AN: Thank you guys so much for reading this so far. I hope you guys enjoy it so far. So now I present: Chapter 3! Thank you again, and please leave a review to help me get better at writing good content!
Today was Weiss' 8th birthday. Her father had planned all sorts of fun, waking up early and getting treated to massages, having a lunch together with her friends, well friend, and spending the afternoon running around playing, or watching movies until dinner. Then she would get her cake, as well as open up all her presents.
What Weiss had been expecting was a servant to wake her up early, so she could have breakfast and begin the festivities. What she got was something she hadn't been expecting. The sound of the door being kicked open and someone landing on her, screaming "Happy birthday!" in her was definitely not expected. Weiss shot up, coming face to face with Sam, who had jumped on her bed to wake her.
"Dunce!" she nearly screamed, flicking him on the forehead.
"Now, now, play nice," someone said from the door.
Weiss turned to the door to see both Ozpin and her father standing, smiles on their faces. "Happy birthday, sweetie," Anselm said.
Weiss ran up to both Ozpin and her father to hug them, Sam following behind her. The day went on as how it was supposed to, Weiss and Sam were treated to high class breakfast, a high class massage, and relaxing with one another until lunch time.
As Weiss sat back in her chair, Sam raised his head and looked over at her. "How have you been, Weiss?" he asked her. Sam and Ozpin had been gone for a month, while Ozpin was on a mission, and Sam had gone with him.
"I've been fine, thank you," she responded. "I've missed you though."
"I know, I've missed you too," he replied, sounding guilty. "I wished I could've stayed here, but I don't think your dad would've been ok with that."
"It's ok Sam," she told him, trying to reassure him. But something he said caught her off guard. "Why couldn't you have just stayed with your parents?"
Sam's eyes widened and he looked to the ground, tensing up. "M-my father is off on a tour in the m-military, and my m-mom is off at a business conference for 3 m-months," he responded, trying his best to control his voice.
"I-I see," Weiss responded, surprised by his response.
"Weiss! Sam! Lunch is ready!" Ozpin called from the dining room.
"Coming!" Sam called back. "C'mon, lets go! I'm starving!"
"You dolt, we ate not even 5 hours ago," she responded, giggling at his excitement.
"That's five hours too long! Have you forgotten already? I'm always hungry!" Sam responded cheerily, grabbing Weiss' hand and began pulling her to the dining room.
"D-dunce, slow down!" Weiss called, trying to break free from Sam's grasp.
Eventually Sam let her go, and they continued to walk down to the dining room. Meanwhile, Ozpin and Anselm were having a talk.
"You can't be serious Oz," Anselm said in disbelief.
"It's true, and that's why I'm telling you now," Ozpin responded calmly.
"I-I'm sorry but I can't just take him-"Anselm was cut short by the door opening up.
"What's for lunch?" Sam called, Weiss trying to stifle a small smile next to him.
The next couple of hours went by normal for Sam and Weiss, while Ozpin and Anselm went to continue their previous talk in private.
"Oz, you can't honestly expect me to believe he's actually-"Anselm began.
"Enough, I told you the truth. He is what he is, and I know that him being here, he will be happy. He won't be able to go with me any longer," Ozpin responded, trying his best to remain composed.
"I can't take him in, you know that!" Anselm quietly yelled back at Ozpin. "I want to help him yes, but if he stays then it will just cause more pain."
"So what will you have me do then?" Ozpin shot back, anger easily recognizable in his voice.
"There is one way to know he will no longer feel pain…" Anselm said in a low whisper.
"Are you seriously suggesting I..." Ozpin tried to say, shocked at what his friend was implying
"Oz, there is no other way. He stays here, he is brought to the public and even more try for our heads. Sending him out into hiding and leaving him nothing will cause more pain than he has already had. You must execute him. Just… do it quickly, so he feels no pain," Anselm said, sighing as he finished. "I want to do something for him, but anything I can do will only harm him further."
