Pyrrha Reacts to Yuletide Dances, Part 2!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to another not-so-exciting chapter of Weiss Reacts! Hahahaha…..I did NOT expect the twist ending of last time to be that provocative! Don't worry, I'm not going to pull a Shyamalan and use twist endings because they're the only thing I can do remotely well.

No, I'm going to pull a Seltzer and Friedberg and I'll just write trashy comedy because that's all I'm good for, lads. But enough pointless self-deprecation, let's get this chapter started!

And The Layman, well….I tried my best, but don't expect good drama. I tried, lad, I tried.
DISCLAIMER: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, otherwise there would be more Pyrrha fanservice.

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

RWBY Dorm, five o'clock, six hours later…

Pyrrha strolled up to the dorm door, her nose deep in Make Him Fall for You in a Fortnight.

"…..all of this advice is garbage." The spearmaiden remarked. "…..why would I hide in a bush to see what Jaune likes? And why in Dust would I root through his private belongings to find out what he likes?

That sounds entirely too stalkerish….and I would prefer to dabble with that no longer." Pyrrha remarked shuddering, shaking her head before clasping the book shut. She rapped on the door lightly with her knuckles.

Almost as soon as her hand left the door, it opened and Yang appeared behind it, smiling.

"Oh, hey, Pyrrha." The brawler pulled the door aside, welcoming her in. "Come in."

"…..hello." The spearmaiden regarded her suspiciously, frowning as she shut the door behind her. "….Yang, you realise this book was-"
"It was a joke, Pyrrha." Yang admitted. "The meeting wasn't, the book was. I'm book dumb, not socially dumb. And a girl needs her kicks from somewhere."

Pyrrha sighed. "That…..explains so much. What did you call me for, anyway?"
"In the quiet words of the Third Tsundere Wonder Taiga Aisaka herself, I, Yang Xiao Long, the beautiful angel of romance, will gladly help you with your romance problems!" The brawler declared, saluting proudly.

"….beautiful….angel….of romance." Pyrrha repeated, staring at her blankly. "….and who's Taiga Aisaka? This is entirely confusing-"

"No." Yang grasped her shoulders, staring into Pyrrha's eyes intensely. "Look at me, Pyrrha. Look at me.

I am the sexy mentor now."

"…..whaaat-"

The spearmaiden had hardly time to protest before Yang planted her onto the chair in front of the dorm's desk and swung it around to face a blackboard Yang had set up earlier. The brawler pulled out a pair of spectacles- fake, of course- and a riding crop similar to Glynda's weapon.

"…alright, before I begin Jaune Attraction 101, I do have a serious question." Yang stated. "…..did Jaune…..you know….say anything that might imply he noticed you before all this happened?"

"…..if he did, I wouldn't be so concerned." Pyrrha replied calmly. Yang studied her face with an undecipherable expression.

"I see. Alright."
"Why do you ask?"

"Not important. Anyway! Lesson One!" Yang cracked her riding crop, causing the spearmaiden to look up suddenly. "Talk with him! He'll be surprisingly candid with you if you are with him.

Feel free to take notes, my young padawan."

"…alright." Pyrrha nodded slowly, actually whipping out a notepad. Yang waved her hand.

"I wasn't being literal!" The brawler protested, frowning. Pyrrha sighed.

"I'm finding it hard to tell if you're joking or not."
"I'm trying to give you my advice while having a little joke with you." The brawler explained, sighing. "You know I am in the Antic Order, right? It's kind of my hobby to make jokes. Anyway, enough!

Lesson Two! You have to come off as a little more….casual! Okay, not hard, considering you're probably the nicest girl in the school, but…..your reputation is of a hard-ass warrior who could punt anyone into orbit.

Come on, live a little! Be a bit more awesome! I mean, it's cool and all to be formal, but you need to be a little…..you know, less formal. Only Winter pulls it off because….well, let's be honest, she looks like a proper lady, you look like a goddess.

Talk a little less formally, present yourself more loosely! You're a young woman, ready to be released into the world, not some sort of tykebomb raised from childbirth to be a killing machine!"
"As indeed it is." Pyrrha noted, a slight tone of bitterness in her voice. "And….thank you?"
"And, of course, since you want to invite him to the dance, you need a nice dress to make him notice!" Yang explained, whipping out a tape measure. "Now….I'm going to need to know your three sizes.

Hold still."
"Wait, wait!" Pyrrha cried as the brawler advanced upon her. "What are you doing?!"
"I'm just going to take a few measurements, it'll take a moment. I need to know what size dress I need to get ya….

