The last airship departs from Beacon's docking bay, letting off a few different students. The rush of the airship rustles with your hair and pushes you down. You mumble as you reach up and grab another piece rock to pull yourself up. You grip the hand wrapping around your body tighter, and boost him up a bit. You move up a bit more, keeping the body with you. Your foot slips and rocks fall from the Cliffside, falling all the way down to the water below. You look down at your foot and let out a sigh of relief.
Yes, you're back at Beacon, but you couldn't just take the airship back. The reason is simple: you have the unconscious body of Dylan Brine on your back. Of course you can't just carry a body around Beacon and think its fine. So, you had to find another way to get to Beacon. You managed, somehow, but it's not fun in the least. You're tired, sore, and irritated. It's fair to be those things after your night, and the journey to reach the point you're at now. With the thought of your comfortable bed in your mind, you shall persevere. You continue to climb, adjust, and climb some more.
You finally get to the top. You throw Dylan over your shoulder and onto the docking area, giving you both your arms back. You lift yourself onto the platform and lie beside Dylan, taking a break.
"Oh yeah, (Y/N), this was a great idea. Let's just use a door from the opera house, and swim over to cliff, and then I'll climb. Genius. All for this guy who tried to kill me," you rant, expressing all hatred you have towards your current situation.
You huff, then turn to Dylan who's still unconscious.
"I gotta get you back to my room before you wake up. Or before Ms. Goodwitch catches me. Oh god, Ms. Goodwitch… I have to move."
You get onto your feet and pick up Dylan, piggybacking him. You carefully walk towards the dorms, keeping an eye out for anyone, be it student or teacher. You take cover behind plants, buildings, and columns; always scanning the area before making any progression. It is easier to carry Dylan around now, which makes the entire thing easier and makes you less irritated. You don't necessarily regret your decision to save him at the moment, but it has been a lot of trouble just to bring him back to Beacon. You just hope it's worth it.
You inevitably reach the dorms, your next objective being your room. You take extra precautions as you walk the halls. You're on your tippy toes, and your eyes are darting back and forth faster than they ever have been. You reach the side corridor and look down it. Nobody. You sigh in relief then dash across the opening to the next wall. Now that your room is just down the hall, you scurry towards it without any regard for others. Thankfully nobody pokes their head out to see you, likely because it's so late.
You reach for the door handle and start turning it.
"Wait, don't I need my–"
To your surprise, the handle doesn't seize and the door opens.
"Huh… did I leave it unlocked or something? I thought I needed my scroll to – you know what, I'm not even going to complain."
You push open the door and feel an overwhelming amount of relief wash over you. You're finally back to your room, safe and sound, and nobody even kn-
"Hey there," a voice cheerily greets.
You slam your back into the wall, and in the process crush Dylan, and let his legs go so they dangle behind your own. You look around the room and see Ruby sitting on your bed, happily swaying side to side and lightly kicking her dangling legs.
"H-Hey Little Red," you nervously greet, your voice trembling. "What're you- How did- when did you get in my room?" You ask, though a thousand questions are beaming through your mind right now.
Ruby reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a scroll.
"You gave this to Blake, remember? You never asked for it back so I, as leader, took on the responsibility to give it back. Seeing as you weren't here I thought it would only be fair to wait for you," she grins with ill intent.
You narrow your eyes at her, knowing she's up to something. There's a friendly tension in the air as you both glare at each other, waiting for the other to break first.
"Well I thank you very much for the kindness. So please drop the scroll on the bed and leave," you request.
Ruby does indeed drop the scroll on your bed, but she does anything but leave. She saunters towards you, hand behind her back.
"So, how was your book stuff? Did it really take all night?" She snarkily asks.
"Y-Yeah. Tons of books, let me tell you," you lie, shifting yourself so Ruby can't see Dylan behind you.
"So you couldn't make it to our dinner. I was very disappointed to not see you tonight," Ruby admits, though you can tell by her voice she's just playing with you as if you're a victim in her maze.
"Well, you know, only have so much time in a day. Besides, I'm sure you wouldn't want to have some guy messing up your girls night, would you?" You faintly chuckle, losing all hope.
Damn, I gotta move Brine somewhere. If she hasn't seen him already then it won't be long until she does. Come on (Y/N), think!
You divert your eyes from Ruby and realize the bathroom door's open. You might be able to put him in there for now, but you need to distract Ruby for at least a second.
"Hm, maaaybe. But I would have liked it if you came," Ruby says, going a little red and surrendering her dominance.
Once you notice her looking away, you grip Dylan's arm and throw him into the bathroom. He crashes into the shower, drawing Ruby's attention. Before she can see anything you bolt right in her view. You're nervously chuckling, trying to cover your tracks.
"Hehe, my shampoo must have fallen," you chuckle, rubbing the back of your head.
Ruby's blush goes away, and her dominance returns, along with her smile.
"You seem nervous, (Y/N)."
"You seem very different, Ruby," you say as she speaks.
"Did you do anything interesting tonight?"
"When did you become so sadistic?"
You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to speak. Ruby can't hold her excitement and bursts out laughing. You're left confused and, frankly, scared at her sudden outburst. She slaps her leg, trying to cope with the feeling.
"Y-You're so red. Ahaha, (Y/N) you're scared of me," she says in between laughs.
"You- what are you?" You shout, flustered.
Ruby pats your shoulder.
"Oh (Y/N), you never cease to brighten my day," she smiles, cocking her head to the side.
You blush at her pure cuteness, and quickly look away.
"Hmph, whatever."
Ruby smiles, then grabs her scroll. She starts flipping through things as she speaks.
"Anyway, I do have something to ask you." She lifts her scroll and shows you the news. "Was this you?"
You focus on the scroll and your eyes instantly widen. The opera is on fire in the background with reporters in front of it.
"Vale's famous opera house that has been closed down for over a decade has been destroyed tonight in a massive fire. Witnesses say that this wasn't an accident, but the result of a battle between two unidentified parties. Remains from crashed Bullheads reveal the White Fang was involved, but who stopped them? Authorities are unclear of that right now."
You push Ruby's scroll out of your face.
"Okay, so… what?"
"You can't tell me that wasn't you!"
"Yes I can. It wasn't me," you cheekily respond.
Ruby puffs her cheeks and rests her hands on her hips.
"Whaaaat?" You complain, walking towards your bed.
Ruby sighs.
"Fine, I guess there's no proof you were there," Ruby admits, walking towards your door.
"Thank you. I was just enjoying the-"
"Except Coco saw you there too so ha!" Ruby incoherently spews before closing your door in victory.
You stand dumbfounded, blinking twice.
"How does that prove your point when you leave?" You shout, knowing she's gone.
Your door opens with Ruby popping her head back in, victoriously smiling.
"Ha! I knew it!" She yells, marching up to you. "What were you thinking? Taking on the White Fang all by yourself is reckless! We were in town, why not call us?" She lectures.
You realize that her tone is different. She isn't rubbing in that she was right, and she's not mad at you. She almost sounds concerned for you. Genuinely concerned.
"What would have happened if you were hurt? Huh?"
You shrug.
"I… really don't know. I'm used to fighting on my own, so, you know, it's usual for me."
