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Princess and The Dragons	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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=Chapter 10
Given how unpleasant that entire experience had been, Weiss really hoped the next day would be better. It had to be; having her father attack her for the second time in her life was an all-time low, even if it had been such a glancing blow. Between that and getting threatened with an actual firearm, she was ready to enjoy a few stress-free days.
But that was not meant to be. The moment Yang snubbed her in the hallway, she knew something was wrong, but couldn’t catch up to ask what. The rest of the morning was an awful nightmare of worrying about that and flashing back to the slap itself.
At lunch, the Dragons seemed quiet and somber. Even though she had this feeling she shouldn’t intrude, she still approached anyway.
“Hey, girls. What’s buzzing?”
They all stared. All of them - and they were staring the way Cinder always stared, as if annoyed at her very existence. Her thumb rubbed back and forth over the corner of her lunch tray. Someone coughed. When nobody had spoken for a few seconds, she figured she may as well try again as stand there and wait for grass to grow.
“So maybe it’s Opposite Day and nobody told me, but normally, when you greet someone, the custom is to greet them back.” No reaction. “Wow, nothing? Nothing at all?”
“Scram, Schnee,” Emerald finally grunted, turning back around to her tray.
“What? What is the matter with everyone?” But they didn’t answer. Trying another tack, she said, “Yang?”
No answer. That was the one that hurt the worst; Yang wasn’t even looking at her anymore. Just turned to stare into the corner, her face a completely unreadable mask.
“Fine. Excuse me for breathing your air. Enjoy your meal, ladies.”
As she retreated to the table where Pyrrha was just getting settled in, she let out a shaky sigh. Her entire body was trembling, and her face was hot. Why did she feel so stupid? Even though she had done nothing wrong, the way they treated her felt like this newly-minted silence had been her fault somehow. That she had ruined something without ever knowing about it. But what could she have done?
“Trouble in paradise?” Pyrrha asked cautiously, her smile clearly pained.
“I don’t know what’s the matter with them!” Weiss hissed as she sat. “This is- even when I was just some paper shaker, they didn’t act this cold toward me. So what happened?”
Swallowing her gulp of milk, she shrugged her shoulders and said, “I couldn’t tell you if I wanted to. But I am sorry, Weiss. You really don’t need this on top of…”
They both fell silent for a moment. Then another voice asked, “On top of what?”
“Huh?” Weiss stared between Penny and Ruby for a moment before demanding, “How long have you two been here?”
“Just a second or two,” Penny went on with a vague smile. “On top of what?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” Ruby insisted with a slight frown. “What’s going on?”
Pyrrha quickly covered, “An argument with her parents.” It was at least truthful, even if it left out the worst of it.
“Parents are the worst,” Ruby laughed in an easy manner, opening her bagged lunch. Her face crumpled. “Eww… Uncle Qrow, no…”
“What is it this time?” Penny asked politely.
“Sardines and Spam. Again. Can’t he just let me buy the groceries and make my own meals? I can do better than this!”
Chuckling against her own wishes, Weiss stared down at her own tray. “At least he tries.”
The table fell silent for a moment or two. Then Ruby glanced over at the Dragons table, which was still sombre and quiet, and back to her two newest friends. She debated for a moment, fingers fidgeting with her silverware. Then she asked, “Is Yang okay?”
“I guess so. I don’t know. She won’t talk to me today, and I’m not sure why.”
“Hmm. Well, she does that sometimes. It’s probably nothing.”
“About that…” Glancing at Pyrrha, she went on, “That was completely unacceptable for her to treat you like that the other day. I think you’re a swell gal and a swell sister. And I think I was maybe getting Yang to realise she was being a pest, but she stopped talking to me today, so…”
Shaking her head so that her hair flopped around, Ruby bit into her sandwich and chewed, then said with her mouth still partly full, “Don’t worry about it. That’s just Yang.”
“Gross, close your mouth,” she couldn’t help saying, and Ruby grinned around the mouthful, which only made her laugh. “You’re such a cube. But… thanks.”
