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Princess and The Dragons	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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=Chapter 12
Once they had eaten their way through the pizzas, Kali offered to take Weiss home. Though Weiss said she wanted to wait around in the hopes that Yang would show up, they both agreed that she should rest and heal. Cinder fetched the pillow and some type of cream she was to use on her burn every morning and night.
They also agreed to keep a better eye out for police. Being tailed was something most of them knew to look out for, but they had been getting careless since the cops of Vale took so little interest in their activities; the Huntsmen were a much bigger concern due to their influence in the business world. Now, they could no longer afford to be so lax. Weiss could tell that losing Shopkeeper’s would be a much more crushing blow than losing Junior’s.
Which wasn’t a loss, as it turned out. Before they finished their pizzas, one of the older women drifted over to their table and informed them that she’d heard Junior himself - a man named Hei Xiong, and Weiss could practically hear her father ranting about opium all over again - had weaselled his way out of any dire consequences. He said that he treated all patrons of his bar equally, and had no vested interest in what they did on their own time. Without any direct way to accuse him of participating in illegal activities himself, he got a gruff warning and turned loose. They might not be able to parley there again anytime soon, but the establishment would survive this single raid.
“I think that’s a good idea,” Kali was saying as they pulled into Atlas Heights. “Pyrrha seems like a good friend if she’s willing to be your alibi.”
“She is,” she sighed, glancing into the backseat. Somehow, she already missed seeing Blake there, even though it was only her second trip in the Belladonna car.
“Then show me to her house and I’ll let you out there. You may want to set up more official times, though; have Pyrrha and the girls work out a usual pick-up and drop-off location. Rotating through a couple of locations may be even smarter.”
“Got it. And… well…”
“Well?” But Weiss didn’t finish her thought. As they parked in front of Pyrrha’s house, she turned to her more fully. “Something’s on your mind.”
“I’m just… really surprised at how kind you’ve been. I mean, the other girls have been fun, if a little scary, but you’re so nice to me. Not just nice, but super nice! And I feel like I don’t deserve that, since I’m so… ignorant. Yes, ignorant; I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Kali patted her shoulder and smiled. “None of us do, most days of the week, Weiss. I joined the gang because a friend did, and it felt like the right place for us. And now, my friend is gone, and I’m still here. Have to keep looking after my daughter. But… it’s not so bad. You’ll see.”
That knowledge that she had a friend who was gone - for one reason or another - made Weiss sad. This woman deserved more in her life. “What about your husband? Isn’t he concerned about your gang activities? I’m sorry, that’s probably- I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” she answered, smile turning sad. “He was at Normandy, you know. Really helped us stick it to the Fuhrer. But… well, a lot of good men died over there. Not just mine.”
Her heart sank into her shoes. “Oh no. Chee, I’m sorry.”
“Why? Did you kill him?” When Weiss blinked in and drew back in dismay, she grinned. “You’re such a cream puff, little Schnee. But I mean it; if you didn’t gun him down, then you have nothing to be sorry about. And considering you’re Blake’s age, I highly doubt you could have held a pistol when you were two years old.”
The mention of pistols made Weiss remember Raven and her brush with death. Shivering, she whispered, “I hope I never have to hold one.”
“You might. Being a Dragon now, you never know.”
“Really? But I thought… well, the other girls never have guns.” Then she shook her head, wrestling her way out of her safety belt. “Nevermind. I’ll just… take it as it comes.”
“That’s probably for the best.” Then she drew Weiss in for a warm hug, smoothing up and down her back. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. But if it helps… I think you’re handling it well. Very well.”
Weiss clung for a little longer than she should have for a parting goodbye hug. It felt too wonderful, having something like a mother again. Then she whispered, “Thank you so much.”
“For what? I haven’t done anything.”
“For this. I’m sorry! I… I’m sorry!”
Though she was worried that explaining it wouldn’t work, that she would stumble over her words and foul everything up, the explanation wasn’t necessary. Kali whispered, “No, baby. No, no. I’ve got you. Shhh.”
It felt like an hour later when Weiss drew back, sniffling and swiping at her eyes, even though it was probably only a minute or two. Kali felt so comforting. She missed that more than she could say. The older woman also looked a little misty-eyed herself, though not nearly so much.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”
“I guess.” Then she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Can’t believe I’m crying on you when you keep making eyes at me.”
“No, you keep making eyes at me,” she corrected gently with a slight smile. “Which I’m not going to hold against you, Weiss. At the risk of sounding conceited, I’m a real looker. Plus you’re just starting to realise women are attractive, so I have a feeling we’ll all be on your menu for a little while.”
