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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
- 17
- 18
- 19
WARNING: More transphobia. Also, sinister plotting.

=Chapter 18
It was the final sprint until the tour was officially over. Three hours to go in their journey, the two were stopping off for some final snacks and supplies before they would be back at home - in the company of much stricter parents, for some. Yang had managed to win Weiss around to getting a chips and chocolate for another movie watching session, on the insistence that they actually watched a movie this time.
Though they had been braced for some horrible tabloid news about what Reese saw in the trailer to come out, there was barely a blip. Apparently, the news had chosen to focus on the tragedy of Weiss being attacked – again – rather than the rantings of a criminal. They had gotten very lucky. But they still kept an eye on the media outlets for any leaks.
And there certainly was one… it just wasn’t what they were dreading.
While the bus was gassing up, the two wandered into the attached convenience store to search for what they wanted. Yang was in charge of drink, Weiss in charge of food; an easy enough challenge. As they looked through the various brands, the radio played quietly in the background, but what was usually a nice quiet soundtrack for their shopping experience would be entirely different once the song that was on ended.
"And that was 'Cooler Than Water' by Neptune – this guy can’t be stopped! But of course, our attention today's on one of the girls burning up the music industry, wouldn't you agree, Bart?"
"Absolutely, Pete, the whole world won't stop talking about her! I mean, one album out and another on the way, only just finished her tour I think, as well. Yet outta the blue, there's this new leak, a song that’s a completely different style from what we’re used to from her. It's madness, I say!"
As Weiss picked up a package of chocolate cupcakes and looked at them distastefully, wishing they had some healthier options, their topic of chatter reached her ears. Of course, she was always interested in Neptune - though for slightly less personal reasons now. But who was this new breakout artist? Or was she a more well-established one who simply had some new song?
"Madness, indeed, my friend! Straight out of our own Nashville, isn't she something? Well, anyway, we won't keep you in suspense any longer - here's the clip that has gone viral in just a couple of short days!"
The minute the acoustic guitar started, a sinking feeling hit her in the pit of her stomach. That sounded familiar. TOO familiar. And before she could finish that thought…
"When you’re, with me, every sky is grey… because, you stole, the sun out of the day…"
There was a sudden loud POP! as Weiss squeezed the packaged cupcakes so hard the plastic wrap couldn't handle the pressure.
The other side of the store, having just picked up a bottle of orange soda, Yang was also on the same page, only just noticing the music that was playing. Not just any song; her song. Their song. Face turning as white as a sheet, she completely forgot what she was doing, freezing completely as she kept listening.
It was definitely their song, no question. But how on earth did it end up on the radio?! The quality was pretty good but nowhere near professional. But then it began to click: who else was so much of a fan she would be itching for something like this?
"Ruby!"
When she heard Yang utter that one word, even across the store, Weiss completely understood. Yang's capricious little sister just couldn't help herself, and had stood there, recording them performing that song together for the first time. It was so inadequate! Listening to the clip, she knew it sounded alright, but her professional sensibilities were screaming that they needed to rerecord it - that note Yang played was off, she could have sustained singing that word longer…
"Isn't that fantastic, Pete?!" the announcer interrupted her thoughts. "Marvellous – and I know you can't tell from the clip, not on radio, but the person playing the guitar isn't Weiss herself, it isn't another musician, it's a total unknown! So who is this woman?!"
"According to the description, it's her BODYGUARD of all people! Clearly not a professional but they play off each other pretty well in this stripped-down session.”
“Can you imagine, leaping from a typical musclehead job to dropping a track with a known top-ten artist? Has to be like a dream come true!"
Already Yang was finally making her way back toward Weiss, trying to keep her own face now covered up as if everyone around would be looking her way. But as she looked down the various aisles to try and find her girlfriend, the announcers continued their conversation.
"And you've all been texting in your theories on what the song could be about! Just got this from an Ilia… Am-ammy… I apologise, I can't pronounce your last name – from Austin, Texas. 'It sounds like overcoming your fears of being yourself, maybe even about coming out?' Which I think is an interesting take, that it could be linked to LGBT issues… especially from this straight-laced pop princess. But what do you think, Bart?"
The announcers continued right along as Weiss started turning redder and redder, still twisting the cupcakes into oblivion. "Quite possible, quite possible - would be a startling revelation, of course, but with Miley, Kesha, Halsey, Tegan and Sara and other such artists out there - and OUT there, who can be surprised by this anymore? It is the twenty-first century, after all!"
"But you know her background. Christian singer to LGBT spokesman is a pretty huge jump! So far, no comments from Weiss herself on the subject, but Neon Katt's had her mouth wide open!"
"You gotta admit that's pretty funny though, that the one whose theme is rainbows is the one telling someone else to come out the closet!"
