TSO A/N: (12-2-14) This was long overdue, but here we are: chapter four. The delay was mostly because of laziness, but we were also waiting for Volume 2 to come to an end. Um... I think that's everything, so let's get started.

For reference, use of season 1 Weiss and Blake's opinion of her is maintained in this story because it wouldn't be that interesting otherwise (the ship is practically canon by the Volume 2 finale). The actions of the villains in Volume 2 are also somewhat ignored, as is the season finale where Glynda used ctrl-z to turn a problem with great potential into nothing in particular. Some references to Matt the Mammoth Rider's recap series may also occur.

A small bit was removed from this chapter, but there really wasn't a need for it, it didn't work with the direction I planned on taking the story, and it didn't portray Weiss quite the way that I want her to be seen through this story:

Blake stared at the screen of her scroll, the news was showing a video of Weiss standing on her balcony, a look of content on her face. Below, on the ground, there was a large fight among a crowd. The news reporter began to speak, "This afternoon in Atlas, three people, including a Faunus," Blake sighed, there was no need for that distinction, "died during a scuffle for money on the ground that summed to over 5oo Lien." The Faunus connected the dots in her head, she was reluctant to marry Weiss before, but there was no way she would marry the monster on the news willingly.

TSO NEW A/N: (2-19-15) So, this chapter was started in like… late November, then we all had testing, then we had a break for Christmas, then we forgot to keep working on this as motivation fell, and then Rose couldn't decide if she liked the chapter or not, but hopefully we can get back on our feet again.

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4.

Orich Schnee sat at his desk overviewing what the wedding planner had sent, the cost for the wedding was exorbitantly high, and the plans extremely lavish, but there was one thing that was especially needed in order for the wedding to even be performed.

Orich tapped a button on his scroll and opened a line to an old friend of his. He didn't waste time with formalities once the other end connected, "Maroon, I need a favor from you."

Blake stared blankly into space; her eyes were pointed toward the device in her palm, but she wasn't looking at it. Instead, the Faunus was completely transfixed on the notion of being married to a Schnee.

Outside, the birds chirped and the red leaves fell as they always did, coating the ground and giving even the sky a red hue. Life simply went on. Inside, Blake sat on the bed in her hovel, scroll in hand, contemplating how everything had come to this terrible mistake.

"Blake Schnee," the girl muttered, shivering at the words, resisting the urge to groan in disgust. By this point, Blake had come to the conclusion that, should her and Weiss' "contract" be finalized, there was no way the dust tycoon would even consider letting her keep her family name; and he certainly wasn't going to be transferring the name of a lowly Faunus peasant to his precious upper-class daughter.

Returning her attention to the scroll in her hand, she prepared to make the call, taking a deep, calming breath to ready herself for the situation to come. Ruby, her team leader, had to be informed of the situation; but as her thumb hovered over the girl's name in the contacts, something crossed the Faunus' mind that made her pause. During initiation, Ozpin had said their partner was the person they should be closest to for their entire tenure in Beacon, but never once did he mention the relationship a student should have with the team leader. How would Yang take it if Blake called Ruby first? Would the girl feel hurt by the fact that her own partner chose to tell somebody else this news before her? Blake switched the contact to Yang before taking the time to think about how her team leader would react to the decision. Just as she was about to tap on Yang's name, Blake paused again. As if things weren't complicated enough as it was, the sisters lived together; they shared a room for all she knew. If she told one girl, the other would know before she could even connect and pretend that she called her first. And, of course, talking to Weiss about her feelings was out of the question. It would be a cold day in hell before that pompous brat showed a hint of consideration for someone other than herself.

Blake sighed as she put the scroll away and just layed there on the bed, staring up to the ceiling. To an observer, of course, it was obvious that Blake was stalling simply because she couldn't bring herself to admit that she had lost a battle with both her parents and the Schnee family so easily.

The Estate was in full preparation for the wedding to come. The furniture was being reupholstered, the carpet and drapes were being replaced, the cellar restocked, and the clothing measured. For some ungodly reason, those uncultured Faunus peasants had demanded the wedding take place before the summer let out, and, among the staff, rumors had begun flying around of the Faunus family and the wicked things they planned to do with the Schnee name. There was no limit to how such lowly scum as them could swindle away the money and prestige tied to the Schnee name, nor was there any way those imbeciles could possibly improve the family.

