptable! Allowing the food to grow cold is a waste and would spoil the flavor. I refuse to waste the food." Siegfried thought.
Siegfried walked out of the room and muttered under his breath.
Only Willow barely managed to hear it and giggled at the phrase, "Hunger is the enemy." being muttered under her son's breath over and over again, like a mantra.
Willow and Weiss followed the boy to the dining room, where Jacque, Nicholas and Winter sat at the table.
Siegfried took his seat next to Winter, with Weiss doing the same next to him, while Willow sat next to her father, between him and Jacque.
Once they were all seated the servants brought out the food.
Salmon with a side of lobster soup and a salad for the adults and Winter, and Chicken strips and Macaroni and cheese as a side. Nicholas' idea seeing the children don't have an as refined palette as the adults do.
Siegfried didn't really care all that much, food is food. But the only problem was, he knew in his past life, he could have made way healthier food while still being appropriate for children.
But... seeing as he's still a child he won't be able to access the kitchen for a long time, that is if he managed to get past the kitchen staff, seriously those guys were so possessive when he went in there last time!
The family ate in silence with only the occasional "pass the salt" of some other seasoning.
This was how their usual dinners play out, but this time it was to be different.
Jacque glanced at his son, he knew the boy disliked him, for whatever reason, and has attempted to get to know his son, as he now attempted.
Jacque cleared his throat.
"So Sieg... how was your training?" Jacque asked.
Siegfried paused in his eating and slowly looked at the man. A lool of disgust clear in his ruby orbs, before it vanished.
"It was ok... I worked hard." Siegfried said.
"Your mother told me you broke your right arm and had some ligaments severed in your left one." Jacque said awkwardly.
"That's because I worked really hard." Siegfried said, as he took a bite from his food.
Jacque sighed.
Siegfried was always like this and Jacque didn't know how to deal with it. The boy's apathetic responses were starting to grate on his patients.
Jacque's eye twitched, before he returned to his meal.
Winter glanced at Jacque then turned to Siegfried.
"You broke your arm? Are you alright?" Winter asked.
Siegfried stopped eating.
"Yes Winter I am fine. Mother healed it. Thank you for your concern." Siegfried said, purposely trying to aggravate Jacque.
Jacque's eye twitch.
"This little brat..." Jacque thought.
Siegfried as if reading his mind smirked, before he returned to eating.
The rest of dinner was silent with Jacque secretly throwing Siegfried dirty looks, and said boy just smirking.
Finally after dinner thet all went to their separate rooms, and after bathing, each went to sleep, or at least 4 out of the five did.
Siegfried lay awake on his bed, as he gazed at the ceiling.
He couldn't sleep, he had a bad feeling in his gut, something he had learned to trust in his past life, it had never failed him before and hopefully it wouldn't now.
Outside the manor
A dark cloaked figure crept into the courtyard, taking care to not set off any of the traps.
The figure was short, the size of a child, and wore a tattered black cloak and on his face was a white skull mask.
The figure sprinted towards a nearby window.
Finally it would be able to start it's assignment... killing the entire Schnee family.
It crept to the window on the second floor and reached out to reveal a bandaged right hand with steel claws poking out and a knife in the other.
It carefully lifted the window, making sure to disarm the trap that was placed, before it crawled inside.
It analyzed the cushy mansion second floor.
Suddenly it heard a voice and leapt upwards and used it bandaged hand to cling to the ceiling.
Below it the voice was revealed to be a portly man whose eyes and voices changed as he seemed to talk to himself.
"Fucking lunatic." the obvious assassin thought, as it waited for the crazy man to walk away.
One the crazy man left, the assassin silently dropped down from it's dead hang and began to skulk in the shadows, hoping to find it's targets.
There were four in total according to the intel, first was the old man, then the mother, then the three children, two of which are barely old enough to walk and talk, this would be an easy kill.
The assassin was alerted by the sound of a toilet being flushed and turned towards the source only to see a little girl about 2 walk out with a glass of water.
When the assassin saw her it was about to strike... but something about her made it hesitate, and instead chose to hide instead of attack.
The assassin stared at the girl in wonder. It had never been outside of its home before and this was its first time meeting another person, who wasn't it's teacher, even if he was stalking her in her own home. The figure could tell she would be beautiful in the future. And the assassin couldn't bear to kill such potential beauty.
The figure made up its mind, it would settle for the others, then it would take the girl with it, and she would be it's forever. It was sure the contractor wouldn't mind.
The assassin dropped behind the girl, silently, and struck with its now empty left hand. The girl collapsed to the floor but the assassin caught her, and gently placed her onto the floor.
Then the assassin stood and drew it's knife before it went to work.
With Siegfried
Siegfried sighed for the eighth time that minute as he attempted to sleep, but no matter what he did he wouldn't fall asleep.
So he got up and went to get a cup of warm milk or tea, to calm his nerves. But as he exited his room he froze as tension made it's way into his body.
There before him was a dark cloaked figure with a skull on it's face.
Siegfried knew this figure, or rather the garbs it wore. They were of the Hassan, the origins of the term Hashashin, or Assassin. Their founder was Hassan-e Sabbāh, the old man of the mountain, and literally death incarnate.
"What the hell!? Why are the order of the Hashashin here on Remnant!?" Siegfried thought in shock.
Luckily the assassin hasn't noticed Siegfried yet, which Siegfried used to his advantage and crept silently around the assassin.
Siegfried hid behind a nearby potted plant. The assassin then went into Siegfried's room only to immediately rush out and into another one.
His parents room.
