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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: RWBY is not mine and I make no money from this fic
Chapter List
- 15
- 16
- 17
WARNING: Transphobia. Also random original song lyrics copyrighted to NaughtyButWeiss (haha)

=Chapter 16
For a moment, Yang was in complete silence. There was a stray word in the last sentence Weiss had spoken that was a little less than common – one that took all rational thoughts out of Yang's head, and all the breath from her lungs. Love. And it wasn't just anyone saying this, it was Weiss. A pop star who could have anyone in the world. Did she hear that correctly?
"…Huh?"
"What 'huh'?" Weiss asked immediately and without any real care. "You'd rather I let you think you didn’t satisfy me? I'm not that rude!"
"No no, I mean…" She swallowed, shuffling backward at last to sit upright instead, taking a seat opposite her. "I mean… you said because you…"
"Because I… what, what is it? I'm not supposed to care about your feelings? Wait…" Her brain worked to review what she had said. Then her eyes widened, and she pushed up to her elbow to gaze at Yang's face, seeing that she was in shock. "What did I say? Seriously, what?"
"You… love me?"
She did. A cold sweat broke out over Weiss's forehead as she finally remembered having used that word, out of nowhere, without ever having discussed their feelings before. "Oh."
Did she love Yang? That was certainly how it would seem. The woman was as dear to her as anyone had ever been in her entire life. But of course, using that word came with specific connotations – relationship status connotations. Ones that might changes things a lot, for all she knew, since she’d never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before. What should she do?
Meanwhile, Yang had encountered that word many times before. But each time, it lead to hurt. The first time, it was with Blake. It was mutually spoken after a few months, and both were over the moon. But of course, cementing that bond made their parting even worse, and made them feel awful for even more months after their breakup. The next, it was to Scarlet. She and him didn't last very long, but Yang had been the first one to say it. And afterwards, things became so much more difficult. He took advantage of that power, made it into a weakness for her, knowing that Yang felt awful if she were to tell him no about anything.
As she stared blankly at Weiss, she didn't know what to do. It was too soon to go through hurt again, and yet she felt more for Weiss than she had for anyone else in a long time. There was only one course of action she could seize upon that wouldn’t be a complete farce.
"Wow, I can’t believe this is my life. But… I can't say it back, Weiss. Not yet. It's not that I don't feel for you in that way, just… I’m not ready for-"
"What? Oh! I m-mean, of course! This- it came out of nowhere, I wasn't…" But then the hurt began to set in. True, neither of them had been expecting to discuss this at this random time. Even so…
Yang didn't love her? No, that wasn't quite true – or not confirmed. She couldn't say she loved her. The reason behind that could be any number of things, right? Maybe she had a policy against using that word for a relationship until it had survived a certain amount of time. Or maybe she didn't do "love and marriage"; she just enjoyed people's company and didn't want any strings. They had never discussed that. Any of it.
"It's okay," she finally said in a much smaller voice as she sat up at last. And for the first time in weeks, she felt like being naked in front of Yang really was leaving her entirely exposed. Her arms crossed in front of her chest and her thighs pressed together. "You don't have to say anything you're not ready for."
Noticing Weiss's sudden movements to shield her body made Yang's heart sink. She didn't know what to say. Confessing love now would sound forced, but leaving it at nothing would be worse. It would make it look like she was using Weiss to get her rocks off and nothing more. But that certainly was not the case! She loved everything about Weiss. Her company, her smile, her incredible talent… even if it took a while to get to this point, she truly did love each and every part of Weiss. But whether or not it was love, she was unsure – or at least, unsure if she was ready to admit it to herself.
She eventually placed a hand on Weiss's cheek, trying to coax her into looking back at her again. "Please, don't think that this doesn't mean you're not special to me. Because you are. Like, holy shit are you! I just don't know if I'm ready to say the L word yet… and this is gonna sound cliché and stupid, but it's really not you, it's me."
"You're right; that does sound cliché." After a few more seconds, her breathing began to get faster. And the look came across Weiss's face that had not been used in Yang's direction since the very beginning of their association. She was angry.
"I mean, what is it that I'm not providing you with? Can't be sex. Can't be affection, or taking care of you, or acceptance of who you are. I thought we were going in the same direction, but here you are, telling me I went too far."
"Not ‘too far’; I never said you did anything wrong!" She drew her hand back as if she had been burnt, her own expression turning to one that Weiss had seen on that first evening before she fled to the bathroom. Fear. Weiss really did think Yang was using her, or worse. Taking a deep breath in, she looked away to try and collect her thoughts.
