Weiss could not sleep that night…
Nor any night, really… she couldn't help but stare at the bunk above her.
Her bunk.
She thought back, it wasn't very long ago when she remembered waking to the sound of scribbling, and obnoxious light from up there.
"What are you doing, you dunce?" She'd asked coldly, standing up and peeking at the source.
Ruby was studying, by scroll-light, feverishly writing things down.
"Oh, Weiss! I'm sorry… I didn't want to disappoint you-"
"No. You go to sleep. The worst thing you could do for tomorrow's test is to fall asleep in the middle. I will help you tomorrow. I expect you to be more prepared more in the future, however." Weiss had said back, giving a small smirk.
Tears welled up in Weiss's eyes. That memory was from a week before the dance. It was supposed to be the night of her life… Neptune had managed to ask her out, despite fear of his abysmal dancing skills.
Even Blake had a date, with that insufferable monkey…
She thought back to just before Yang's fight.
"Weiss. Wait up!" Jaune called, trying to catch up to her.
She didn't want to talk to anyone, let alone him.
"Weiss. Stop." Another voice called out. Ren was infront of her, helping up a fallen Nora.
"Thanks, Renny… Sorry, Weiss-y, I tripped-" Nora stopped when she saw the look on her face.
"Renny… Weiss is crying. I don't like crying…"
Jaune, followed closely by Pyrrha came up behind them.
"Weiss… is everything okay? We haven't seen any of Yang, Blake, or Ruby since the dance… well, other than the explosion in Ozpins tower…" Jaune said.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"If there's something important you four are working on… that's okay… but it's just odd not to see Yang or Ruby around… especially at Cookie Saturday…" Pyrrha said.
Cookies… Weiss couldn't even think about them, or strawberries, without wanting to bawl, hit something, or both.
She sniffled, thinking whether she should… could tell them now or later.
"Pyrrha…. Jaune…. Nora… Ren… You four have been some of the best friends I've ever had… and… I want to thank you for being great friends." Weiss said.
JNPR's jaws hit the ground. Weiss hadn't ever opened up like that before.
"Um… is everything okay?" Jaune asked, staring at her with his blue eyes.
She breathed, steadying her self.
"You… we should sit down."
They walked over to a nearby bench, and sat.
"Tell us… what's wrong? It's weird and a bit heartbreaking to see you like this… don't think I've ever seen you cry…" Jaune said.
Weiss sniffled again, and slowly began to talk, fighting as hard as she could to keep it together.
She was a Schnee, and it was her duty to be as professional and informative as possible at all times.
"The… The night at the dance… Someone snuck into the Comms tower. Someone evil. Ruby followed her, without her weapon, and…. Confronted her."
Jaune, as dumb as he seemed, put two and two together quickly. He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand, "No…"
"The fight was small… and as far as I can tell, she… she didn't suffer much… the attacker easily overwhelmed her, especially since Ruby didn't have her weapon… and…" She choked back a sob.
Pyrrha was dumbfounded. Horrified. And most importantly, enraged.
"She… she's not…" Nora asked, tearing up.
"Ruby… is…" Weiss, with all her self-control, couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
Ren, being the most controlled human being Weiss ever met, spared her the pain, and nodded, whispering, "Ruby didn't make it."
JNPR was collectively speechless.
"Oh my god… I'm so sorry." Jaune said.
That seemed to be what Weiss wanted to hear, because she lost it.
Completely and utterly lost control.
Crouching and putting her hands over her head, she screamed.
Weiss woke up, and took a bit to realize she'd fallen asleep.
Yang was whimpering in her own slumber, while Blake had gotten up, and cradled the blonde's head in her lap, and was absent mindedly stroking the broken bomber's hair.
Blake stared at her.
"Weiss?" The brunette asked quietly.
"Yes?" Came the curt reply.
"You need to win. You need to hurt them." Blake said.
For once, the black and white pair were in complete agreement.
A/N: The big fight will be coming soon... painful lessons will be taught... maybe...