"If there is a closet to come out of! We won't know until something's said. All speculation."
Finally having found her down the aisle, Yang quickly ran over and patted her shoulder to get her attention. Her face was as embarrassed as it could be, like she had truly been humiliated. Now she was getting the full experience of what Weiss felt every day, worrying about being watched.
"We better go, quick."
Nodding numbly, Weiss allowed herself to be steered toward the door. After a few seconds, she managed to sputter, "W-wait, we have to pay for these cupcakes…"
"Oh just… Just give it here."
Too flustered to react in any rational way, she quickly took the destroyed cupcake pack, grasping a bottle of Coca Cola while on the way to the cash register. Not exactly as much as they set their sights on getting when they first entered, but all she was concerned about was getting in and out, quickly.
"WhoahoaHOAH, what happened here?" the cashier with the lank reddish hair asked as their things were rung up. His nametag read "Nolan", but it wasn't clear if that was a first name or last. "Forgot to take them out of the wrapper before eating 'em?"
"S-something like that, dropped them, went to grab 'em, musta fucked up the package." No better excuses to go with, she quickly grabbed a couple of packs of gum by the counter to add, before reaching into her wallet. It was obvious she was more than eager to try and get out as quick as possible. "Let's see that's… Just under ten bucks, right?"
"Yeah, that'll cover it." As he started ringing up their purchase, the small TV next to the register began playing the clip of Yang and Weiss performing their song again; the sound was down quite low, but Yang was easily visible.
"Hey…" As he finished counting out the change, he turned back with a bemused smile. "You know, you guys actually kinda look like…" Then his eyes widened. "Holy SHIT!"
But they were already gone, Weiss having followed her bodyguard's lead; she wasn't entirely sure the loserly man presented any real threat, but she also had no desire to stand around, discussing her celebrity status while she was still reeling in shock from that song making it onto the airwaves.
"This is a disaster," she breathed as they reached the door to the bus, Yang fumbling to unlock it. Now, they would no longer even leave the doors unlocked just for a quick trip into a mini-mart. "This is- I can't believe this is happening!"
"I'm gonna fucking kick Ruby's ass when she gets back to Nashville…" Yang never meant that, but at the moment she was far too stressed to think of any decent response. There was no one else it could be, and at the very least Ruby was going to explain herself. As soon as the door opened, she flung herself inside, quickly locking the door behind them both and putting the snacks down on the sofa.
"How did we not know about this sooner? When did she even record us?!"
"Obviously there was only one time she could have," Weiss growled. "I can't believe this - I can't believe she would betray me like that! I thought Ruby was cool - and you're her sister!"
"She must not have realised what it would do. I mean, she's just used to reblogging fanart and quotes. But God, she is gonna know." Not even wasting any time, she sat at the table, propping up her phone. Quickly pulling a chair up next to her, she patted it. "I think you should get first word in."
Sighing deeply, Weiss nodded and plopped herself down while Yang edged out of view. For a second, she worried about what her hair and makeup might look like, but then remembered that even though she was about to yell at Ruby, she was yelling at a friend, not a news source or a talk show host.
“Heyyyy, Sis!” Ruby replied in a nervous voice once the call connected. The initial picture of her face was one of a completely uncertain grin. “You’re, um, probably calling about the… the… oh.”
Weiss’s eyebrow went up as she drummed the table with her fingertips. “No, go on. You were saying?”
“W-Weiss! It’s you! I mean, you’re you! Hi! It’s b-been so long!”
“It’s been one day. Now, it sounded like you had something fairly interesting to tell me a second ago when you thought I was your sister.”
Squirming in her seat, Ruby’s smile slipped a notch. It wasn’t clear whether or not the gleam on her forehead was from the lighting and video connection, or a growing sheen of sweat. “Ummm… so, I don’t know if you’ve seen the news or anythi-”
“We heard the clip playing on the radio.”
“Oh! Good, then, that’s… that’s great! Heh heh… I… am so sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen, I was just so excited that my big sis was playing a song with my idol, and I made a post, and then when I went back to delete the post it was already all over the internet, and… and I’m really, REALLY sorry!”
"It's not just on the internet anymore," Yang commented, now choosing her moment to shuffle in and appear in view of the camera. Glaring down at the small image of her sister, she had to hold herself back from completely screaming, only just managing to do so when she shouted, "What did you even put on that post anyway?! Everyone is thinking Weiss is gay and… Well, even if we know that's true, her father sure as hell doesn't!"
"Oh God, I know," Ruby said, deflating completely now. "But I swear, I didn't say anything about you two being together - just that I was super excited about the new song! I didn't even tell them that's you in the video, Sis - I promise, PROMISE-promise!"
