Weiss Reacts to School Plays, Part 4!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to the latest chapter of Weiss Reacts! Jeez, this school play thing really has been dragging on somewhat, eh? Well, anyway. It'll be done soon, then we can get to One Punch Man, and ever closer to the scene I've been wanting to write for a long, long while (which isn't in this arc). Not that it'll be particularly amazing, but hey, I'll try my best. Even if 'my best' is terrible by most decent writers' standards. Anyway, let's get on with this, eh?

Also, oh, right! The winner of the Kamen Rider poll! Anyway, the winner of the Kamen Rider poll was….Kamen Rider Gaim, with Fourze and Decade sharing second place and Double taking third! So….you guys want more suffering. As if Volume 3 (GOD DAMN IT PYRRHA) wasn't enough, you now want to subject them to more of good old Urobutcher's works? Okay, then, as you wish!

DISCLAIMER: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, otherwise we would have more Japanese and English folklore represented. (Character based on Tomoe Gozen or Spring-heeled Jack when?)

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

Two days later…..

The rehearsals had gone exactly as any rehearsals of a play rewritten by members of the Antic Order, with actors from the Antic Order and populated by a bunch of amateurs, Winter notwithstanding, would have reasonably been expected to have gone. At one point, they had even managed to create a hole in the ceiling, during a scene in which nobody was carrying any weaponry or indeed anything that could possibly cause holes in ceilings. It was hastily patched up with some planks, for proper repairs could not be executed quickly.

Of course, Yang and Blake never actually kissed throughout rehearsals, despite many scenes calling for it- Yang had always backed out or asked if they could not do it, much to the disappointment of the director and many of her fellow cast. Nonetheless, it was assumed they would simply get over it or figure something out on the night.

Cinder had called it a success and said that they were ready for the show. Even after the latest rehearsal which had ended with Rook being knocked out again and Espresso having to be pried off of a rather unfortunate Pyrrha-now devoid of donkey mask after her rather unfortunate incident with her partner's backside- after a scene got rather heated.

"If she thinks some sort of perverted stunt like that is good…." Weiss grumbled, standing by the campus' landing area with the others, pinching the bridge of her nose. "…..good Dust."

"Please, don't talk about it." Pyrrha implored her, shuddering. "E-Espresso did…t-things…"

Jaune sighed, patting her shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's just Espresso. She does that to everyone."

"….." The spearmaiden's horrified expression suddenly changed to one of dead seriousness, as she gripped Jaune's arm hard. "That may be so, but if she touches you, she won't get away with it. Ever."
"Heh…..Pyrrha….hehe….funny…" Jaune laughed nervously as he felt a chill run down his spine.

"I'm not joking, Jaune."

"Hehe…yeah…." He'd forgotten that, for all the ease one had in trolling, shaming and embarrassing his partner, she could still seriously be horrifying. Especially when it came to having him all to herself.

Weiss rolled her eyes dismissively. "No, Pyrrha. Save the obsessive act for Velvet. It doesn't suit you.

Anyway, which one of you's looking forward to having your parents witness us make a fool of ourselves on stage?"

"I'm really a little nervous." Jaune admitted, laughing nervously. "I mean….uhh…..I mean, this is….uh, the first time I've actually….err, met Pyrrha's parents."

"Seriously? What about?" Pyrrha looked over at him, confused. "This is hardly…s-something you should be ashamed about in front of my parents."

"You were going to say 'a date', weren't you?" Yang pointed out, causing the spearmaiden to blush and glare at her.

"T-that was not what I was going to say!"

"I'd be nervous too if I had to perform in front of Lia Nikos." Weiss admitted, shuddering. "Good Dust, Yang. Haven't you heard the horror stories about that woman?"

Pyrrha crossed her arms. "Now, that's hardly true, nor fair."

"Horror stories?" Ruby chirped up. "What horror stories? What, is Pyrrha's mom like a younger Professor Faust?"

"No, nothing like that, and thank Dust." Weiss sighed in relief. "…have you seriously never heard of her? She's a rather famous supermodel nowadays, so I hear, in addition to having been your mother's classmate, Ruby."

"Heh. Still rockin' it at, what, thirty-nine? Forty?" Yang whistled. "Seriously, at least we know where Pyrrha got her looks from. Not in a perverted way. Your mom really does look beautiful."
"Thanks. I think." The spearmaiden smiled at her, before clearing her throat. "Anyway, I'd like to point out that my mother mellowed over the years, contrary to what people may believe."

