Hey there, sorry about the long delay. RL stuff and writing prompts from tumblr, writers block, and going back and editing/adding content to chapters 1-7/9-10 sorta delayed this one. But its out now and I hope you enjoy it!
Her eyes ran over the same line for what had to have been the fourth time. She frowned, and closed her textbook with a huff. She paused the music playing on her scroll and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes.
It was her free period and she was hoping to get some studying done for Professor's Oobleck's class but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept drifting back to Blake, and what she could possibly do to help her. Ruby's intervention hadn't worked and Blake was even more distant then before, and she had gone and gotten detention in Azura's class the day before. And Weiss had been setting her alarm to wake her up in the middle of the night to try and see if Blake was actually sleeping in the dorm but she was gone every night. And she hadn't seen her in the cafeteria at all during breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
She sighed and opened her eyes, glancing over at the bathroom door. She had the room to herself, she could try.
She stood up and walked over to the bathroom. They had cleaned up the blood but the tiles on the wall were still cracked. She felt something strange in the bottom of her stomach, an emotion she couldn't quite place, as she looked at the cracks, and thought of Blake; what kind of pain she must be going through to do something like that and distancing herself so much from her friends. She sighed again and turned to the mirror.
She stood looking at herself for a moment before saying "Mirror, mirror on the wall, what should I do about Blake?" Her reflection appeared a moment later; she was resting her chin on her thumb, her index finger patting her cheek, her lips pursed as she thought.
"Hmmm. Well, what can we do?" Weiss frowned.
"We have to help her somehow. She isn't sleeping, eating, and she's really acting out. We have to do something before she gets hurts, or Dust forbid, expelled."
"We could tie her to a chair until she calms down."
"Don't be ridiculous. I need a real solution, some way to get Blake out of her rut." Her reflection tapped its finger against its cheek as it thought.
"What did we usually do when we were feeling like that?" Weiss paused as she thought about it.
"Shopping?" Her reflection nodded.
"We could take Blake out on a shopping date in Vale; I'm sure she'll calm down if we buy her enough stuff." Weiss thought it over; she did always feel better after spending a lot of money.
There was a knocking at the dorm door, and Weiss peeked out of the bathroom. Who could that be?
She went to the door and opened it. Pyrrha smiled at her and held up a hand in greeting.
"Hello Weiss. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Not at all. Did you need something?"
"Jaune is taking us all out to go dress shopping for the dance. I thought I would ask if any of you wanted to come with us. I texted Ruby and Yang but they said no."
"I appreciate the offer but I was just about to head into Vale myself. I was planning on taking Blake with me." Pyrrha cocked her head to the side, her smile growing slightly.
"Oh? Well I hope you two enjoy yourselves." Weiss offered a smile.
"I hope so as well."
She narrowed her eyes, a low growl escaping her lips, as she exited out of the page she was on. How hard was it to find good, non-conspiracy theory news about the White Fang? She pulled up a search engine and started typing again. Maybe she would have better luck this time.
"Blake?" she heard a voice ask. She looked over her shoulder to see Weiss standing behind her, her arms resting behind her back.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I was going to head into Vale to do some shopping, and I wanted you to join me."
"You're skipping class?" Weiss gave her a smug grin.
"I'm planning the school dance; I can tell them we were out getting supplies for it." Weiss moved her hands out in front of her. "So do you want to come with me or not?" Blake turned back to the screen; she could find a way to sneak away and try and hunt down some answers while in Vale.
"Fine," she said. She heard Weiss clap her hands together, and she looked back to see Weiss beaming at her.
"Oh this is going to be marvelous Blake. I already have the stores we will visit planned out."
Of course you do.
Blake begrudgingly got out of her seat and followed after Weiss.
They exited the library and made their way to the airships. It was gloomy out, the skies filled with dark clouds. There was a breeze in the air, and Blake felt goosebumps appear on her exposed arms and belly as the wind cut through her thin clothes. She looked over at Weiss, who didn't seem fazed by the chill at all.
Of course not, she's from Atlas.