“Anytime.”
“And I will also talk to you with food in my mouth anytime!” Penny put in with an emphatic nod. The rest of them laughed. At least there was something to raise their spirits.

The situation didn’t improve for the rest of the day. Between every class, she looked for Yang and never seemed to catch her. When the final bell of the day rang, she quickly sprinted from class straight to the parking lot where the bikes were racked up.
They had the same idea. Everyone was gone. She thought she could hear them racing off into the town, but it could just as easily have been anything. Dejected, she made her way back to her locker.
“Maybe this will be healthy for you,” Pyrrha said as they gathered their things to go home.
“Oh, really? And how is it ‘healthy’ that I can’t see my… my new friend?” Even now, it was still too difficult for her to use the word “girlfriend”, even if most people wouldn’t quite understand how she meant it.
“Well… it gives you time apart, to evaluate what you mean to each other. And I know that doesn’t sound very encouraging, I know! Just… trying to help.”
As they walked, she patted her arm and sighed. “I know, Pyrrha. I know. Just drive me home so I can start moping.”
So they went home. The day remained uneventful, despite a half-second in which her father asked if she was doing her homework, and she went upstairs and slammed her bedroom door resolutely. The last thing she wanted was to be forced to spend more time in the same room with him than was strictly necessary.
The weekend came, and she had no better idea of what was going on than she had before. Yang stubbornly avoided her, and she hadn’t bothered approaching the Dragons table during lunch again. The temptation was there to storm Yang’s hideout or Shopkeeper’s, but she knew that was a little reckless. After all, if Yang was upset with her for some reason, literally walking into the Dragons’ den was a foolhardy move, indeed. And going to her house was definitely out.
Saturday evening, she could stand it no longer. Pyrrha was more than happy to drop her off in a certain area of the neighbourhood without asking too many questions. They made an agreement that she would return an hour later to retrieve her, and she would go willingly either way.
Weiss sat in the train depot for the entire time, alternately crying and angry. How could she ignore her this way? What had she done wrong? Her mind raced over the last few conversations over and over, trying to find some awful thing she had said, either on purpose or on accident. Nothing stood out to her. So why couldn’t Yang at least have the common courtesy to tell her why she was being given the cold shoulder?
So it was that a distraught and dejected Weiss rode back home in defeat. Pyrrha ran into the malt shop and brought her back a chocolate malted in a paper cup, hoping it would help. It didn’t, but she blubbered her thanks through a curtain of tears.
Sometime Monday morning, a visibly shaken Ruby found Weiss leaning against locker 134 and reported that she had tried to talk to Yang about the situation, and had been shouted at to mind her own business and leave her alone. Weiss embraced the younger girl, offering the comfort that Pyrrha had been giving to her so often these days. For that reason alone, Weiss decided that this had gone on long enough.

“Get off. Now.”
“No,” Weiss said, folding her arms as she got even more comfortable on the motorcycle seat. “Not until we have a conversation.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” Yang told her very clearly, eyes blazing as they stared her down.
“Too bad. Do you know Ruby cried on me today?”
Her jaw clenched. “So what?”
“So? She’s your sister, and she was upset. I don’t care if she was being a pest, you know it’s not right to treat her that way when she only-”
“I’ll throw you off that bike if you don’t get off on your own.”
Weiss Schnee had definitely reached her limit. “Fine. Throw me off, then. Do whatever you have to do.”
Yang grasped her around the waist, and Weiss flinched in fear. She was really going to do it. There was no sense in fighting back; everyone was out to get her lately. When Yang hesitated, eyes flicking between hers and the blacktop, she snapped, “What are you waiting for?!”
“Not worth it. A rat ain’t worth the effort.” She merely shoved Weiss aside and straddled her bike.
“Rat? What do you…” As the bike started up, she ran forward and gripped the handlebar. “I’m a rat? Why? What did I do?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I trusted you, and now…” She shook her head. “I thought you were different. But you stabbed me in the back like all the others. Dragons can only trust Dragons, I guess.”
