Broken Apart Ch. 3: Life After: Weiss
And I'm back already. Mentally, just have to write. So, I'm not going to ever finish my other fanfictions before writing a new one cause I have an idea and I have to go. I'm not concerned about being overworked, but I'm just gonna write what I wanna write. As to the question of shipping, cannot answer that one. Can't even tell you whether or not romance in general will be involved. So just read and find out. Now, as I have previously stated, this will be part 3 of setup and part 2 of Life After. Now this might wind up a little bit shorter, but don't hate me for it cause this is a setup thing. Finally, thank you to everyone for getting me over 30 followers already! I am glad to see that there are people excited for this concept as well. Now let us resume the potentially slightly boring setup.
Weiss' eyes opened up, and she sat up in her bed. It was another long day laid out in front of her, thus meaning that nothing seemed too exciting. She still had about an hour before breakfast, so she turned on the large TV that resided in her room. Instantly, she was greeted by a news feed.
"And in other news," the reporter, a woman by the name of Lisa Lavender, began. "The Beowolf problem at the borders of Speckled Woods was cleared up yesterday. Hunter commander, George Wash lead a group to take them down, with some help from the Ember Sisters, Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long. These girls were once famed members of team RWBY. They also go by the names, the Red Reaper and Burning Brute. Here is some footage of the interviews that we took with them." The camera cut to a man with white hair, whom Weiss could only guess was George Wash.
"Well the four of us were struggling with Beowolves," he began. "So we called in the aid of the Ember Sisters since we decided they'd be the easiest way to get improved firepower. So we called them in, and luckily they weren't busy." The camera cut to Ruby and Yang, who were standing together.
"Come in," Yang started. "Smash some stuff. Kill some other stuff. Pretty easy for me and Rubes."
"We've gotten well adjusted to these calls," Ruby said. "Leave one bag packed since we don't have a reason to settle down." Ruby said this cheerfully, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes as well as Yang's eyes.
"Do you miss your teammates?" The reporter asked.
"Yeah," Ruby said sadly. "But we have a job to do, one that we swore to uphold. I guess that they had their duties elsewhere." Weiss couldn't take it anymore, and she just turned off the TV. She instantly plunged her face into her pillow, and let out a scream of frustration. How dare she call us out on TV, Weiss thought angrily. She doesn't have the right to say such a thing!
After a few moments, she calmed down slightly, and digested more of what Ruby had said. It was clear that both her and Yang missed Weiss and Blake. While Weiss thought that her current life was very drab and boring, she had to remember that what Ruby had said was true, and that she wasn't calling them out. Weiss did have a commitment and a duty to uphold. No matter how terrible it was.
A soft knock was heard at her door a moment later.
"Ms. Schnee," one of the servants said. "It's time for breakfast. Then you have some etiquette lessons." Weiss groaned, but then grabbed her clothing. She started to strip down and throw on her new clothing, but the whole time she grumbled to herself.
"My apologies Ms. Schnee," the servant called out again. "It appears that you actually have some fencing to do to assist in entertainment for a deal."
"Wait," Weiss called out. "My father is here?"
"No," the servant replied. "It's actually your mother, and she'll be arriving in time for the deal and the deal only. Then she will be departing on other business immediately after this deal goes down."
"Of course," Weiss sighed. "Of course. I wouldn't expect anything more."
Post-Breakfast: Main Negotiation Hall
Weiss had just wrapped up another breakfast by herself, and immediately gone off to the negotiation hall. She figured that she may be able to squeeze in a few more minutes with her mother. And not just, 'Weiss do this,' minutes. Actual, quality, family minutes. But once she opened up the doors, she noticed that her mother was already in discussion.
"Hello Weiss," she said, only distracting briefly from the flow of her conversation. "I'm glad that you could join us."
"Mother," Weiss acknowledged. "And I hope you do not mind me asking, but who am I entertaining?" Weiss' mother identified her daughter's choice of words as an attack, but chose to ignore them.
"Weiss," she began. "This is Mr. Reginald, and this is how you shall address him. The other one is Nathaniel Reginald, and I would prefer if you'd refer to him as Nathaniel to avoid any confusion. Now, would you take the stage my daughter?"
"It would be my pleasure," Weiss replied. Despite how much she hated everything about her life at that moment, her etiquette classes hammered manners into her.
"Excellent," one of them men said. "Nathaniel, if you would please ready your rapier?" The second man nodded, and pulled out his sword. Weiss walked over to a nearby stage, and jumped onto it. Nathaniel followed shortly, and Weiss easily leveled her sword. She could hear her mother and Mr. Reginald speaking, but she didn't care. This was the best part of her life, fencing.
While at Beacon, Weiss was forced to increase her combat skills. After leaving Beacon and RWBY, Weiss realized how much she had actually enjoyed the combat. Better yet, her almost exclusive one-on-one combat that she had trained in prior to Beacon had vastly improved. It was difficult to defeat her alone in general, but when it was sword on sword it might as well have been impossible.
The first horn sounded for them to begin, and Nathaniel stepped forward. Without much thought, Weiss easily flicked around her wrist and disarmed him. The sword went skidding off the stage, and Weiss just gestured for him to pick it up. Nathaniel did, and instantly attempted to attack again. Weiss easily pushed his strike to the side, and brought the tip of Myrtenaster up to his throat. Nathaniel back off, but then instantly tried an overhead strike. Weiss easily blocked the strike, and then disarmed him once again.
Nathaniel and Weiss continued for a while longer, but there was a clear difference. Nathaniel had been trained with a sword, while Weiss was taught to survive with it. Luckily for him, Mrs. Schnee and Mr. Reginald finalized their deal just after his fifteenth defeat.
"Weiss, Nathaniel, that's enough," Mrs. Schnee said. "I can see that my daughter has once again bested an heir with a sword. Well done Weiss. Mr. Reginald, I look forward to doing business with you in the future."
"As I look forward to doing business with you," he replied. Nathaniel reached over to Weiss, and held out his hand. Weiss took it, and both of them engaged a handshake.
"It was nice meeting you," Nathaniel said. "Even though you kind of kicked the crap out of me." Weiss smiled at him.
"It was nice meeting you as well," she continued. As soon as she was done, she turned her attention over to Mr. Reginald. "As it was nice meeting you."
"It was nice watching you best my son and meeting you," Mr. Reginald countered. "I look forward to doing business with your company in the future. Come along now Nathaniel." Nathaniel walked down from the stage, and trailed just behind his father. As soon as both of them had left the building, Mrs. Schnee picked up her bags.
"Wait," Weiss said, stepping forward. "Are you already leaving?"
"Of course," Mrs. Schnee replied. "I must leave to attend to other business. Goodbye Weiss."
"Can't you stay for at least a little bit?" Weiss asked. Her mother shook her head, and started to walk out. Weiss didn't quite realize her mother was going until she was almost at the front door, and then she managed to catch up.
"Bye Mom," Weiss yelled out. "I love you."
"Goodbye Weiss," her mother replied. Without another word, she slammed the door shut and exited. Weiss just watched this happen, and choked back a sob. Not even an, 'I love you,' Weiss thought. Instantly, she buckled to her knees and started to cry. The one line from her own song kept running through her mind.
Tell me who's the loneliest, of all?
End: So once again, a bit shorter but they'll be like this until after Life After. Questions, comments, follows, favorites, and feedback is appreciated.