Weiss stood on the currently bare concrete floor, being measured for her dress. It was a custom design by the great Lauren himself, only fitting for someone of her wealth and taste.

"Your father married you to a woman of Faunus background, they say," he pulled the measuring tape over her chest, "Bust: 20," his assistant took the measurement down.

Weiss sighed, "I know the Faunus personally, an ex-member of the White Fang; she tried to get us all killed at the end of first semester."

The man raised his eyebrows, "Ooh, do tell. Underbust: 19.5."

The young girl's head whipped around, her eyes glaring at him, "You must have measured that incorrectly!"

He looked at her and scoffed, "Never question my measurements, darling. Now, the story! You have me intrigued."

Weiss sighed, at this point she must have told the story about the night at the docks to at least fifty people, including the police. Of course, she did leave out the part about her not even being present for the actual encounter with Torchwick, but the story was still just fine without that detail.

He thought about it for a second, "Wait, your leader was shot by Torchwick, but survived?"

The girl blinked, she had forgotten that this man wouldn't understand what aura was. "Yes."

He stared at her for a second, obviously not believing the story, "How could she have done that?"

Weiss chose to go with the world's usual explanation of everything instead of explain aura to him, "Dust, probably." She raised her shoulders indifferently.

"Oh. I didn't know dust could do that." He shrugged, "'It's a wonder material,' they say."

Weiss sighed in an attempt to show both her annoyance and her boredom, "How much do you still have to do?"

He glanced to his assistant, who checked for any blank values then shook his head; he looked back to Weiss, "It appears my work here is done for now."

Weiss nodded, "Then you are dismissed," the man nodded in return, and turned to leave with his assistant as Weiss retired to her room.

The heiress walked over to her balcony and looked out over the estate. It was a pleasant view, no doubt about that, with a large fountain and hedges beneath. In the distance, one could see the sun setting over the Mountains. "Remember that one day this will all be yours," she sighed, trying to comfort herself, "yours and Blake's."

That old comfort she used to find with that childhood statement was gone now.

Blake sighed for the fifth time as she watched the news on her scroll later that night. She still hadn't managed to call any of her team about the problem at hand.

Nothing interesting was happening in the world, and there wasn't any news of the White Fang's activities this week. Even though she claimed to have nothing to do with the organization, she often found herself seeking news of their activities and current goals. The girl's mind wandered for a moment, her eyes carelessly scanning the page, before she noticed that Weiss was on the news. Blake knew it was probably just celebrity propaganda, but she watched it anyway.

"As preparations for the wedding of the century continue at the Schnee estate..." It occurred to the Faunus girl for the first time that not only was Weiss' wedding the story of the century, this was her wedding was as well; the entire world would be focused upon her on that day. Blake immediately returned to her vision of the Schnee wedding, but now with herself in the center of it all. She shuddered slightly. Everyone was speaking to her, invading her space, and talking about her. The Faunus couldn't actually hear what they were saying, but she knew that the people there didn't approve of her, and she began to panic as she realized the meaning of such a big event centered on her. There was no way she could handle the mere thought of it now, and there was no way she could manage to survive the day she envisioned.

When Blake's focus finally returned to the news, the reporter was interviewing some self-proclaimed expert on the wedding. "There are rumors that the mysterious spouse may actually be a woman, what is your opinion on this?" she asked and turned the microphone over to the person the Faunus girl didn't recognize.

"Well, Lisa, there isn't much known about the suitor that was accepted. The person that placed the bid appears to be completely unrelated to the actual suitor, and the money trail disappears in a bank in Vacuo. All I can say is that I'm sure the suitor is a playboy billionaire with some darker connections that the Schnee company valued over the immediate value of the higher bids. Don't be surprised if the Schnee company turns to a shadier clientele in the next few years."

Blake couldn't tell whether to be insulted or relieved. It appeared that her parents had used the White Fang bank in order to hide the money trail. At the very least, no one knew she was a poor Faunus from outside the kingdoms, or that she was an ex-terrorist in an organization bent on destroying the very family she was being wed into. On the other hand, the news was convinced that she was essentially Roman Torchwick and that her only goal was to marry into the family for the money. She let out a breath, and turned off her scroll, placing it on the piece of wood she called a table.