"It's true! She really had no idea it would go viral, her blog only has about two hundred followers." An equally flustered Penny could be heard, only just joining Ruby's side after she tucked her hair behind her ear. It was clear they had both been stressing themselves out just as much, probably for a lot longer. "I mean… she has more followers now. People like it, they really do like it from what comments we've seen. But oh, this is such a mess!"
"Well… that's a good thing, I suppose," Weiss stammered, taken aback. Now she had to think about this on a deeper level than just being exposed. "But it doesn't excuse you posting it without my permission, I hope you know!"
"Oh, I do!" Ruby gasped out desperately, tears coming to her eyes. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, this wasn't- I mean, you're my favourite person in the whole world, I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose!"
"This could make things really bad, we don't even know what her dad's gonna say just yet! And… Oh fuck, my job…" Yang was beginning to panic, running a hand through her hair. She was just as hurt as Weiss, possibly more so since she wasn’t used to this level of exposure, even if she knew thousands of pictures existed of her sticking middle fingers up at supporters.
But instead, Penny looked back and forth between her tearful girlfriend, and the two women on the screen. This was too much for her to leave alone, so she thought to herself. "But… This is good though! Everyone’s reaction is positive!"
"What are you talking about? If Weiss's dad finds out, I can kiss my ass goodb-"
"Finds out what? That a song written by his daughter went viral in two days?" She interrupted before Yang could finish, continuing to explain, "I'd be surprised but happy, myself. Look at what people have been saying! Some have been saying it's the best thing ever, others have even said it's made them feel good about themselves for being who they are. Weiss, Yang, I think if you recorded it professionally, it could be a number one hit!"
"Really?" Weiss asked with a slight smile. Then she shook her head in an effort to rid it of the newly-appearing glitter. "Wait- no, I can't think about that now. This call was so I could tell Ruby that she should be more careful about how she handles things on her blog!"
Even before she finished speaking, Ruby was nodding her head vigorously. "Of course, yeah - man, I am so sorry you don't even know! I really would have deleted the post but… I mean, there's no point anymore, it's everywhere by now! It was already on the news when I figured out people everywhere were seeing it, and… and saying things about you that aren't cool!"
"But buuuut-!" Penny interrupted, quickly leaning against her girlfriend's shoulder. In times like these, dwelling on the bad results would only make things worse, at least, that's what Penny remembered her father always saying. "The majority of feedback has been positive. Artists are jealous and will say bad stuff; but the public love it. Well, except for the ones who think it’s a publicity stunt and are upset about that."
The once stressing Yang was starting to think about this herself now. Yes, it was far too late to do anything about it; but not too late to think of the approach. "Well… people always want to look for bad shit to gossip about. That's what I gathered from college, anyways."
"But they're not bad things, really," Ruby told her more seriously. "I mean, just that you might be gay - which they don't know for sure! And don’t forget it’s not a bad thing, right?"
"That's bad if her dad finds out… or her sister." Yang cringed upon thinking. If everything Weiss had said so far was true, then those two believing that their beloved Weiss was gay would mean all kinds of trouble. "But… the media are spreading these kinds of rumours all the time… And your dad will be used to that, right?"
"He is not," Weiss sighed nervously, swaying in her seat as her head throbbed. There would be a migraine, she just knew it. "I mean, he's used to these things happening in general, but not about ME - the worst rumour ever going around about me was that I was dating Beiber, and nobody even implied we were sleeping together. Just… that in general."
"I remember that," Ruby sighed irritably, mood changing for the first time since the call began. "God, I spent SO much time yelling at those jerks! Even just saying you were 'thirsty' for him or Neptune - that was bad enough!"
"But this can just be anyone spreading anything just… Argh." Yang still felt pretty annoyed, but in truth… "What's done is done, we can't delete it. We'll have to deal with your dad when we get back." Shrugging her shoulders, she looked back over to Weiss. "Hopefully he'll be okay with things if we point out how popular it is. A number one will look good for him more than anything, right?"
Growling under her breath, she said, "That's true. Well, I guess we know what we have to start working on the minute I get back to Nashville."
"You… you what?" Ruby's eyes began sparkling the minute she figured out what was going on. "Really? You're going to record a studio version?! Oh, that's so awesome - I'm so excited!! It's my new fave, and I mean that - not just because it's my sister and her perfect girlfriend, but because it really is a-"
"Perhaps we should let you both continue with your journey! Before we cause any more disturbance, right Ruby?" Penny had quickly covered her girlfriend's mouth before she could ramble anymore. She knew full well how long they would be in this call for if she didn't.
Seeming grateful, Yang nodded. "Yeah, we should be home in couple hours. But you've learned the lesson now, right? Don't put stuff up like that without asking."
"And don't record people without their consent!" Weiss added with a finger actually wagging toward the camera.