Weiss was busy typing away at her scroll as they entered the airship. They took their seats and she had to resist the urge to pull her own scroll out and start trying to look up anything new about the White Fang. Blake played with her hands restlessly as the ship took off.
"Where are we going?" she asked. Weiss looked up from her scroll and looked at her. She seemed to be positively glowing.
"I planned on us visiting a Dust shop; I need to get some more Dust for Myrtenestar, and then I was going to take us to a nice vegetarian restaurant I know." Blake narrowed her eyes; things didn't go too well the last time Weiss picked out a restaurant. Weiss noticed the look she gave her and held up her hand defensively.
"Don't worry, it's friendly towards Faunus customers. I made sure to check with them first." Blake looked down at her lap, looping her fingers together.
"That it?"
"No. After that I was going to treat you to some shopping in the Upper End." Blake looked over at her. Weiss was grinning, proud of herself. "I can't think of a better way to help you get out of your rut." Blake looked away.
Shopping? Shopping isn't going to stop the White Fang. Does she seriously think she can just buy away our problems?
"Sounds…fun," She said dryly.
"It will be." Weiss said.
Weiss opened the door to the Dust shop and held it open for Blake. Blake slowly entered, holding onto one arm and looking around the building. There weren't very many customers in here today, so it was rather quite inside the store; some soft jazz music was playing over the intercom.
She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride as she saw her family's brand on most of the Dust containers on the walls and shelves. There were some Dust products from some companies aside from her own but they didn't offer nearly as many products as her family did.
Blake stood a little off to the side awkwardly, eyes flickering over the different Dust vials.
"Blake?" She looked over at her. "Is Gambol Shroud Dust compatible?" Blake's eyes flicked upward as she thought about it. She nodded. "Have you ever used Dust with it before?" Blake shook her head. A smile crept up her face; a Dust cartridge would be a great gift.
She walked over to the counter, letting Blake wander the aisles. The employee at the counter was a young deer Faunus, her hazelnut hair pulled back in a ponytail.
"Hello, how may I help you?" she asked. Weiss pulled out her scroll and placed it on the counter.
"Hello, I need five vials of each of the Dust types listed. And I was hoping to get some Dust rounds for a VBCS." The woman gave a polite smile as she noted the Dust vials.
"Do you know the caliber and magazine size?" Weiss nodded; she made sure to know as much as possible about her teammates weapons encase they ever needed Dust rounds or modifications for their weapons.
"9x19, and fifteen rounds I believe."
"And do you want that in the SDC brand of Dust?" Weiss nodded.
"Of course," she said. The woman punched the order into the screen at the counter.
"And that comes out to one thousand eight hundred and ninty-two lien. Cash or credit?"
"Credit," she said. She swiped her card when the woman told her too.
"Now some of these items are out of stock and it will take a little while for the Dust rounds to come in. Do you want us to mail all of this to you?"
"Yes please. You can mail it to Beacon Academy. Put it down for Weiss Schnee." The woman gave her a nervous smile.
"Yes ma'am, I was already aware of who to put the order for." Weiss felt her expression fall, just for a moment, before she gave the woman a polite smile. She opened her mouth but closed it and looked back when she heard the store door chime. She saw Blake walking down the sidewalk. She furrowed her brow and quickly went to the door.
"Blake?" She called out when she stepped out of the store. Blake froze and looked back at her. Weiss stepped towards her. "Where are you going?" Blake turned to face her, rubbing her arm sleeve, avoiding looking her in the face.
"I, uh, needed some fresh air." She said. Weiss stared at her; Blake was terrible at lying.
"Uh huh." She said. She closed the distance between them. "Well if you need some air, we can take the long way to the restaurant."
"I'm not hungry," Blake said. A moment later a loud growling came from her belly. Weiss cocked and eyebrow and smiled smugly.
"Is that so?" Blake grimaced and said nothing. Weiss grabbed Blake's hand and started to walk down the street, practically dragging the larger girl along. She figured Blake would try something like this, and she was going to make sure she kept her in her sight for the rest of the day.