You step away from Ruby and move onto your bed, then look out your window. Ruby's face is downcast. She becomes determined and hops on the bed beside you. She reaches for your shoulder then slowly retracts. Her shaking hands hovers in the air as her mind decides whether to go through with her actions or not. She takes in a deep breath and fills herself with conviction. She pats your shoulder, which makes you look at her, only to be met by a light slap. Her hand cups your face, never going through with the slap. You're surprised at the young Huntress-in-Training's actions, and your face conveys it. She, however, is staring at you with confidence and… a comfortable feeling.
"You aren't alone anymore, so don't you dare try to fight every battle on your own," she says. "We'll help you no matter what. Me, Yang, everyone! It's what a team does."
"But… we're not on a team," you half-heartedly argue.
Ruby shakes her head.
"We are a team, (Y/N). Don't forget that."
With those last words, Ruby smiles, which hits your heart. She looks away from you and bounces off your bed and leaving your room. You remain still, staring at where Ruby used to be.
"We… are a team?" You whisper to yourself.
You're stuck on Ruby's words for at least five minutes, sitting still like a statue.
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Ruby exits your room, gently closing the door. Once she hears the door click she exhales all her breath and falls against the door. She's sweating, fidgeting, and scared. Yet she's feeling excited, accomplished and powerful.
"I… I actually talked to him like that. Ohhhh I was so cool. I slapped him and was like 'It's what a team does' and he was all like 'But… we're not on a team,'" she imitates you in a less than manly manner. "And I was all like 'We are a team.' Oooooh," Ruby squeals, her body tensing up from excitement as she falls over on the floor, kicking her feet to let out some energy.
She then sprawls out in front of your door, happily chuckling. She's proud of herself that she could pull that off. At the start she had to stop herself from laughing, but at the end it took everything to not break down, and to keep a serious face. She really was scared when she learned what Coco told her. She knows about the burning building, about the one shooting fire, about you saving a child, and even you crashing in a Bullhead. Coco and team RWBY visited the crash site, hoping to find you there, but you weren't. Ruby knew you were alive, but she was scared of what could have happened. You could have died right there in the crash if you weren't lucky. She just wishes they were there with you. She wishes she was there.
Ruby's cheek heat up at the thought, and she scares herself with it. She bounces to her feet and looks at your door. She's feeling odd right now that no words could describe. Not even her mind can formulate any reasonable judgement about it.
She lets out a soft smile.
"I'm glad you're okay, (Y/N)."
With that last whisper, she returns to her room.
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You're motionless, still thinking on Ruby's words. It takes a rustling from the bathroom to break you out of your trance.
"Right, Brine. I should probably… restrain him... yeah," you say with a lack of enthusiasm.
You get off your bed and walk towards the bathroom. On the way you grab your chair and slide it out from your desk. You enter the bathroom and notice Dylan is fidgeting. He'll no doubt wake up soon. You grab his arm and pull him out of tub. His body is mostly limp, and his face is about to yours. You pull him towards you and maneuver him to your back. You carry him to the chair and rest him on it with some caution. You grab his hands and examines the jewels he has.
Hm… they're attached to gloves, similar to Yang's. Easy enough.
You slip off the gloves and set them down on your desk. You turn back to Dylan and think.
I should probably restrain him. Even if he doesn't have his weapons, I don't think just letting him walk around would be a good idea… or would it?
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Dylan's senses start coming back to him one at a time. First comes sound, but he only hears the faint whistling of the wind outside the window. Then comes smell, which is a scent that he's never smelt before. The entire environment smells different, except for one thing. He can smell someone who makes his stomach churn. Next comes his sight. His eyes flutter open, and he's greeted by an unfamiliar wall. He looks around the room, trying to get his bearings. But then he starts to feel again. His entire body is completely sore from both the sight and the crash.
He grinds his teeth to deal with the pain, but he can't focus on that right now. He has to learn where he is. His ears pick up running water in the next room over. He stands up and looks at the closed door. At that moment he realizes there's no restraints on him, despite what he smells. He looks down at him, making sure he's unharmed. The first thing he notices is that his weapon, Zephyr Shale, are gone.
Once he realizes this, the other door opens. You walk out, rubbing your hands on your jeans and sniffling.
"I would not go into that bathroom just yet, if you know what I'm saying," you smirk, wafting in front of your face.
Dylan clenches his fists and gets into a fighting stance. You roll your eyes.
"Calm down, Brine, I don't intend to fight here, especially in my dorm. I'd have to clean up and, well I just really don't want to."
You pass Dylan, keeping your eyes on him and keeping yourself light. Dylan keeps his guard up and makes sure his entire body is facing you. You sit on your bed, letting one arm drop while the other rests on your knee.
"So, as you may have noticed, you're very interesting weapons have been taken away from you. And," you wave your finger at him. "Don't think of looking for them, cause you'll never find them."
"What do you want from me?" Dylan growls, his eyes still burning with fire.
You shake your head.
"Always assuming, how rude," you smile. "Look, you're not in a condition to fight and you know it. So, you might as well relax. If you make too much of a scene then other students will realize you're here. Don't tell anyone, but I snuck you in," you whisper the last part.
"Why? How did you even get me here?" He questions, still hostile.
"Well, after I dragged you out of the burning Bullhead I brought you to Beacon. It's better than handing you over to the police." Dylan cringes at the mention of the authorities. "And you can help me out."
"With what?"
"The White Fang have been causing a lot of trouble, from what I've heard – robbing Dust shops, an attack on the docks. It's not something admirable. Perhaps you, being the infamous 'Son of the Waves', can help me find them."
"Ha! You think you can make me go against my brothers!" Dylan passionately shouts. "Especially after you murdered some of them."
"Hey, you attacked me first, remember," you bring up, slightly insulted.
"You provoked."
"You acted!"
You both stare intently at each other, neither one of you wanting to give in to the other. But, you give in quite quickly, looking away and shrugging.
"Well, whatever. It's not like you can leave anyway. No more Bullheads out back to Vale, AND there are professors watching out for students, so, well, even if you manage to get past me you won't be going anywhere tonight."
Dylan's body tenses – his teeth grinding and his fists clenched – but he can't deny logic. He has no chance to win against anyone without his weapons. Thus, the only logical thing to do is hold out here until the morning.
He relaxes his body and sighs.
"Very well, Slater," he says in defeat.
You smirk.
"Alright, I don't have to clean my room!" You cheer, yet Dylan doesn't seem amused. "Well, you can take my bed I suppose. I would be terribly rude if I didn't give the best accommodations to my guest," you bow at the last word.
"Don't patronize me, Slater," he barks.
You shrug.
"Fine, whatever. It's (Y/N), by the way," you bring up as you walk towards the corner wall.
Dylan reluctantly lies in your bed, squirming around since he's utterly uncomfortable.
"Bleh, it smells like you."
"Well, yeah, it's where I sleep," you remark.
"Shut up. I was simply speaking aloud."
You sit in the corner and lie up against the wall.
"Jeez, I've had to do this twice in a row now." You quietly complain.
"Serves you right," Dylan proudly mumbles.
"Hey!"
He can't help but snicker at that. You roll your eyes, then look down at your belt. You click a button near where the sword attaches.
