Pyrrha Reacts to Yuletide Dances, Part 3!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to another thrilling chapter of Weiss Reacts! Good Dust, I really am ramping up the hype for the conclusion of this arc, aren't I? I will have to apologise in advance if I disappoint you guys. The hype might be a little unjustified. But, enough ominous apologies, let's get on with the chapter!

Also, you guys wanted Arkos tease, and you get Arkos tease. Just, you know…..Winter. :3

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JNPR Dorm, later that day…

Yang crossed her arms, facing the bathroom door. Weiss was there too, frowning at the brawler.

Pyrrha was currently inside the bathroom, changing into the dress she and Yang had bought the day before. It was the best non-Schnee dress they could find that fitted Pyrrha; indeed, the spearmaiden had to give Yang a little smack when the brawler went a little too far in picturing her in said dress. It was also not at inconsiderable expense; indeed, Pyrrha swore she'd seen Yang's eyes water when she saw the price tag.

"…..so you actually bought Pyrrha a dress." The heiress mused. "…what did you do to it?"
"Nothing." Yang replied. Weiss raised an eyebrow.

"You. Doing nothing to embarrass Pyrrha in front of EVERYONE. Alright. I believe you."

"Hey, I can be nice when I want to be!" The brawler protested, pouting. "I'm not always an awesome sexy girl who does pranky stuff!"
"…all of those are debatable. Especially the sexy part."
"Hey, no dissing the sexy. It's completely undeniable that I have the most sex appeal in our team!"

"You sound like one of those older teachers in anime who constantly complain about having no boyfriends." The heiress snapped irritably. Yang pouted, offended at her teammate's comment.

"T-Take that back!"

"I-I'm ready, guys." Pyrrha called from within the bathroom, calling both to attention, as both heiress and brawler faced the bathroom door, which was slowly opening. Yang impatiently tapped her foot.

"Well, come on, Pyrrha, come out! We wanna see how the dress looks on you!"

"I'm…..not used to being a dress all that often." The spearmaiden admitted. "Excuse me if-"
"Pyrrha, what did I say about being so formal?" The brawler reminded her. "You could do with being a bit less like that."

"Sorry." With a deep sigh, the spearmaiden appeared to Yang and Weiss, who both stared at her in surprise.

"…..wow." Yang blinked. "….I don't think I need to tell people what I think about this." The brawler wolf-whistled, causing Weiss to give her a smack on the back of the head.

"Quit that, you pervert." The heiress warned. "You're embarrassing her."
"Ow! Just appreciating a pretty girl when I see her! Sheesh."

Pyrrha was, at least by Yang's standards, indeed pretty. Her normal attire had been replaced by a slim red dress, reaching down to her knees. It clung to her figure, emphasising the womanly figure she somehow maintained despite her constant training. The collar and hem were marked with golden embroidered thread, almost glittering in the sunlight streaming through the windows of the dorm. To match the dress, Pyrrha also wore simple red shoes, with only a token golden flower as the lone decoration upon them. Her crimson hair was no longer done up, and instead let down in a curtain behind her head.

"Guess I wasn't wrong when I called you a supermodel." Yang mused. "Then again, it runs in the family."

"Didn't you say that her mother looked like some woman once? Ami….Kawasaki or something?" Weiss inquired.

Yang shrugged. "That's because she totally does, duh."

"…you two like it?" Pyrrha plaintively inquired, a small blush on her face. Yang tilted her head, rubbing her chin.

"…while I think you look absolutely stunning, and I'd totally tap that, I think it's missing a little….oomph." The brawler shrugged. "You know? It's missing that little thing. It's hard to describe."
"She looks fine, Yang." Weiss retorted. "And you bought the dress."

Pyrrha frowned. "I don't look okay?"
"No, no, you look fine!" The brawler replied, shaking her head at her. "I'm just….a little unhappy with it now that I look at it again. I really don't think it'll wow Jaune, you know? Don't worry, I've got a plan for that."