"Mmmhmmm!" Ruby said as audibly as she could, nodding a lot. Then she held up a hand to wave at them. "Bhhmmbhhmm!"
"Take care!" Weiss said, relenting enough to flash the girl a small smile.
Once the call ended, Yang could only press her face straight down against the table below. Even if they needed to look at the positives, so far this was a disaster. Thankfully, no one knew who she was, so she was rather safe. But if the theories to the song's meaning continued…
"We are so fucked…"

After endless weeks on the road, Weiss and her girlfriend-slash-bodyguard finally found themselves back at the tall building in Nashville that housed the Schnee offices and home. Not that Weiss really cared about getting there; she would be glad not to have to deal with the stress of constant travel, but she also had no love for their current living arrangements. As she had told Yang before, she missed the home they had growing up, but that was long gone; they all moved on from it when they lost the Schnee matriarch.
"So weird to think about how we were the last time we were here," Weiss said with a wistful smile. "At each other's throats, hating the situation we'd been thrown into by my father. Sometimes things really do change."
"Yeah… They really do." They were already unloading the bus. Even though the rest of the staff agreed to do the rest, Yang had insisted on carrying the essentials up with Weiss. She gazed at that same brilliant white room she saw on her first day. And that was back when her only attire for the job was a firm fitting suit. It really was amazing how much of a difference three months had made.
Placing the cases down in the hallway, she began to pace around the room idly. Did she even hear an echo when her boots made contact with the ground? The more she began to look around again, the more she was starting to miss the bus already… It was cramped, bumpy, had a bath so small only Weiss could fit in it comfortably. But it was at least alive, something like a home for them now.
Now the two were closer, and Yang could ask the questions she was too nervous to before. So she did; "Why so… White? I know that's what Weiss means but, when I first came in here, I at least expected a few paintings, or knick knacks or something, y'know?"
"Because it's not home. Never has been and never will be. Just a place to entertain and sleep sometimes." Then her smile turned wry. "You haven't seen the bedroom, though. It's… slightly better."
"Please tell me you at least have a stuffed toy. I mean, even a big, bad bodyguard like me has at least three…"
Weiss's face cleared into an expression of pure joy at that remark as she guided Yang into the back of her rooms. "You do? You’ll have to show me sometime!"
Then they were in the bedroom of her suite. It was decorated with much the same layout; white on white. However, there were marked differences. While everything had been purely aesthetic in the main sitting area, here there was some function. Several bookshelves absolutely filled with books of all shapes and sizes, even though the shelves were white to match. Over in the corner, a baby grand piano - white, of course. But the bed…
"Mmmmm," she sighed as she sank down into the black-and-blue zebra print of the comforter. "The only thing I miss. Not that the one in the bus is that uncomfortable, really… the memory foam helps."
At least from here, Yang could learn some things about her! Shame they were so at one another's throats the first time they met that she couldn’t have learned anything. So Weiss could play piano, and probably did so often, if one was in her bedroom. Her favourite book genres seemed to be various fantasies, with a few old textbooks novels slotted in. "Oh, of course, Harry Potter," she muttered to herself upon noticing the collection on the shelf.
But then when she looked straight to the bed, she noticed the very things she'd just mentioned. Stuffed toys. Two of them, a white rabbit wearing a blue bow tie, and a lion, with a surprisingly well kept mane. Even if Weiss was a young adult, it was a relief to see at least some living proof of her childhood.
"Thank god, I was about to think I'd have to run to a toy store and get you some."
"Oh, I know what you want from the toy store," she laughed, but even her laugh was comfortable rather than overly teasing or disapproving. She rolled over, kicking off her heels as she did so and lay with her arms spread wide. "But Brrr and Mr. Flopsy are plenty of company on cold nights, thank you very much."
"Brrr and Mr. Flopsy?" Yang asked, sitting herself down on the corner of the bed near Weiss's right arm, looking back over to them. "They're pretty cute names, actually. My main one's a little bear I, oh so imaginatively, called Yogi."
"Yogi!" Weiss cackled, sitting up and grinning at her earnestly. "That's fantastic! Mr. Flopsy has been around forever, and I named him because of the floppy ears, so same. Brrr, though…"
And for whatever reason, her ears turned the tiniest bit more pink. This would not have been noticeable had a person not spent very much time with the young diva. Tilting her head, Yang asked, "What about him?"
"He's named after the Cowardly Lion. Well, the name he had in Maguire's derivative works." She still looked embarrassed to be admitting this, but she also wasn't meeting Yang's eyes.
"Oh, the Wizard of Oz, huh?" Yang shrugged her shoulders. "Only ever seen the old movie, so I never knew that. It's kind of cute, actually."