"I don't want to say it too soon. Not because I don't feel the same way, but because I don't want to jump the gun, and… and end up hurting you later." Then for a moment, she folded her own arms over her chest as well, hunching her shoulders. "Last time I told someone I loved them, that's all that happened. They used me, made me feel worthless. But they knew I'd stay, because I told them I would. And I don't want to be that person. I don't want to say it until I'm absolutely sure I'm the best person I can be for you, until I'm sure that I won’t hurt you like I hurt Blake… or like he hurt me."
"And you aren't sure now?! We haven't been… I don't know, perfect for each other this whole time?" The diva's voice only got sharper and sharper. "I can’t honestly believe you would treat me that way, Yang! Why should I, when you've been nothing but sweet to me since we met? Even when we were fighting, I was the jerk, and you just… stood up to me, that's all! So why should you suddenly turn into a horrible person now?"
She saw the pain and fear in Yang's face. The uncertainty. It only made her angrier, but she also had a feeling – even though it was buried under the anger – that Yang wasn't trying to hurt her on purpose. Since she couldn't easily dismiss that fury without a second thought, or process any other emotions at the same time, she did the next best thing.
"Weiss..."
Bending down, she scooped up Yang's shorts and shoved them in her direction. "Please go. I need to get changed."
Staring at them for a moment, she was beginning to fear the worst. Was this really it? Were Yang's own insecurities in herself really to be the end of what her and Weiss had built up together? Arguing against it would only make it worse, so in the end, she looked down glumly, taking the shorts and getting up from the sofa to shove them back on. And once they were on, she headed straight for the door without another word.
As Weiss sat at her vanity, trying to take off her makeup, the salty tear tracks made it a lot easier. Somehow, that wasn't much comfort.

Little else was said between them on the bike journey home, no final "good night" before they both went to sleep. No spooning one another until tiredness got the better of them. Even if they were together, Yang had never felt so distant with her lover then she had in these few hours. There was nothing she could say, nothing she could do. She felt like anything would just make it worse.
As luck would have it, Penny's parents were both out that day, and had informed them that the home gym set up in the garage was free for them to use. The depressed bodyguard took the opportunity as soon as she could. Currently locked into battle with a punching bag, she tapped back and forth as she let out a few quick jabs with her hands.
Little did she expect she was about to gain an audience. The door was already open, but Weiss knocked on the jamb anyway. When Yang looked up, she ducked her head as if she had shouted at her already.
"Um… do you have a minute?"
Still feeling rather guilty from their night before, Yang immediately hunched her shoulders. But she nodded, stepping to one side to take off the gloves she wore for her training.
"Um…" Clearly, the bodyguard didn't want to speak to her any more than she had the night before. "I'll… just leave this here."
Her hands dragged the large package that Weiss had kept in her room out from behind the door, thumping it down the single step from the main house into the garage. Then she fidgeted with the waistband of her black yoga pants for a moment, nodded to herself, then turned to leave.
"Wait," she called out before she could run off. Staring at the package for a while, she tilted her head, not approaching just get. "What's this? I thought it was something for your show…"
"Just… something I got you." Her cheeks were flushed as she turned halfway around, displaying her profile for Yang. "It wasn't supposed to be an apology gift back when I bought it, but…"
"Weiss, just…" Already she was sighing in defeat, running one of her hands through her hair again. After a moments silence, she looked back up at her. "Just get in here. Please?"
Leaving the door open for an easy escape, Weiss walked into the room. She was still gazing down at the floor when she blurted out, "I'm sorry for overreacting. You were just trying to be honest about your feelings, and telling me that you had been hurt in the past, and I… made everything about me. As usual."
Yang paced idly for a moment, continuing to run her hand through her hair. The package had more or less been forgotten about, even if it was the reason she'd came into the room in the first place. "It's… my bad, too. By now, I should know how I feel, have it figured out… but I just don't yet. Pretty dumb."
"No, it isn’t." Weiss took a deep breath, let it out shakily. "I won't lie to you and say that makes me feel good, but I think I get it. Maybe I was too hasty with my feelings; you're my first serious relationship, ever! How should I know if this is… what I said it was on accident?!"
"I know, I shouldn't have… shouldn't have focused too much on one word, that was fucked up of me." Finally looking back over to her again, she took a deep breath in. "I'm sorry if I made you feel like I don't care about you. That’s never gonna be how it is."