Now, just in case, he won't be able to use my sword against me.
You glance over at Dylan one last time. He seems to have gotten moderately comfortable, and he isn't staring at you with malicious intent, so that's a good thing. You decide you can rest easy for now, and you'll deal with him in the morning.
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KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
The light yet firm knock snaps you out of your sleep. You rub your head and look over to the bed. Dylan seems to be sleeping moderately peacefully. Suddenly the thought of someone seeing your uninvited guest makes you scared. You frantically run towards your bed and, once you get there, you pull the blankets over Dylan's head to hide him. Luckily he doesn't seem to notice, and continues to sleep. You then rush over to the door, take a deep breath to calm yourself, then pleasantly open the door with a smile on your face.
To your surprise, it's Professor Ozpin. He has a coffee and his cane, like always.
"Greetings, (Y/N). Did you sleep well?"
You nod, stretching a bit as you yawn.
"Yeah, the bed isn't too bad."
"Mm, well I'm glad. My apologies for waking you on a weekend, but I had something to discuss."
"Is it about the whole… you know… 'dad' thing?" You mumble.
Ozpin shakes his head.
"No, no, that's all done with now. Of course I don't intend to call you 'son', unless you want me to," he smirks.
"Uh, no, it's fine. I guess I should be up anyway," you nervously chuckle, rubbing the back of your head. "But, yeah, if you need to talk then lets go walk around."
Ozpin lightly chuckles.
"Your enthusiasm is to be admired, but it's not you that I wish to speak with."
You tense up and your face instantly changes to panic. Ozpin drifts his eyes over to the bed.
"He is there, is he not?"
"How did you…"
Ozpin chuckles once more.
"You think I don't know what goes on in my own school?"
Ozpin walks into your room and approaches your bed. He moves the blanket with his cane, revealing a now awake Dylan Brine. He stares at Ozpin, seemingly conflicted of how to react.
"Mr. Brine, I would like to speak to you in my office, please."
"Do I have a choice?" He snarls.
"You always have a choice. I simply recommend pursuing this option."
Dylan takes little time to weigh his options.
"Very well, I'll accompany you."
Dylan leaves your bed and follows Ozpin out of the room. Ozpin nods as he leaves you alone, and Dylan closes the door behind you. You stand there, confused on why Ozpin needs to speak with Dylan.
"What am I supposed to do?" You shout, throwing your arms in the air. You sigh, then walk towards the bathroom. "Screw it, I'm going to shower."
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Dylan and Ozpin finally reach his office. Dylan's keeping his eyes on Ozpin, weary of what the mysterious headmaster. Then again, he's always weary with any human.
"Please, take a seat," Ozpin offers, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. Dylan hesitantly takes a seat and sits attentively. Ozpin sits in his own chair and takes a drink of his coffee, staring at Dylan. He sets his coffee down and intertwines his hands.
"So, Dylan Brine. You're known as the 'Son of the Waves' are you not?"
"Yes," he blandly states.
"And you're still in the White Fang? Even after your-"
"Look, what do you want with me? It's obvious you're not going to let me go, so are you here to interrogate me? Torture me? Make me spill all my secrets."
"Torture?" Ozpin snickers. "No, no torture. Though I'm sure that wouldn't work on you anymore, hm?"
Dylan crosses his arms and turns away.
"Mr. Brine, you're a bright boy and very skilled. Your use of dust and weapons is exceptional. So exceptional I would like to invite you to my school."
Dylan turns towards Ozpin, admittedly surprised at his offer. Dylan chuckles.
"Me? You want me, a member of the White Fang, to join your school?" He repeats, almost mocking the idea.
Ozpin, however, remains as serious as ever. He softly nods.
"Yes, I do. If you agree, I'll return your weapons to you."
"Slater gave you the weapons?"
"No, but again, there's very little that gets by me in this school. Just like how I know (Y/N) saved your life after your Bullhead crashed, then, while injured, carried your body up the rock face. Curious, is it not. He could have just left you to die," Ozpin describes, a certain pride in his voice.
"You expect me to owe him?"
"I expect you to give him a chance. (Y/N) wouldn't bring you back here unless he saw something in you."
"Ha, Slater… he's not one who's to think that far ahead."
Ozpin raises his brow at this statement.
"You speak as though you've heard of him before."
Dylan devilishly smirks. Ozpin can tell his entire persona has just flipped in an instant.
"Because there's someone who knows him. Someone who knows you. He's told all of us what we need to know about Slater."
"Hm… I see. Well, perhaps that's also something we can discuss at another time."
"You won't get anything out of me. I won't betray the White Fang!" Dylan proudly states.
"I thought as much. Still, my offer stands and I suggest you take it. Perhaps we'll both learn a thing or two."
"What could you possibly teach me?"
Ozpin takes a drink of his coffee then smiles.
"It depends on what you wish to learn. However, I have one question to ask you." Dylan raises his brow. Ozpin leans a tad bit closer. "Who told you, and the rest of the White Fang, about (Y/N)?"
Dylan smirks.
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30 Minutes Later
Dylan approaches your dorm with his own scroll. He looks down at it, then flashes it in front of the sensor. It lights up, and he hears a click. Dylan shakes his head as he opens the door.
"Why did I agree to this?" He rants.
Dylan opens the door and is instantly surprised. There are now two beds with the bookcase in-between them. There's a uniform laid out on one of the beds, which Dylan assumes to be his, and his weapons are neatly placed beside them. Dylan approaches the bed and grabs his weapons, quickly putting them on.
"Your weapons will be returned to you, but know that you're surrounded by Huntsmen and Huntresses. No matter how strong you believe yourself to be, you will not defeat the entire school."
Ozpin's words echo in Dylan's ear, and they have merit. You already proved that you can combat Dylan on your own, and he knows there's absolutely no way he can win against an entire school. His only option is to wait this out, then, when the opportunity presents itself, he'll escape with intel on Beacon. Perhaps it will help the White Fang in some way.
Since it's the weekend, however, there are no classes which means Dylan has nothing to do. He was warned that he cannot leave the school grounds, so he has nothing to do. He was told of a library on campus. That seems like the best place to go.
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It's thankfully a beautiful day outside, and one where you can finally kick back and relax. No more wearing that damndable uniform, no more worrying about essays, no more worrying about Ms. Goodwitch hitting you with her forsaken riding crop. No more of that, it's just you and you alone.
You're laying under a tree, arms behind your head, and legs lazily set up. You take a deep breath and exhale, enjoying the time. But, for some reason, you feel like something's off. Everything else seems right, but this one thing… it's like someone is around you, or watching you. You open one eye then look to the right. There are a few students talking on a bench, but they aren't looking at you. You lazily flop your head to the right to see Ruby's eyes.
"GAH!" You scream, your body jolting from fear.
Ruby starts busting a gut laughing, and it's not a quiet laugh either. She's enjoying this far too much as she rolls from side to side, holding her stomach and kicking her feet.
"Why would you do that?" You complain, returning to your original position.
"Because… Because it was really funny," Ruby laughs.
You shake your head and adopt your own smile.
"Well I'm glad you're amused. So, why're you here?"