"Alright. What should I do with the dress?" Pyrrha inquired, frowning. "I wouldn't want it to go to waste. You did spend your monthly salary on it."

Weiss raised an eyebrow at that. "You know, I still don't know how Yang earns a salary…."
"And you won't ever find out-"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door to JNPR dorm, interrupting their discussion. Pyrrha moved to open the door, but Weiss shook her head at her.

"Let me get it, Pyrrha."

The spearmaiden shrugged and stepped back, and Weiss opened the door.

"Who is it?"

"…..Weiss. I did not expect you to be in here."

It was Winter, wearing a light smile on her face as she looked down at her sister. "Hello."

"Oh. Sis, hi!" Weiss smiled back at her. "What is it?"
"I just wanted to speak with Mister Jaune about something, is all." The lady explained, peering into the dorm over Weiss' shoulder. "Is he in there with you?"
Pyrrha strolled up behind Weiss, shaking her head. "Unfortunately not, Winter. He went off with Ren to do something, and they haven't told me what.

If you like, you can come in for a little."
"I see." Winter nodded slowly, as Weiss raised an eyebrow at her. "….thank you, Miss Nikos. That's very kind of you.

Your dress…..is that for the Yuletide Dance? It certainly fits you well."
The heiress moved aside, allowing her sister to walk in. Pyrrha nodded at her. "That's correct. Yang bought it for me, actually."
"Heheheheh….it was nothing, really." The brawler rubbed the back of her head humbly, smiling and chuckling. "It was just for a friend."

"A….friend." Winter smiled. "I see. What plans do you have for the Yuletide Dance, might I ask? Not that I mean to pry."

Pyrrha looked away, a little embarrassed. "I'm…..not actually sure yet."
"Did you have someone in mind to go with?"
"…n-not necessarily." The spearmaiden admitted, blushing. "…do you?"
The lady sighed. "No, me neither. I suppose that's how it is, is it not?"

"…..I understand." The spearmaiden nodded back. "Well, I hope you can attend the Dance with someone."
"As am I for you. I hope your partner is…..equally as kind as you are." Winter responded, giving her a curt nod.

Weiss stared at her sister suspiciously, with a slight hint of concern.

'…her hair's mussed up, her tone's a little less lighter than it normally is and everything about her seems…off.' The heiress noted. 'This isn't Winter. And if it is….it isn't normal Winter.'

Yang laughed awkwardly. "Aaaaalright, guys, well-"
"A moment." Weiss cut her off, holding her finger up and looking to Winter. "Sis…do you mind coming with me a second?"

"Why?"

"I want to talk to you about something important."

Winter nodded. "Of course, Weiss. Until later, Misses Nikos and Xiao Long."

With a nod to the brawler and spearmaiden, she looked to Weiss, who guided her out of the room.

Pyrrha looked curiously at them as they left. "…what do you think Weiss wants?"
"Eh. It's a sister thing. You wouldn't understand." The brawler warned. "You just have to have a sister to know."

"…alright."

Outside of JNPR dorm….

Weiss and Winter strolled to a nearby bench, just out of earshot of any known Antic Order recorders or the JNPR dorm. The heiress sat down on one side, leaving space for her sister to sit.

She had no time to spare for niceties. There was something wrong, and she wanted to find out what it was.

"Alright, Winter." Weiss sighed deeply. "What's wrong?"

"I'm…..sorry?" The lady stared at her, confused.

"I know you too well to believe you don't know what's wrong." Weiss retorted sharply. "Winter, you look relatively dishevelled. You're a lot less happy than you are normally. What is wrong?"
Winter shook her head. "I don't know what you are talking about, Weiss. I am perfectly fine."
"Winter." Weiss stated politely, but firmly. "You're my big sister. You've always comforted me, and always been at my side, even when nobody else stood by me. You stood by me when Father took me home from Siegmund, and you stood by me when Mother couldn't. You're important to me.

I'm not going to stand by and let you suffer in silence. It's my turn to stand by you. Now, for the love of Dust, what is wrong, Winter?"

The lady suddenly looked down, shaking her head. Weiss paused, staring at her.