She walked down the sidewalk, keeping her grip on Blake's hand, as she took the long way to the restaurant. Blake said nothing as they walked. She glanced up at the sky and grimaced slightly; the skies were darkening faster than she thought they would. The weather forecast said it was going to rain but that was supposed to be hours away.
She ignored the looks people gave them as they passed them on the street; it wasn't too strange for two female friends to walk down the street holding hands was it?
Before she could continue down that line of thought she saw the restaurant come into view. It was a modest building, mainly made from wood with a green shingled roof. A few customers, clearly not caring about the coming rain, were sitting in the outside dining area. Weiss smiled as she saw that some of the customers were human Faunus couples; so the restaurant owner hadn't been lying when she had said she was open to Faunus customers.
They entered the restaurant, Weiss holding the door open for Blake before stepping inside. The inside of the store had pastel colored walls. Blackboards took up a wall, the menu scribbled on them with swirly handwriting. Fruits, cakes, and other sweets were kept in glass containers on the wood counter were an old moose Faunus stood. She offered them a sweet smile as they stepped up to the counter.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"We would like some salads. A large one for my friend, she's rather hungry." Blake gave her a look and grumbled something inaudible before crossing her arms. The moose punched in the order.
"Anything else?" Weiss looked over at the desserts, looking each of them over with a discerning eye. Was that tiramisu!
"One slice of tiramisu please." The moose punched it in and told her the amount. Weiss paid, and grabbed Blake's hand and took her to a corner in the restaurant.
They sat opposite one another and Blake played with her hands. There was silence as Weiss thought of what to say.
"Where did you plan on going?" she asked. Blake stopped playing with her hands.
"What?"
"When you left the store, where did you plan on going?" Blake didn't answer. Weiss waved her hand. "I know you want to go out and fight the White Fang, Blake, but you can't do that all on your own." Blake crossed her arms and looked down at the table. "And besides, they've probably all moved to the southeast by now, I doubt there's any here in Vale anymore." Weiss put her hand back down on the table. "We haven't given up our fight against them, but… let's just live a little before we get back into the fray. Okay, Blake?" Blake sighed, her shoulders slumping. She looked at Weiss, her amber eyes looking tired and surrounded with purple bags.
"Fine. But just for today." Weiss smiled; that was a victory, no matter how small it was.
Their lunch came a moment later, and Weiss began to eat, savoring the taste of the spinach, and loving the crunch to it. Blake picked at her food for a few minutes before she started to eat. She managed to polish off the large bowl a few minutes later, while Weiss was still only half way done with her own.
"Hungry?" Weiss asked with a laugh. Blake blushed.
"A little."
The tiramisu came a moment later. Weiss put her bowl off to the side, wiped her lips with her napkin, and picked up one of the forks, cutting into the cake. She took a bite, it was delicious. She saw Blake cock her head to the side, eyeing the tiramisu.
"You only bought one slice?" Weiss nodded.
"I can't eat the entire thing by myself. I love the taste but I have a hard time eating a lot of sweets." Was Blake blushing?
"I- I see." She said. She picked up the other fork, and took a bite. She made a face; a mixture of delight and disgust. Weiss giggled.
"It's coffee and chocolate based, is that okay?" Blake looked at it before shrugging.
"I don't really like coffee. But I think I can manage." She said.
Weiss ended up eating more of the cake than Blake. With their bellies full they left the restaurant.
Blake trailed behind Weiss as they walked down the pristine streets of the Upper End of Vale. The skies had grown even darker, practically black now, and the wind had picked up. Blake had her arms squeezed together against her chest as Weiss continued onward, not deterred in the slightest.
"These stores should have umbrellas in them, Blake. I would hate for us to get soaked." Weiss said, glancing over her shoulder at her. Blake grumbled a response.
Blake looked at one of the stores and felt her heart skip a beat.
We Reserve the Right to Refuse Service.
She felt herself go slack jaw, and looked over at Weiss. She hadn't even noticed the sign as she continued to walk down the street, towards a store that also had that sign. She narrowed her eyes at her; was this some kind of sick joke? Was she seriously taking her to a store like that?