Nodding again, Weiss simply accepted that for what it was without comment. Then she nudged the package. "I hope you like this. Maybe it's not what you would want, though – and if it isn't, I still have the receipt. Somewhere." Out the side of her mouth, she muttered, "Though now I never wanna go back there again..."
"I'm curious as fuck! This has been in the room so long I wanna see." Finally taking it into her hands, she began to tear away at the paper packaging, slowly revealing what was inside. At first, all she saw was the yellow dragon design, something that in her thoughts made her roll her eyes and think 'Of course, the Chinese thing' but then as more and more of it was revealed, she started to realise the shape.
Or moreover, she remembered what the shape meant. "This is a guitar case."
"Y-yeah," the nervous diva said, squirming more than Yang had ever seen her do, or at least as much as when they first realised they had feelings for each other. But she did walk a bit closer. "Not just a case, though."
When Weiss mentioned that, she only just seemed to realise the weight meant something was inside. "No fucking way…"
Straight after, she rested it on the ground, unclasping it fully and opening the case up. Sure enough, there was a brand new guitar. Gold, with black scorching on the edges, yellow coloured strings, and a selection of picks in one of the clear pockets of the casing. She wasn't dreaming, this was real.
"Oh my god," She muttered to herself, gradually picking it up to better inspect it, looking at it from all angles. "You… how did you do this? When did you do this?"
"The day- oh, a few days ago." The last thing Weiss wanted to do was bring up the stalker now, especially with such a positive event as giving Yang her gift. Finally, she allowed herself to look up anxiously. "Do… you like it? Again, as I stated before, w-we can take it back and exchange it if you don't!"
"Like it? Weiss, I can't… Can't even begin to…" Holding a guitar in her hands was an odd feeling for Yang. And not just any guitar: hers. This wasn't like the guitar at the diner where she was only allowed to play once, this was completely her own now. Weiss had brought a hobby back to her that she thought out of reach because of her monetary woes of the past. That was invaluable.
The tear welling up in one of her eyes was enough of a hint for how she felt, as she looked back up again, saying quietly, "I love it. I can’t even… it’s so perfect."
Pursing her lips to avoid drawing attention to a particular word in that last sentence, Weiss put her hands on her hips as she paced closer. "Well? Try it out! We have to see if something's wrong with it or not, or we’ll be too far away and I'll have to figure out how to return it online, and that would be such a pain…"
"Alright alright, Miss Bossy." She rolled her eyes, pulling up a nearby stool to sit down on so she could rest the guitar on her lap. Taking the yellow pick, she strummed straight across all the strings. Already, it was far better quality than the diner's instrument. "Sounds good so far…"
Just as before, she played an alternate song first, quietly, to test the tuning of the strings. One really short version of 'Wonderwall' later, she looked back up at Weiss again with a smile. "So it's in tune, looks good, feels good… Any requests?"
"Well, Mr. Gallagher…" Weiss made a good show of pretending to think this question over. Then she smiled widely – more widely than the situation would seem to warrant. "How about… that little ditty you played in the diner? I want to hear it again."
"My song? It's really not that good… but, if you insist." She wasn't about to argue against it. Setting up on the stood, she adjusted her position to one far more comfortable, tapping her foot lightly in the slow rhythm of it. "One, two, three, four."
Then came the slow melody again. In contrast to the diner, this was relatively early in the morning. Too soon for slow, sleepy songs like Yang's. But it was what Weiss had requested, so play she did.
And on this brand new guitar, there was a quality that was completely absent in the diner. It sounded much better, so much more Yang. Now that she could hear it with a more critical ear, she could spot a few sections that could be improved by an engineer’s expertise – or a more practiced guitarist, for that matter. But the heart of the melody was sweet and earnest, and had a realness that a lot of radio listeners would latch onto very easily. For almost a minute, Weiss began to sway back and forth, eyes closing as she let it wash over her. Apparently, she really had been hoping to hear that song again, and was captivated by it now that she had this second opportunity to enjoy.
Then, out of nowhere, her lips parted and she began to sing in a muted voice, as if she weren’t even aware of it herself:
“Oh, changes come for you…”
It nearly made Yang stop playing completely, but she kept going, with only one minor wrong note. Looking up from her guitar, she stared right out toward Weiss. She was singing. But not singing one of her songs, or any song she had heard of before. She was adding the missing thing to Yang's song: lyrics.
