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Strawberry Shaved Ice	By : Webdog177 Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 7180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Strawberry Shaved Ice
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Weiss stifled a yawn as she trudged her way back to her dorm room, her exhaustion winning out over her hunger. She hadn’t eaten the entire day – save for a few biscuits and cup of tea at breakfast with Blake and Yang – and had regretted opting to skip lunch, instead working through her midday break in getting caught up on her paperwork.
Who had ever though being a Huntress would have so much paperwork? Seriously, pages and pages of paperwork. Weiss was fairly certain her own father, being a businessman himself and the head of the Schnee Dust Corporation filled in less paperwork than she did. Though, granted, Weiss did spend most of her free time tutoring the younger students at Beacon, and therefore was essentially a part-time teacher as well as a Huntress-in-training, but still!
She sighed heavily, reaching up to loosen her uniform’s ribbon and collar. Since the months she had accepted Glynda’s offer to help assist her Combat Class, her work had easily doubled. And while she didn’t mind that – not really, anyway – she had come to truly dislike the meetings she would have to suffer through with the other instructors.
They were always too long, spent far too much time talking about things without making any real headway and, perhaps most annoyingly, kept Weiss from spending time with the one person she actually wanted to spend time with.
Really, if Weiss had been in charge of the meetings, they would have been run far more efficiently. But that was likely the Schnee in her talking. Efficiency, and all that.
But, the meeting was over now, and Weiss could finally return to her apartment and relax for the evening. The thought of her bed and its occupant – likely already asleep, rose-motif pajamas and all – painted a pleased smile across Weiss’ usually stoic face, and a couple younger students passing her in the hall did a double take at the odd expression on the famous rapier-wielding duelist and Huntress.
Weiss Schnee did not smile. At least, not around students. Something was clearly very wrong.
Reaching the fourth year dormitories, Weiss allowed her smile to grow as the door to her shared room came into view. She had survived yet another day of classes, tutoring young upstart Hunters and Huntresses and putting them in their place, and long, boring meetings with the staff. That was a win in her book, and she vowed never to snort and chastise Winter when the older woman complained – albeit very politely – about her workload for the Atlas Military.
Even in another country and a good ten years younger, Weiss worked just as hard, if not harder than her prodigy of an older sister.
Weiss felt her stomach growl, winding inwardly as she approached her door. She knew Ruby, with her domestic skills extending as far as being able to cobble together cookies – at best – would likely not have prepared anything to eat. Even so, with how late it was, anything she would have made would have gotten cold long ago. But Weiss wasn’t going to complain; she truly didn’t mind cooking something small and filling herself, and she certainly wasn’t going to suggest to Ruby that cooking was her responsibility.
They had been together too long to get into a petty squabble about sexism and its’ place in a relationship.
Approaching the door, Weiss blinked, freezing in mid-step. No matter how late she returned to their room, Ruby had always left the light on. It was a quirk that, at first, Weiss had complained about, saying that it was a waste of dust and Weiss could manage perfectly well without a ‘nightlight’ when she returned home. Ruby had argued the fact, and after a while Weiss had simply given up, allowing the small gesture with chagrined affection. Ever since then, Weiss had looked for the light shining up at her from the thin crack under the door to their room, signifying that Ruby was home and waiting for her.
Only this time, the light was not on. The light from the hallway was dim, and was only bright enough to maneuver by this late in the evening, but Weiss could clearly see that there was darkness coming from her dorm room. It had happened before, of course; Ruby would occasionally forget to leave the light on, or simply be out. But such times were few and far between, and Ruby had promised to be home that evening.
Taking a quick look around to make sure there was no one in the hall with her, Weiss tensed her body and stealthily approached the door, her ears focusing for any sounds that didn’t belong. Slowly twisting the knob, she pressed her lips together in consternation when she found that the door was unlocked. Ruby never locked the door when she was home, but it simply wasn’t like her to have the lights out even if she’d fallen asleep. With practiced ease, Weiss slipped out of her heels and opened the door, frowning tightly as the darkness permeating the room, the only light coming from the moon filtering in through the windows.
In the decidedly uncharacteristic gloom of the dorm, Weiss finally noticed that there was some faint flickering of light emanating from underneath the bedroom door. Nodding silently to herself, she noiselessly shut the door behind her and clicked the bolt, locking it shut. She stood stock still, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She didn’t hear anything moving in the shadows; no rogue Grimm or overambitious, troublesome students lurking behind the furniture. Not that she was worried in that case – even the bravest of the students to try and ask Weiss out on a date had learned long ago that she did not appreciate such idea, nor did she entertain them.
Not to mention Ruby could be surprisingly jealous at times.
Flexing her fingers into a tight grip against her palm, Weiss readied an assortment of glyphs in her mind used for close-quarters just in case whatever this was happened to be dangerous, and mused on the intelligence of her decision to leave Myrtenaster in the armory. She normallycarried her beloved weapon on her at all times, but simply had decided that she wouldn’t need it for the meeting earlier.
She cursed her stupidity, flicking her eyes around the room for anything else that she could use as a replacement weapon. She eyed the umbrella by the door for a moment, considering the object’s potential use as a weapon, but quickly discarded idea. It would be too unwieldy to use in such small confines as her bedroom, and there were few other things she could use as improvised weapons within reach.
Sighing and moving silently as Blake on her best days, Weiss inched towards the bedroom door, suppressing her sudden fears that someone – or something – had attacked Ruby while she was out. Everyone at Beacon should know better, what with Weiss, Blake and Yang… Hell, even Team JNPR, there to back up the usually cheerful and bubbly scythe-wielder in case of danger. But what if someone hurt her, or worse…?
They wouldn’t even live to regret it, Weiss decided resolutely. It wouldn’t matter if she had to burn down everyone and everything in Remnant – they would be dead.
Steeling her nerves and swallowing past the pounding in her throat, Weiss gripped the doorknob, and after taking a slow, steadying breath, lunged inside, her fists raised in a fighting style Yang taught her for unarmed combat, her eyes sweeping across the room. Instead of the ambush she’d been expecting, the fencer was relieved to see just Ruby in the room, even though her appearance was a little different from what she was used to seeing.
Fwoosh!
Having let down her guard and taken an opportunity to take a closer look at the bedroom, Weiss was astonished when Ruby disappeared in a cloud of rose petals, reappearing faster than she could blink directly behind her. Weiss didn’t even get the chance to whip her head around before she found herself kicked in the back of her legs, crying out as she fell down to her knees. Quicker than she could even register, she felt her hands pulled together as her attacker deftly wrapped a length of fabric around her wrists, binding them behind securely her back. It seemed as almost an afterthought when she felt her ankles tied together as well.
Shaking her head to rid herself of her mild disorientation at having her legs kicked out from under her, Weiss craned her neck around to stare at Ruby, shocked. “Ruby, what the hell are you –“
Smack!
Ruby reared back with her hand and slapped Weiss so hard across the face her teeth rattled. “You will speak to me with respect, commoner.”
“Wha…?” Was the most coherent thing Weiss could manage in response.
Smack!
Apparently, even that had been too much, as Ruby had struck her with her other hand, leaving both her cheeks sore and smarting.
“You will also speak when spoken to.” The younger girl hissed venomously.
Once Weiss was able to make the room stop spinning, Weiss looked back and spied the length of fabric binding her, straining at the thin but strong material, but unable to break free or even slip her hands through. Now that she had a moment where Ruby wasn’t trying to knock her senseless, the fencer managed to crane her head up to take a good look at her. When she finally did, she felt her breath catch in her throat.
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