She felt a cold drop of water land on her head and she looked up, holding her hand out in front of her. She felt some more drops as it began to drizzle. She heard Weiss yelp and looked over at her to see her start running towards the store she had wanted to go to, her hands thrown over top her head to protect her hair.
This was her chance. She could leave Weiss now and start searching for any remnant of the White Fang. She saw an alley and stared down it before looking back at Weiss.
She started to run after her.
Weiss was standing underneath the store's opening, flicking her hands in an attempt to dry them. Her ponytail was wet and hung on her shoulder. Blake patted her hands against her shorts, drying them off.
"I knew I should have brought an umbrella. The weather forecast is always wrong here about the rain." Weiss huffed, as she squeezed water out of her ponytail. Blake said nothing and opened the door for her. "Thank you," Weiss said as she entered the store. Blake entered after her.
It was cold and bright inside the store, the lights a fluorescent white. Clothes more expensive than her family's house were on display on bone white mannequins. A human man with a clean shaven face and a false smile greeted them. She didn't like the way he stared at her bow. Weiss walked towards the clothes, motioning towards them with a twirl of her hand as she turned towards her with a smile.
"So, Blake Belladonna, what do you want to buy?" She asked cheerily. Blake looked at the wide variety of clothes and began to feel subconscious of her own clothes; the hand sewn patches on them, the grime stains that she couldn't wash out, the holes she couldn't close. She didn't belong in a store like this.
She began to rub her arm, her emblem feeling like it was going to burn through her sleeve.
"I… I don't know." She said. Weiss pursed her lips before saying
"Well, how about we start with shoes? Maybe get you some nice heels, since you said you don't have any." Blake looked down at her boots, noticing the mud caked around the bottom, and the flecks of dark brown that she told her teammates was Grimm blood. She didn't need heels but maybe, perhaps, she could use some new boots. The last thing she needed while fighting Adam was for the heel in her boot to snap due to it being too worn down.
"I could use some new shoes." She said. Weiss smiled.
"Excellent, let me show you where they are." Blake followed Weiss through the store, noting how the other customers looked at her; the judgement in their eyes as they looked her over, and the shock when they saw who she was with. Weiss didn't seem to notice, or if she did, care about the looks they were getting from all the other customers.
Weiss took a turn and Blake was amazed at what she saw. Shoes, boots, sandals, heels, and just about any kind of footwear she could have imagined stacked on racks upon racks taller than her. Weiss looked pleased as Blake looked over the shoes.
"I'm sure we can find something for you," she said. Blake began to walk down the aisles, looking over the various shoes. She didn't look at the price tag, afraid to see how much Weiss would be spending. Oooh, these were nice. She stopped and picked up a pair of black boots, the inside of the boot a lovely shade of amethyst. The buckles were a shiny silver, and the fabric felt very sturdy; perfect for what she would need them for. Maybe staying with Weiss hadn't been a bad idea. Her ears perked up as she heard a voice.
"Of course the Vale Council was right in suggesting we have a curfew for the Faunus. We all saw what kind of damage those Fang lunatics can do on the highway. How are we supposed to know which ones aren't one of those terrorists?" Blake felt her blood turn cold as she looked over at the source of the sound. An employee was sitting at the desk in the center of the shoe department, her scroll in front of her. She was a human, and Blake could see that the video was Jackal News; a news agency known for being against Faunus Rights. Blake continued to stare at the woman as the video continued.
"I saw a curfew isn't enough. We need to keep them under surveillance, see which of them are sympathetic to those murderers and arrest them before they get any ideas of joining them."
"Don't you think that's a little far? Wouldn't that alienate a lot of Faunus in the city and any human allies in Vale?" The first voice laughed.
"Of course not. They waged a war against us, and still aren't happy after we gave them an entire island nation for them to live on, and treat that war as a holiday; something for us humans to be ashamed of and sympathetic with them over. Until they prove to us that they are worthy of being trusted, I say let the curfews and surveillance happen to them. No skin off my nose if it angers some cry baby Faunus or delusional humans."
The employee was nodding her head in agreement.
Blake's nostrils flared and her upper lip twitched as she glared at the woman.