Unnoticed by both of them, a small mop of brown-and-red hair was poking itself out from behind the door. Her silver eyes were wide and shining with glee, but she kept herself completely silent.
When the last strains of guitar ended and Weiss had only sung a scattered lyric or two, most of them mismatched and random, she opened her eyes and caught Yang staring. That was when she blushed and looked down. "Sorry."
"No!" For a moment she stopped playing, placing a hand on her cheek to get her looking up toward her again. "No, please, keep going! Like, I mean… if you have any more…" The blush on her own face was only growing. "You wrote those lyrics just for my song? For me?"
"N-not really," Weiss said, so self-consciously that it was almost like talking to a completely different girl. "After hearing you play that, I couldn't get it out of my head. So… so I’ve been kind of kicking around a line or two. Nothing concrete yet, but I do have…"
As she reached into her pocket, the little snoop on the other side of the doorway was whipping out her phone to add an entry to her blog: ‘You guys would NEVER believe what I'm experiencing right now!!!!!!!’ Complete with an overabundance of exclamation points.
"I can't believe you wrote lyrics for it." Yang couldn't help but grin giddily. It wasn't just the fact it was a lover who was doing this, it was that it was Weiss. She had so much on her plate already, with practicing her own lyrics and touring, not to mention random attackers and relationship drama. For all that, and doing this in addition, it only further cemented that she was one of the world’s most incredible women.
But once Weiss got the scrap of paper out, she looked toward it, and then away. "In fact… you know what? Surprise me. We'll just ‘take two’, okay?"
"Oh! Yeah, of course we can. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you; they’re still kind of dumb." She cleared her throat a few times, then hummed deep in it – obviously warm-up exercises. As she did so, Yang put her fingers back to the strings, their spy gasped very quietly – and raised her phone so the back of it was pointing directly at both of them.
"Aaaand one, two, three, four-"
Yang's head was ducked low as she focused on her work with the strings, beginning the soft melody once more. Unlike last time, she continued to tap her foot to the same beat, using it as her way to keep to the right tempo.
Both of them continued to be blissfully unaware of their spy, Yang focused only on playing the song perfectly so Weiss could get singing to it. Neither noticing the very slight glint of a camera lens.
Which she did, after a couple of measures of the music on its own. Her mouth opened, and she lent it all the usual professionalism of her studio recordings, pitching her voice to be about the same volume as the guitar. To weave it into the music rather than overpower.
“When you’re, with me, every sky is grey
Because, you stole, the sun out of the day
And I got, your heart, hidden in my hands
Glowing, beating, because I understand
But it burns to hold you
Cause I can’t mold you, fold you
Like a paper airplane to take me away
Changes come
For you and me, and we
Changes come
And some will set you free
And some will drag you down
Changes come for you
Oh, changes come for you…”
All the while, Yang was smiling contently, never missing a beat, continuing to play the whole song flawlessly. As Weiss had observed, she knew the melody could use a little work, but it was solid enough to make Weiss’s vocals soar.
The more she played, the closer she listened to Weiss's lyrics. This was a lot different from Weiss's other songs, which were upbeat, joyous, about boys or love. But this was different; some of that was there, but that wasn’t the entire subject. This was about one's self, accepting yourself for who you were. It was the start of something new.
As her last lyric faded and she listened to Yang play a few final chords, Weiss looked up from her hastily-scrawled page of lyrics and simply gazed at the woman, eyes brimming with affection. She was so focused on her fretwork, at making sure she didn't miss a note… and the diva fell for her all over again. All she wanted was to throw the guitar out of her hands and pounce on her, but she suppressed that urge.
This was too sacred to interrupt.
Finally finishing up the song by playing a quick little arpeggio for fun, Yang looked up to the diva again, grinning giddily. It was as though their entire argument from the night before was forgotten, and they were straight back to where they were. Pulling the guitar strap over her head to put it down, she prepared to sit up and give her one of the biggest bear hugs of their lives.
But they never got quite that far. Outside, unknown to either of them, and currently to the spy, was the ginger haired girl. Innocently roaming the halls, she suddenly caught sight of the one who was spying into a partially opened door, and quickly approached her and tapped her back.
"What'cha doin?"
"EEEEEP!"
After such a screech, Ruby hastily thumbed her screen and whirled to hiss, "Penny! D-don't do that, wow, my heart is beating a million miles an hour!"
