Weiss Reacts to 'We Must Increase Our Stamina!"

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Weiss Reacts! At long last, an actual fanfic chapter! Good god, you must be thinking how many times I've left it out. Anyway, let's get this thing on the road, and one shoutout to The Layman for letting me cover his absolutely hilarious fic! Now that the thanks are out of the way, let's get this chapter started!

Also, for fans of my colleague Half-Blind Otaku, we'll be covering 'Diary of Glynda Goodwitch' again soon- also a huge congratulations to him for crossing 100 chapters! Excellent! Woo!

Let's get this chapter on the road!

DISCLAIMER: RWBY does not belong to me, otherwise Weiss would have more swords. MOAR SWORDS

We Must Increase Our Stamina belongs to The Layman.

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

"RIGHT!" Yang raised her finger, earning a gaze from the rest of the dorm. "It's time we whipped ourselves into shape!"

Weiss stared at her for a moment, before shaking her head and going back to her book.

Blake blinked. "Erm. Yang, we happen to have just gotten back from training. Why do we need to get fit again?"
"Because we spend all our screentime sitting around the computer doing nothing but reading fanfics and laughing at Weiss failing to play video games!"

Weiss glared at her, putting her book down. "Quiet, you."

"It's true." Ruby shrugged, frowning. "You are terrible at playing video games."
"I-It's not like...I-it's not like I'm exactly going to be amazing at every video game ever, s-stupid!" The heiress snapped. "Morons!"

Blake chuckled. "Sure you aren't. I believe you."
"S-shut up! I'll play you at Civilization again and thrash you again." Weiss glared at the catgirl, who merely scoffed.
"If I recall, Ruby won that game-"
"Enough talk!" Yang snapped. "We're going to go on an exercise run! Now!"

Weiss grumbled. "Put a sock in it, Xiao Long. You can go on your exercise run yourself."

"Why the sudden obsession with exercise?" Ruby tilted her head. "And what's with the get-up?"
Yang looked down at her sports bra and short shorts- all in shiny black and flame-patterned, of course, and positioned to expose as much skin as possible.

"I don't know what you mean~"

"Don't tell me you're still trying to out-sexy my sister." Weiss grumbled.

Yang pouted, crossing her arms and looking away. "I-it's not fair! Why is your sister sexier than me without trying?! T-that's not how it works!" I-I'm the Ms Fanservice here!"

Blake sighed, passing Yang her leather jacket and jeans. Her cheeks were slightly red from embarrassment.

"Put some clothes on, you look stupid."
"B-Blake, y-you wound me!" The brawler protested childishly, but obliged and put on the leather jacket.

Weiss chuckled. "Oh, Blake. If only you saw how tsun-tsun you look-"
"S-shut up. I'm not about to cave in to the fans and give them s-stupid Bumblebee!" Blake snapped, crossing her arms. "I-I'm too manly for that anyway!"

"Since when does manliness preclude falling in love again?" Ruby tilted her head.

"Shut up!" Blake glared at her irritably.

"Eeeep! Sorry..." Ruby cringed away from Blake, somewhat shocked by the sudden hostility.

Weiss closed her book and stood up, stretching her arms. "Well, if everyone's going to do nothing but screw around, then we might as well find some fanfic to read.

And we are not going running to make you look sexier, or whatever. You can do that yourself.

We don't need any more people mentally scarred- you already did enough damage to the poor new girl..."

Yang sighed dramatically, pulling up a beanbag and moving over to the computer as Weiss strolled over to it. "Fiiiiiine, since you people are boring and won't help your teammate claim what's rightfully hers..."
The catgirl took her ribbon off and rubbed her ears, looking around. "Yang trying to get everyone fit sounds like a good fanfic plot. Go look it up."
"Eh." The heiress shrugged. "I doubt someone was legitimately bored enough to consider Yang a role model for exercise-"
"HEY!" The brawler snapped, offended. "I am very healthy, thank you very much!"
"You eat nothing but pizzas, steaks and chicken!" Weiss complained. "I'm surprised you're somehow still so stupidly busty and curvy without being fat!"

"Heheh." Yang winked at her. "All my fat goes to the right pl-"
She was interrupted by a shark plushie being lobbed at her face. Weiss growled.

"Idiot! WHAT IS WITH YOUR OBSESSION WITH YOUR BUSTY CHEST?!"

"Meanie..."

Weiss blinked. "What do you know, that fic exists."

Blake tilted her head. "...and as expected, Yang and Weiss are against each other. Is there anything different?"
"Shush. You wanted to read this, so we're reading it." The heiress grumbled. "Here goes nothing."