"Blake, are you okay?" Weiss asked.
"Just peachy," she said. She put the boot back on the rack and left the shoe department. She heard Weiss hurry to catch up with her.
"Did they not have that one in your size?"
She seriously thinks I care about the shoe after what we heard that woman listening too?
"No. And I don't want any shoes." She said.
"Well, okay. How about some clothes? You must want something new, and a little less travel worn?"
Something less poor looking?
Blake continued to walk, and found herself back near the entrance, where all the women's clothing was. She stood next to a rack of black sweaters and tried to calm herself down, while Weiss sorted through the sweaters. She listened to the rain pound against the roof, and the occasional boom of thunder.
That was just one associate. Just one. Calm down Blake, clam down. This entire store can't be against you.
She remembered the sign.
Her jaw was set as she looked over at a different part of the store. Two customers were talking to one another.
"So my sister's dating some kind of dog Faunus. You got any advice for me to give her?"
"Yeah, tell her to invest in a collar." The first customer started to laugh as the second grinned.
That was it.
She walked away from the rack and towards the entrance.
"Blake? Blake, where are you going? It's raining out don't-" Blake threw open the door, the chiming noise from the door annoying her, and stepped outside.
It was pouring rain out there and the temperature must have dropped by several degrees. She stepped into the rain, ignoring the jolt to her system as the freezing cold water hit her. She heard the door open again and Weiss follow after her. Weiss grabbed her hand.
"Blake, please, what's wrong?" she asked. Blake snatched her hand back and spun around, scowling. She pointed at the store, at that sign.
"What's wrong is I can't believe you would take me somewhere like this. That you seriously think that you can just buy away all of my problems." She stepped towards Weiss, who shrunk back. "That you think that spending a bunch of money will make the White Fang just disappear and that everything will just be okay between my people and yours. That you think that stores like that and people like that are perfectly acceptable." Weiss' lip quivered. "You haven't changed at all, Weiss."
Weiss' eyes widened in shock and her mouth fell open as she stared at her. Blake's anger dissipated instantly and regret clawed at her heart.
Oh Gods, what have I done?
Blake's eyes widened as she realized what she said before she turned and ran. Weiss' legs felt like gelatin as she stood in the freezing rain, watching Blake run farther and farther away.
She stood there, her body starting to go numb as Blake got further and further from her sight. She craned her neck and looked over at the store window. Illuminated in the bright shining window was a sign reading 'We reserve the right to refuse service.'
Had that always been there? Had she truly never noticed?
She felt her legs start to move and she stood before the window, running her hand over the sign. Inside the people happily went along shopping. Not a single one was a Faunus.
She backed away from the window and looked down the street, at the various other stores. She felt her legs start to move, stumbling forward and taking her down the street. The rain pelted against her skin, soaking through her clothes, and chilling her to the bone.
She stopped in front of a store, a sign in the window read 'We reserve the right to refuse service.' Someone in the store saw her peering in through the window, and their nose wrinkled up in disgust at the sight of her.
She backed away from the window and started to walk down the sidewalk again. A car drove past her, splashing a puddle of water onto her. She groaned in annoyance and flicked the water off her hands. She looked down at her dress; aside from being soaking wet there were no stains.
She looked up and saw in the window across the street another sign. She shook her head in disbelief; how could she have never noticed these before? Her legs moved forward.
We Reserve the Right to Refuse Service.
We Reserve the Right to Refuse Service.
We Reserve the Right to Refuse Service.
How could she have been so blind to this?
She came to a stop in front of a store, the lights inside dim, and the windows reflective. There was a flash of light and thunder boomed, shaking the ground beneath her.
She stared at her reflection; her ivory white hair hung limp across her face and her makeup was running. That hideous scar of hers stood out against her makeup and pale skin. Her ice like eyes swirled with a mixture of emotions; anger, confusion, hatred.
She didn't care who saw.
She took a deep breath, and said "Mirror, tell me something. Am I… am I still the same person I was before? Is Blake right about me?" There was another boom.
Nothing.
She scowled; her reflection scowled back at her.