"Winter…..what's…."
What greeted her was something Weiss had never known to happen in the years she'd known her sister. The heiress was taken aback, her eyes wide in fear as she realised exactly what was going on.

Winter Schnee was crying.

To be precise, a line of tears rolled down from her eyes, down her ivory cheeks and onto her prim and tailored uniform. Her normally lady-like smile had disappeared, and it seemed almost wrong, to Weiss, that the kind and cheerful girl she'd known most of her life was suddenly in tears in front of her.

"…..I don't understand it, Weiss." The lady stated, in a calm but shaky voice. "I don't.

I can tolerate a great many things, as you know. I held myself together when Grandfather stole you from myself, Mother and Father. I held myself together when I thought that Grandfather would kill you, during the Cockerel Festival. I held myself together when we fought the Grimmfather together. I have withstood many things in my time as a Huntress-in-training, and I have taken them in stride.

And yet….I cannot. Not this time. I cannot…." She shook her head, sniffling. "I cannot…."

"You cannot-"
"I cannot stand the thought of losing Jaune to someone else!" Another thing shocked Weiss; for the first time since she'd known her, Winter had raised her voice in anger. The lady stared at her intensely, shaking her head before backing down.

"I'm sorry that I yelled. The intensity of the moment has….gotten to me.

I do not want to lose Jaune, sister. I…..I know of his Semblance, and I have confirmed that it doesn't work on me, before you ask. I know that my feelings for him are genuine, that they are real.

I suppose I….fell for his charms as any would. I fell for the boy who did not care I was a Schnee, nor cared for my station, my wealth or my ability in battle. I fell for him because…because he was the first boy who I'd ever met who had treated me as an equal in his eyes, and not mounting me upon a pedestal. It was through him and you I met the others.

You wonder why I am never with my team and always with you? Because you, and your friends, and Jaune, have never cared about what I am. They are good fighters, skilled in their arts, and good people…but they're distant to me. They give me the requisite greetings and no more. We fight well enough, but I can feel it; they believe me to be beyond them, or apart from them. It has been the same my whole life; you, in a way, are luckier than I, Weiss, in that your friends have never seen you as unapproachable."

"…..you have dozens of admirers-"

"And how many of them have ever actually come to me?" Winter responded bitterly. "How many of them have, in their constant admiration of me, come to think of talking to the object of their admiration? I act oblivious, and maybe to an extent it is true. Love has always been hard for me to grasp when it is being shown or when I feel it, and it took me a long time to realise it, but I, too, am in love with Jaune.

I know, of course, that Miss Nikos…she too shares my burden. She too is isolated by her skill, by her beauty and by her stature. She, too, has fallen for Jaune because he has treated her like an equal. She, too, wants someone who will always see them as an equal and not hold them up above others. As it is put, to 'treat them like a regular girl'. You can see it; there isn't much difference between myself and Miss Nikos in that respect.

The difference is that I have the misfortune of not being Miss Nikos.

…I have seen it for myself. Those who know of the romance, they wish for Jaune and Miss Nikos to be happy together. Some would even intend to cast me aside, refusing to regard my feelings on the matter at all. I too…..I too wish that Miss Nikos and Jaune will be happy, I wish it more than anything. I would rather my friends be happy than myself and them suffering.

But I cannot shake the desire. I cannot deny that I want to be the one by Jaune's side, and not Miss Nikos. I bear no ill will towards her-indeed, far from it. Gladly, I will stand by her side, and gladly, I will fight with her in battle…..but I cannot say I want to lose Jaune to her. There is nothing wrong with that, right?

Is it wrong? Is it wrong that I desire to be with Jaune, even when the world would rather he and Miss Nikos were together? I….."

Winter's composure gave out, and the lady began sobbing, collapsing into her sister's shoulder.

"I just….I do not understand…" Winter uttered into her sister's shoulder. "Why…."

Weiss hugged her sister tightly, shaking her head. The lady returned her hug, still sobbing.

"…it's not wrong, Winter." The heiress reassured her in her softest voice. "…..it's not wrong.