"And what of your daughter? Those two have gotten extremely close in their short two years together," Ozpin reasoned.
"Either choice I pick will cause pain, I'd rather get the pain over with, rather than the fear of whenever it will come down the road," Anselm responded.
"And what if it doesn't?" Ozpin tried to get through to Anselm, this was a bad idea.
"We don't know, but I can't risk my daughter any more than necessary," Anselm replied, even though his eyes were dull and sad. "Please, stop arguing with me, Oz. This is something I definitely don't want to do, but we don't have a choice."
Ozpin was tempted to beat sense into Anselm, but controlled his emotions, "And when exactly would you have me… dispose of him?" Ozpin asked, dejectedly.
"After dinner, when you both go home," Anselm said.
"I see," Ozpin hissed out, and turned to see the two children watching a movie in the other room. Unless Ozpin's eyes were deceiving him, they looked like they were holding hands. You're going to regret this, Anselm.
Both Weiss and Sam had indeed gotten very close, maybe even closer than friends, but they didn't really know, since they were both eight. But whenever the two were apart, they longed to see each other, counting the days, the hours, the minutes until they saw one another again. And Anselm was trying to see the end of it. To protect his daughter. Ozpin didn't see where his conclusion was coming from, and refused even thinking about killing Sam. But, if he brought him back here, Anselm will know he disobeyed his trust. Ozpin quickly formed up a plan in his head, and waited for dinner's end.
As the movie came to a close, one of the servants came to bring them to dinner, and as he walked in he froze, looking at the pair. Sam's eyes were focused on the screen, one arm around Weiss, the other hand holding Weiss'. Weiss had her head leaning on Sam's shoulder, and looked as if she were asleep. Sam noticed the servant, and signaled him to be quiet, and to leave, so Sam could wake Weiss peacefully. After the servant left, Sam planted a kiss on Weiss' forehead, whispering softly that it was time to get up.
Weiss stirred, snuggling closer into Sam, and he sighed and let out a quiet chuckle. "C'mon Weiss, dinner should be ready anytime now."
"Ughhhh fine," Weiss pouted, reluctant to get up from their position.
Sam stifled giggles, and a big smile dawned on his face. "C'mon," he said, "we don't want to keep your dad waiting and wondering what we're doing in here."
Weiss blushed furiously, and flicked Sam on the forehead. "D-dunce…"
The two left the room silently, holding hands until they came to the dining room. Dinner was relatively quiet, and they soon finished up.
"I'm sorry, but I think it's time we get you home, Sam," Ozpin motioned to get up.
"Aww… but today was so much fun, I don't want it to end!" Sam pouted, wishing to stay as long as he could with Weiss.
"I'm sorry Sam, but we need to go," Ozpin replied.
As Ozpin headed towards the door, Sam ran up and hugged Weiss. "I love you, Weiss. I'll never ever forget you, no matter where I am. Promise me you'll do the same?"
"I-I love you too Sam. I promise," Weiss responded, her face turning a deeper and deeper red.
"C'mon Sam!" Ozpin called from the door.
Anselm walked up next to her daughter after the two pulled away, and he put his arm around her. "Goodbye, Mr. Engle," Anselm said, smiling.
"See you later, Sam," Weiss added, waving as Sam walked toward the door. Sam waved back and Ozpin closed the door behind them. After a few moments of silence, there was a loud bang. Soon after, everything was quiet again. Weiss heard the sound and was immediately startled. That's the same sound that I heard when my mother was killed… no… it can't be! "D-daddy, what w-was that?" she asked, voice threatening to give out.
"I got a message from Ozpin. It appears that that sound was… Sam. I-I'm sorry, Weiss," Anselm said, tears already forming in both of their eyes.
Weiss refused to believe it, and she ran. She ran into her room and jumped on her bed and cried. She cried and cried, hoping to wake up from this horrible nightmare.
The only problem was she wasn't dreaming
Sam was gone.