Yang scoffed at the blurb. "Me and you, get competitive? As if. We know who'd win that one, anyway."
"Don't think you've got the right to say anything about that." Ruby pointed out helpfully. "She did beat you. Five times."
"L-Let me have my time in the limelight!" The brawler protested, staring at her sister pleadingly. "A-and Rubes, you're my sister! W-who's side are you on?!"

The reaper latched on Weiss' arm. "My adorable girlfriend's~"

Weiss glared at her, blushing. "S-stop that. You're babbling again, you m-moron."
"Kawaaaaiii..."

"Graah..." Weiss closed her eyes, attempting to resist the urge to hug her idiotic lover. "...l-let's just get this fic out of the way."

...

"...as usual, Ruby's somehow late, even though she can run faster than Yang can come up with something perverted to say." Weiss remarked drily. Yang merely shrugged.

"It's true. She's fast."

"You don't even deny it. Figures." The heiress closed her eyes.

"...and ARE YOU SERIOUS SHE FELL ASLEEP AND BINGED ON COOKIES WHAT WAS SHE THINKING NOW WE FAILED. MORON."

Ruby giggled. "Hehehe..."
"If you do that to us in real life, Ruby, I am going to slap you." Blake threatened her half-jokingly. "Seriously. I WILL end you if you do that."
"Hehe, no need to worry." Ruby declared proudly. "I'm not that much of a klutz."
"Your track record doesn't fill me with faith." The catgirl countered, causing Ruby to frown.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!"

"Perfect...what 's a GPA?" Weiss raised an eyebrow, curiously.

"...isn't that the American system?" Yang rubbed her chin. "Didn't think it was Valian."
"Valean." Weiss corrected her. "We're not in Valia, we're in Vale."

Blake interrupted them both. "Does anyone care? Just read the fic!"

"Team Carbon...you know, I'm sure we have one of those here." Yang tapped her chin, nodding slowly. "And hard and fast, eh? Why, that's-OOF"
Weiss rubbed her hand as the brawler rubbed her belly, a pained expression on her face. "Pre-empted your perverted comment."
"N-not everything I say is perverted!"

Blake chuckled at the mention of workout clothes. "Heh. We already know what Yang wears."

"I hardly consider those clothes, Blake. At least my battle skirts are dignified." Weiss remarked drily.

Yang scoffed. "I beg your pardon? I don't wear stupid frilly skirts! I wear practical shorts! That way, I don't flash every person underneath me!"
"Coming from you, I'm surprised you think that's a bad thing. And I wear shorts under there." The heiress pointed out. "Anything to keep the stupid weirdoes from getting a glimpse under there like in those crappy harem anime."
"They're black." Ruby calmly stated, causing Weiss to give a luminescent blush.

"RUBY"
"What? You left them on the floor of the shower today!" The reaper protested. "I'm not Velvet, I didn't go through them like some stalker!"

"THEN PUT THEM BACK INTO THE CLOSET AND DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT COLOR THEY ARE YOU DOLT!"

As they said that, Velvet was indeed wearing Weiss' unmentionables over her head, and they were indeed black as night.

She was watching them from a vent underneath the table, giggling.

"One day, my Weiss-sempai...even if it's not today..." The bunnygirl vowed as she scrabbled her way back to her dorm, with Vivi in tow.

Back to our heroes...

"A tracksuit and-" Blake snickered. "Are you serious? She'd look stupid in one. Weiss, you'd better stick to your battle dresses."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." The heiress muttered irritably.

"Always happy to help."

"...and what kind of stupid costume are you wearing?!" Weiss snapped. "Have you no dignity?!"

"Jazzercise is a LEGITIMATE form of exercise!" Yang protested, glaring at Weiss defensively. "Y-you don't understand anything!"

"I thought you wanted to look sexy, not stupid."

Blake shrugged, nodding with assent to Weiss' comment. "Gonna have to agree with Weiss here."

"You people have no taste!" The brawler cried, pouting.

"AND WOULD YOU QUIT WITH THE POUTING YOU ARE NOT RUBY QUIT ACTING CHILDISH"

Ruby pouted, causing Weiss to flinch. She facepalmed, irritated with both siblings.

"NOT YOU TOO"

"S-sowwy..." The reaper whimpered. Weiss threw her hands in the air.

"So help me, I share my dorm with a bunch of babies. And I am NOT that competitive! I wouldn't be irritated if an inanimate object beat me, and I wouldn't certainly wager my dignity against Yang's lack thereof!"

Blake smirked. Weiss had given her a perfect set-up.