Only messing with you. Just tell me what your sizes are. You and I, girl, are going dress shopping."
Pyrrha stared at her. "R-really? Then, I must get back to my dorm, I have to pay-"
"No, no need." The brawler shook her head, giving her a reassuring smile. "Think of it as my Yuletide gift to you. I'll pay for your dress."

"….really?" The spearmaiden's eyes widened in surprise. "I….thanks. I didn't need you to, but….

Yang, is there any reason you're being so nice to me? You're usually much worse, even if you have been making jokes."

"…you think I'm planning an antic?" The brawler replied. "…..well, I can't say I'm not surprised, but, you know. If you want to know why, it's because it's just what you're supposed to do, as a friend to a friend.

I mean, Pyrrha, you're one of my best friends. I've known you for three years, fought next to you and we've saved each other's backsides more times than either of us can count. I really want you to be happy, because it's my problem, as your friend. I'm not going to stand by and let you suffer like that, pining after him forever. No, I'm going to help you get the guy, with whatever I can."

'She's…..she's genuinely rooting for me?' The spearmaiden was taken aback by the surprising compassion Yang was presenting her. "….t-thank you."

"And then, of course, baste you both in custard pies and take pictures to give to my friends, but, you know. Just business." Yang shrugged. "But…..before we go off dress-shopping….I wanna know something."

Pyrrha stopped. "…..yes?"
"…..why do you like Jaune? Let's be honest here. What do you see in him?" The brawler asked, bluntly yet in a calm, nice tone.

"….do you suspect his Semblance is affecting me?" The spearmaiden replied, her own voice slightly harsher and her eyes narrowed at the brawler.
"Of course. His Semblance makes him a chick magnet. Why would you be any different?"

The spearmaiden glared at her intensely. Yang flinched, but didn't back down, instead returning her glare with a calm, apologetic stare of her own.

Eventually, Pyrrha sighed, shaking her head. She looked away, conceding defeat to the brawler. "…..I'm sorry. That was…..a fair question. I shouldn't have gotten angry."
"No, it's fine, it's fine." The brawler admitted. "I just wanted to test you. I wanted to know if you were really in love with him, or if it was just his Semblance and you're just infatuated."

"If you still really want to know, I'll tell you."

"Go ahead. I'm all ears."

Pyrrha sighed, breathing in deeply, as Yang gave the spearmaiden her full attention.

"…as you know, I've always had feelings for him. I had feelings for him before his Semblance even activated, and I suppose I'm…..immune to it, to some extent, because I…I can't love him any more than I love him already.

You know of my reputation. I've fought in many tournaments, I've been on cereal boxes, my family's rich and famous….even Weiss, regrettably, fell into the trap of wanting me only for my fame and my prowess, and not because she wanted to know me.

It's ironic, in a sense. My fame and popularity, it made me less approachable to normal people. Of course I was lonely, who wouldn't be? I wanted to find someone who wouldn't treat me any differently because I was famous, or strong, or rich, or any of those things. I think many of the people who stepped away from me thinking I was out of their league forgot that I'm a person, just like them. I don't blame them; they've held me up on a pedestal all their life. Like a god to them.

Worshippers never have conversations with their gods. They pray to them, whether they like it or not. That's what it was like with me. I had no friends, Yang, before I went to Beacon. No real friends. I always had hangers-on and admirers, constantly following me around to have a taste of my glory and fame. I always knew it, but….I never said a thing; it was better than being alone.

I needed more than that. I needed someone who would just take….me.

Then…then I met Jaune. He didn't know a single thing about who I was, what I did, where I came from…and he wanted to know me because of who I was, and nothing else. I mean, you all came around, eventually, but he was the first. Of course, I wanted to know who he was. I suppose there was a little physical attraction there, too; he is quite handsome- but…..that's not important.

At first, sometimes, I thought that my feelings for him were misplaced. He sometimes acted foolish, or brash, and always, always, I would want to be by his side and prop him up again, even when he rejected me, or treated me badly, because I wanted to be with him.

Then, he became…..nicer. Smarter. A person I could admire myself. I got to know him more, every side of him….and every day, I would ask 'would he look my way?'. Call me crazy, or insane, or clichéd and cheesy…but I loved him more and more every day. He's not a warrior like you, me, or anyone. He's not the strongest, not the fastest, not the best.

And yet…..I can't help but say that I love him. Because he has heart. He knows he isn't the strongest, but he never gives up. He knows he has fear, and never surrenders. I could never do that, and….I want to be with him because…..I always feel complete around him. He could do the things that even I can't, because he can't do the things I can.