Love hurts, Winter. I know. I felt like I died inside, when the Grimmfather showed me an image of Ruby being dead in front of me. It hurt, even when I realised that it was all a dream, that Ruby was alive, that she wasn't going to go any time soon.

You're not wrong for loving him. I think he's a complete dunce, that's true. I think he's the biggest moron in the world for not noticing either you or Pyrrha. I think many things of him, but I know he's one of the nicest, kindest and noblest men I have had the pleasure of meeting. You chose well, sis.

…look. I'm not good at this advice thing. You're the one who always gave me the advice; you taught me how to fight with Myrtenaster, you watched out for me, you did everything that any good sister would do. But I'll try my best.

You ask him out to the dance. Seize the day. Tell the world that you're not going to lose because they want Pyrrha and him to be together. Maybe the dance won't magically turn you and Jaune into a couple, but you'll get closer to him, if experience with Yang and everything else has taught me anything. It's worth a shot."

"….but what if he-"
"Winter." Weiss calmly repeated. "Never be uncertain of yourself. That's the first thing you ever told me when you taught me how to fight. Practice what you preach, as they say.

I believe in you. I suppose, here, Blake would say something silly, like 'Believe in the me who believes in you', or something, but I won't go for that."

Winter just stayed there, hugging her sister tightly.

The world was still for those long moments. To Winter and Weiss, not a sound could be heard in the world. The world was nothing, but two sisters sharing the comforts of each other's embrace.

Finally, after an eternity had passed, Winter detached from her sister, dabbing at her eyes with a snow-white handkerchief and brushing her hair out of her eyes with her hand, carefully placing it back in its carefully groomed position.

"…..t-thank you, Weiss." The lady stated, giving her a tearful smile. "I….I needed that. Thank you."
"Don't thank me." The heiress responded, shooting a smile back at her. "I'm only doing what any good sister would do.

Now…..do you want something to eat? Just the two of us. I'll even buy you the tea you always like to drink. It's on me. We can talk more over that."

"…..I would like that, Weiss." Winter nodded slowly and gratefully. "I would like that very much."

The next day, in the cafeteria…..

Pyrrha sighed, shaking her head, with Yang sitting next to her. Both of them were looking over at Jaune, who was currently sitting next to, of all people, Velvet.

"You can do this." The brawler reassured her companion. "Pyrrha, tell yourself you can do this."
"I can do this." The spearmaiden repeated. "I can ask Jaune out to the Yuletide Dance."
"I'm rooting for you here." The brawler reassured her. "Trust me. It'll work out."

"…right. Thanks." Pyrrha nodded, grabbing a nearby glass of water and taking a gulp. "…..alright. I'm going in."
"And send me pictures when you hit it off!" Yang called after her.

'This will work, Pyrrha. This has to.' The spearmaiden resolved. Slowly, she strolled towards Jaune, sitting by him calmly. She breathed in deeply, sighing.

"….Good morning, Jaune." Pyrrha greeted him, flashing him a small smile. Jaune looked over at her, smiling back.

"O-oh. Hey, Pyrrha." The knight greeted back, looking away slightly. "…how are you?"
"Huh? Jaune?" The spearmaiden tilted her head. "What's wrong?"

Velvet, meanwhile, looked over to Vivi, who was perched on her shoulder.

"…..I think we're intruding on something private." The bunnygirl noted. "We should probably go, the fans might kill us if we intrude."
"Pipipi." Vivi nodded in response. "Pi?"
"Oh, that sounds like a nice idea!" Velvet mused, nodding and standing up to leave Pyrrha and Jaune in peace.

"….I was actually going to talk to you about something."

Pyrrha felt her heart skip a beat. '…..what? What could he possibly…..'

"….I know that….I might have been a little….distant to you." Jaune explained, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm sorry."
"I-It's fine, Jaune, you've never been distant."

"…but….I think….I mean….would you…." The knight sighed, shaking his head. "It's…..it's so hard to say! I can't think of how to say it."