These accusations were so unfair and so unexpected that Weiss let go, and Yang turned the bike to leave. So she blurted out, “I wouldn’t! I didn’t!”
“You did.”
“Yang! Come on, why do you hate me so much?”
“I don’t.” Her voice was harsher as she snapped, “I still like you, Schnee. But as it turns out, you’re the dangerous one. Goodbye.”
“WAIT!” But it was no use. She stumbled a few steps and went down hard on her knees as Yang drove off, feeling the bite of concrete as it tore through her skin.
Not that she cared. All she cared about was that she had been abandoned. The same as her mother had abandoned her for wine, her sister had abandoned her for school. Her father had abandoned caring about his daughter’s heart in favour of forcing her to fall in line. Even though she knew it was ungrateful, considering Pyrrha was such a good friend, in that moment she felt completely alone. All she wanted was to be held by Yang again, told she was beautiful. To be with the one woman she cared about most…
Who no longer cared about her at all.
She heard the sounds of a motorcycle revving, and her head jerked up in a vain hope. But it was only Blake, staring down at her as she got ready to take off. She lowered her head and looked away. Whatever was going on with Yang was clearly why the other girls were equally upset with her. If she couldn’t even get her own girlfriend to listen, there was no point in wasting her effort.
As it turned out, that effort was not needed. Blake snapped, “Get on.”
“Huh?”
“I said, get on, Weiss. Or are you deaf and stupid?”
That was unusually acidic from the Italian Dragon. But when she looked up at her properly, she saw Blake really was idling and waiting for Weiss to hop on the back of her motorcycle. Cautiously, she stood, ignoring the sting in her knees.
“What… why? I m-mean, what do you want from me?”
“To get. On. The. Bike.”
The tone brooked no argument. Though Weiss was through being pushed around, in that moment, losing Yang so completely had taken all her willpower away. No longer caring what happened, she climbed on behind Blake, looping her arms loosely around her trim stomach. It wasn’t the same as with Yang, because Blake was toned but not brawny, but it was physical warmth that she wished she didn’t appreciate.
“Hold on tight. If you fall off, I’m not going back for you.”
That harshness fit right in with the theme of the whole weekend, so she didn’t even comment as Blake peeled out from the parking lot.

Within minutes, they had arrived at a cozy little home on the edge of town. While it was two floors, they were both rather small floors with small rooms comprising them. The front garden was patchy, but at least it was mowed, unlike that of Raven’s abode. A relatively-fresh coat of pale blue paint covered the entirety of the edifice, and an old white-and-brown Ford rested in the driveway, behind which they were parking.
Blake put down the kickstand and waited for Weiss to hop off, which she did. She didn’t speak. All the fight was truly gone out of her as she allowed Blake to herd her inside.
“Blake?” a voice called out from the kitchen. “Is that you?”
“Yeah!” she shouted back, pocketing her keys as Weiss glanced around the living room. It was less depressing than Yang’s, but still shabby; she felt spoiled when she thought about her own luxury furniture, and Pyrrha’s parents’ living room suit was also quite expensive. “I picked up a stray!”
After a few seconds, Kali Belladonna appeared in the doorway leading to the kitchen - and Weiss felt her breath catch. The woman was practically naked. Yes, she had an apron covering her, but underneath that she was wearing naught but a bra and a pair of white shorts more suited to summer than the impending autumn weather. Below that, her olive-hued tapering legs and dainty feet were entirely unfettered. And Weiss didn’t even want to think about how much she could see above the waist!
“Oh!” she exclaimed softly, lips pulling into a slight smile as she gripped the ladle in both hands. “Well, well, if it isn’t Yang’s new pet Schnee.”
“I… I…” Why couldn’t she talk? Why couldn’t she stop looking at the woman’s body? It was maddening!
“And still a wolf in lamb’s clothing, I see.”
