The worries of Weiss chapter 5
A/N Welcome back my lovelies! I apologise for the long wait on this chapter, I have been really busy as of late but now I'm back! I continue to sulk over the fact that I own nothing... *sigh* I have decided to leave the competition open for a little while longer as I have thoroughly enjoyed receiving you brilliant ideas, and suggestions. :-)
Anyways... a huge thanks to:
My friend pinkteacups for her wonderful work on this chapter!
Autistic-Grizzly: I will defiantly consider your idea in the competition! :-)
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Deltahalo241: I agree Yang must be more careful! I have listened to a few of the tracks from "RIN Daughters of Mnemosyne" including "Feelings" and "Purity" and would have to agree they do fit with my fic rather well, I would recommend them to all of my readers. :-) If there is anything else any of you guys would like me to listen to or watch just let me know in the reviews and I will be sure to do so!
Lily Red Dragon: Thank you for your honest criticism of my writing style, it helps me to acknowledge what I need to work on. I hope to continue to spark your interest, and as I said last chapter this chapter is going to be the start of longer chapters! Yay! Thanks for you review :-)
Jacklyn Frost: Thank you for your encouragement! I'm glad I make you nervous!
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Now without further ado, on with the story...
Chapter 5
Ruby POV:
I took in the familiar, yet colourless doors of my beloved school; the once vibrant entrance now a melancholy, stormy grey, as was everything else around us. I came to this realisation as I stepped forward with a shaking hand to push open the monotonously grey doors, revealing an equally lifeless clone of our home.
"Blake be careful!" The worried voice of my sister caught me by surprise, but my question was answered in seeing Blake cautiously step toward one of the dull grey walls, her analysing amber eyes pausing in their examination of the wall, only to dish out an eye roll accompanied with the side order comment of, "Says the girl who punched a hole in a wall."
At the reminder of Yang's violent outlet on the wall, I swiftly twirled on one foot to assess the damage my riled up sister had caused to my team mates mind. As I did so, I began what could possibly be a torturously long rant,
"Yang, you can't just-" Only for my words to fall flat. My other two teammates halted their silent staring contest, alerted by the sudden absence of my voice, and came to stand next to me both sporting equal looks of confusion to the one I was sure adorned my own face. Yang was the first to speak up,
"Is that you?"
"Yeah, Yang, it is..." My voice shook in a manner impossible to disguise; my mind was far too busy attempting to process the situation looming on the not-so-distant horizon. I stared at a rather scared, (okay, utterly terrified) 15 year old me, splayed unceremoniously on the ground, reflecting on how my clumsiness had, for the first of many times to come, riled up a familiar heiress.
"This is the first time I met Weiss." The explanation began to slip from my mouth unconsenting, which happened too often for my liking, as I began to circle the scene, both Blake and Yang following, wearing equal and identical looks of interest. All three of us took in the sight of poor, 15 year old me, peering up from my position on the ground to meet the gaze of the raging heiress. But all I could see was Weiss, for this was not a young Weiss, nor an impassive Weiss, but a familiar Weiss... My Weiss. The very same Weiss I had left back at the hospital, her silvery hair in its signature side ponytail that never ceased to make me crane my neck, just in the hope of catching a glimpse of it as it swished around a corner.
It's strange that the small quirks she had only gave me reason my fall for her more, as though my love for them provided me with footholds to cling to on my rocky climb up the walls of ice that surrounded her heart, before finally being allowed to see all of her, the good and the bad and whatever else was buried away within her. My heart swelled with a sadness that could only be described as despondency, as it fully hit me that I may never see this Weiss in the flesh again. I blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill over to flood my cheeks, studying the muted memory of her stormy eyes for a moment longer, before taking a deep breath and bracing myself as the strongest sense of determination I had ever felt washed over me. This glimpse of the Weiss I had come to love only served to fuel my need to see her again; I had to tell her how I felt even though I was unsure myself of the feelings the ice eyed heiress provoked within me.
"Let's go." The steel in my voice surprised even me as I marched towards the double doors without a single glance back. However, even through the haze of determination my mind was clouded with, the thought that been bothering me ever since the beginning of this quest continued to gnaw at the back of my brain... What could be so bad that Weiss, who I had always believed to be fearless, would see no other option but to run?