"…say what?" The spearmaiden inquired curiously.

Yang watched from afar, tenting her fingers.

"Yes, Jaune, do exactly as I told you to." The brawler muttered under her breath. "Do exactly as I said.

The beautiful angel of romance may have her day!"

"…..Pyrrha, I…..I want you to-"

"Good morning, Miss Pyrrha. Good morning, Jaune."
Suddenly, they were interrupted by Winter sitting by them. The lady nodded to both of them, smiling.

"Hello, Winter! I….uh…." Jaune looked away. Winter looked to him next.

"I was actually looking for you, Jaune." The lady explained. Jaune's eyes widened.

"You were?"

Pyrrha frowned. "You were?"

"Indeed. I was wondering about…." The lady sighed deeply. "I was wondering about the Yuletide Dance. I was wondering…..i-if you would-"

Weiss, who was watching from another table nearby, smiled.

'Go get him, Winter.' The heiress thought proudly. 'Come on. You can do it.'

"If you'd like to attend with me!" Pyrrha and Winter cried in unison.

Jaune blinked in surprise at the requests. "I…..um."

'Crap. They're both asking me out to the Dance…..and Yang'll kill me if I don't pick Pyrrha.' The knight reflected, remembering their discussion from the other day. '…..but I can't disappoint Winter….if I reject her, I'd be hurting her as bad as I'd be hurting Pyrrha….

I'm between a rock and a hard place….'

Indeed, both Pyrrha and Winter were staring at him, waiting for his response with anticipation.

"…..or, you know, you could pull a Taiyang and get them both to the dance."

Cinder suddenly appeared at the table, grinning at all of them.

Yang and Weiss stared at her in shock.

'Dammit, Cindy!' The brawler cursed, looking down. 'This wasn't in the plan. I didn't expect someone else to start mucking with this!'

'As usual, one of the Antic Order deigns to mess with the plan.' The heiress thought, shaking her head. 'Why am I not surprised?'

"Just pull a Taiyang. He took Ruby AND Yang's mothers to the Dance at the same time, why can't you?" The pyromancer suggested. "That makes everyone happy, no?"
"…I suppose….." Jaune nodded slowly. "…well, since you both wanna go with me….and-"
"No, no, please, let Miss Pyrrha go with you." Winter shook her head. "She was clearly asking first."
Pyrrha shook her head. "Winter, you asked first. You should go."
"No, I insist-"

Cinder rolled her eyes. "Just take them both and have it done with."

"…alright, alright. I'll…..take both of you guys." The knight acquiesced.

Yang and Weiss simultaneously facepalmed.

"Idiot." The brawler sighed. "You absolute idiot. The difference is my dad and my moms were all in love with each other!"

"…you dunce. That's never going to work!" Weiss snapped. "Great."

The pyromancer smiled. "That's my budding harem hero! Happy hunting!"

With that, she walked off, leaving the three of them in an awkward position.

Pyrrha and Winter both stood up simultaneously.

"I will….see you later, then. I'll get ready, I suppose….." The spearmaiden nodded to Jaune, before walking towards Yang. Winter gave Jaune a light smile.

"I'll make my preparations. I bid you farewell…." The lady announced, before walking back to Weiss.

…..

"…so I have to go with Winter." The spearmaiden explained to the brawler. "I can't make my move if she's there!"
"Relax, relax." Yang reassured her. "It'll be fine."

….

"Just act natural." Weiss reassured her sister. "Trust me. Don't think of it as an uncomfortable position. You're among friends. You're not confessing, you're just trying to get close to him."

Winter nodded in understanding. "I know, but…I fear my efforts will be wasted if Pyrrha is present."
"They won't! Believe me. Just try to…"
….

"….get him alone." Yang suggested, clapping her hands together to emphasise her point. "He'll have to listen to you and you'll have his ear. "That's probably your best bet."
Pyrrha nodded. "Alright, but….I'm going to need that…."

….

"We're going to need a dress for me to wear. " Winter stated. "It seems my normal attire is not suited for this kind of venture."