"Well," Ruby exhales, calming down with the odd giggle here and there. "I wanted to see how my teammate was doing."
You turn your head towards her, so you're facing each other.
"Right, we're teammates. But what about your other ones?"
"I don't know where Blake is. Weiss was doing… something. I really don't know what, and Yang is still sleeping."
"Still?" You question.
Ruby nods.
"Yeah, she's a heavy sleeper."
You shrug.
"Makes sense. So, what have you got planned for this beautiful Saturday… day?"
Ruby giggles a bit.
"Nothing comes to mind. I wanted to go to Vale with Weiss and pick up this board game, but she was too busy. The only thing I got out of her was that she was 'planning something important'" Ruby says with air quotes. "So I don't really know what that is."
"Well, I cordially invite you to lay with me," you joke.
Ruby smiles.
"I think I'll take you up on that offer. It's not like I was doing that for the past couple minutes."
"Hey, don't use my sarcasm against me," you say, nudging her.
"'A Huntress must know their opponent through and through to use their strengths against them'," Ruby recites.
"Port's words, right. Way to use that lesson against a fellow huntsman!"
Ruby cutely smiles and shrugs. You shake your head and stare up at the sky.
"Hey… Little Red?"
"Mm?"
You turn back at her, and she's still staring at you. She's almost locked herself into a position where she has to look at you. You can't formulate words at first, and it shows. Your frantic eye movement, and you opening your mouth only to close it again. Ruby raises her brow, but keeps her face innocent.
"What is it?" She presses.
"I… I want to thank you for last night – for checking up on me. I, uh… I appreciate that."
Ruby begins to blush.
"I, uh, no, it's not, don't even worry about it," Ruby mumbles, not able to create an actual sentence.
"No… Ruby," you say her name which surprises her. Your face is dead serious. "I mean it."
Ruby's face goes a whole new level of red, but you don't really notice it. Finally you break eye contact and look up at the sky.
Ruby can't help but look at you, and in doing so her cheeks won't calm down. She can't comprehend the feeling you constantly bring up in her. She's never felt it before, and doesn't know how to respond to it. Why does she blush? Why does her heart beat a little faster? Why does she want to spend time with you? Why did, instead of finding Jaune to hang out with, she sat beside you. Why she does this, she has no idea. But, like most things she does, it's instinctive and she doesn't think about it.
"There you are!" A voice shouts.
Ruby snaps out of her trance and you both look at the source of the voice. Weiss is walking towards you two in a different outfit than you've seen her in before. It seems like a mix of a dress and a coat, with high boots.
"Well aren't you just a SnowPea, huh?" You chuckle.
"What?"
You shrug.
"Nothing. Anyway, I guess you're looking for Ruby," you say as you stand up. "So I'll jus-"
"Actually, no. I was looking for you."
You recoil a bit in surprise. You cock your head to the side and point your finger at yourself.
"Yes, dunce. Don't you remember what I said yesterday?"
"You say a lot of things, Weiss. You can't expect me to remember them all."
Ruby quickly jolts to her feet and remains by your side, looking back and forth between you two.
"You said I don't know how to have fun!" Ruby giggles at this. "Quiet you! Anyway, I have planned an exceptionally entertaining day to prove that I know how to have fun!"
"How did you get Weiss all fired up?" Ruby whispers, leaning towards you.
"I insulted her," you whisper back.
"Oooooh," she nods, understanding.
"Alright, Weiss. I'll let you 'dazzle' me. Are we going now?"
"That would be preferable," she responds.
"Alright, lets go, I guess."
You and Weiss begin walking away, leaving Ruby on her own. She stutters a bit, then raises her hand up.
"Can I come?" She shouts.
You stop and turn your upper body towards her.
"Nah, this'll just be Weiss and I. We'll hang out another time, just us two. Sound good?"
Ruby pouts in disappointment but then smiles.
"Okay!"
"See ya, Little Red!"
You wave to her, wink, then continue to walk with Weiss. Ruby retracts her hand back to her and holds it. Her cheeks are heating up again.
"Well isn't that cute," a voice snickers.
Ruby looks to her side and sees Coco and Velvet.
"W-What?"
"Ruby, look at your face. You're so red," Velvet giggles.
"S-So?"
The two stop in front of Ruby, blocking her view of you and Weiss. Coco lowers her glasses, sizing Ruby up.
"I suppose she wouldn't know, given how young she is."
"What?"
"That's true. Should we tell her?" Velvet asks.
"Whaat?"
"No, it's best not to force things. Let her figure it out for herself."
"WHAT?" Ruby shrieks, the anticipation killing her.
Coco chuckles.
"Oh, nothing. Come on Velvet, we have to catch up with the boys."
"Alright. Bye Ruby! Good luck!" Velvet says, waving as the two leave.
"Good luck with what!?"
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Dylan shimmies his way into the library. Not many people notice him, apart from the one or two students who look up at anyone who walks into the building. Lucky for him the only person who knows of his White Fang past is you. Well, the only student. So he should blend right in as a student and have no trouble whatsoever. However, someone noticed him walk into the library and has their eyes on him.
Dylan casually walks through the library with his hands in his pockets, taking in all that he can. He's always had a weakness to knowledge. He likes to know all he can, and this library could probably add a few things to his memory banks. Dylan slips into one of the hallways and starts scanning all the books. But something's nagging him. It's a feeling that's pushing its way to the surface of his brain. He stops walking, standing absolutely still. He slowly turns his head so he can look down the hallway. Nothing.
"Hm…"
Dylan turns right around and starts walking back through the hallway, leading to the exit. He leaves the library and heads to the right. The moment he passes the corner he leans back, evading a hand. But the hands almost evaporates, and he's grabbed from the other side. He's pushed behind the corner and slammed into the wall. He can feel a forearm pressed against his neck, and his wrists gripped by a single hand. He cringes a bit, then looks his attacker in the eyes.
"Ah… Blake Belladonna. I suppose there are two students who know the real me," he confidently says, smirking.
Blake applies more pressure to his throat.
"You… you deceived me. You're White Fang."
"As you are. Or, were. Perhaps Adam would allow you back."
"Shut up. We're going to talk about you, and not me," Blake hisses, her entire persona deadly serious.
"I suppose I should have expected this. You and your friends have been interrupting our activity for some time. Especially you, Blake, and that annoyance Slater. Why? Why have you turned on the ones who've taken care of you?" He politely asks in a sinister tone.
"What are you doing here? How did you slip past everyone?" Blake questions, ignoring everything he just said.
"I'm a student here now, actually. So I'd let go before I tell a teacher on you."
Blake pushes against Dylan's throat even more, making him cough.
"No way you're part of this school."
"Ask your headmaster and Slater," he coughs. "Slater brought me here, and Ozpin invited me. I suppose I'm just like you now, huh? Just more loyal."
Blake knees him in the stomach, forcing him to shut up.
"What are the White Fang up to? Why are they working with a human? Why steal dust?"
"Dreadfully sorry, but I'm not supposed to reveal plans to ex-members. Perhaps you should renew your membership," Dylan sarcastically answers.
Blake shakes her head and lets Dylan go.
"I've heard of you before, but now I have a face. Dylan Brine, brother of Aza Brine. If I remember correctly, you left the White Fang once too."