"Wh-what are you doing?!" a wide-eyed Weiss demanded, hastily stuffing the page into her pocket again. "How long have you two been standing there?!"
"I-I… Um…" Suddenly freezing up, Penny looked down to Ruby again. Obviously she was trying to avoid getting caught, which seemed to have failed thanks to her. The least she could do was grin innocently an d try to play along. "J-just now! We just heard you giggling and we… we were curious!" A little hiccup punctuated the end of her sentence.
"R-right!" Ruby said with a nervous laugh. She probably would have come clean and begged for forgiveness, but Penny had already concocted this excuse, so she went along with it. "But um, I could hear the music, and just… got curious! Sorry!"
"Oh," Weiss replied, her cheeks rosy. "Um…"
She glanced at Yang, as if inquiring how they should handle this situation, but her own cheeks were turning just as red. This apparently meant that Penny knew the two were together, even though Ruby was the only one that knew for sure.
"Hey wait… If Ruby just got there, why was she squealing?"
"Um…" Penny first hummed, looking between both Ruby and Weiss. But before she even responded with a proper answer, she quickly tugged at Ruby's hood, pulling her back away from the door with her, choosing to leave that question unanswered rather than make it worse.
"BUT…" Sighing, Weiss slumped in defeat. Seemed the two younger girls were going to continue being cryptic for the time being – and they were alone for the moment, which was somewhat of a relief. "What has gotten into them?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Yang simply pulled Weiss in for the overdue hug, gently rubbing her arms as she settled into her lap, even nuzzling her head against her slightly.
"That song…" she began, speaking rather quietly and earnestly. "What was it about? I mean, I think I know, but I want to hear from the source."
It took Weiss a few seconds to work up the courage to tell her. "You. And me, and things about us. The 'I can't mould you' part was you having to be who you are, and… I mean, when I wrote it, I was just thinking about you being trans, but I also can't force you to change your feelings for me just because I'm upset. So… so yeah." She fell silent without having truly finished her thoughts.
"It's… incredible. Thank you." She smiled yet again, hugging her closely again and pressing a kiss on her cheek. Things really seemed to be back to normal now, even if they still had a thing or two to sort out.
"My pleasure," she breathed with a soft smile. "Really… I'm so happy you don't hate it; there's a lot of work left to do, some of the lyrics are kind of weak… and there's no second verse or anything! Plus you could use a producer to tweak the melody and arrangements, just a little. But that’s only window dressing."
"Cool. Um… I think – if you're comfortable with it, of course – that you should make the second verse about you." When Weiss looked confused, she continued, "You've had so much to deal with, pressure from your dad… like this cage you gotta break free from. You should make it about that, about how you were strong enough to fight for what you want."
"But I'm not," she snorted, without any real pain or conviction. Merely acceptance. "Do you see me really standing up to my father or anything? No. I just keep doing what I'm supposed to do."
"Are you kidding me? Just look at the steps you've taken this past month. You found out who I was, but you didn't do what your father would have wanted you to do, you didn't just mock me or make me a laughing stock. You accepted me! You educated yourself and made your own choice."
“That’s what any decent-”
"And then you let yourself hook up with me. Even if he doesn't know, so what? You know how huge of a step that is? You're deciding for yourself what to do with your life, you're not letting his old school way of thinking tell you how to live. You're being brave enough to be you. And if that's not gutsy, then I don't know what is."
Weiss took all that in, mulled it over. Yang had some good points; even though she personally was underwhelmed by the steps she had taken, it was true that she could have been more of a coward and fired Yang because she was uncomfortable with their sexual tension – or with her gender situation, once that came to light. Instead, she confronted it, chose to let Yang show her who she was instead of deciding it beforehand… and was rewarded with an incredible relationships with one of the most inspiring people she’d ever had the privilege of meeting.
"Yang…" She was misting up, but she buried her face in the blonde's shoulder to hide that. "Thank you. For… helping me open my eyes to see things the right way."
"Well, right now they're closed against my shoulder…" Making some snarky comment like that was far too easy, but nonetheless, Weiss's gratitude was felt, shown when she simply rubbed her girlfriend's arm again, keeping her close to her body.
As they relaxed in one another's arms longer and longer, Yang began to question her feelings all over again. Weiss was special, that was undeniable. Much like the song they had almost accidentally collaborated on together, Weiss did something very important for Yang. She completed her. It didn't matter how much she denied it, or refused to say it; it was a fact.