A few hours ticked by, with Blake staring at the sky through a hole in the wall as she considered her future again, until a knock on the door was heard. The girl immediately sat up, her ears stretching, trying to catch even the slightest of sounds. Not only was she not expecting anyone, but nobody should have known where this place was. She created it to hide from the White Fang after deserting, and it served it's purpose well for the past three years; but now, in the past two days, both her parents and now whoever these people were had all discovered her location.

The Gambol Shroud was lifted from it's resting place as the Faunus approached the source of the offending noise. With the weapon on her back, Blake looked out a hole in the door to see that there were five people standing outside her home. Four were dressed as Atlesian soldiers, and the fifth was dressed in a white coat and grey slacks, a style reminiscent of the huntsmen from Atlas.

Blake cautiously opened her mouth, "What do you want?"

The soldiers were slightly thrown off guard; most likely expecting the door to open before any kind of response came. The huntsman spoke first, having completely expected the fellow huntress to keep her guard up, "Blake Belladonna, we are here to inform you that you must accompany us to Atlas for legal processing." The girl froze in place. There was no way that the police of Atlas could have possibly linked her to any of the crimes she had committed, past or present without having first captured a White Fang base.

"What happens if I refuse?"

The huntsman stared back at her eye through the hole in the door, "You will be charged with the crime of perjury and resisting arrest. I have been authorised to forcibly remove you from the area, if need be."

This began to make less sense by the second, "Who sent you?"

"The supreme chancellor of Atlas." Blake looked away from the door. If she refused or ran, more would come in their place. If she fought, there would be no forgiveness for the crimes she had committed… if she was caught.

The huntsman had already backed away from the door, but the soldiers stood at it's sides. The flimsy piece of wood collided with the man, and he could hear the distinct sound of an armoured body striking the ground. By the time he cleared the wood chips out of his face, two of the men were already down. He was told she would resist arrest when he asked why he was being sent for this task. The man pulled off his coat and hung it on a tree. Cuffs in hand, he approached the girl from behind, in an attempt to catch her off guard. His plan seemed to be working. As Blake's left arm came back for a swing, the huntsman clipped her wrist into the ring with practised skill. This was always the easy part.

He made an attempt to pull the girl's arm flat against her back, but Blake immediately spun around and faced him. She raised her right arm and swung at his face. Instead of connecting, the man dodged and caught her hand with his right one before immediately uncrossing and spreading his arms out. Blake let out a yelp as her shoulders were pulled together across her front. The hunstman then lifted his hands and led her left arm behind her back. Instinctively, Blake turned to face away from him, attempting to pull out of his grip. The second clicking sound was when she realised her mistake; her hands had been bound. Blake growled in disgust as she accepted her second defeat this week and stopped fighting them off.

The man leaned forward and spoke into her ear, "There, was that so difficult?" Blake only glared at him.

As the five led Blake into the cage, the huntsman began to wonder why exactly her capture had been ordered.

A twelve year old girl stood at the balcony of her new home, "One day it will all be mine," she repeated, looking out over the workers installing a fountain and the hedges, all the way out to the mountains in the distance. The sun was setting and darkness took the sky. It slowly dawned on her exactly what that statement from her youth truly entailed. The girl didn't even know what she would do with it all, much less how she could ever live the life that she was destined for; and yet here it was, laying before her in plain view. She was sure that, eventually, she would figure out a use for it; but at the moment, she was at a loss for words.

"What will be?" The girl turned to the source of the voice. Behind her stood her younger brother.

She smiled softly, "Come here." She lifted the boy up so he could see clearly over the guardrail, "Look out over the land. Everything that you see belongs to our father, and one day, all of it will be ours."

The boy tilted his head, "All of it?" his eyes began to glaze as he realized just what she was saying.

The girl nodded, "All of it." She put him down and he ran off. After a moment longer watching the sun set, she went and locked the door to her room.

The boy thought about what his sister had said. It was all theirs. All of it. All of it. It all belonged to him. His sister was quickly forgotten as he began to fantasize about what he could do with all of that.

TSO A/N: The technique above described for Blake's capture is occasionally used in those situations and is highly effective, so don't say her capture was too easy.

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