"It was a foolish mistake. All humans must be eradicated in the name of justice," Dylan snarls.
Blake sighs.
"You've been listening to him too much. But maybe one day you'll realize that there's a difference between justice and… what they do," Blake softly tells him.
"Hmph, I know what we do, and I know what humans do. They deserve everything that's coming to them."
"Perhaps. But the same could be said for the White Fang."
With that last sentence, Blake leaves Dylan to his thoughts. Dylan keeps his eyes on Blake. He's disgusted that she's hiding her ears under that bow. Granted, Dylan's aren't all that visible but that's simply because of his shaggy hair. He's not ashamed of who he is, and he knows that he's right. The White Fang are right.
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"You didn't go back for him!" A woman shouts, menacingly approaching Roman.
Roman nervously chuckles as he backs away from one of the two most terrifying women he knows.
She's just under Roman's height with a slender body. She has brown hair that parts from the center of her head and goes back, covering the upper half of her ears, and does not go past her neck. Her plump lips and petit nose compliment her pale skin, which is home to a single, small mole that sits under the left side of her mouth. She has a black tank top of that does little more than prevent cleavage, as it's covered by a red jacket. It seems to have small bits of armour under the fabric at her shoulders, but in no other spots. The collar of the jacket is very prominent, and covers her entire neck, minus the front, though there is a blue band that wraps around her neck. The under layer of the sleeves are blue, contrasting the red, and stop to a point at the wrist. She finishes with red, skin tight leggings that are layered with kunai on both the inner and outer thigh.
Her fierce blue eyes remain fixed on Roman as she approaches him.
"Well how is it my fault that he was captured? I'm no pet-sitter."
"What did you just call my brother?" She snarls, opening her palm and summoning a flame.
"Aza!" Cinder calls.
Aza stops in her tracks and retracts the flame. Both she and Roman look at Cinder, who's walking her trademark walk towards them.
"You can't judge Roman on what he says, but what he does, and he's done much for us, haven't you, Roman?"
"Thank you," Roman smiles, rubbing it in Aza's face.
"Now Aza, shouldn't you be meeting Neo?"
"Yes, I was about to until I heard Dylan was captured by a Huntsman. That… Slater child, no less," she says with disgust.
"We'll get him back, in time. For now, Aza, you'll have to take over Dylan's previous operation."
Aza bows her head.
"Of course. But afterward, I intend to reclaim my brother, and kill Slater."
Cinder nods.
"We will need him. But focus on the task at hand. You'll get your chance to get your brother in time. As for Slater, well, you'll have to fight someone else for that chance," Cinder warns, smiling mischievously at the thought of her ally.
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Ozpin watches as the next airship leaves the docking area. He knows you and Weiss are on it, and that's why he's a bit worried. From what he gathered from his conversation with Dylan, someone is after you. Not the school, Team RWBY, or whatever plot is going on behind the scenes, but you specifically. Ozpin has a few ideas of who that could be, but…
"Professor Ozpin, I have some things to go over with you about the second mid-semester student you've enrolled," Glynda speaks as she approaches the headmaster. "This Dylan Brine fellow. You roomed him with (Y/N) and placed him in nearly all the same courses. Now, I understand that most courses are already filled but…"
Glynda looks at Ozpin and can tell there's a certain uneasiness in his face. She lowers her scroll and moves diagonally in front of him.
"Ozpin, what's wrong?"
"I… have reason to believe (Y/N) is in danger."
"Well, as Huntsmen we all are in danger. But since you're saying this it must mean he's in a special kind of danger."
Ozpin takes a drink of his coffee.
"You are correct. I'm… nervous as to who this individual might be. They've taken a special interest in (Y/N), and that might lead them to Beacon."
"Well, I'm sure if someone attacked Beacon we have more than enough manpower to defend ourselves. Unless," Glynda gasps. "Are you talking about-"
"Yes. It's a theory that I hope is wrong, but it might be. Glynda, take extra precautions with (Y/N). I don't know when, but I think someone might come for him."
Glynda nods.
"Of course. Perhaps getting Qrow to investigate this on the side would be beneficial?"
Ozpin smirks.
"I was just thinking that myself."
With that Glynda turns to leave. She really hopes it's a small threat, or perhaps Ozpin is being paranoid. The later assumption is highly unlikely, however, as he's never concerned without reason. Reminds her of two other people, one of which she once knew.
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It's been a few months since Glynda and Jet started dating. It's been hard at points, but not because of incompatibility. Between school, missions, and world events, it's been difficult for many to keep their heads on straight. Yet somehow Jet's always smiling, always making a joke, and always making sure she's okay. It's something Glynda oddly loves. She loves that someone's always asking if she's okay, and asking her opinion on everything. It's nice to have someone to rely on.
Flipping that around, Glynda has to take care of Jet just as much, especially when it comes to school work and missions. Somehow Jet made sure that they're on missions together, despite being on different teams. She, Jet, and Harrier are a true force to be reckoned with, even if the brothers can get cocky at times. But, the three have grown closer, especially Glynda and Jet.
At the moment everyone is in the cafeteria. Glynda and Jet's teams are sitting together, talking and laughing.
"So then Glynda lifts the Ursa way into the air setting it up perfectly for Harrier," Jet explains, standing up and being the focus of the table, and even surrounding tables. "So she's holding it and Harrier jumps up to take it down. But, having just finished off the King Taijitu, I thought I might as well give them a hand, you know? It was the last Ursa of about… what was it guys?"
"Three dozen," Harrier proudly answers, crossing his arms and lifting his head.
"Well, maybe a little less, but around there," Glynda rectifies, looking back at Jet who's beside her.
"Yeah, yeah," Jet waves them off, wanting to continue with his story. "So, anyway, Harrier leaps into the air to deliver the final blow, and I decide to steal the thunder."
"As you tend to do," Harrier adds.
Jet looks away and chuckles, then returns to tell the story.
"So I jump in between Harrier and the Ursa, quickly pull out my best buddy Crimson Blaze," he explains as he pantomimes the event. "And slice the Ursa in two."
"So what about Harrier?" Glynda's teammate inquires, captivated in the story.
"Oh, this is the best part."
"Yes, the very best part," Harrier remarks, standing up and sliding beside his brother. "As my dear brother cuts down the beast, I'm already in mid swing. I slice his back, causing his to cry out in pain!"
"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, there was no crying from me," Jet defends as the table laughs.
"I don't know. I think I saw a tear," Glynda giggles.
"Glynda! Why?" Jet shouts, feeling betrayed.
Glynda sassily shrugs, smirking.
"Wait, so how are you okay?" Another of Glynda's teammates ask, a little worried.
Jet waves them off.
"Please, you know how many times I've been hurt. I mean," Jet pulls out Crimson Blaze and shoves it into his gut, cringing at the pain as blood seeps out of the whole.
Everyone around him, aside from Harrier and Glynda, freak out, yelling at Jet. Jet, however, is completely calm.
"See… I just," he pulls out the blade and sheaths it. The hole in his stomach begins healing rather quickly. "Heal. Only problem is there's a hole in my uniform now."
"You take too many risks with that, Jet. You can only take so much, you know," Harrier advises.