More blushing, more awkwardness. "Y-yeah. I, um…" She scratched behind her head as she went on. "I was breaking a lot of our house rules by reading the Wicked Years, but my parents never figured out they were anything less than 'family oriented', so…"
Of course. Weiss had nothing of value when it came to family life. She had them, apart from a mother, just like she and Ruby did; but they were not active in her life aside from their careers. If Weiss wasn't who she was, Yang was fairly sure they would probably never speak. Taking a bold risk at last, Yang breathed in, licking her lips in preparation. She was fairly sure she could ask about this now, but was still worried she would be overstepping.
"What was your mom like?"
Though her mood did clearly take a step down, Weiss was still smiling vaguely. "Not really sure. I know I loved her, and remember her being really warm and kind… a little funny, though of course I didn't know that. I was too young to understand her humour." Almost as if on autopilot, her hand reached behind her and dragged Mr. Flopsy into her lap. "And I don't remember a lot about her death, or funeral. I was too little to appreciate what was going on. One day, Mommy was here, the next… my father was the only parent I had."
Staring blankly at the rabbit again, Yang listened intently to every word. She knew how it felt, to some degree. Although she could remember quite well what things were like when her mother figure passed. Even at five, there were vivid memories in her head of her crying about it, hugging her father; they even got their first dog, Ein, as a distraction from it. But Weiss had no strong memories at all of her? It was a completely new world…
But she did notice the instinctive pulling in of the rabbit, and guessed it was the last thing her mother had given her. Not much, but enough to serve as a reminder. "Was she at least less uptight than your dad on the religion stuff?"
"Not really. I mean… maybe? I don't remember her yelling as much when I did something wrong, if that's what you mean." Glancing over, she asked, "What about your parents?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Yang allowed herself to lay back by her side, face ending up at the same position as Weiss's hips as she stared up at the ceiling. "I was raised by just dad from age six and up, Ruby from age three. He's a great dad, always supportive, would do anything for you, especially if it was to cheer you up. I wish I'd have come out sooner to him, to be honest. But… yeah, he’s still kind of a… dad about some things. Stick in the mud."
Idly twiddling her thumbs against her stomach, she continued, "My birth mother, I never knew. She sorta left me with dad and vanished. But my mom, Ruby's birth mother, was great as well. She'd bake cookies, chase us around the house, let us stay up till late, the works. But, when I look back at losing her, I don't really feel sad about it. I'm more happy that she was in my life, y'know?"
Weiss leaned over and nestled her chin in the crook of Yang's neck and shoulder, hoping to give them both comfort. "In that case… then so am I." Then she snorted. "Neither of my parents ever let me stay up late, and my mom burned her cookies. Pretty much every time. Could never get the hang of taking them out in time to be crispy without being blackened. She did make an exquisite omelette du fromage, though…"
Nodding, Yang continued to stare outwards into nothing, trying to gather her thoughts. At the very least, she was glad Weiss had a good relationship with her mother, even if she wasn't there for too long. The problem was just her father, and Winter.
"Hey, can I ask? What's Winter's problem? Has she always been… Winter?"
Pursing her lips, Weiss laid the rabbit aside as she popped up from the bed and paced over to her bookshelves, tracing an index finger along some of the spines. Restless now.
"Winter… changed when our mother passed. She was kinda spoiled before that, but happy enough. She turned very quiet for a couple years. When she came back from her Fortress of Solitude, she was… serious all the time. That's the only good way to describe it. There was no such thing as 'fun' with her anymore."
"So she didn't exactly cope very well," Yang commented, still staring upward and twiddling her thumbs for now. “Serious” was the understatement of the century when it came to Winter. Controlling, pretentious, nosy… those were what Yang would use, especially after their last meeting in New York.
Which she remembered Weiss still knew nothing of. Telling her wouldn't exactly hurt now, not with it being this long and still no response from her; but it would do no good either. At least now she was understood why she was the way she was a little more clearly.
"I guess… she's protective, right? Going about it the wrong way, doesn't wanna show it, but that's how she seems to me. Like she’s totally focused on making sure you and her family are okay."
"Protective? What do you mean?" Then she turned around, a white-and-cream coloured book with a portrait of a green woman in a black hat in the centre of the front cover in her hands.
“Nothing. Just why she was such a jerk to me; trying to make sure I wasn’t some kinda ‘spy’.”
"Ohhh, that annoying thing with her demanding to know why you weren't on Facebook a few years ago. Yeah, to her that's just good business, I guess. I am sorry if she bugged you about it the way she bugged me, though."
"Nah, it’s fine," Yang lied, finally rolling onto her front so she could look toward her at the other side the room, resting her head in her hands to keep it upright. It wasn’t fine, but there was no use complaining. "But even if she found my old account, there's nothing of interest on there. Just a tonne of pictures of the bike, that kinda stuff."
