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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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- 21
- 22
CHAPTER WARNING: Transphobia, and shit hitting the fan. Seriously this might not be the best chapter to read if you‘re already having a down day.
And now the drama begins, leading into "Act 2" of this really long Freezerburn opus. Sorry, this seemed a little more feasible when we wrote it; now we‘re less certain Yang would really have reacted this way. But the threat still seems credible so we decided not to rewrite. I think it still holds up well enough.
But to everybody who is cringing and screaming at their monitors right now, I PROMISE this will get better! Seriously! It will! Just not before it gets a loooooot worse...

=Chapter 21
Grim-faced and determined, Winter Schnee rode the elevator up from the ground floor to that on which her sister resided. Under one arm was a black folder with a few papers in it and her tablet. Both hands were holding one paper cup apiece: a macchiato, just the way she liked it, and a plain black coffee. There was no sense spending too much money on the second beverage when her intended target's preference was unknown.
When she arrived at Weiss's apartment, there was no answer. After a few attempts, she flagged down the floor's security guard, finding out from him that both occupants were out. Weiss was with their father, and the bodyguard had gone down two floors to the gym facilities.
As she walked, Winter bristled at part of that information. "Both occupants." Yang was simply living there now, was she? Perhaps she was too late. Then again, it was never too late when you're a Schnee - or so their father always told them. She would see this through to the end, regardless of the result.

Now this was a gym that Yang could get used to! The facilities were spacious and full of the latest gadgets and equipment for working out. Did she even catch sight of a swimming area before she went through here? On the upper floors of a skyscraper?! That would bear investigation once she had finished with her normal routine. Having already done kickboxing, she moved onto something more challenging: weight lifting.
But as she lay on the bench and lifted the bar up and down continuously, she never expected to be joined. And especially not by her .
"Might have known I'd find you here," Winter grumbled as she gazed down at the blonde. She made no other announcement of her arrival; simply started with that churlish comment. And such a surprise nearly made her lose focus, which would be extremely dangerous with such a weight against her. But managing to battle it out, she lifted it back up again, putting it back on the stand above her and gasping for breath.
"And hello to you, too."
"Do you really expect anyone to believe a woman can lift that?" Seemed she wasn't going to start out with softballs, either. "Honestly."
Dabbing the nearby towel against her face, she then took a drink of water instead before she answered. Something was wrong, she was jumping straight to biting remarks already. And this time, seemingly personal ones…
"I just did," she commented, putting the bottle back down and facing her. "So yeah, they should believe."
"As if that changes anything." Then she glanced around the room; at this time of day, most of the people who worked day jobs in the building had already finished their workouts and gone about their business. What an ideal situation.
"I've been meaning to talk to you, actually. About the nature of your employment with Schnee Records. You have helped us through some rough patches during this most difficult time following the stalker incident, and with the next two incidents that could seemingly not be avoided entirely. We are… grateful for your dedication to your work.” That last sentence had been like pulling teeth to force herself to say. “However, now that the tour has ended, your services will no longer be required."
Yang raised an eyebrow. Something about this was extremely fishy. She'd been given no warning of this by Weiss for a start, and she would have at least mentioned something about lack of employment. But it was also not what her father stated. Given that he was the one who gave her the job in the first place, she made it clear she smelt a rat, by chuckling to herself.
"Excuse me?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest. "Why ain’t I hearing this from the boss himself?"
"It falls to me to see to his interests in some areas where he cannot be troubled. You can probably understand that if he had to handle every little minor detail, he'd never get anything important done, would he?" Winter's smile was tight and forced, formal. She was trying to finish her statements without letting things devolve into petty remarks, for once – or at least, only petty remarks that pertained to the situation directly.
"Alright, just… Hang on for a second," she began, unfolding her arms so she could hold her hands together instead. She couldn't accept this without a fight, could she? No, absolutely not. "I've been working here nearly three months now, and in that time I've saved Weiss from two criminal attacks, helped her feel secure around other staff - hell, people have mentioned she's been way more relaxed down since I was hired. Everything’s going great. And now you're gonna tell me I've gotta leave? After I've done nothing but good here?"
The cold blue eyes turned yet colder as they gazed down at the brutish bodyguard. "Really? Nothing but good? That's what I saw on her neck yesterday morning, was it? A 'good' bruise, from the 'good' things you have been doing behind closed doors?!"
Oh no.
This couldn't be happening. As soon as it was mentioned, she remembered the love mark on Weiss's neck, one she had so obviously left as well. There was no hiding that one, or making out it was something different entirely. Winter knew exactly what was going on, and she wasn't happy.