Laughing nervously, she finished drying her face off and smiled up at Kali. “Maybe. I have my brain full of figuring out why I like Yang; I can’t even think about why I keep looking at your chest, or Cinder’s legs…”
“A time I remember well,” she laughed. “I only married Ghira because it was expected of me, even though I loved him. But I was always looking at women, even during our honeymoon. Can’t help it. At least now I don’t have to keep my wandering eyes to myself.”
“Even if you keep teasing poor, unsuspecting little girls like me,” she accused gently, and Kali cackled madly. “Seriously! As if you’d ever go through with it! You’re so mean!”
“You don’t think I would? Schnee, I would make you see stars if you weren’t so wrapped up in Yang.” When Weiss giggled, she put a hand on her hip. “That’s funny, is it? Not quite the reaction I expected.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just… your daughter said almost the exact same thing to me once before.”
“Really?” she murmured thoughtfully, holding her chin as she gazed out the windshield. “Hmm. Maybe she’s paying more attention to my technique than I thought. Oh well; it’s served me well enough in the past. May as well pass it on to the next generation.”
Shaking her head at how bold and unconcerned the woman was, she gathered up her things to get ready to leave. “Maybe you two should have a talk about that. So you don’t both try the same lines on the same unsuspecting teenagers. I mean, you can’t both make me see stars at the same time.”
Kali’s smile turned wolfish in a way she hadn’t seen in the woman’s kind features before. “Can’t we? I would think the prospect of a Belladonna sandwich would make you ecstatic.”
“A what?”
“Never mind,” she laughed, leaning over to kiss Weiss’s forehead. And despite their previous topic of conversation, it was a motherly kiss, sweet and reassuring. “Sweet, innocent babe in the woods. Go home, rest and heal. I’ll see you soon. And… I hope you can talk to Yang before too long passes. She’s a lot more like her mother than she wants to admit; stubborn and hard to reason with when her mind is made up.”
That was an interesting notion. Kali knew Raven. Was it just from Yang being in the Dragons, or was there another reason? She’d never seen Raven at Shopkeeper’s, so it must have been from before she left the Dragons. The idea that Raven might have been the one to get Kali to join was too likely to ignore entirely.
“Go on,” Kali encouraged again. “Unless you want me to take you to the drive-in?”
“Golly, no,” she laughed nervously. “But… well, maybe…”
The way she drew out her “Hmmm?” was definitely laced with implications.
“I could come over for dinner sometime.” She blushed, and felt ridiculous. Especially because she wasn’t trying to flirt with the woman; she just honestly missed having a family.
And that was exactly how Kali took it, smiling warmly. “Of course. And I promise to have clothes on next time. Can’t have you so distracted you spill my prize-winning cannoli everywhere.”
This wasn’t fair; Kali was still flirting-without-flirting, and Weiss felt like she was losing some kind of competition. Before she could chicken out, she opened the door to leave, then quickly blurted out, “I don’t mind one way or another. Bye!” before slamming the door. Even through the window, she could hear Kali laughing, so she glanced back and waved before skipping up Pyrrha’s front steps.

Her friend was definitely concerned the moment she saw the pillow and the tube of medical cream. The explanation only made her concern amplify.
“You joined them?!”
“Shhhh!” Weiss warned her as she hitched her underwear back into place. Pyrrha was still blushing from being mooned in the first place, but she was at least less weird about it that she had been initially. “Do you think I want anyone in this neighborhood to know about it?!”
Dipping her head, she whispered, “I'm sorry! But… well, I don't understand why you needed to go that far. Did they say you couldn't date Yang anymore unless you did?”
“Not exactly…”
And from there, she launched into a greater detailing of what happened at Junior's, why the Dragons were upset, and her ordeal in the back room with Salem. Pyrrha listened patiently, despite the many and varied looks of alarm on her face.
“I can’t believe you let her do that to you,” she finally breathed in sheer shock as they sat on her bed. Weiss was sitting on the special pillow, but it didn’t help much; shifting the area around was enough to cause fresh ripples of pain. “It's like getting a tattoo, a-and nice girls don't get tattoos!”
“Hey, I'm still nice! Well… sometimes I can be a little cranky…”
Pyrrha laughed a little. “That wasn't what I meant. But… oh, I guess you're right. No one is going to see you down there except Yang and your doctor.”
The idea of Yang seeing her down there was quite imposing, but Weiss tried not to think about that too much. Instead, she reached out to grasp Pyrrha’s hand. “Thanks for being my rock. I'm just sorry that I have to ask more of you than I already have.”
“Yes,” she sighed with a forlorn expression. “I don't mind the extra leg work at all, of course. I'm just worried about your parents finding out. I don't want them to be angry at either of us for running around behind their backs.”