Acting quickly he lifted the potted plant and threw it at a nearby wall then he bolted down the hall and intk his grandfather's room.
The assassin heard the commotion and temporarily abandoned its next victim, to search for the source.
It saw the shattered pot of a plant and panicked.
It then returned to it's victim's room and went to strike, only for a glowing white greatsword to cut through the space it has once been.
It turned to face the owner of the blade and saw a furious old man with a sword made of aura in hands.
Nicholas was absolutely livid.
First his grandson woke him from his much needed sleep, only to tell him that an assassin has entered the manor and intends to kill his family. That set the man off.
He roared as he swung his aura sword he created via a summoning glyph, the assassin dodged, but was sent flying by a punch to the head from the old man.
The commotion woke up Willow and Jacque, the former screamed at the sight of the assassin, and the later froze up.
"So these were the assassin that Jacque and Willow became traumatized against..." Nicholas thought, his eyes narrowed into rage filled slits.
The old man charged with another roar and swung his blade rapidly, which the assassin nimbly dodged each strike.
Nicholas decide to change tactics and purposely overextended his last attack, leaving an opening, which the assassin immediately attempted to exploit.
Keyword... attempted. Taking a page out of his grandson's book he created a second sword and intercepted the incoming blow, which sent the assassin's blade out of it's hands and into the air.
Nicholas then used his greatsword and swung at the assassin. He sliced into the assassin and sent it flying, with a gaping wound on it's chest.
The assassin fell to the ground unconscious.
And then Nicholas approached the body of the assassin.
The old man then knelt beside the body, before he sighed.
He then turned and looked at the frightened faces of his daughter amd grandson, his son in law was still frozen.
It was here that the old man made his biggest mistake, he let his guard down.
A clawed hand tore it's way through his chest, from the back and out the other otherside.
Time slowed for the old man.
He could see his daughter begin to cry out for him. While his grandson's eyes began to widen and leak tears, his face in a state of shock.
"Ah... it seems I won't be able to help you out with making your weapon, Little Sieg... or be able to finish teaching you personally... luckily... I came prepared." Nicholas thought, before he coughed up blood.
Nicholas steeled his resolve and as the assassin ripped it's hand out of his chest the old man spun and cut the assassin in half, with a spray of blood coating the room.
The assassin fell to the ground dead.
Nicholas collapsed to the floor.
The family snaps out of their shock and race towards him.
Siegfried was the first to get to the old man.
"Gramps!" He shouted in fear and concern.
"Sieg... I guess this is rather obvious but I'm not going to make it, so... I have something for you... come closer." The old man whispered.
Siegfried leaned in and the old man whispered into his ear.
The boy pulled back, an new almost unnoticeable glow around his body, and nodded with tears in his eyes.
"I will gramps..." Siegfried whispered, then he stood up and ran out of the room to find Weiss.
The remaining adults of the room knelt beside the man.
"Father... please don't die! Please not you too!" Willow sobbed.
"Willow my beautiful little girl... I apologize, but it seems my time has come faster than we expected. My only regret is that I never got to tell you... just how much I loved you... Please forgive this foolish old man..." Nicholas said to the sobbing woman.
Said woman just sobbed.
"Of course... of course I forgive you... just please don't die!" Willow sobbed.
Nicholas sighed in relief, but thwn he turned to his son in law, the one he knew had hired the assassin.
"Jacque, take good care of my daughter, and remember even though I am dead... you still have a promise to keep." Nicholas said darkly.
Translation: "Just because you had me killed doesn't mean you will be able to get out of this deal."
Jacque understood the words and nodded grimly.
The old man then smiled at the two and sighed in contentment, before the light finally left his eyes and his aura became visible and vaporized before their eyes, showing that the man was truely dead.
Willow sobbed uncontrollably and hugged her husband.
And in her hug, she didn't see the dark smirk on the man's face.
But Winter, who had watched everything from the doorway did and she narrowed her gaze at the man, before she silently left the room.
With Siegfried.
He ran through the halls towards Weiss' room. When he entered he saw it empty. He panicked and sprinted out of the room and down the hallway hoping to find a glimpse of the girl.
Eventually a flash of silvery white hair, appeared in the corners of his vision. Siegfried slid to a stop, accidentally tripping on the carpet, and gave himself rugburn.
Siegfried leapt to his feet and sprinted to his sister, who lay on the floor, with a spilt glass of water.
At first Siegfried thought she was dead, but soon cried in relief as he heard her breathing, the assassin must have wanted her alive for whatever reason.
Who cares the assassin is dead and his sister is still alive, that's all that matters.
Siegfried slowly picked up the girl and carried her to his room, after tonight he doesn't think it best to have her sleeping alone, there might be more out there.
Siegfried gently placed his sister on his bed and curled up next to her. After a few minutes, Siegfried felt another person on his bed, he bolted upwards but then he saw Winter on the other side of Weiss.
"Sh..." Winter hushed the boy before he could speak, Siegfried suddenly felt his eyes droop and gently laid back onto the bed and eventually fell asleep.
Winter watched her little siblings as they sleep. At the sight of their peaceful sleeping faces she swore she would protect them from the horrors of this world. Winter grabbed her scroll and dialed a number.
It rung three times before the recipient answered.
"Hello? Ms. Schnee?" the radio operator asks.
"Yes... patch me into General Ironwood, tell him... I accept." Winter said.
A/N: Whooo! Second chapter done, in the same day! I'm proud of myself. Three cheers for me!Hip hip...(*silence*)Hip hip...(*more silence*)Hip hip...(*banana gets thrown*)Gah!? what the hell, where did that banana come from!?