Sooner or later, she would have to accept that fact, and tell Weiss that she loved her. And it really ought to be sooner.

However, someone else was doing a lot worse at accepting facts. She was currently hunched over a computer, typing search strings into databases she had no business accessing; one of her private investigator friends had loaned her all of the necessary credentials to use them.
"Let's see, Xiao Long," Winter Schnee was muttering under her breath, bumping her cardboard cup of coffee as she navigated the pages with her mouse. "What's really in your past? What are you so determined to hide from my family? I swear, if you're just some annoying undercover paparazzo…"
Xiao Long seemed to yield many distinct results in the business database. A few Chinese take-out places, one mechanical firm and a hairdresser of all things but nothing incriminating. Adding 'Yang' to it once again and searching said database did nothing at all either, just showed a few women with the same name, one being Yang herself. Just as last time, it was a brick wall as soon as she went back two years. Criminal records and everything were clean as a whistle.
So what about the other name? "Ying". What was the point of changing one letter if it wasn't to disguise anything against the law? Thankfully, Ying Xiao Long wasn't a very popular name, and only yielded a handful of results over the US. The first, age 56; an obvious cold lead. The second, recently deceased; again, a no go.
Five results in, and there seemed to be an odd trend. All were male. The sixth result in, anyone else would have given up, but for the persistent elder Schnee sister, her snooping paid off. This one seemed to have a lead.
Age, 21; college and education, both in Nashville. Job History, Junior’s Bar. That matched one of Yang's references Mr Schnee had checked upon hiring her. This had to be the one. So why the sudden cut off? What did they have to do with each other?
"Nothing past age 21," she muttered, sitting back to think for a moment. "I don't… and the listing is male. Maybe she stole his identity from Junior’s?" Again, she tried to utilize the criminal records; there was nothing for that selfsame Ying except a single speeding ticket, paid in full with no court appearance or anything. Neither of them had a sordid past, which was unsatisfying.
What was it her detective friend had told her again? "If you can't find it in the official records, look in the trash." Of course. Where did everyone put all the information of their locations and birth dates and daily lives willingly? Social Media. Facebook.
Firstly, she tried "Yang Xiao Long" before anything. It never hurt to do things twice. And the main profile that came up did seem to be her own, with the profile picture being a rather self-confident shot of her blowing a kiss toward the camera. It was almost as though she was subconsciously mocking Winter with the lack of progress. Again, like anything else with this name, the cut-off date was two years ago, and most of the information was set to private anyway. Even the profile was only two years old.
Now for "Ying Xiao Long."
That brought up a profile which was far older, but featured only a yellow, custom body motorcycle as the profile picture. The only advantage of this one was that everything was public. Presumably, this account was made before the privacy settings were introduced. The latest status, posted five days before the creation date of the Yang profile, was particularly sketchy however.
"It's times like these when you find out who your true friends really are. I hate having to leave everything behind, but I feel like I have no choice. I'm abandoning this account for very personal reasons. Those who are important to me will get an add from my new one. Time to make a clean slate again x"
The possibility was ludicrous. Yang and Ying couldn't be the same person - even though that's what Yang had told her. Stranger things had happened, but there was no way the admittedly gorgeous woman she'd met could really be a man…
Was there? Undeterred, Winter leaned forward and turned to the older profile pictures; something that had been left untouched before the account became ignored.
In the albums added by whoever owned the profile, there were only pictures of the same bike, pictures of a grey and white Corgi, and various internet memes. This person was obviously camera shy it seemed, aside from the odd picture of them on the bike. But even then, a helmet and leathers covered their identity. Only one picture added by the owner seemed to show a person, and that result was… vague.
An unidentified person stood in front of the mirror with long hair, a tank top and shorts. It seemed like Yang, but so much wasn't quite right. The hair for a start seemed to be too shiny, like it was synthetic. Nor did it have the same volume as the Yang she knew had. In addition, what was Yang's rather hefty bust seemed to be far smaller, and perhaps not quite in the right position. But also, the bare arms; they were bulkier, more masculine. It almost was Yang, but at the same time, it wasn't. Maybe they were twins?
The side bore a description: "Blake is the best girlfriend ever < 3" Underneath were the comments – and quite a lot of them, at that, each with varying approval.
"Woah, okay… this is a bit of a shock, but I think I like it! Good for you!"
"Hey if you dress like that you can get into the chick's bathroom next time we hit the town buddy!"