Weiss's eyes went flat and hard. “I don't care. Kali Belladonna has been more of a mother to me than my own mother, and as for my father… he's just…”
“I know. After what I heard from downstairs, I don't blame you for losing respect for him. Just don't forget that you're still living in his home. Plus, he can send the police after your new friends.”
“So what? I'm just supposed to roll over and do whatever he says?”
“No, no! I didn't mean that at all! Only… be careful. Don't forget how much power he has. I don't want to see you getting hurt again.”
Letting out a gust of frustrated air, Weiss smiled at her old friend. “Sorry. All this really has me on edge, and I shouldn't assume the worst of you, of all people.”
“That would be nice,” she chuckled. “Now, we had probably better actually do your homework now or else everyone will wonder what the heck you’ve been doing at my house for several hours.”

It only took them about half an hour to polish off the homework, working as studiously as they did. Weiss was no stranger to having to cram in her studies around other activities. Then she went home for a lonely supper with just her father and younger brother, both of whom spent the entire time glancing at her as if she were about to explode and talking as if she weren't there. Alas, her mother was already too deep into her coping mechanism to join them.
“Father, I have a question,” she said in her most polite voice. Sitting at the table was already quite uncomfortable with the wound on her hindquarters, but she forced herself to endure, and ignore the pain as best she could.
“Yes?” His tone was already put-upon.
“There is a girl in my class whose parents are thinking about returning to Australia. No one seems to have jobs right now. The father simply hasn't been able to find work after the factory closed down and they laid him off.”
He nodded solemnly. “Ah. That was regrettable, but progress marches onward.”
“Right. Well, I just wanted to ask on their behalf if there are any openings at the company.”
“Afraid not, Weiss. We've had to tighten our belts of late.”
“Okay.” Trying to feign indifference instead of being angry with him, she added, “If something opens up, will you let me know? I'd hate for them to have to leave the greatest country in the world over something like this.”
It worked like a charm. Appealing to the man's sense of patriotism almost always did the trick. Smiling with fierce pride, he said, “Of course. I'll keep an ear out. What's the man's name?”
“Scarlatina.”
“Hmm, yes. Thank you.” He went back to sawing at the roast duck. “The cook has done a wonderful job today.”
“Hmm, yes,” Whitley said in a pale imitation of their father. Weiss had to fight down a look of disgust. Why did he have to be such a kiss-up?
After dinner, they were on their way up to their rooms. Weiss wished she wasn’t keeping pace with her brother, but there was really no easy way for her to lag behind or speed up. So she decided to use the opportunity to her advantage.
“Brother, dear,” she began in a falsely sweet tone. “I’d like to thank you for watching out for me.”
“Hmm? Oh, why yes, of course,” he said in his normal oily tones.
“Though you were mistaken about the quality of Yang’s character,” she added, stubborn to the last. “But of course, I understand how looking at the situation from the outside, you would assume I was falling in with ‘the wrong crowd’. And I appreciate your concern. I’ll have to keep my distance from those ruffians.”
His eyes were full of mirth that he didn’t give voice to. “Please do. I’d rather not have to protect my sister, given that she is older than I and should be able to take care of herself. But Father would never forgive me if I let you get swept along into a life of crime.”
“It was my hope that our friendship would have the opposite effect; that I would show another student who was less fortunate than myself a better way.”
Whitley’s laughter was biting and unpleasant, as usual. “Oh, you’re wasting your time. Thugs like those never change. And I would hate to think of my sister wasting such time when it could be better spent in improving herself. Keeping your grades up, training your voice, et cetera.”
Did he actually say “et cetera” out loud, as if that was normal? Rolling her eyes, she managed to keep from sniping at him and instead said, “All wise concerns. Anyway, I must retire to my room and finish my studies.”
“Goodnight, dear sister,” he said casually as he moved toward his own chambers.
Once safely away from her brother and behind closed doors, Weiss Schnee did something she had never done before: made a rude gesture toward the general direction of his room. How on earth could he have taken such liberties, heard what she had told him, and still thought he knew what was best? The same way their father did. Sometimes the apple really didn’t fall far from the tree.

For the second time in her life, Weiss was awoken by the sound of a pebble ricocheting off the glass of her window. When she slid the window up, she wasn’t all that surprised to see Yang down there, waving to get her attention. For a moment, her heart leapt in her chest, happy to see that at least the blonde brute was willing to speak to her again.
Then she remembered the reason she hadn’t been in the first place. “No!” she mouthed, waving her hands from side to side. “Go away!”
“What? Come on!” Yang mouthed back.
“I can’t!” She pointed to the other windows beside them.
“What?”