"I-I'd rather not take my chances…..wish me luck." Jaune commented. Ruby frowned, staring up at Weiss.

"Can someone explain to me what the deal is with Pyrrha's mom? She can't be that bad, right?"

The heiress breathed in deeply. "Anyway, the 'deal', so to speak, is that Lia was, back in the day, just as infamous for her abrasive personality, as she's famous for her looks."
"Abrasive personality?"

"Basically, you see Pyrrha, right?" Weiss pointed over to their friend. "Yes. You know how she's the nicest girl short the likes of that Tohru woman, right? Never yells at anyone, never gets angry unless you touch Jaune, so on, so forth, she might as well be a saint by this point?"
"Yeah?"
"Lia was the polar opposite." Weiss summed up. "Alright, well, I'm not giving her enough credit. She had a heart of gold, supposedly, but if it existed, you had to dig real deep for it."

Pyrrha crossed her arms. "As I said, Weiss, you give her less credit than she deserves. She's far nicer than you think."

"I hope so." Jaune nodded in agreement. "I…..really want to look good in front of your parents, you know? I mean…."

"You want them to know that you're the best guy to give them grandkids?" Yang offered, smirking as Pyrrha and Jaune stared at her in shock.

"W-what?!"
"G-G-Grandkids?!"

"Yang." Weiss cleared her throat violently. "Remember our advice. No perversion."

"O-oh. Right." The brawler shook her head, suddenly remembering what she'd wanted to do to make herself more confident in front of Blake. "I-I mean….you just want them to know you're the best guy for their daughter to….uh…..spend her life with?"

"….a-anyway…." Pyrrha sighed, placing a hand on Jaune's shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm sure my mother will approve of your acting. You've gotten better over the last few days, have you not?"

"Y-yeah." The knight nodded, smiling at her. "T-thanks for the pep talk, Pyrrha."

Weiss sighed irritably. "Well, I don't look forward to embarrassing myself in front of my father in the threadbare rags Cinder calls a costume. What kind of dignified fairy godmother wears something as perverted as that?!"

"N-no offense to Professor Fall, but…." Pyrrha looked guiltily down. "…..I-I don't think this could be called 'dignified'…."

"Excuse you? You actually have a good dress for a costume and you got her to get rid of the donkey mask! I still have to wear my costume, you know!"
Ruby twiddled her fingers. "I-I personally thought you l-looked great in it-"

"….Ruby, please, don't encourage this. This perversion is tiresome. Whatever perverts still read this, since apparently my whole life story is up on the Dustnet for everyone to view, should probably be exhausted with this!"

Nora squeed happily, suddenly standing up and shaking Weiss's shoulder. "Guys! Guuuys! The ships are here! The ships are here!"

"Are they?" Yang looked towards the skies, where, indeed, several transports were incoming. "Guys! Our parents!"

Weiss suddenly cowered behind Ruby, shivering. "R-Ruby, p-please hide me, I-I cannot allow Father to see my face….."

Winter smiled at her sister, shaking her head. "Do not be so concerned, sister. Father will hardly throw a fit over your emotions. He's not the type."

"Yes. You're right." The heiress muttered irritably. "I think he'd rather enjoy my embarrassment."

The ships began to land upon the pads in front of them, and in no short time, the parents began to disembark. Yang and Ruby ran towards their father Taiyang and almost pushed him to the ground with their hugs, with their mother Yin trying to reach down into the hug and being dragged in with a loud squeak, while Blake nodded curtly to her father, who nodded curtly back- the manly version of a glomp. Ren watched nearby as Nora and her mother engaged in what looked like a cross between a mud wrestling match and an ancient berserker war dance- of course, the Valkyrie family greeting.

Jaune scanned the crowd for his father, nervous, before a thought crossed his mind. "D-did your mom come with them?"

"Yes." Pyrrha nodded. "I heard she actually cancelled a photo-shoot to come here. You know, I feel a little guilty-"
"Hey, hey, don't. It's what moms do, don't they?" The knight reassured her. "…maybe she's not as bad as-"
"Pyr-Pyr! Is that you?"

"Wha-OOF!" The spearmaiden stumbled back as a woman threw herself at her midsection, hugging her tightly. Her cheeks reddened from embarrassment. "M-Mother! This is hardly-"

"Oh, save it!" The woman with her arms wrapped around her stomach chided her softly, giggling. "I'm your mom! I haven't seen you in months! I just want to show my dear daughter some love~!"

Jaune looked stunned. "….t-that's your mom?"