But Yang stood her ground, narrowing her eyes instead. "That's her business."
"Wrong, sir - that's my business. Whatever sick fantasy you want to play out on your own time is yours, but my baby sister? She is my responsibility as much as she is my father's, and sometimes he can be completely blind to what's going on in his own company. So you'd better believe if I find out that my sister has been… has been…"
There, she got so upset that she couldn't speak further, and simply stood there clenching and unclenching her fists. As if she wanted to wrap them around Yang's throat.
But the bodyguard was distracted. Did she just say 'sir'? No… it had to have been a slip of the tongue, or her mishearing. There was no way Winter literally dug through all her past info, right? Nobody would be that paranoid . Deciding to play it safe and assume she didn't, she shook her head, beginning to laugh nervously. Anything to distract her from this situation.
"Okay, first off, I think you guys are the last people who should tell Weiss what to do with her private affairs. I've heard the shit she had to put up with growing up, and she’s gonn have issues from that for years. Secondly; she's an adult! She can make her own choices, and deserves to be respected rather than have her own sister go behind her back and fire me! And for what? Because you think I’m letting someone sneak into her bedroom and give her too many snuggles?!"
"Not just someone!" Winter fired up at once, eyes glaring daggers at her opponent. "And I don't think you can use the phrase 'let' when you're the one committing the crime, you, you… circus freak!"
"What is your problem with me?!" Yang finally snapped back, standing up so she could glare straight back down at Winter. First sir, now 'circus freak'; it couldn’t be a coincidence. But for now, she held back. No point outing herself if Winter never stated it yet.
The loud, commanding tone clearly unnerved Winter - and Winter did not care to be unnerved, not by anyone. Therefore, she went straight for the throat.
"This is you, isn't it?" she asked, reaching into the folder and producing a glossy printout of one of Yang's old photos - the one of her in the dress Blake had helped her into. "Thought you were so clever, eh? Yang instead of Ying - oh how stupid we all were. Well it stops now, do you hear me? Go cross-dress on your own time, but you will not drag my family's name through the mud for the sake of your twisted delusions!"
The once glaring face of Yang Xiao Long was reduced to nothing. Nothing but a fearful gaze as she stared at that photo. The first official photo of Yang rather than Ying. Apparently Winter was that paranoid; she'd been looking for more than her criminal records, and if she had this, she had far more. Winter could out her any second, easily.
But then after a moment of silence, and curling her hand into a fist, she looked down and away from the picture. And let out a harsh little laugh. "I don't care what you think of me, or what your father thinks of me. Out me if it’s how you get your kicks, I don't give a shit. Because in my time of being here, my time of being with her… I've learned something very important." Then she looked straight toward her, with the smug and confident smirk on her face. "I care way more about her than I do about my reputation. And she cares about me. So you can smear me through the dirt all you want, it doesn't change a thing. It'll only make you look worse."
That was the wrong thing to do, as it turned out; not that there was a "right" thing to do when Winter was already doggedly determined. Unfortunately, such an almost-threat as that only made the last shred of the woman's ability to reason flee in favor of going for the throat.
"Your reputation doesn't interest me in the slightest. But what about Weiss's? She has… hooked up with a mentally ill person; she doesn't see it, you don't see it - of course." She shook the picture still in her grasp. "What happens when this comes out in the press, hmm? What happens to her?! She'll go from Weiss, respected pop star, to 'Weiss the tranny-lover' in a heartbeat! Do you even care how disastrous that would be to her reputation?!"
Yet again she froze up. Again, the confidence disappeared, because that was the key factor she didn't consider. Weiss's reputation, Weiss's career.
Weiss. She might be alright with who Yang was and have accepted every part of her life, but the world would not be so kind. The world would take the media's word for things, and those words would be to create shock and a gossipy story. They didn't care who they hurt, just about selling magazines or views on their articles online. She remembered her college course, media studies. Remembered the stories of people in the past, how careers were ruined by just a simple scandalous story; how actors, singers or anyone ended up in the gutter afterward. And some never came back into the news unless it was in memorial. Maybe the world had progressed, become a little better than it once was… but trans women were still poster children for the Trans Cause, when they weren’t death statistics. Nobody like her who ended up in the public eye just got to be.
"B-but… You wouldn't," she said quietly, finally backing down. One last valiant effort to stop Winter from destroying her world. Maybe it would even work. "Not to your own sister! You wouldn't do that to her, I… I don’t believe you ."