"Mirror, am I a terrible person?"
Nothing.
"Mirror, am I just like my father?"
Nothing.
"Mirror talk to me!" She exclaimed. There was a flash of lightning, and Weiss pressed up against the glass, staring at her reflection. "Mirror, please. Please just talk to me." She stared at her reflection, waiting for her to appear; with that mischievous grin and her pretty skin clear of that disgusting scar.
She slapped her hand against the window. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, please talk to me!" She cried. Her head drooped, and hung low, her bangs slipping off her wet skin and falling in front of her eyes. "Please, you're the only friend I have."
The water running down her face felt warm.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!
She could feel tears running down and mingling with the rain as it hit her face.
Why would you say that to her? Why would you say that to her!
She took a turn and ran into an alley, pressing up against the wall. The bricks were cold, slippery, and chilled her body even more as she pressed up against them. She tried to catch her breath, water dripping into her mouth as she gasped for air.
You stupid fucking animal!
She pressed the palms of her hands against her eyes, rubbing them in.
Weiss can't hear as well as you, how was she to know what those employees were saying and listening too? She never knew; she wasn't trying to hurt you! She took you out to a Faunus restaurant for Gods sake!
Weiss and the others wanted to help her, and what did she go and do? She had to go and mess it up, like she did with everything else in her life. First her parents, now Weiss, and it would only be a matter of time until she screwed things up with Ruby and Yang. But she was too self-absorbed, too focused on the White Fang to even give their attempts at help even a second thought. She gnashed her teeth; her nails digging into her face.
Of course she was too self-absorbed; back with her parents she ignored their warnings because she was so focused on Adam, and the sweet lies he told her about his plans for the Fang. She was the one who hadn't changed at all; she was still the same stupid little girl she had been five years ago when she ran away from home. Nothing had changed; she was letting the White Fang control every part of her life and she was still running from the people she loved.
She slid down the wall, landing in a puddle. The water soaked through her shorts and stockings. She didn't care.
Why did she have to be involved with the White Fang? Why did she have to care so much about the plights of her people? About the injustices of the world? Wouldn't her life be so much better if she was just ignorant to the truths of her world? That she could just ignore everything wrong in Remnant's society?
Why did she have to be born a Faunus?
She moved her hands up from her face and felt her sagging, waterlogged bow; her ears twitched at her touch. She began to pull them, pain shooting through her body. If she could get rid of these everything would be so much easier.
Why did she have to be born as an outcast?
Why did she have to be born fighting every second of her life to be considered as important as her human counterparts?
Why did she have to be such a screw up?
She let her ears go, the pain subsiding to a dull ache, and buried her face into her knees. The rain fell against her back; drenching her.
She tossed the pills into her mouth and downed it with a small glass of water. She shuddered as it went down; she hated taking her meds.
She went over to her bed and sat down, taking off her boots. The rain pattering against the window was relaxing, and Ruby leant back onto her bed with a yawn. Yang was lying in bed across from her, watching a movie on her scroll.
"You doing okay with those?" She asked, not looking up from her scroll. Ruby nodded, and pushed her black and red hair out of her face.
"Yeah, I should have enough for a little while longer." She saw her sister smile.
"That's good. Just let me know when you need some more." Ruby groaned.
"Okay mom, I-" The door to the dorm opened and Weiss calmly walked in, her body stiff. Her eyes were red and puffy and she was soaked, her clothes sticking to her, and strands of white hair sticking to her face.
"Weiss, you okay?" Yang asked. Weiss nodded as she went over to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, and Ruby heard the lock click. Yang looked over at her, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. She heard the shower start running, and she stood up and made her way to the door. She raised her hand to knock but stopped and put her ear up against the door.
She could hear Weiss sobbing.
Ruby stepped away from the door and went over to Yang, sitting next to her.
"She's crying." She said. Yang looked over at the bathroom door.
"Should we do something?" Ruby shook her head.
"I'll ask her if she's okay when she's out." Yang shrugged.
She resumed playing her movie and Ruby sat there, listening to the dumb action flick and waiting to see if Weiss wanted to talk about whatever was bothering her.