"She really mellowed out." Weiss mused. "To think, Lia Nikos….good Dust, my father even called her a chihuahua once. To her face."

Finally, Pyrrha's mother relinquished her from her hug, standing up straight and smiling happily at her daughter, allowing the knight and the heiress to have a proper look at her.

Yang's assessment of her mother was correct. Aside from her deep blue hair, tied not in a ponytail but let free in a curtain down her back, and a slim red form-fitting dress reaching down to her knees contrasting the light leather armour the spearmaiden wore, the only physical difference between her and Pyrrha was that the younger woman was taller by an inch or two; both women even had the same vivid emerald eyes. Pyrrha really was the spitting image of her mother in many respects, it seemed.

Lia smiled, closing her eyes and cocking her head.

"Heya, everyone! How are you all doing?" She greeted everyone cheerily, waving at them. "I just came by to watch my Pyr-Pyr perform on stage, so please, no autographs!"
"Mother?" Pyrrha pointed her towards Weiss and Jaune. "Mother, this is Jaune Arc and Weiss Schnee. Weiss, Jaune, this is my mother, Lia."

"Oh? Schnee, you say?" Lia tilted her head, looking over at the heiress first. "You're Siegfried's daughter, right? How's your sister? How's your dad?"

"She's…alright. They're all alright." Weiss nodded slowly and cautiously. "….you are Lia Nikos, right?"

"One hundred percent!" She nodded, giggling. "Silly, who else would I be?"

"…..okay. I'm just…..confirming something." The heiress looked in disbelief at her, shaking her head.

Jaune was the next victim of the onslaught, with Lia going up to his face, studying him closely.

"Aaaaaaand you must be Jaune!" The model giggled. "Pyr-Pyr, wherever did you find him? He's a cutie!"
"Hehe…." The knight laughed nervously, looking over to Weiss as if begging for help.
"M-Mother!" Pyrrha cried, blushing. "I mean…h-he's my teammate. My partner."
"Oh? How lovely!" Lia giggled, before pinching the knight's cheeks. "You've been taking good care of Pyr-Pyr, right?"

"I-I guess?"

"That's great!" Lia bubbled, smiling as she relinquished his cheeks.

"Miss Nikos, may I speak with you for a moment?" Glynda suddenly called over the din of the family reunion, one of her arms tucked underneath a scroll. Both Nikos women looked up.

"Yes?" They asked in unison.

"…Pyrrha. I meant Pyrrha." The instructor calmly stated. "May I have a moment? I wish to speak with you alone. It is an important matter."

"Oh? Alright." The spearmaiden nodded, before looking back towards her mother and friends. "I'll just be a moment."

With that, she swept through the crowd, leaving Lia with Jaune and Weiss.

The moment Pyrrha was out of earshot, the grin on Lia's face disappeared. She glared directly into Jaune's face.

"So." The bubbliness and cheer had gone straight out of her voice, replaced by an icy chill. Weiss shuddered; for all that her reputation as the 'Ice Princess' was, she could hardly match the coldness Lia was currently emitting.

"Aaaaand there it is." The heiress commented, stepping away from the exchange in case it got messy.
Jaune gulped, flinching away from her. "Y-yes-"
"You're my daughter's partner. You are, correct?"
"Y-yes, L-m-ma'am."

"…hmph. Andreas's son. I expected someone manlier, someone going about and peddling that stupid 'Spiral Power' nonsense. Not that I'm complaining. From what I hear, you're quite the catch. Just word of mouth, of course." The model huffed, turning her nose up at him. "I can tell without even looking that my daughter is head over heels in love with you, Arc. I know enough about her to tell without asking. I can also tell you feel the same way about her."

"U-uh…y-yeah…..t-that's…t-true…." The knight blushed, looking down. Lia, however, tipped his chin up, staring him straight in the eye.

"I'm fine with that." The model calmly reassured him, her voice nonetheless retaining the same cold tone. "I am totally fine with you dating my daughter. I'll even personally pay for the wedding out of my own pocket, if you need me to. That's how okay I am with it.

But…if you ever…..ever think of laying a finger on my daughter, or if I ever catch wind that you two were caught anywhere doing anything vaguely inappropriate- anything past a light kiss-, before then, you'll be the last Arc, and I'll personally make sure of that."

To make her point clear, Lia drew a silver fan of diamond-shaped blades with a ring handle, fanning her face briefly with it and whipping it towards Jaune before catching it with her finger, folding it up and putting it away once more. "Am I clear?"