Look, Yang, if he doesn't love me back…I'll be happy with that. I'll even help him be with the woman he wants to be with. No matter what, I'll be by his side, either as his lover, or his friend, if that's what destiny says it'll be."

Yang stared at her after she'd finished, blinking without speaking a single word. At first, Pyrrha feared she'd said something insane.

'…Yang'll reject me now, I know it-'

Then Yang pulled her into a tight hug, pressing against her. Pyrrha was stunned.

"W-what-"
"Look. Jaune's not the only one who cares about you." The brawler replied. "Nora and Ren are looking out for you too. Rubes and Weiss, Blakey, everyone…we're friends, we'll stand by each other.

If…..if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm always here for you. You got that, Pyrrha? Just because I'm Ruby's sister doesn't mean I can't be yours, too."

"…thank you, Yang." The spearmaiden replied gratefully, a small smile on her face. "That's…you're far better than Weiss gives you credit for."

"….heh. Did you get this on camera? I want to lord this over her. Pyrrha Nikos, calling me the best older sister ever!" The brawler declared, releasing Pyrrha from her hug.

The spearmaiden sighed, chuckling. "Let's just get the dress, alright? Maybe…..we'll have to rethink the best older sister ever part."
"H-how dare you?" Yang declared overdramatically, pressing her hand against her chest.

Pyrrha smiled at her antics.

'….even if Jaune doesn't…return my feelings, at least I know that I'll have people to support me.' The spearmaiden thought. '…..even if that person is Yang.'

The next day, Main Hall…..

The main hall was alive with activity, as the students began the preparation for the Yuletide Dance. Yatsuhashi and the rest of team CFVY were by the stage, with Velvet up on a ladder stringing one half of a 'Merry Christmas' banner to the ceiling. Even Norn was helping, carrying a stack of ten boxes into the hall with the balance and grip only a robot like her could manage.

"So, Ren. I hear you got yourself onto the Yuletide Dance Committee." Yang mused, a clipboard in her hands; she was assigned as the supervisor for the day to help organise the hall. Ren smirked.

"Always handy to have a finger in every pie, after all. We're not getting outgambitted twice."

"I see you're a little sore about losing to Weiss."
"It was a close victory." The gunslinger corrected her. "It won't happen again."
"….well, we'll see. She's a lot smarter than you give her credit for." The brawler replied with a hint of pride in her voice. "….say, you hear anything about the situation up in Fuyuki?"
"Nothing." Ren shook his head. "I know Reflet actually visited for a few days and there was a private meeting she was attending, but that was it. It's pretty crazy.

It's almost as if they've gotten serious."

"….that'd be pretty off." Yang mused. "And my Rufurufu, getting serious? You're talking crazy-talk."
"….heh. So." The gunslinger sighed, ticking off something on a clipboard of his own as he looked up at Melanie and Cardin on a ladder attempting to hang garlands off the chandelier. "…I heard about yesterday."
"Huh?"
"You and Jaune just outside JNPR dorm. I know it has something to do with Pyrrha." Ren explained. "So, let's get down to business. What did you find out?"
Yang looked around, making sure nobody was within earshot. "….swear you won't tell a soul."

"…..I swear."
"Don't cross your fingers. I'm serious."
"….I swear I won't tell anyone." The gunslinger nodded. "Tell me. What was that about?"

…..

Yesterday, just outside JNPR dorm, eleven o'clock…..

"It's a long story." Jaune explained as the brawler, still glaring at him, put him down.

"Then shorten it, before I pound the stuffing out of you!" Yang snapped. "What the hell, Jaune?! She's been pining after you for three years! If you're going to choose someone else, like Winter, at least have the decency to do it without making her wait so long!"
"Look, Yang, I didn't know about it until last year, alright?!" Jaune protested. "I…..I didn't know. I honestly didn't."

The brawler stared at him in disbelief.

"…gee, how more obvious could she have made it that she was into you?!"

"….look, alright? I'm not exactly the best at figuring out girls. I'll admit that." Jaune sighed. "But….please….let me explain."
"I wanna hear it." Yang retorted bluntly, crossing her arms. "I want to know why you left her hanging and why I shouldn't pound you into dust for it."

"…alright." The knight sighed, breathing deeply. "Alright.

Firstly…..I'm not sure how I feel about her, or Winter, or Minako….or anyone. I mean, I know what I feel for you, Weiss, Ren…..you're all my friends. But her and Winter? I'm…..I'm just not sure, alright? I don't know if it's romantic love or familial or…I need time to sort my feelings out. I don't think it's fair if I just pick one and then realise I don't feel that way towards them. If I go out with either of them, I'm going to do it knowing I know exactly how I feel towards them, and take that decision with no regrets.