That tone of voice showed she was definitely pleased with the attention, and Weiss felt her cheeks getting hotter. Blake folded her arms over her chest and grunted, “Can you put on some clothes, Mom? Then maybe our guest can focus.”
“Of course,” she laughed, though she didn’t seem at all embarrassed. Weiss supposed that made sense; she was the unexpected guest in the elder woman’s home, so of course she wouldn’t be dressed for company. Even if she might at least be dressed. “Keep your friend warm for me.”
As Kali returned to the kitchen, Blake gestured for Weiss to sit on the couch, so she did as she hissed, “I don’t know why, but when your mother is dressed like that, I can’t seem to-”
“She has that effect. On everybody. It’s… kind of a drag. Nobody even looks twice at me while Mom’s in the room. But who can blame them? She really is gorgeous.”
Weiss’s heart sank. That certainly wasn’t fair, especially when Blake was quite attractive herself. “Oh… I’m sorry. That really isn’t-”
“Spare me, Weiss. You have some explaining to do.”
“Huh?”
“And listen,” she went on, amber eyes going even sharper and more threatening than they had been before. “This is your last- no, your only chance. If I don’t hear something really good in the next few minutes, I won’t be able to stop the Dragons from whooping you to a bloody pulp.”
“Excuse me?” Blake didn’t rescind her threat, so she swallowed hard. “What did I do? I’m not stupid, I can tell you’re all mad at me, but I have no idea why!”
Blake squinted at her. “You really don’t? You don’t remember telling your Papa where the parlay was going to take place?”
That sudden shift in topics startled her. “Parlay? Hey, I don’t actually know where-”
“Then how did the cops know where to find it? Huh? Why did they mention your father’s name while they were rounding up everyone there?” She laughed harshly, anger getting the better of her if the way her boot heel was jigging up and down at a frantic pace was any indication. “Or they tried, anyway. Nothing illegal was going on, so they had to turn everybody loose.”
“No, I had no idea. Yang told me you were meeting, but I don’t know anything else; I don’t even know where it was or what the parlay was about! Why would my father…”
Then she fell silent. So silent that Blake had to poke her after several seconds. “Hey, I’m still talking to you.”
“Oh no… I think…” Horrified, she looked up at Blake as a chill tiptoed up her spine. “I think he did this to teach me a lesson. But how did he figure out where it was?”
“What do you mean?”
So Weiss related the incident with her father from the week before. Though Blake visibly winced when she mentioned being slapped, she otherwise stayed silent, brooding eyes pointing down at the battered old coffee table more often than at Weiss herself. Her fingers laced and she pushed them up against her chin, taking in every word.
“So he said he was going to stop you from seeing Yang his own way,” she breathed at last.
“Yeah. But I don’t know how he did it, if he did. I mean, I didn’t even see Yang outside of school that day!”
Blake sat back and ran her fingers through the fringe of her hair. As she was contemplating, Kali re-entered, wearing a fairly normal floral-print dress for a housewife. Sensing the mood, she asked, “I take it someone will be needing my hearty chicken noodle?”
“Your dad had Yang followed,” Blake said, as if there were no interruption. Kali fell silent. “That’s the only thing that makes sense. You said your brother already noticed you hanging out with her; he’s a couple of grades below you, right?”
“Right,” Weiss breathed softly.
“Then after he saw you sneak out that one night, he probably saw you hanging out with a Dragon in school and put two and two together. Maybe Whitley followed Yang, or maybe your dad called the police right away. But somehow, they knew we were meeting at Junior’s.”
Tilting her head slightly. “Ohhh… but I thought Junior’s was a Dragons place.”
“It’s neutral territory. The Dragons tend to go there more often, but a lot of Huntsmen stop by to see the Malachite Sisters dance. Well… we all do,” she admitted with a slight smirk.
“We’ve been laying low these past few days,” Kali added as she sank down on Weiss’s other side. “Without any illicit activities to hold us on, all the police could do was grill the Dragons and Huntsmen for an hour or two and let them go.”
“Weren’t you there?” Weiss asked in a meek voice.