It was actually visible when the wheels clicked in Weiss's mind. "OH! That's because before, you would have been-" Her hand slapped her forehead. "I'm such an idiot, why didn't I put that together?"
Rolling her eyes, she reached down into her pocket to retrieve her cellphone. If anything the fact that it never clicked was a good thing, it meant Weiss really did care more about her rather than who she was before, or could have been if she never transitioned. "I think there's like, one, maybe two photos? Honestly can't remember. But I can find it, if you want?"
"No, no, it's okay," Weiss assured her gently. "Ruby showed me a few already, and… and I don't want to bring up anything that might be difficult for you."
Pausing for a moment, she looked back over, finally forcing herself to sit back upright again. Back a month ago, it would have done, she would have expected Weiss to judge her based upon that information. But now, it was a different story entirely. She knew Weiss wouldn't.
"I trust you, if you want to, that is."
Smiling a cautious smile, Weiss laid the book on its shelf and walked back over to the bed, sinking down next to her girlfriend. Her legs crossed, and she bobbed her ankle nervously as she waited for the pictures to come up.
Quickly searching up the old name, she managed to find the profile right away, and headed straight into the photos. Just as she explained, none of her were added by herself. That folder was full of bikes and Zwei. Apart from the one, of the outfit Blake bought her.
"We'll… leave that one till after, but…"
Then into the tagged photos, she managed to finally find one which was of her and her alone, but it was far before anything. Baggy clothes, short, yet shaggy hair, even a hint of stubble on the chin. Apart from the face, it truly looked nothing like the Yang she was now with – yet it did. Like a twin brother, not the same person.
"Trippy, huh?"
"Yeah." There was a cautious amusement in her smirk; she wanted to try pushing past walking on eggshells around this topic, now that she had adjusted her way of thinking. "Your little brother Ying was cute. Not as cute as his sister, but… then again, I'm a little biased."
"What do you m- oh." At first it didn’t click for Yang, but then as she alowed herself an awkward smile, she scrolled through a couple more, some still with the bike. "Yeah, I suppose so. But, I'd say we've both come a long long way, huh?"
Sliding both of her arms around Yang's bicep, she purred very quietly to show her pleasure at their nearness. "Definitely." Then she grinned down at the picture of Yang making a goofy face. "Such a dork."
"Hey, never grew outta that." And awaiting for when Weiss looked back up at her would be her girlfriend going completely cross-eyed, biting her top lip in addition.
"Maybe, but y- PFFFFFF!!" Weiss snorted when she caught sight of the face that was even goofier than the one in the picture. "Enough, you boob! Wow, how am I supposed to date you after seeing that?!"
Face returning to normal, she began to chuckle to herself, leaning against her side affectionately. "Hey, at least I wasn't the one who automatically assumed I knew kung fu first time we met!"
"You might as well, the way you took down the mugger and that psycho from the music store!" As she settled herself in Yang's lap, reaching up to press a kiss against her cheek, she sighed. "So. I know you might be anxious to get back to… wherever it was you lived before your job started, but what would you say to staying the night here? At least tonight."
"You just wanna bang like rabbits again." Yang cheekily grinned, not that she would say no to such a possibility. But when Weiss appeared serious about it, she raised an eyebrow. "You think they'd let me stay here tonight? Wouldn't they be funny about it?"
"Aren't you my bodyguard? What are they going to say, that you're doing your job?" Biting her lip, she blinked up at Yang mischievously. "Maybe I'll get you a little kimono; now I'm curious how it looks on you after all. One of those short ones so I can see those thighs…"
It was an interesting idea. Yang did like that style of clothing, not that she'd ever tried it herself. And the idea of Weiss buying it for her was certainly fun. However, there was a truth about it that she never brought up to Weiss at the time when she first made the remark, and now she had to laugh.
"You do know that a kimono is a Japanese thing, right?"
"Well, yes. Of course I do." Then her eyes widened very slightly as she tried not to react too strongly to figuring out her misstep. "Aaaaand you aren't. Xiao Long is Chinese. Right, that's… I knew that." Her cheeks were pinkening as it sank in a bit deeper that she had not only been insensitive, but insensitive to her girlfriend.
Instead of snapping, Yang wrapped both arms around her, giving a small squeeze as she kissed her cheek. There were clearly no hard feelings about it. Instead, she went back to how she was when they first met. Teasing.
"Typical white girl, when will you learn?"
"Two steps forward, one step back," Weiss sighed in agreement. She knew Yang wasn't that offended, but she still felt foolish for having made such a misstep - especially now that she was dating someone from one of the two cultures she had mixed up. But it got her thinking: "Do… you have anything from your Chinese ancestry? I mean, not that you definitely should. I'm just curious now."