"…..but where are we to get a dress?" Weiss inquired. "You haven't got long."

The lady smiled.

….

Yang smiled at Pyrrha as she asked a similar question.

"What am I to wear to the Dance? You said the red dress was unfitting."
"And it is, but that's not the point." The brawler replied, nodding. "That doesn't mean I haven't got a plan.

Leave it to me, o young Padawan! I'll handle it!"

"…okay…." The spearmaiden nodded. "I still don't know how you'll do it, but…."
"I always deliver." Yang retorted boastfully. "Never bet against the sexy."

Two days later, the main hall…..

The last two days passed without much advancement on the front of romance, nor indeed upon anything else, for the whole school was entangled with the duty of making everything just about ready for the Dance. Rather surprisingly, the days leading up to the Dance were quiet, with not a peep from the usual suspects such as Dove, or the Antic Order. Of course, given the Antic Order was basically running the show when it came to the Dance, perhaps they didn't feel the need to make a peep, so to speak. Regardless, the preparation went without a hitch.

The hall was alive with activity, for it was indeed the night of the Yuletide Dance.

The tables, decked in white cloth and red placemats, dotted the hall surrounding a central dancing space, topped up with everything from punch to devilled eggs- which nobody ever ate- to nice Vacuan-style kebabs. The light in the hall was provided primarily from the large, intricate glass chandelier that hung above them, a donation by Siegfried Schnee of all people. The stage had just been vacated by Roman giving one of his usual sarcasm-filled speeches, lamenting again the low pay a Professor of Economics got in a combat academy and the fact that Cinder basically used him and the unfortunate Miss Honda as her pair of slaves, and was currently occupied by the DJ- Sir Lyserg the Utahraptor, who had volunteered.

Of course, nobody decided that questioning a dinosaur that had come out of seemingly nowhere might have been a good idea, but it all worked out.

Jaune watched the others dance, leaning on the table with punch on it. He cleaned up well, and contrary to popular belief, looked just as nice in a suit as he did in a dress. It was a sharp, black two-piece suit with a jet-black bowtie and a neat red handkerchief tucked into the left breast pocket. His normally messy golden hair was combed and groomed quite well, swept in a neat line upon his hairline.

He checked his scroll, waiting for Pyrrha and Winter to arrive.

"…..they're late. That's odd. They're never late, usually." The knight mused. Cardin, standing next to him, shrugged. For all his tailoring skills, the unfortunate boy really could not make his suit fit him, as his large frame seemed to make him almost burst out of the blazer.

"Eh. Well. You know." He shrugged awkwardly, trying his best not to move too hard lest he rip his clothing. "…Maybe they got a little caught up in gettin' dressed. It happens."

"Yeah….I know….but they're usually better prepared than that." Jaune sighed. "Melanie ever do that to you?"
"Nah. She just dresses like she normally does." The warrior admitted. "Always loved that about her, she's not like most girls."
"I'd expect most girls here aren't like most girls."

Cardin chuckled. "I suppose you'd be right there."

"…say, you…..did you ever-I mean, I'm asking this purely out of curiosity, and if it pisses you off, I'm really not intending it to- but did you, like, ever doubt your feelings for Melanie?" The knight inquired curiously. "Like….did you ever think you weren't the right one?"

"…you kiddin'?" Cardin scoffed, shaking his head. "So many times. Ya think I didn' think she'd find someone better than me? I still think that, sometimes.

Sometimes, you've just gotta remember. If they chose you, it's because you're the best one for 'em."

"…..You're right. Yeah." Jaune nodded nervously. "Yeah."

Suddenly, Nora skipped up to his side and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Jaaaaaaune!" The berserker cheerfully called.

"Huh? Yes, Nora?"

"Your girlfriends are heeeere!" Nora announced loudly, drawing Jaune's attention to the door of the hall, as it slowly opened to admit Pyrrha and Winter.

Jaune strolled up to the door waiting to greet them.

He was amazed by what he saw.

To be continued….

A/N: Yes, I do have the audacity to make this a four parter.

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