Secondly….just look at them."
"…is there something wrong with them?" Yang answered, glaring at him again.

Jaune shook his head. "No….t-that's the thing. They're perfect.

I mean, look at Pyrrha. She's beautiful, she's rich, she's popular, she's famous and…she's in love with me. The same with Winter; I mean, she's a Schnee. They're both popular, both rich, both beautiful…..and they love me and I don't know why.

I mean, I didn't do anything to earn their love. I'm nothing like Sun or Neptune; I mean, yes, girls are all over me, but that's just my Semblance. I'm not a fighter, I'm not smart, I'm not rich, popular or even on the same league as Pyrrha or Winter. I may be an Arc, but I'm not anything like my dad, my uncles, my mom, or my siblings.

They're better than me, and I know it.

I don't want them to suffer for it. I know how people talk. If they see me and any of them together, they'll never stop. They'll go after her, and they'll always ask, "What do you see in him?". They'll never stop hounding them, and treating them like trash because they picked me, instead of some rich heir from Mistral or some badass Hunter from Atlas.

I want to be someone that nobody needs to ask. I don't want to just be their lover, I want to be their equal, too. I don't want to just be the guy who happens to be their boyfriend, I want to be someone who they can be proud of too.

Especially Pyrrha. She's…..she's trained me and taught me everything I know and…..it wouldn't feel right. It'd feel like I just felt obligated to fall in love with her as a reward. I want to know that if I love her, I love her because, in my heart, I know that I love her for who she is, and not because I owe her anything.

And if it turns out to be otherwise…..I'll help her find a person who will love her because of her.

Do you get why I didn't notice Pyrrha? I just want to make sure she's happy, and I want to make sure that if I choose her…that I'm doing it because I definitely love her, and not because of some confused feeling."
"…you big idiot." Yang snapped, taking Jaune aback. "Do you think Pyrrha cares if you're not worthy of her or not? She'll do anything for you! They're in love with you! Love makes people do crazy things!"
"I don't want Pyrrha to do a crazy thing that will end up hurting her!" Jaune retorted as fiercely. "I want to make sure that this relationship isn't built on nothing or on some shaky reasoning.

Love or not, I care about Pyrrha."

"…..Jaune, I appreciate your goals, alright? They're noble. I get it. You want Pyrrha to be happy. You want to make sure that it's love you feel for her." Yang sighed, nodding. "But at least throw her a bone and do it right! At least give her some hint that you might like her back! The girl's going crazy pining for you!"

"I know, I know…." Jaune sighed, looking down. "I just…..I feel like such an idiot. I should've…..I've hurt Pyrrha more than if I had just….come out and said it, haven't I?"
"That you did."
"…..look, I'm sorry. I understand if you think I'm the worst person ever, and if you tell Pyrrha and she hates me…I'll be fine with that. I deserve it."

Yang gripped his shoulder. "…..Jaune. You are taking her to the dance. I'm not asking you to sort your feelings for her out, right now.

I'm asking you to throw her a bone. At least start making it up to her."

"…..you're not going to get angry?"
"I'm doing this because I want to see you both happy." Yang replied. "I still think you're the biggest idiot in the world, but I want to make sure you're both happy. You got me?

When you see her next, you're telling her you're going to the dance with her."

"…alright." Jaune nodded. "I will."
"…..sorry for roughing you up, by the way." Yang reached over to dust his jacket off. "I was just…a little stressed."
Jaune nodded to her, shaking his head.

"No harm, no foul. It's all good. I needed that, anyway."

…

"…you're really into this, aren't you?" Ren mused, a small smile on his face. Yang sighed, shrugging.

"Like I said to Pyrrha. I'm the beautiful angel of romance. I can't just stand by and let this all happen, right?"

Unbeknownst to them, however….

"I…I see."

Winter Schnee backed away from the staircase, just near where Ren and Yang were talking.

She had heard every moment of the discussion.

There was no need to say anything. Perhaps her fears had been confirmed already.

A tear rolled down Winter's cheek. Then another. Then another.

'…was I….was I a fool for thinking I had a chance with him?' The lady asked herself, trying to blink away the tears.

'…..was I?'

To be continued….

A/N: So, the plot thickens. Well…there's that. So, next time, the dance might actually get underway.

So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, suggestions, criticisms, reviews, comments and thoughts, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time.