Weiss let out a grunt of frustration. Then she held up a finger to tell Yang to wait before she turned to her desk, an idea taking shape in her mind. Scribbling a hasty note, she read over it quickly:
‘Can’t talk here. Not safe. Tomorrow, janitor’s closet by Mrs. Goodwitch’s class, second break. Burn this note!’
Then she crumpled it up and threw it out the window as hard as she could. Though she was fairly athletic, she had never tried her hand at any sport like softball, so it fell far short, but Yang was able to jog forward quietly and pick it up. Weiss watched as she read through it quickly, then her face screwed up in concern.
She did seem to get the message, but Yang had another takeaway. She pointed up at the house, then to herself. Then she flexed one of her sizable biceps and patted it with her free hand, showing off her muscle. It only took one step toward the house for her to realise what was about to happen.
“What?” Weiss breathed, then waved her hands even more frantically. “NO! Don’t come up here!”
Yang nodded, looking sullen and worried. She reread the note, nodded to herself, and paced away into the night. Once she was close to the corner, she saw the little flicker of a cigarette lighter sparking to life, taking care of the only evidence.
As she slumped into her bed with a “whew!”, she worried things were only going to keep getting worse.

The janitor’s closet was cold and dark. For a minute, Weiss worried that she wouldn’t get any response. Yang didn’t owe her anything, not really; she only hoped they could talk things out. Weiss wished she had been given more credit than she had before being shut out of her life, but she could also understand Yang’s position. After a lifetime of being let down by literally everyone dear to her, every girlfriend and family member, it would be hard for her to trust so fully. Especially not someone she had barely known for a couple of weeks.
Then the door clicked open and Yang whispered, “Weiss?” and all her neurotic worrying flew away.
“Hurry!” she hissed back. Yang edged into the room and shut the door behind her. “You made it! I didn’t know if you would come.”
“Yeah,” she sighed, settling in beside her. “What is all this stuff - what am I sitting on?”
“A mop bucket, I think.”
“Oh. Anyway… I, uh… so Cinder told me what you did. I think you’re crazy.”
Her stomach sank. “It’s what Mrs. Belladonna recommended. Neither of us thought I was going to be initiated!”
“Guess you wouldn’t expect that,” she laughed, though her voice remained largely subdued. “Um, and they told me the rest, too. I’m sorry, Weiss.”
“You’re sorry? Why?”
Even in the near-darkness, she could see Yang was fidgeting. “For not… listening. For not waiting for you to talk to me. I mean, maybe you still should have thought about what your dad might do if you made him that mad, but I was stupid to think you’d ever try to hurt me on purpose. You’re not that kinda girl! But I was so upset, I felt so betrayed, and they kept saying that you’re a Schnee and I shoulda expected this, and you… ugh, I feel like a real butthead. Can you forgive me?”
Weiss wrapped both arms tightly around Yang’s back, pushing her face into her neck. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I am who I am, and my father is who he is, and my little monster of a brother is who he is!”
“Hey, hey,” she breathed into her hair. “Alright, that’s not your fault. This is still my fault for… for letting my temper get the best of me. I know now you wouldn’t do that; I guess I knew it before, but just… yeah. I don’t want to keep apologizing and you keep apologizing.”
“Right. We don’t have much time.” Taking a deep breath, she said, “I’m going to have Pyrrha drop me off at your secret spot after school. We can have a couple of hours together, and then she’ll pick me up again, and then… we can plan when we can see each other again. It’s not ideal, but-”
“No, I understand. We gotta keep a lower profile now that your dad’s onto us. Is…” After a half-second, she whispered, “You really let Salem brand you? Just to convince them you were serious?”
“Yeah. I mean, I was really scared.”
Yang burst out, “No kidding! I can’t believe you walked right in there! She still scares the piss outta me, and you never met her before! And now… you’re one of us.”
“Yeah,” she breathed again, even quieter. “I’m a Dragon.”
“Weiss the Dragon. It’s just… weird.”
“Isn’t it, though? I can’t believe it! Even with this scar on my posterior, it still seems like a dream!”
Leaning in close to her ear, the brute rumbled, “Maybe tonight, I can, uh… get a look at the damage, eh?”
“Stop,” she hissed, even though she was sure her smile was evident in her voice. “But… maybe.”
“What, really?” When Weiss didn’t answer, Yang drew back just a little. “Really? Man… what happened to you these past few days?”
As she stood and reached for the doorknob, Weiss said in a sing-song, “I became a Dragon, Yang. Try to keep up.” Then she slipped out and into the halls.
Once she got to class, Pyrrha leaned over to whisper, “So, how did it go?”
“We’re on for tonight,” she whispered with a wide smile. “As long as you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. Good luck!”
As they both bent to begin scribbling down the teacher’s notes, the smile remained. For the first time in almost a week, she felt like things were finally looking up.
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