"Well, you've let enough video games beat you."

"SHUT UP"

"Five kilometres!" Weiss scoffed at the screen. "In what world can Yang outrun me?!"

"Well, I can outrun you here." Yang replied.

"Yeah. Right. And it's not because of some stupid antic." The heiress nodded slowly. "I completely believe you."

"Not all my feats have something to do with pranks, dear~" The brawler pointed out.

Blake chimed in. "You're right, just most of them."

"H-Hmph. Meanie."

"And weight lifting?" Weiss raised an eyebrow. "In an outright fight, we've already proven Yang is my inferior!"

Yang interrupted her, looking embarrassed. "Only because you cheated!"

"I was perfectly in the rules allowed to ring you out." The heiress calmly replied. "You didn't take that chance, your loss."

I could beat your underhanded tricks any day!"

Ruby chuckled. "Jaune, working out?"

Blake shrugged casually. "One would think running away from his admirers would be enough exercise. Our Jaune's ripped."

"And to think he still looks girly enough to look like Saber when crossdressing..." The reaper noted, chuckling. "Although Weiss trying to do weights..."

"She'd probably get crushed by them or something." The catgirl remarked. "Not her kinda thing...Ruby?"

Ruby was busy fantasising about Weiss looking adorable while doing weights.

"Heheh..."

Weiss gave her a light slap on the back of the head. "Quit being a pervert."

"Ow..." Ruby rubbed the back of her head as Weiss continued to read the fic.

"And me, unable to catch up to Yang?! This writer offends me! I am FAR superior to her!"

"By cheating~" Yang reminded her cheerily. Weiss glared at her.

"Not like you haven't. I still remember the stupid tournament you made up where you used a plushie to distract me!"

Yang shrugged. "All's fair in love and war. Especially war."

"Hypocrite." The heiress muttered. "And how dare you assume I'm some sort of floozy?!"

Blake chuckled. "You being a limp-skinned weakling IS a hilarious image."

"If I meet this man in person, I will probably have him shot for treason."

"You can't have everyone shot for treason because they don't like you~" The brawler pointed out helpfully.

"I'll probably settle for you, then." Weiss darkly muttered. "And I dread finding out what Yang's real workout is..."

...

"Jazzercise." Weiss stared, dumbfounded, at the page. "Of COURSE Yang does the most humiliating activity known to man to try and win her stupid competition."

"Maybe because you're too easily beaten~"

"WHAT KIND OF A FOOL USES THAT FOR A COMPETITION?!"

Blake grinned mischievously. "What, too scared you'd actually lose something to Yang?"

"P-put a sock in it, y-you idiot!" The heiress snapped angrily. "Y-you know nothing!"

"And what d'you know, I win!" The brawler smirked, pumping her fist in triumph. "See? I can beat you in things, miss Ice Queen~"

"T-that was an unfair contest and needlessly humiliating!" Weiss cried. "I-I am disgusted I even participated in this!"

"Well, at least Yang wore her Jazzercise stuff as an apology, right?" Ruby pointed out helpfully. Weiss grumbled.

"Too little, too late."

Blake frowned. "Kinda sucks I wasn't manly and awesome in this one, but if Weiss was forced to wear a track suit, I'll take it."

"For your information, I don't MIND wearing a tracksuit! I just don't want to be forced to wear one over my practical battle skirts!" The heiress protested angrily, evoking laughter from Yang.

"O-oh man...t-that's hilarious! You know what, can you guys let me have the review?"

-From: LittleSunDragonSempai

i loved it lololol

it's perfect- me beating weiss because i'm awesome

love it

-yang

ps: needs work on the jazzercise thing not enough skin showing

"OOOOOWWWW." Yang whimpered as Weiss rubbed her hand again.

"You moron! What is wrong with you?!"

"I-I need to be fanservicey! The fans love it!" The brawler complained.

Weiss growled, furious. "QUIT WITH YOUR OBSESSION WITH SEXINESS!", she roared.

Blake sighed, picking up her book and offering Ruby some popcorn. "Want some?"

The reaper took some, nodding gratefully as yet another normal Beacon afternoon began in RWBY dorm.

END

A/N: Well, that's that. Next chapter...*drumroll*...Weiss Reacts to Toradora! Why? Because I just realised I have a gap between now and my next fanfic chapter and I rather like Toradora- there is even a character in the Reactsverse based off one of the main characters, courtesy of our colleague Half-Blind Otaku! See if you can guess who!

A shout out to The Layman for being awesome enough to let us do his fic!

Well, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, criticisms, suggestions, reviews, comments and thoughts and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!