"Oh, don't fret," he says, slapping his hand down on Harrier's shoulder. "I know my limits. Besides, Glynda would be quite mad if I overexerted myself."
"He's not wrong," she agrees.
"Anyway, anyway, so Harrier hurt me and my feelings got hurt."
"Oh bite me," Harrier chuckles.
The entire table chuckles. Jet sighs with happiness, then sits back down beside Glynda. He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer, causing her to giggle. Harrier sits on the other side of Glynda and shakes his head at Jet's actions. Glynda places her hand on Jet's stomach. Bold of her, yes, but she's gotten a lot more intimate since she started dating Jet. Things like touching and kissing in private doesn't bother her as much.
Jet leans on Glynda's shoulder and moves his mouth to her ear.
"Hey, you wanna go for a walk," he whispers.
Glynda rests her head on his.
"Alright you big baby," she whispers back.
The two of them stand up.
"So, my friends, I will see you all later," Jet bows before walking away with Glynda.
The moment Glynda and Jet leave the cafeteria he slips his hand around Glynda's. She blushes, but is ecstatic.
"You just wanted to do that, didn't you?" Glynda teases.
Jet twirls her around then pulls her close, so their bodies are pressing against each other. She can feel his cool breath glaze along her face. She smiles at him, looking at his gleaming eyes.
"Maybe," he huffs. "But can you blame me? I want all this beautiful to myself."
Glynda rolls her eyes.
"Flatterer."
Jet slowly leans into Glynda, delivering a slow kiss at first. Glynda wants to push him away, since they are in public, but she can't find the strength to. He breaks off as slowly and softly as he began, leaving Glynda wanting more.
"Glynda, you know the dance is coming up, right?"
Mhm," Glynda nods, enjoying the moment.
"Are you gonna go to it?"
"Not sure. Waiting for my boyfriend to make up his mind," she giggles, still holding him close.
"Huh… well he better come up with some extravagant way to ask you."
"I'm sure he will. He hasn't disappointed me yet," she says as she rest her head on his chest.
"Jet, I… I…"
"Shh, let's just stay silent for now. The other students might notice us if we're too loud."
Glynda closes her eyes and enjoys the company of someone she… very much cares for.
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You and Weiss walk away from the Vale docking area to start the day that Weiss has dragged you into. She's on her scroll, not paying too much attention to what's in front of her. You're beside her, hands in your pockets, watching out for her so she doesn't hit a pole.
"So, first off-"
"Wait… do you have an itinerary?" You laugh.
Weiss looks up from her scroll.
"I… No!"
You burst out laughing at Weiss' expense.
"Well, whatever. I have one place I want to stop by, first," you voice, looking straight ahead again.
"Where?"
"I need to grab a book," you smirk and lead Weiss through the street.
Weiss looks down at her scroll and thinks.
"Well… we can't take too long!" Weiss shouts, catching up with you.
"Forget the itinerary!"
"It's not an itinerary! It's a reference schedule."
"So… an itinerary," you chuckle.
"S-Shut up."
Weiss' cheeks are puffed and she's getting red, but that only makes it all the more funny for you. But, you'll give her a break. She seems to have taken the time to plan something for the two of you, and you'll respect that. But what you have in mind is far more important than just hanging out in Vale. So, you and Weiss keep walking. You notice a few people eying the two of you. You assume they're probably just looking at her for both her beauty and the fact that she's a Schnee. There's not all that many of them, and since they are such an important company it seems fitting for people to respect that family. Then again, from what you've heard, they haven't made the most respectable choice. But you don't have enough information about that. You'd have to ask Weiss, and, well, you don't think it would end very well.
Weiss huffs, which gets your attention.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine. Just… the looks are getting a little annoying."
"Heh, I was just thinking about that. Are you not used to it?"
Weiss shrugs.
"I am, but it's like getting used to a stinging arm. You might get used to it, but that doesn't mean it's not there."
"Hm, yeah, I guess that makes sense. Hey, you think they assume we're dating?" You smirk, leaning closer to her.
Her face instantly goes red as she pushes you away.
"Ah! No! You dunce! Don't even think that!" She yells.
You burst out laughing.
"I never said I thought it. I was talking about them. But do you think it too?"
Weiss crosses her arms, rolls her eyes, and looks away from you.
"Awww, are you giving me the cold shoulder?"
Weiss ignores you. You simply pout.
"Hm… that's Weiss cold."
"Bleh, you're as bad as Yang," Weiss gags.
"Hey! I'm not THAT bad," you defend.
"Yeah, you are," Weiss lightly chuckles.
"Hey! That's a laugh! I'll take it!"
"Sure, take this victory then. It's all yours," Weiss sarcastically remarks.
You bow your head towards her.
"I will take this with pride, fair maiden."
Weiss chuckles once again and shakes her head.
"I swear, I don't know how you're a Huntsman."
"My dashing good looks and extravagant skill?" You offer.
"Well, you got skill right," she coyly smirks.
"Oh. Oh. Ooooh, Weiss. You got me there," you laugh.
You continue to go back and forth with each other, making both of you laugh, until you reach your destination.
"Tuckson's Book Trade?" Weiss reads, staring up at the sign.
You nod.
"Yeah. Come on."
You and Weiss enter the building, signaled by the bell that rings. You both see Tuckson standing behind the desk, leaning on it with his head in his hands. He slightly looks up at the incoming customer, and as soon as he realizes it's you his face lights up.
"Y-You're alive! Wait..." He then notices Weiss, and recognizes her instantly.
"Tuckson, you owe me a book and an explanation," you confidently say, marching towards him.
"Um… Well, can we talk in the back?"
"I was about to suggest it. Come on, Weiss."
The three of you walk to the back of the store, but Weiss is extremely confused on what's happening. She noticed Tuckson become a little stiff when she was around, so he must know her. But it was a different stiff from other guys. This was like fear. However, you seem to be completely calm so, for the moment, she'll follow your lead. She's become far more interested in this little detour than she was before.
Tuckson leads you both to the backroom. He closes the door behind him, turns to you, and sighs.
"So you defeated him?"
"More or less," you answer, avoiding the fact you brought him to Beacon. "But you're what we're going to talk about. You're part of the White Fang?"
Weiss reacts to this, taking a slightly more aggressive stance, but not attacking. Tuckson remains calm at Weiss' action.
"Yes, I thought Weiss Schnee would become hostile around me, a White Fang. But… it's not all black and white. Allow me to explain," he pleads.
You place your hand on Weiss' shoulder, making her look at you. You have a soft face that tells her to calm down. She diverts her eyes for a moment then returns to looking at you. She nods, relaxing.
"Go ahead, Tuckson."
"First, I want to clear something up. I… I am a Faunus myself. I was worried what you would think if I said I was."
"Why?"
"Because they know about you, (Y/N) Slater. Everyone in the White Fang knows of the infamous Slater child."
This makes both you and Weiss raise your brows.
"Why? Who's talking about me behind my back? Did they say I can't dance, because I sure can!"
"I…uh…" Tuckson isn't sure how to respond to that.
Weiss rolls her eyes at you, then delivers a heavy punch to your shoulder.
"Ow, hey!"
