Chapter 10: Of Dying And Fan Fiction

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Weiss' eyes opened around four o'clock. For some reason, she had slept better than ever before. Then she remembered that Ruby shared her bed that night. Worried, she looked under the covers to see if anything unfortunate happened during the night. Seeing that nothing was damp, she let out a breath of relief. Wondering if she should start her day early, she vetoed that idea. Ruby made too good of a sleeping partner. Weiss closed her eyes again. She could afford to sleep in for a few extra hours.

Yang awoke with a yawn around eight o'clock. Swinging her body out of the bed, she slunk over to the bathroom door, ready to take a nice, warm shower. On days like this, she always had a hard time staying awake even in the shower. It wasn't her fault. That water just felt too nice. She stripped out of her night clothes before going in the bathroom.

Yang turned on the shower and climbed in. Letting the water run over her body, Yang reflected over the past week. Truth to be told, she was enjoying her work on the musical. It was nice to see her friends more outside of class and meal breaks. Plus, having 'edited' (i.e. barely glanced over once) Blake's script, she was interested on how the others would do, given the material.

Finishing her shower and spending roughly twenty minutes on her hair, Yang walked back into the room and started to put on her clothes. She glanced over to the others. Man, they were really quiet when they slept. Blake had always slept like a cat, all curled up in on herself. Weiss and Ruby were holding onto each other tightly, their faces nearly touching. Wait, WHAT?!

OH HELL NO!

Weiss was yanked out of her peaceful sleep when she felt a powerful aura flare over her. Turning over and opening her eyes, she was greeted with a horrible sight indeed. Yang was staring down at her, an evil grin plastered over her face, her eyes twitching madly. Weiss could feel the heat radiating off of her aura. Oh SHIT. "Well, this is it, my death. Man, I'll miss living. Dying in the arms of Ruby isn't a bad way to go.", she thought. Weiss fully expected to die then and there. Luckily, she was saved by a half asleep Ruby.

"Weiss… stop moving around so much. Go back to sleep…", she mumbled. That made Yang reconsider ripping Weiss' windpipe out of her mouth. However, she was still too furious not to give up so easily.

Seeing murder in Yang's eyes, Weiss furiously shook Ruby awake. "Aww… Weiss", groaned Ruby.

"Ruby, please! For the love of god, wake up!", she loudly whispered, her voice full of terror.

Ruby yawned and opened her eyes. "What is it? I was having a nice—". Ruby stopped in her tracks when she saw her sister's insane expression.

"No, wait Yang! It can't look that bad!", yelped Weiss nervously.

To Yang, it looked as bad as it could get. Ruby's tank top had ridden up her stomach, exposing half of her torso. Weiss' top buttons on her nightgown came undone in her sleep. Finally, it was apparent that Ruby was spooning Weiss. The sight was enough to drive Yang insane with anger.

"Arrghh, be quiet. I'm trying to sleep.", came Blake's voice from underneath several layers of covers. Ruby had started to whimper in terror, and Weiss began to hyperventilate. Groaning, Blake got out of bed and looked at the source of the commotion.

Seeing a half dressed Yang towering over a spooning Weiss and Ruby, she blinked and rubbed her eyes vigorously. The sight hadn't changed when Blake's vision refocused. "Umm… did I miss something here?", she managed to ask.

"Yeah, I caught Weiss tryin' to put the moves on my SISTER!". Yang punctuated her sentence with a punch to the wall. The plaster easily cracked under her fist. Ruby buried her face in Weiss' arm, trying to hide from impending death.

"I swear, I wasn't! I didn't do that! Oh geez, oh god, please don't kill me!", Weiss pleaded between shallow breaths.

"Yang, don't do anything stupid now…", cautioned Blake, slowly moving towards her.

"Do anything!? Weiss' is the one DOING Ruby right there, damn it!", shouted Yang. She removed her fist from the wall. If one looked closely, they would see exposed wiring and piping.

"AARRRGGHHHH! You're DEAD!", bellowed Yang as she readied a punch. It was at this point that Blake hit a specific point on her upper back. Yang stopped mid swing, her eyes blank. Suddenly, she slumped over, unconscious.

"GAHH! What did you do?!", yelled Ruby in sheer terror.

Blake crouched over to the knocked out form of Yang. Picking her up, she hefted her back into her bunk. "Oh, I just knocked her out. She'll wake up in…". Blake paused to count something on her fingers. "About ten hours. I think you ought to get ready for today's practice.". Blake then climbed back into her bed covers, ready to go back to sleep.

Weiss and Ruby were stunned. "Where did you learn to do that?", squeaked out Weiss.

Blake winked at them. "Sometimes it's useful to have a ninja on your team. Now, don't wake me for anything. I'm going to take the day off.". Blake settled under her blanket and fell silent.

Speechless, Ruby and Weiss climbed out of bed to get ready for the day. Well, as if it could get worse for anyone else that day. Right?