"Looks good. You planning a drag act or something?"
"What the actual fuck dude?"
Winter found herself quite confused. Either Yang had somehow undertaken a phenomenal transformation into a woman, one that she personally thought would be completely impossible, or she had a twin brother who liked to dress in women’s clothing. Either possibility curdled her stomach.
However, one comment that mirrored her own secret thoughts made her feel slightly ashamed of them: “This is disgusting. Men dressing up like women is disgusting. I hope you go out like that and get shot.”
That was a little extreme, wasn’t it? There was no reason that any man should want to wear makeup and wigs and flounce around in a dress, of course, but there was no sense in saying they should die for such silliness. What an overreaction! But the woman shook out her head to rid herself of these deeper thoughts and scrolled on.
Then on to the tagged photos. Even if 'Ying' was camera-shy, the people around her – or him, whichever – certainly were not. All the photos in this album featured a man who was rather lean, average in height, with rather short blonde hair. If her second thought was correct, then this person certainly seemed to match up the description. He looked a lot like Yang did, even down to the exact same hair colour. More photos in started to feature the same few people. There was another girl who looked a tiny bit like her; far shorter, with brown hair rather than blonde, that seemed to wear a lot of hoods and hold the same grey and white dog a lot – eventually glasses completed her look. Then a girl with long black hair who appeared in these photos, and seemed to be very close to Ying.
One final photo resolved everything. One of Ying, and this mysterious black-haired woman. It seemed to be taken by her, even though she was leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek as he grinned giddily into the camera. But the face was all Winter needed to see to put things together. The eyes were exactly the same as Yang's, just as everything else about the face was. Not even identical twins would be this similar.
Ying and Yang were the same person. That miraculous transformation she had dismissed was reality.
"No way," she breathed, eyes inches from the screen as she examined the mounting evidence. That was why she had no past before two years ago – up until that point, she had been a he. Might still be one, under the long hair and stuffed bra! How would she have any way of knowing?
Then the worst possibility came to her: this man, this Ying Xiao Long, could have concocted this entire scheme purely to get close to her baby sister. It was far-fetched, of course, but what if he did? That couldn't be allowed to happen. No man was going to be sleeping in Weiss's tour bus unsupervised – especially not one that thought it was acceptable to “try on” another gender to accomplish this revolting goal. Not on her watch.
"Miss Schnee?"
At the door was a shorter dark skinned woman with black hair. Another one of her father's employees, but also one of Weiss's key agents.
“Can’t you see that I’m incredibly busy?!”
She bowed her head slightly when the woman at least acknowledged her presence, before holding up her own notebook. "I'm very sorry to disturb you, miss, but I had the most fantastic phone call come through!"
Biting back the comment she was about to make, Winter forced herself to simply change her screen to show only the desktop image of a peaceful beach scene. "Very well. What phone call?"
"I was just on with the manager of the California Beach Fest that's gonna be happening at the end of August, the one where Neptune, Neon, all the big stars are headlining. They saw her show in Chicago and how great she was with another star – and were so impressed that they want to add her to the lineup! She might even headline! Isn't that fantastic?!" She was already grinning with joy, oblivious as to what Winter was doing prior to her entrance.
“That’s… good. Very good news, yes.”
The stiff reaction wrongfooted the girl. All she could do was look down to her notepad again and clear her throat. "Well, I can't get Mr Schnee on the line to ask him right now, so I wondered if you could ask him if she’s available? I'll also ask her, of course; I think I have her bodyguard's details so I'm sure I can get her through them."
"Oh, no need, Ciel," Winter assured her offhandedly, forcing a professional smile. "You keep trying to follow up with Father, and I'll contact Weiss and… that bodyguard of hers. There are arrangements to be made if we're making such an exciting event happen!"
"That there are! This will be such a stepping stone for her career, don't you think? Maybe it'll lead to a platinum record at last!" Raising her phone to her ear to try Mr Schnee again, she waited by the door for a moment, quickly mentioning before leaving. "There's only a couple of weeks left of the tour, right? I suppose we could go through this with Weiss when she returns."
“Hmm? Oh, yes, of course. That will be all."
The minute the door slid shut, Winter began to pace back and forth, glancing at the computer screen that had given her all the information she needed every so often. Yes, she could confront Weiss with her newfound knowledge, but that had never yielded great results. She just got defensive and brushed her off. No, there had to be another way…
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White Noise