"Clothes-wise, you mean? Not really. I mean, Dad used to try a little bit but not that hard; he’s already second-gen." Shrugging her shoulders again, she stroked her arm idly. "He did offer to buy me a new hanfu as soon as I came out, a nice feminine one, but I said ‘no’. Too much hassle, and at the time I thought I'd look pretty lame wearing it, still looking like a stubbly drag queen."
Nodding as she tried to digest this information that she knew nothing about, noting some terms to look up later, Weiss remained silent for a few seconds. Then she kissed Yang's neck.
"I don't care how much stubble you do or don’t have. You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
Smiling contentedly, she cuddled back up against her again. There were no more words to be said, all she wanted to do was enjoy as much company of her girlfriend as she could before she had to go home; even if that time would be extended by her stopping overnight.
At least, that's what they assumed for now. Even as a knock on the apartment door broke their tranquil moment.
"Ugh," Weiss sighed as she stood up from the bed, heading toward the door. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind following me in there and sitting on the couch? Appearances and all that."
"Nah. Want me to be reading a book or something? So it looks like I've just been casual?" She asked, following just as she was asked.
Nodding, she said, "Keep your phone out. That's good enough."
As Yang settled in on the couch, she let out a very typical, "Alright, alright, I'm coming!" that sounded a lot more like the Weiss Yang had first met than the one she knew intimately now. Then she strode up to the door, looked out the peephole - and let out a sigh of disgust.
"Speak of the devil.”
“Winter?" she asked, scrolling through her phone to appear as if she'd been doing it all along, crossing her legs to give a 'make yourself at home' impression.
"You got it." Yanking open the door, she put her hands on her hips and said, "Yes?" without so much as an actual greeting or a smile.
"Nice to see you're back. Pity you can't use a phone to tell us that though." Her older sister wasn't any kinder than the previous encounters, peering into the space behind her to notice Yang on the sofa. And despite her polite smile and wave, she still frowned. "I see… she hasn't gone home yet."
"Why should she? Isn't she supposed to be protecting me?" Then Weiss relented, if only slightly. "And yes, I know it's mostly for just while I'm on tour, but there's nothing wrong with me enjoying her protection and company after we get back, is there?"
Bowing her head, she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle to herself. "Hmm, I wonder. Anyway, may I have a word with you? In private?"
There was quite the long pause while Weiss contemplated whether or not to pay any heed to her sister's request. Then she rolled her eyes, turned back to the couch and asked in a much kinder voice, "Would you mind?"
"So long as I can come back in a bit; you still owe me fifty. We totally bet on the time we'd get back, right?" That was obviously exaggerated. She needed some kind of excuse to come back and spend the night rather than go home in that time. But as asked, she immediately got up, stepping out of the apartment once Winter moved to one side, calling back as she walked away, "Nice to see you as always, Winter!"
"Ugh…" Just as disgustedly, she rolled her eyes, walking into the room and shutting the door behind them both. And straight away, she took Yang's position on the sofa, crossing her legs and sitting upright. "So I see you're comfortable with… that bodyguard, aren't you?"
"Very," Weiss said warily, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "There was some… initial discomfort, and annoyance, but we resolved our differences."
"Impressive. But I'm not particularly sure that you should feel comfortable with them." Pulling out her own cell phone, she brought up a few pages she had pre-loaded. "I found out what Yang is hiding. If you can call them that."
"Oh, have you?" Weiss said with a smirk, finally sitting herself down in one of the chairs across from the sofa. Seemed she didn't even want to share the couch with her abrasive sister.
Turning the phone around, she displayed one of the photos up from Yang's older profile. The one which she quickly slipped by of the outfit Blake had first bought for her. No doubt it was the one that made the changes most obvious, since she was appearing to look feminine without the surgeries or hormones. It was easy to see why she slipped by as well, considering the comments were still visible at its side.
But those weren't what she was going to talk about. "Your bodyguard isn't who she says she is. She is actually a he. Probably paid for all these surgeries just to get close to you. Sure fooled me."
Weiss looked at the pictures, out of passing interest. Some of them were ones Yang had literally just shown her, a couple that Ruby had on previous occasion. The one of Yang mid-transition… it was a bit uncomfortable for her to see her girlfriend stuck halfway between where she started and where she wanted to be, but most of her discomfort was second-hand. She felt sad Yang was ever in that in-between - and ever had to put up with people making rude observations about her. It curdled her stomach.
Very briefly, she considered feigning shock and awe at this revelation. That would help preserve their secrecy in regards to the relationship, after all. But would that make her happiest? Would that be the most honest and the most honourable thing to do?
No.
"What's your point?"
"I know, disgusting isn't i- … what?"
How on earth did such a calm, peaceful response act like a slap in the face? Not only did it make Winter aware that Weiss either knew already, or just didn't care, but it made her look like a fool. Slowly, she began to draw the phone back toward her, having to clear her throat to buy some time to think of what to say.