Right?

On this Sunday, practice started the same time as yesterday. After eating a healthy (read: bland) breakfast, Teams RWBY (minus the B and Y) and JNPR plus Velvet shuffled into the theater, ready to start working.

Today, they were planning on working on the scenes with Weiss' character's dying father. Considering that Jaune's work was mostly backstage, and the rest were women, Ren got 'volunteered' into playing the father.

Ren was lying on the floor, as they hadn't finished making the prop bed yet. Nora had experience with hammers, so she was fine building it by herself. Weiss was crouching next to him, with fake tears streaking her face. He was trying his best to sound generally ill and dying.

"Oh, my precious daughter, I'm so glad that you've arrived. Come closer. Let me see how you've grown.", Ren delivered in a flat voice. Clearly, acting wasn't one of his strong suits.

Velvet decided to intervene there. "Cut, cut! Ren, what the hell are you doing? You're supposed to be dying! If you were any more wooden, I could make you into a fence!".

Ren sat up and simply shrugged at Velvet's criticism. "I'm doing what I can", he evenly said.

Velvet rubbed her forehead. They only had a week left. How could they get Ren's acting up to speed in that time? She wracked her brain for solutions. "Does anyone have any ideas on how to help Ren?", she asked to anyone who heard her.

Weiss spoke up. "I think I have something that could help. Hold on". She got up and walked over to her purse. Digging around, she eventually pulled out her scroll. She opened up the internet browser and typed a few things in.

"This ought to do it. Ren, could you please take this backstage and read it?", asked Weiss as she handed the scroll to Ren. He stood up and took the scroll. Nodding, Ren then walked behind the thick curtain to the backstage.

"I'd wait around a half hour, give or take.". With that, Weiss walked over to the food table to scold Ruby about her choice in snacks.

At a half hour on the dot, Ren staggered through the curtain back on stage. All of the color in his face had been drained. Weiss' scroll dropped from his limp grasp. Looking haggard, he slumped down to the ground to lie there. Velvet couldn't help but be impressed at his acting.

"Wow, he's really in character now! What did you do, Weiss?", complimented Velvet.

"I just showed him a chapter of Blake's fan fiction.", she explained.

To properly grasp the content of Blake's fan fiction, 'Shinobi Romance: Passion Champloo', one only needs to look at a small excerpt. Here is the best example possible, where the least amount of things needed to be censored:

Wiping the remaining fluids and undigested remains of food from her mouth, the Solar Samurai turned over to the prone form of the Black Shinobi. Both ladies quivered in pleasure, the raging inferno of their passion burning brightly.

"I'm glad you are now relieved, Shinobi-sama", moaned the Solar Samurai.

"And now you know relief of a different kind, Solar-san.", breathed the Shinobi.

They embraced lovingly, quivering from the amount of love that was shared. Their romance burned like a raging inferno. They kissed passionately, the Shinobi not caring that she tasted the remains of last night's curry rice. The kiss ignited a spark in their nether regions, a passionate inferno building up below. The warrior princesses quivered in delight.

The Solar Samurai splayed out herself on her bedroll for the Black Shinobi, ready to be taken again. Her passion was burning as brightly as their camp fire had last night. She could feel an inferno building up inside her heart and even further below.

However, the Shinobi had different plans. She gathered a few flowers from the clearing.

"I know I am betraying my clan by being with you.", the mysterious, beautiful, passionate Shinobi said. "But that makes my bosom even hotter.".

She held out the flowers for her lover to see.

"Come, claim this token I have gathered for you.", her voice quivering in anticipation.

With that, the Shinobi, with ever graceful feline like movements, proceeded to shove the flowers—

In the interest of keeping this a T rated story, the example will be stopped here. The reader should get the idea by now, anyway. Let's continue with the musical plot.

To Weiss' credit, Ren looked genuinely ill. By now, he was writhing on the floor in horror.

"I've looked into the void. It STARED at me. I BLINKED.", Ren kept on moaning while clutching his head. Also to Weiss' credit, Ren now sounded like he genuinely want to die as well. It was a rather clever plan on her part.

Harnessing this energy, Velvet decided to retry the scene. "Okay Ren, let's take it from the top!", she called out to him. His unblinking eyes shifted over to her. Not knowing what to do with his life anymore, he agreed.

"Oh, my precious daughter *moan*, I'm so glad that you've *wheeze* arrived. Come closer. Let me *groan* see how you've grown.", he delivered. It sounded fantastic. It also sounded like Ren was ready to vomit. Thinking quickly, Weiss grabbed a bucket from backstage and brought it next to Ren.

He proceeded to vacate his stomach of everything he had eaten the past day. Weiss looked away, knowing that familiar feeling. She knew he would be fine after a few hours, after he repressed most of those memories. Velvet, pleased with the results, clasped her hands in delight. Weiss' little plan had turned out for the best after all.

Excellent. Fantastic. Great.

It was all in a day's work.

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