“I might be an older member, but I’ve never had much of a taste for, uh, inter-organizational affairs unless my presence is required. I stayed back at Shopkeep’s and tended to things there while Salem and the others went to meet with the Huntsmen.” She nodded, and Kali petted up and down her back. “Are you alright?”
“No. It’s my fault.”
Sighing, she glanced up at Blake, who definitely wasn’t changing her position; she seemed to agree with Weiss, which suited the princess just fine. “Don’t think that way. You had no idea there would-”
“No, no, it is. The others tried to tell me that… that I couldn’t handle being with Yang, a-and the life the Dragons lead, and even Pyrrha warned me that I was getting in over my head! But I w-was stubborn, and really… I thought I could just be friends with everyone! And now look at this mess, and- and Yang hates me! All because I didn’t listen!”
That was as far as she got before she broke down sobbing. Kali wrapped her arms around her and continued smoothing up and down her back, shushing her gently and rocking her. After the first few seconds, she abandoned all pretense of aloofness and clung back, pressing her face into the neck of the comforting presence. She smelled like chicken broth and flowers, and she couldn’t help thinking in the back of her mind that this was what a mother was supposed to be like. Not the shell of a woman who was probably already drunk in her drawing room.
After several minutes that might as well have been an hour, Mrs. Belladonna pushed her gently back and offered a handkerchief. The way Blake was standing over them now made her think she had been the one to fetch it, but she busied herself dabbing at her eyes and trying to stem her sobs.
“There, there,” Kali whispered with a matronly smile. “Little Weiss… you haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Hasn’t she?” Blake grumbled, but Kali’s look silenced any further scathing words.
“I thought… I thought it would be okay,” Weiss blubbered, hating her own voice. “Why was I so stupid?”
Cupping her face with her other hand, Kali took over dabbing at her cheeks and eyes. “Not stupid. Just naive. And honestly, I don’t think you had any reason to expect your father would take out his frustration with you on the Dragons. Not when you’ve spent your whole life in that gilded cage of his, never learning how the rest of the world works.”
The words felt vaguely insulting, but they were also a hundred percent true. Fresh shame flooded into her face and neck. “I’m sorry! I didn’t- I w-wanted- Yang! I want Yang!” That was even more childish.
“I’m sure. And I’m sure you want a father who supports you, and a mother who’s active in your life. We don’t always get what we want, and sometimes we don’t get what we need, either.” The kiss to her forehead was gentle, affectionate. “Like a family. That was what you were starting to think you could have with us, wasn’t it?”
“I…” The revelation startled her, even though it probably shouldn’t have. “Yes. But that’s crazy!”
“Not so crazy, Schnee,” Blake admitted, though her voice was begrudging. “That’s what I feel with them. And… I could tell you were getting there yourself, before all this. That’s why it stung so bad when I heard ‘Jacques Schnee was right’ from one of the fuzz. I thought you stabbed Yang in the back, which is the one thing I could never forgive.”
Anger began to rise alongside Weiss’s sadness. “That… that bastard! How dare he take this out on an entire group of women, just because I wouldn’t do what he wanted! It’s so… so… I don’t know!”
“Manipulative? Petty?” Kali’s guesses got Weiss nodding, so she sighed and patted her shoulder. “I agree. But I can also understand his perspective.”
“You can?” Blake demanded.
“Yes. In his mind, he’s trying to protect his daughter from the dangerous world of biker gangs. He’s making the mistake so many parents always make: deciding he knows what’s best for his children without really listening to them at all. And since we’re technically a ‘criminal element’, he probably felt absolutely no remorse about calling the police and telling them to follow the blonde on the Harley, since she presented the most clear danger to his daughter’s safety and future.”
“I can’t believe you’re defending him, Mom. I can’t believe you think what he did is… is justifiable!”
“Oh, it’s not. He struck his own child.” Her hand gripped Weiss’s shoulder tighter, and she blinked in mild surprise and pain. “That’s never justifiable. I felt guilty enough paddling your butt with a wooden spoon when you were little to get you to stop playing in the street, much less something this reprehensible.”