"Y-yes, m-ma'am. N-no inappropriate activities with P-Pyrrha." Jaune nodded nervously, sweat pouring down; he swore he could almost feel the aftermath of the blade whipping upon his cheek with a light breeze. "G-got it."

Lia smiled, patting him on the shoulder. She closed her eyes and grinned at him once more.

"That's great, Jaune-Jaune!" The model returned to her bubbly façade once more. "It's wonderful that we can agree on something!"

She mussed his hair up, giggling. "Now, I hope you and Pyr-Pyr play nice! You two break a leg out there! I'll be in the front row!"

With that, the model skipped off into the crowd after one last evil look at him, leaving Jaune stunned. The knight let out a breath he hadn't realised he was keeping in.

"So…that's the real Lia Nikos." Jaune remarked, clutching his chest and looking down. "That was…I-I never felt closer to dying in my life…."

Weiss placed a hand on his shoulder, comforting him. "So comes the wrath of a protective mother. You were lucky she didn't eviscerate you."

"I feel like she did."

Pyrrha came back over to them, looking around. She looked a little more sobered than she had been earlier. "Moth-wait where did my mother go? Jaune, did she leave?"
"I think she, uh, left to go find her seat." The knight explained. Pyrrha sighed.

"Fair enough." The spearmaiden nodded. "Listen, Jaune. Do you mind if I speak with you about something? I-"

Suddenly, Cinder's voice echoed out over the crowd on a megaphone.

"Would all the actors and actresses in tonight's production of Romeo and Juliet Reimagined please report to the hall to get dressed? Parents, please line up outside the hall to be seated, we will be seating in an hour. In the meantime, enjoy some refreshments on the house!"

Pyrrha faltered, looking away briefly. "I….think I'll tell you later. Shall we go?"
"…..yeah?" Jaune looked confused, rubbing the back of his head. "…sure. We should get going. Weiss?"

He looked to the spot Weiss had been moments before, only to see her being wrapped in a bear hug by her father, who hefted her in the air and span her around. Weiss looked at him pleadingly, begging to be released from her torment.

"…alright, just me and Pyrrha then. Let's go."

"D-dammit, Jaune!" The heiress wheezed out. "D-don't you dare leave me here! JAUNE! PYRRHA! HELP!"

"My girl's grown so big!" Siegfried exulted, hugging his younger daughter close.

Winter joined in the family hug, hugging her father. "Oh, Father, I've missed you so much!"
"WINTER! DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM AND HELP MEEEEEEE!"

Later, backstage….

"…alright." Yang breathed deeply, now dressed in her traditional milkmaid outfit, fiddling with a small light pinned onto her collar; a special device synchronised with the scroll network to allow Cinder to signal people to get on-stage for their parts, which everyone had pinned on their collars. "…h-how do I look, Weiss?"

The heiress, clad in her own skimpy fairy godmother outfit, huffed. "For once, more modest than mine. Warmer, too. This outfit's not just skimpy, but freezing!"

Yang frowned. "Come on, you know that's not what I meant! D-do you think Blake will-"
"Haven't she and I reassured you enough?" The heiress snapped. "Are you kidding me?! Where's the bravado? Where is the confidence that you always seem to have when you're flaunting your stupidly large chest in front of my face?"

"D-dammit, Weiss!" The brawler grabbed Weiss and shook her by the shoulders. "I-I have to make myself look good for Blake! I have to-"
"Hey." Blake tapped her on the shoulder, causing Yang to squeak in surprise.

"Eeeeeep!"
"Whoa, whoa!" The catgirl stepped back. "Hey, hey. It's just me, Yang. Calm down!"

"…..o-oh." Yang blushed, feeling her cheeks. "I….sorry."

"It's fine." Blake smiled at her. "We're all a little jumpy tonight. Hey…..listen."

"Huh?"

The catgirl clasped her shoulders tightly. "…..you don't have to be so worried, alright? You'll do fine."
"B-but-"
"I believe in you, Yang." Blake reassured her, smiling. "I want you to know that I'll be right by your side, alright? We can get through this together. Just one night."
"Y-you're…you seriously think I can-"

"Of course." Blake nodded, chuckling. "Trust me. You'll be fine out there."

"…t-thanks." Yang sighed in relief, smiling. Her cheeks reddened once more.

'H-here goes nothing.'

"I…..h-hey, Blake, I….I have to say-" She started, but they were interrupted by Cinder poking her head in behind the curtains.
"Everyone on stage in five!" Cinder announced. Blake looked up, nodding to her.