"What's… what's my point?! Don't you think it's wrong?! She's been lying to us about who she… he… IT is!"
"Actually, she told me," Weiss delivered in a flat tone. She was tempted to be spiteful, or even brag about knowing this. In the end, that seemed like it was in poor taste. "But it's really none of our business. I mean, have you seen her? She's definitely a woman now, one way or the other."
"Hello! Earth to Weiss, she is a man - stuffing a bra and wearing a wig!" Winter raised her own voice. She'd rehearsed this scene a million times in her head, but all her arguments depended on Weiss being as equally disgusted as her. Yet she didn't mind, didn't care. How? "Fine, I'll admit she’s… really good looking, for a drag queen. But that’s what she is. All this time, you've been cohabitating with a crossdresser, and you've been okay with it?!"
Now, of course, Weiss was beginning to get extremely offended - but all of that anger was on a personal level that she could not use against her sister. Not without her figuring things out.
"You assume too much. Her hair and breasts are not fake, I can assure you; when I asked about them, she let me see." One index finger came up, as if she were instructing a small child. "However! That wasn't something I had any right to demand her to prove to me! Just because she used to be male - or rather, identify as male - doesn't mean I get to inspect her current body like she's a car that just came back from the shop! She's a person, Winter!"
Winter was beginning to realise that simply saying he was evil wasn’t going to work. "This man is mentally ill – and needed help! Not surgery or playing dress up, but real, psychiatric help! Why are you so defensive over-"
But there was one solid clue that had already answered her question. Plain as day, on the side of Weiss's neck, a particularly large area was bruised. And not just a bruise from falling over or being grasped firmly; a hickey. A love bite.
Time seemed to slow down as the pieces came together. That day she first came in to inform Weiss there was no info on her new bodyguard, they were in the same bed. And then there was New York, where Yang was staring at what Weiss was doing rather than guarding her dressing room… All this time, they had never been apart, and the majority of that time was behind closed doors. Weiss and Yang, her precious little sister and some gender-bending bodyguard…
They were sleeping together.
"…I see."
"Good," Weiss said, assuming her sister's words were in reference to what she'd said before rather than her intenral revelation. "Then I trust we won't have to revisit this issue again? I am more than satisfied with Yang, both as a bodyguard and a human being. She has already foiled two attempts to exploit me or injure me, and doesn't stink up the bus with cheap aftershave. The rest is none of my business, and certainly none of yours."
Winter's head was still spinning with this new revelation. There was no way her little sister would listen to her, not now that bodyguard had her claws firmly dug into her darling sibling. Even if she never understood, if nobody ever did, she just wanted to protect Weiss. That was her only goal. And now it was foiled. And so much worse could come of this. What if people found out? Weiss would be a laughing stock, a disgrace to their family name for dating a woman – or whatever he was. The more she thought, the worse things were getting
Then there was the viral video of the two to deal with as well. If she didn’t act soon it would be too late. She would have to deal with this problem at the source. Rising from her seat, she tucked the phone back into her pocket, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"That… was all I came to tell you about. Oh, that and… a more positive note in regards to August, unless you'd rather hear that from father?"
Satisfied and mildly surprised that Winter had given up so easily, she asked, "No, go on - what's happening in August?"
"The California Beach Fest wants you to headline. Along with Neptune, Neon, and the other big names. Biggest festival in the country, televised worldwide, the works…"
She was saying it so numbly, still trying to keep herself calm, when her inner dialogue was doing so much worse. She wanted to scream and yell, anything. But no, she had to come up with a plan to take out Yang first. And it needed to be done calmly and quietly.
"With- WHAT?!" Weiss burst out, jaw nearly hitting the floor. "Are you serious right now?! Oh my f- all of us, doing one big show?! This is huge, I can't even- holy hamburgers, I have to call…" She had been about to say "Yang," but thought better of it. "I have to call everybody I know - this is insane, I can't believe this is happening!"
"I take that as a yes, then," was all she could say, already beginning to head to the door. She wasn't even going to stay and celebrate with her. "I'll let father know. Oh, but he'll still want to talk to you about that video, by the way."
Rolling her eyes, she said, "Yeah, yeah, the video. I can't believe you would come down on Yang so hard after seeing she can play the guitar like that. Seriously, is there anything that girl CAN'T do?!" But then she was dashing over to the dining room table and snatching up her phone, scrolling through her contacts to brag about her newest career development.
"Yes, I suppose so… good day, Weiss."
The more her little sister went on about her, the more Winter’s stomach was turning. And as she finally left the room once Weiss was dialing the first number, all she could think about was the next course of action. What she'd need to do, need to say when she next saw Yang.
How she could break the two apart for good.
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