Blake’s eyes were rolling at the memory of the spankings, and that might have been a faint blush of embarrassment on her cheeks. But Weiss was distracted. “He said… he wouldn’t do it again. After the last time. It’s been a couple of years, so I thought… maybe he really…”
“Maybe he really meant it?” Kali pulled her in to embrace her again. “I know, sweetie. I know.”
Everyone was quiet for a moment as Weiss sighed. She was mostly all cried out, but still appreciated the closeness. Then she let out a weak little chuckle before whispering, “The way you kept flirting with me, I expected this to be… different.”
“Oh, come on,” Kali laughed warmly. “Nobody takes my flirting seriously. Besides, there’s a big difference between you needing a mother and needing to be teased. Wisdom is knowing which situation needs which action, and right now, this is what you need.”
“Thank you,” she breathed.
“But I’ll be happy to flirt with you again another time.”
Glancing up at Blake, Weiss noticed that same resigned, annoyed-yet-uncomfortable look she’d caught in her features whenever her mother came up in conversation. This time, she understood it; Blake felt awkward watching her mother make passes at the other Dragons like that. Very relatable. If she ever watched her own mother dressing in naught but shorts and an apron, commenting on boys or girls her own age, it would make her want to vomit.
“Thanks… again. I think.”
“Sweetheart.” Her hands cupped Weiss’s face. “You need a mother. And though you haven’t said it outright, I have a feeling yours is never there for you when you need her most. I’m not some kind of old letch that I’d use that to my advantage.”
“Sure you aren’t,” Blake muttered out the side of her mouth. “Anyway, what do we do about the Dragons? They’re all mad at Weiss, and it turns out they have a reason to be. Even if she didn’t do it on purpose, she got her daddy all hot under the collar, and he took it out on us.”
Kali nodded with a sigh, still petting over Weiss’s hair. “You’re right. I think you could intercede on her behalf with Yang, give her a vote of confidence, but the rest… I don’t know.”
“You say that like I actually want to.”
“Blake Adriana Belladonna!” she hissed sharply enough that it made both girls flinch.
“O-okay, okay,” Blake said, clearing her throat a moment later. “Fine. You’re right, I… you’re right. I knew Weiss wasn’t a bad apple. It just felt so…”
With a patient sigh, Kali reached out her free hand, and Blake gave up one of her own to let her squeeze it. “I know, figlia mia. You still have all these feelings of hurt and betrayal, and hearing Weiss cry and say she’s ‘sorry’ isn’t enough to make them disappear.”
“Yeah.”
“I really am sorry,” Weiss assured her immediately, stricken and desperate for someone, anyone to believe her. “I’d never hurt Yang! Or any of you, I- well, maybe Cinder…”
That made Blake snort. At least it was laughter, even if brief laughter. “Can’t say I never thought that myself. And… oh, alright, I forgive you. All you did wrong was… was not predict what your father would do, which I don’t know how you could have done, anyway.”
“But even if I did, I don’t think I would have done anything differently. I mean… what kind of person would I be if I let him tell me not to see Yang anymore?”
“Not one I would respect.” Her lips pulled into a dark little smile. “You really must have ticked him off if he hit you. Could have taken the easy way out, said you’d stop seeing her and then did it behind his back… and you didn’t, you stood up to him. Kinda stupid, but I respect your courage.”
“So do I,” Kali told her earnestly. “I was a little worried when I heard your surname. Still am, if I’m being honest. But right now, I can tell that you had the best of intentions.”
Stupid but brave. Weiss would take that any day of the week over simply being hated. “Thank you - both of you, so much. Just… what do I do next? You and all the Dragons are in the soup because of me, and I have to fix this somehow, don’t I?”
“Well… there’s really no two ways about it.” Glancing up at her daughter, who only seemed curious what she would say next, she sighed and nodded to herself. “You’re going to have to meet with Salem.”
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