"What was said about (Y/N)?" Weiss questions.
"I… didn't hear much. I haven't been in the White Fang for a very long time. We're given a picture and told to avoid you at all cost."
"A picture? Did they get my good side?"
This time Weiss hops up and punches your head, forming a lump. You rub it, on the verge of tears.
"Ooow," you cry.
"Get serious about this!" Weiss snarls.
You rub the bump one more time then sigh.
"Fine, take away my fun. Anyway, that's something I'll have to… look into." You pause, thinking of Dylan. "Anyway, continue on, Tuckson."
"Well, I… I don't believe in what the White Fang do. You possibly remember when I talked about my son? I lied, in a sense. He wasn't a regular activist. He was part of the White Fang. I begged him to reconsider, but he refused to hear anything. With all hopes of pulling him out to be lost, I thought 'If I join him I might be able to show him why they're wrong.' Well… it didn't work. He died not too long ago while piloting a Bullhead when they tried to steal Schnee Dust Company crates from the docks. Something took down his Bullhead and he didn't survive."
The room get eerily quiet as a mourning for his son. Weiss thinks she knows when that was, but doesn't say anything.
"I'm sorry, Tuckson. But… why stay with the White Fang?"
"They don't offer many ways out," he chuckles, though he isn't making a joke in the slightest. "I just had to think of a way to leave, but at the same time I didn't want to help them in any way. That's why he came here. I… I don't know how much longer they'll hold off on possibly… killing me."
You and Weiss share a look. An idea comes to mind, but you need Weiss' house. You lightly grab her hand, to her surprise.
"I need to talk to Weiss. Wait here a moment."
You pull Weiss out of the room and to the shop.
"What're you doing?" Weiss complains.
"Weiss, you must have connections or something. Do you think you could get him out of here? A ticket to another kingdom or something?"
"What? Why would I do that?" She retorts.
Your face drops.
"Weiss, he isn't a regular White Fang. He doesn't want this, and they will kill him. You can save his life!"
"How do you know he's telling the truth? He could be lying, trying to get you comfortable around you before striking," she brings up.
You cross your arms and shake your head.
"Just trust me, Weiss. I don't think he's like that, and if I'm wrong then I'll take responsibility to fix it."
Weiss still has doubt in her mind, and it's evident on her face. She looks away from you, contemplating what to do.
"Weiss, come on! If you're wrong then an innocent man could die!" You add.
Weiss' breathing becomes heavy from frustration.
"Fine, I'll see what I can do," she huffs, not happy with her own response.
But then you do something that surprises her. You wrap your arms around her, embracing her.
"Thanks Weiss. I owe you one."
You don't see Weiss' blush, or frustration. She lightly pushes you away, and you let go.
"Yeah, you're right. You do owe me one. And… never do that again," she weakly demands, fixing her clothes.
"Ah come on, I'm not a bad hugger. Besides, you're all red anyway. Perhaps you enjoyed it?" You ask with a coy smile.
"I don't help with this, you know?" She shouts.
You raise your hands to surrender, taking a step back.
"Alright, alright. My apologies."
You and Weiss enter the backroom where Tuckson is patiently – if a tad nervously – waiting for you. You come in with a huge smile, which relieves him a bit.
"So, my generous friend here is going to get you a way out of here."
Tuckson's eyes widen, then he looks to Weiss.
"I'll make a call, and someone should be by with a ticket somewhere. I can't say where right now, but you'll be leaving Vale," Weiss explains.
"I… I have no words. Thank you! Thank you both!" He happily says, his gaze switching between the two of you.
"Just get ready to leave, huh? I don't imagine you want to stick around for too long," you advise.
Tuckson nods.
"Of course. Again, thank you! Thank you, Ms. Schnee. I knew your family wasn't as bad as they say."
Weiss crosses her arms and leans on one hip.
"Not all of us," she faintly whispers.
"Well, we'll give you time. Goodbye, Tuckson. I'll visit again before you go," you explain as you walk over a shelf which has most of the new books stacked. You grab the first one that captures your eye. "And I'll take this one."
"Of course. I'll see you then, (Y/N)," he smiles.
You nod back, then you and Weiss take your leave. You exit the store and stand in front of it for a moment.
"Doesn't it feel good, doing a good deed?" You smirk.
"Yeah, maybe. I'll have to see how this plays out. I… admire your determination to help him, though," Weiss reluctantly admits.
"You're gonna make me blush," you chuckle.
Weiss rolls her eyes.
"You can never be serious, can you?"
You shrug.
"Depends on the day, I guess. Anyway, you had a plan for tonight, right? Your 'not-itinerary-but-its-totally-an-itinerary'," you say in air quotes.
Weiss devilishly stares at you, getting real sick of all your jokes. You burst out laughing.
"I absolutely love spending time with you, Weiss. You never fail to make me laugh."
"I never intend to," she flatly states, still mad.
You pat her cheek, to which she instantly pushes away your hand.
"And that's what makes it funny. Come on, I'm waiting to be dazzled."
Weiss' persona changes instantly, becoming far happier as she pulls out her scroll.
"Alright! First, I booked tickets to see some performances!"
"P… Performances? What's being performed?"
"You'll see. If it entertains me then I know you'll be dazzled by it."
"I somehow doubt that," you faintly mutter. "Alright!" You say, at a tone Weiss can hear. "I'll follow your lead."
Weiss strolls down the street while doing something on her scroll. You're not one to spy, so you just keep an eye out to the world – make sure nothing really happens. You don't have Crimson Blaze at the moment so you're at a disadvantage. Weiss, however, has her weapon, so you're not completely defenseless. Whether she could parry an incoming attack while on her scroll or not is a different story.
Moments later she closes her scroll and puts it in her pocket.
"Alright, a limo will meet us up ahead."
"A limo? Why?" You inquire.
"Would you prefer to walk?" Weiss offers, already knowing the answer.
You pout and cross your arms.
"Limo it is."
Weiss smiles in victory as she struts her way through the street. You continue to follow her until you notice a limo parked at the end of the street. You throw your hands behind your head and start lazily walking. Weiss notices this and shakes her head. She's almost embarrassed to be seen with you in public. She can't get to the limo quick enough. Once you both get there you, to Weiss' surprise, open the door for her.
"What a gentleman," she remarks.
"It was beaten into my head in Atlas. Don't let anyone know," you wink, following her into the back. You close the door and take a seat opposite to Weiss. You start to admire the interior as you feel the limo begin to move. Its seats are extremely comfortable, and there's a TV under the window to the driver. A small fridge for drinks, cup holders, a small table in the middle – it's a true limousine.
Weiss crosses her legs and sits regally.
"I hope you're happy with the accommodations. You can have any drinks you wish. There isn't any alcohol, so don't get any ideas," she lectures.
You wave her off as you skirt over to the fridge and grab a drink. You salute Weiss before opening the drink and taking a swig. You wipe your mouth and let out a single cough.
"So, what kind of show are we going to exactly?" You inquire. "I know it's some sort of singing, but…"
"You'll see when we get there. I suppose I set this up selfishly, as I intended to go to this anyway," Weiss admits.
"Hm… Well, I'm interested in seeing what Weiss Schnee is so interested in seeing? Is it really hard core?" You joke.