A half an hour passed before Ruby heard the water stop, and a few more minutes passed before Weiss stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and looking no less wet then when she had entered. She went to the closet without a word. She exited a few minutes later in her night gown, her wet hair hanging limp.
"You doing okay, Weiss?" Ruby asked as Weiss lifted the covers off her bed.
"Yes, Ruby. I'm perfectly fine." She replied, her voice emotionless.
"Weiss if something is wro-" Weiss spun on her heels, anger replacing the dead look in her eyes.
"I said I'm okay Ruby! I am perfectly fine! Now just let me go to bed you dolt!" Yang sat up.
"Don't snap at her cause something is bothering you." She said. Weiss' lip quivered and she turned her back to them, her body trembling slightly.
"Am I a racist?" she whispered. Ruby looked over at Yang, who was looking at her, her mouth agape slightly, to make sure she had heard her right.
"Weiss?"
"Am I a racist?" Weiss said louder this time. Yang held up her hand.
"Weiss, why are yo-" Weiss turned towards them again, tears welling in her ice blue eyes.
"Answer me! Am I a racist! Am I a horrible person! Would you all be better off if I was dead!" She yelled, the tears starting to run down her cheeks. Yang practically leapt off the bed and embraced Weiss. Ruby saw her stiffen at the contact before returning the hug, clutching the back of Yang's jacket and starting to sob into her shoulder. Ruby got up and joined the hug, wrapping her arms around Weiss.
"Of course not, Weiss." Yang said. Weiss hiccupped.
"But-"
"Weiss whatever you're thinking, it's wrong. We care about you and we don't want you to leave." Weiss hiccupped again.
"We love you Weiss," Ruby said. Weiss shook her head.
"You don't mean that." She said. Ruby tightened her hug, and felt her sister do the same.
"Yes we do Weiss. And there isn't anyone else we would rather be friends with." Weiss said nothing but continued to cry into Yang's shoulder. Yang began to run a hand over Weiss' head, cooing.
Weiss' body slowly stopped trembling, and her hiccups lessened. Ruby untangled herself from the hug and took a step back, her sister doing the same.
Weiss rubbed at her eyes, sniffled, and looked at them.
"Thank you." She said. Ruby smiled at her.
"Any time Weiss." Weiss got into her bed and lay on her side, her blanket tucked up to her chin. Yang motioned to the dorm door with her head and Ruby nodded.
Yang sighed as she shut the door and crossed her arms.
"First Blake starts acting up, and now Weiss is… This shit isn't easy."
"You think she's going to be okay?" Ruby asked. Yang mulled it over.
"Maybe. I'll stick to her like glue while we work on the dance. Let's keep an eye on her." Ruby nodded in agreement. "You seen Blake lately? I didn't see her in class today."
"I saw her in Peach's class this morning. She's probably cooped up in the library. You want to go look for her?" Yang glanced at the dorm door and shook her head.
"Not right now. I'm more worried about Weiss." Ruby looked over at the door as well.
"I'll keep an eye on both of them, and if we need to I'll have another team intervention." Yang said nothing before opening the dorm door and going inside. Ruby followed.
Weiss seemed to be sleeping; her form rising and falling slightly to her gentle breathing. Yang got into her bed, and put headphones into her scroll, and resumed watching her movie.
Ruby climbed onto her bunk and started to read a book on her scroll. She yawned as she read the page before turning off her scroll and getting into a comfortable position.
The door creaked open louder than Blake wanted it to. Moonlight shone through the window, illuminating her sleeping teammate's forms. Blake silently shut the door behind her before stripping out of her cold, damp clothes. She pulled out a new set of clothes and changed into them. She glanced at her bed, her body sore and her eyes heavy. She shook her head, and went to her desk. She ripped a piece of paper out of a notebook, and scribbled I'm Sorry on it before walking over to Weiss' bed.
She gingerly placed the note on her pillow before turning away from her. She grabbed her charger, glanced at Weiss, and left the room.
And that's it! Let me know what you think and I'll try and get the next chapter out at a more reasonable time.