Blake POV:
I approached the wall with distinct apprehension, trying to understand how something so familiar could cause me to feel so alienated. Like an outsider looking in. It was Yang's voice that broke me from my inner struggle, only to discover that my hand was centimetres away from one of the dull, grey walls.
"Blake, be careful!" The concerned tone in which Yang spoke sounded really quite bizarre coming from her, like a hug coming from your worst enemy, or a teacher changing their mind about a pop quiz. I replied with my standard eye roll and a quick witted retort in an attempt to cover up the warm blush which rose to my cheeks, caused undoubtedly by her worry. She was looking at me strangely. A look that almost resembled one of longing. As soon as the thought had entered my mind, the spell that had encompassed us both was broken. The background ranting of Ruby had come to a grinding halt, as had her train of thought, apparently, judging by the dumbstruck look on her face.
We shifted into our battle stance, alert and ready for any force that could manage to stop our leader mid-rant, only to come face to face with Weiss. Well, Weiss from a year ago, judging by the coldness in her eyes as she regarded the form of an eccentric and frightened-looking 15 year old girl. The ice in her death stare had long since melted, and the haughtiness with which Weiss had used to carry herself, that had melted along with it. That was only when, of course, such behaviours were used against the other three members of the team. She still maintained the ability to strike down any other being who happened to look at her at the wrong time, or said a word against the other members of Team RWBY. I noticed Ruby stiffen as she regarded Weiss, but my attempt at analysing this strange behaviour was yet again thwarted by the familiar voice of the blonde next to me as she exclaimed,
"Is that you?" Her question was directed at Ruby. Following her line of sight, I came face to face with a copy of none other than our leader and cookie munching expert, Ruby. Well, a younger version of her anyway. This difference in age, given away by the lack of the muscles built over a years' worth of training; training that seemed to be taking a while to kick in, as Ruby had yet to move a muscle. Her attention was wholly fixated on Weiss, as she offered a distracted mumble of,
"Yeah, Yang, it is..."
As I began to scrutinise her movements, I noticed the tension building steadily in her battle-worn muscles. Her hands were clenched in fists at her sides, as though she was desperately fighting with every muscle in her body not to run to Weiss, to provide her with the safety of her arms. Her eyes shone with unshed tears... and something else? Could that be...Love? Impossible! They were fighting 80% of the time! The only other 20% was when we were in a particularly serious situation or when we were sleeping! But the way Ruby was looking at Weiss, a tear finally winning the silent battle and trailing its way down Ruby's cheek and her eyes offering such warmth and almost shining her love like a beacon as though trying to deter the course of a doomed ship … the emotion she felt was undeniable. I had missed her explanation of the muted scene, due to my shock at my sudden realisation, only to have all evidence of the feeling wiped from her eyes. It was replaced by a solid wall of fortitude as she said,
"Let's go."
Ruby left no room for debate in the matter, leaving Yang and I to struggle in trying to keep up with our leader as she marched her way into Beacon, her fury and determination so adamant that it seemed as though she were alight with it.
Ruby POV:
I threw open the colourless doors, only to find that the lifeless replica of our school had been replaced with an equally grey carbon copy of the hospital waiting room we had been in not all too long ago. However, the decidedly less high-tech differences in appearance were immediately obvious; from the far bulkier computing system on the reception desk, to the tattered and time-worn wooden furniture. Everything suggested that this was a past memory of the hospital.
"Mr Schnee?" A tall man who was obviously wealthy, rose to his feet, his power shown in all aspects of his attire; right down to, presumably, the Schnee emblem, engraved in his silver cufflinks. Although his face was not a picture of youth, he could not be described as old, exactly. The word that sprung to mind was...weathered. As though all the hardships of the world rested upon his bony shoulders. However, I couldn't bring myself to feel pity for him, as his look of suffering was almost entirely masked by his bravado of self-righteousness.
The man, Mr Schnee, who I took to be Weiss's father, stood, well, he lounged, looking down his nose at the nurse who had come to retrieve him, as one might a speck of dirt that had weaselled it's way on to your newly polished shoe.
"Could you fill out this form, please, Mr Schnee. It is to administer your wife into our care for the duration of the pregnancy." Mr Schnee sighed, as though this was quite possibly the last thing he wanted to be doing; as if it were biggest waste of time he could possibly have spent.
It was then I noticed it. There, highlighted by the blinding, white light of the hospital as he reached for the form, was a hauntingly familiar golden ring. Adorning his middle finger of his right hand...