"I'll be up soon." The catgirl looked to Yang. "Hey, listen. We'll talk later, alright?"
"A-alright." Yang looked at her longingly as she walked away, before turning to Weiss and sighing.

"…t-this love thing really is hard." The brawler admitted. "I….I can see why you find it so hard to just….say it, you know?"

"…..hmph." The heiress huffed. "And now you know I will bat you around the back of the head if you ever make fun of me for not saying I love Ruby again."

"….I-I won't. I promise. Just…w-when I try to confess to Blake….c-can you…..b-be there?" The brawler requested plaintively. "….I-I just need…..support, that's all."

'…..Blake, I seriously hope you know what you're doing.' Weiss thought to herself. '…tch. Why did I even get involved? This is ridiculous. Why can't people just talk about their feelings like normal people around here….'

"…..of course." She nodded at her. "I'll….be there. I promise."

"T-thanks. That…..really means a lot."
"….you know I'm going to kill you if you say anything about this to Ruby, right?"

"…..understood."

Weiss nodded, smiling. "Good. Well. Actually, something occurs to me just now.

Blake never did tell us what she was working on, now that I think about it…..what do you think it could be?"
"You know, for once, I don't actually have any idea." The brawler admitted, nodding slowly. "….well. We'll just have to see, eh?"

…..

Meanwhile, in front of the stage…..

"Heh. My girls, a bunch of actresses." Taiyang mused, rubbing his stubbly chin as he watched the stage with anticipation. He and a few other of the parents were sat in the front row, waiting patiently for the play to begin. "Would you believe it?"

Andreas Arc scoffed. "Heh. You think your girls are a bunch of actresses? My girls are the best ones in the world! One day, their names will be known far and wide-"
"Oh, save the act for once, Arc." Lia grumbled. "I swear, you haven't grown up at all, have you?"
"And you're still holding up that nice girl act of yours."
"What's that supposed to mean?"

Yona Arc, Jaune's mother and professor of Weaponcraft at the school, sighed. "Ladies, you can stop fighting now."

"I, for one, look forward to seeing my daughters do the family proud!" Siegfried declared exultantly. "Why, I never did tell you, but Winter takes an interest in the theatrical arts!"
"Oh, don't you start, Schnee!"

Taiyang sighed. "Well. Just like old times, eh? Guess none of us really grew up."
"Q-Qrow would love t-this…." Yin spoke up from his side. "H-he'd love seeing R-Ruby on stage."
"Yeah." He chuckled. "If only he wasn't so busy off in Vacuo. He said he'd be back soon, though, right?"
"Y-yeah! M-maybe we c-can tell him then, h-how Ruby did!" Yin offered, smiling. "H-he'd love that. I know it!"

"Yeah. He really would."

They ignored the banter between Siegfried and Lia going on next to them.

"Ah, still as feisty as always, I see?"
"Be quiet, Schnee!"
"Lia, we are hardly on last-name basis, we've known each other for years!"
"Yes, and you're still an idiot after all these years!"

Suddenly, Professor Goodwitch stepped on stage, clearing her throat over a microphone to get everyone's attention. The audience fell silent.

"…thank you." Glynda calmly stated, adjusting her collar slightly. "Tonight's performance will start soon. Everyone, please be quiet to allow our students to perform. Thank you very much."

With a nod, she walked off-stage, the last brush of her cape masking Vivi's entrance on-stage. The small plushie skipped on, dragging a stool several times bigger than she was on with her with one of her tiny stubs, plopping it on the middle of the stage and standing up on top of it.

With a deep breath, she began.

"Pi pipi, pii pipii pi pipipi." She held up her two arms to emphasise her words. "Pi pi Pipiipi, pi pi pi pii pi…."

"I have to admit, they're quite faithful to the play." Taiyang noted, nodding approvingly.

Lia blinked. "…..what is she even saying?"

"Piiii pipi pipipi…."

END

A/N: Alright. This chapter was originally nearly ten thousand words. As it wasn't actually meant to be that long, I've cut it in half, in order to get a chapter out tonight and satisfy your urges and also to keep this from being longer than my tastes. However, the chapter IS mostly done, with just some touch-ups and stuff needing doing to the last one and so it should be out tomorrow.

Also, I felt like here's a good place to explain my absence. I've been in the process of moving houses for the last week or so, trying to get used to stuff and working with a rather unhelpful Internet provider to try to get that set up in addition to clearing out general debris and so forth. If I don't post too much, that would be why! However, I'll try to keep up my updates!

Anyway, next time will be the last chapter of the school plays! So you can release your held breaths, this painful interlude is nearly over!

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