"No, you dunce. Just… you'll see."
You shrug and lean back in the chair, basking in the comfort. Being in such a bliss, you don't realize that you're already there. The door opens up, revealing what you assume to be the driver. Weiss walks out first, thanking the driver with a head bow. You exit and pat him on the shoulder, which he seems a bit uncomfortable about. You look at the building ahead of you which spears to be some sort of opera house.
Oh god… Please no fire…
"This is the newest opera house in Vale, which replaced the old one that was unfortunately burned down in an accident," Weiss explains, though she seems a little sarcastic about how it was destroyed.
"Yeah… super unfortunate," you agree, shifting the blame off you.
Weiss rolls her head towards you with a doubtful face.
"What?" You proclaim, throwing your hands in the air.
"A very. Unfortunate. Accident," she slowly says, her eyes focused on you.
"You… are a scary person."
Weiss chuckles as she walks away.
"Just try not to do anything stupid here, huh?"
"I did nothing!" You cry.
You sigh in defeat then follow Weiss into the building. Unsurprisingly, you and Weiss pass through most of the lines and security rather quickly.
"Do you want snacks?" Weiss offers.
"Hm…" You moan, slowly walking by the snacks. "No, I'm good, thanks. I want to fully appreciate the performance," you smirk.
"If you're serious, then I'm proud. If you're not… be quiet."
You chuckle at Weiss' answer. You both get really nice seats, sitting in a booth to the right of the stage. It's just you and Weiss, along with two guards that are closer to the back. The room is very well lit, making most things white. You rub your eyes, adjusting to the light. Weiss notices this and snickers.
"If you think the light here is bad then you should try being on stage."
You raise your brow and turn to Weiss.
"How would you know?"
"I sing, well, sung, before Beacon. I haven't had the chance to since I started, but becoming a Huntress is far more important than singing. Still, I do somewhat miss it. The woman coming up used to by my competition, but I always managed to beat her," Weiss states with a hint of pride.
"Hm… I didn't know that. Think you can sing for-"
Weiss places her finger over her mouth.
"Shh, it's starting."
The lights dim around the area, completely focusing on the one woman standing on stage. She's regally standing in the center with a mic stand in front of her. Her luscious golden hair flows straight down, similar to what you imagine Weiss' would do if it wasn't done up. She clears her throat before the music begins. Just the beginning music is already enchanting, calming you to the very soul. You look over at Weiss, who is smiling at experience.
The woman begins singing with an extremely beautiful voice. You can't even believe it. The thought of Weiss being better than this girl is astonishing. The music combined with the singing dances around the air, swirling through your ears with such grace that you can't help but smile. You're not used to this kind of entertainment, but you're definitely enjoying it. The whole feel of the event has a certain feel that's enveloping you.
You once again look at Weiss, who looks like she's in complete bliss. She's smiling a beautiful smile, absolutely enjoying this. You can tell she misses this just by her reaction from hearing it. It's sweet, and shows a side of Weiss that you have yet to see – the pleasant side. But a song can only go on for so long. After a few beautiful minutes, she stops singing. You, along with everyone in the theater, stands up and begins clapping. Weiss is surprised at the amount of enthusiasm in your claps.
"You enjoyed it?" Weiss asks over the roar of clapping.
You nod.
"I did. Seriously, you used to do that?"
Weiss waves hand towards you.
"Yes, but it's not THAT great."
"Weiss, if you're better than her then that's astounding!"
Your compliment makes Weiss blush. It's been a long time since someone has personally complimented her singing ability.
"Is there more?" You follow up, almost bouncing.
"There is, calm down," she lightheartedly says. "Just… stop bouncing."
You look at yourself, realize that you now are indeed bouncing. You stop and rub the back of your head.
"Hehe, sorry."
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The whole performance lasted for about another hour of amazing singers that made your heart melt. You never once dreamed that you'd enjoy this as much as you had, but now you're happy Weiss brought you along. Now, everyone is filing out of the building like ants. The limo is waiting outside of the opera house, which you and Weiss immediately head for. To her surprise, you remain protective of her – making sure nobody got too close to her or made any odd advances. She felt genuinely safe, which is a nice feeling. Of course she could handle anyone who came at her, but not having to be constantly looking over her shoulder is relaxing.
You both enter the back of the limo, and you're still pretty happy.
"Man, Weiss, that was awesome! I got to hand it to you, I didn't think I was going to enjoy it as much as I did."
"I'm glad that you were entertained, but you realize that was only the first thing on my itin- I mean my plan."
You raise your brow, smirking.
"What was that word you were going for? Itin… Itiner… Itinerary?"
"No!" She loudly defends. "Anyway, we have a lot more to get through. I hope you're ready."
"Well, the moment I refuse to spend time with a beautiful lady such as yourself is the moment I'm no longer me," you suavely say, winking.
Weiss rolls her eyes.
"Mhm, and is this other you less annoying?"
"Ah, Weiss… my heart… I don't think I can take it!" You dramatically cry, holding your chest in agony.
"I'm sure you'll live. Driver! Next location, please."
"Yes, ma'am," you hear from the front.
The limo starts moving, and your mind starts racing. What could Weiss possibly have planned next?
Shots have been fired. The S.S. Weiss is firing on the S.S. Ruby on Slater Waters. No, not actually. Well, maybe. Perhaps I'm just terrible at writing romance. I should stop now. There's no way Slater can even talk to other girls. That's it. Story's done. I give up here.
No, I'm just kidding. I've been doing similar things since the beginning of the story. Anyhow, thank you all for reading! It's a longer chapter to compensate for the wait. It only took me so long because Pokeball Z (Dragon Ball Z Team Training) took my life for a time. Then again if you followed me on Twitter you already knew that. I'm getting off topic here, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and some of its cartoony, sarcastic, and serious parts. I find it hard to write the humour RWBY does sometimes because that's animated and this isn't. So when I try to do some humour like the show might do (say, Slater hiding Brine behind his back when Brine is clearly taller than Slater) might not translate over well in the realm of logic. But, whatever. I do my best. Also the action may or may not pick up in the coming chapters. I have some things to get to before Volume 2 (the food fight) comes around, and logically it should be sometime soon. So, I will see you all next time!
FACT: I find it sometimes hard to write locations for Vale. For the longest time I thought the CCT tower was in Vale, but Volume 3 proved me wrong. That made the whole scene during Volume 2 where Weiss goes from the CCT to Vale's highways to fight Roman kind of odd. It's also a mystery that the only map of Vale we get shows that the residential district and commercial district link with Beacon, but we're shown that Beacon's on its own far from Vale. It can't be where the dorms are either, because those seem to be behind that whole docking area we're shown in Volume 1. At least, I think. It's confusing, and it makes it hard to accurately write about. Thus, I've kept to using airships and swimming as transportation between Vale. If someone knows the answer, I'd appreciate you letting me know so I can make more accurate transportation methods.
Questions? Comments? Concerns? Advice? Send me a message! See ya!
Oh, and Mr. Upcoming Writer on , I'm honoured you want to use some of my ideas. I did try to find the story, but failed to. If you could tell me the penname of whoever posted it I can find it easier.