"Oh, I would," Winter growled. "I'd leak that you're a transvestite; not that she was doing whatever it is you two are doing, that I'm trying very hard not to think about. Then you would have no choice but to leave, or else keep drawing all that negative press down on her head." Her shrug would have been casual if every fiber of her being wasn't so tense. "So, you say you really care about her, right? Then prove it. Do what's actually best for her instead of merely what you want for a change."
Yang was completely silent. She was torn. Winter didn't seem like she was joking, and from seeing how persistent she was, she clearly believed every word she was saying. But she couldn't shake something else: the viral video. Even if many people were drawing conclusions that it was to do with LGBT communities, and about the struggles of those people in general, it was receiving more praise and acceptance as time went on. Overwhelmingly positive feedback, even alongside the odd question or negative comment. The world was changing, and was a different one from what Winter seemed to understand.
"W-what if you're wrong?" she asked. Now it was so quiet and weak, nothing like the person she first came in to see. Already tears were starting to form in her eyes. "What if they accept the fact I'm a transgender woman? And accept Weiss? P-please, I can't… I won’t leave her . She needs me – we’re not doing anything wrong, you bigot."
“ Oh, I beg to differ - you certainly can leave, and you will. ” One of her pale hands waved in the general direction of the door. “ My little sister might have decided to indulge you in your sick fantasies … God, just look at you. ” Snorting, she glanced down at Yang ’ s shorts, literally raking her inner thighs for any telltale bulge with her gaze. “ I don ’ t even know how you hide it, but I can admit you ’ re pretty convincing. Still, I can ’ t have you hanging around and corrupting her any further than you already have. You have no idea how angry that thought makes me, or how hard I have worked to preserve her innocence. NO. IDEA . And you sweep right in under our noses and-!”
Winter broke off to take a few deep breaths, staring off to one side and literally trembling with rage. Yang almost felt sorry for her, except she was too busy being terrified of her. Finally, she pulled herself together and continued, “Out of consideration for her… oh, I guess we could call it a ‘misguided affection’ for you, I ’ m willing to keep your true gender to myself if- if you quietly resign. But do not force my hand, or I ’ ll clench it into a fist. And Weiss will be hurt temporarily to make sure you don’t ruin her forever. ”
Staring down at the ground, Yang was completely lost. All she wanted to do was swing for Winter, but that would only play into her hands. It would only make it more likely that she would be outed to the world, and Weiss would be outed as both gay, and shamed for dating someone not cisgender. Even if they didn’t make that connection, they would paint her as the victim the way Winter wanted to, and she would have to quietly suffer while knowing the truth in her heart. She could stand there and correct Winter all day about who she was, but it would change nothing. No matter how this all played out, in any of the many scenarios, Winter had the upper hand.
A few more tears fell as she realized her defeat, and she tried to shake her head to keep the tears away. "Fine… I'll tell her when she gets out of the meet-"
"No, you'll pack your things and go quietly. Right now." When Yang didn't acknowledge her words, she sighed. All of her steel seemed to leave once Yang had agreed that they were going ahead with her plan. "This will be easier. If you have the chance to hang around and tell her why you're leaving, you will both do things that will make this messier. A clean break will afford you the opportunity to not make her see you upset the way you clearly are right now. It will make it easier to get past this bizarre crush of hers and move on with her life."
"But I…"
There was nothing clean about this. Leaving with no answer, no words at all… This was a nightmare! She needed for Weiss to see she was upset about this, she needed to show Weiss she cared. She wanted to tell Weiss the long overdue phrase… And Winter was going to deprive her of that too? Surely she couldn't be that cruel?
"Not even a goodbye? I-I know we'll be upset, but if you jus-"
"Stop!" Winter half-shouted. "Stop prolonging this, this abomination of a relationship! Why would you do that to her? Just… let her be sad for a while, I and Father will be around to reassure her, and then you-"
"But I love her!"
The words fell out. It took a moment for Yang herself to realize what was just said, but she never corrected it. Because it was true. She did. She well and truly loved Weiss Schnee, and everything about her. Her body, her voice, her soul. There wasn't a part of it she disliked, and she wanted to spend every last moment with her. And as the tears fell even more, she repeated that phrase again. "I love her… With all my heart."
The other woman's lip curled in disgust as she gazed across at her, at the tears pouring down her cheeks. "You don't have any idea what love is. Not this bizarre, perverse thing that you want to engage in with a girl who was innocent before you got your filthy hands on her. You need counseling for your sickness so you can move forward, not to… to wallow in the sickness." Then she sighed, already regretting that she had poured too much of her personal feelings into what she was saying. "If you care about her as much as you claim to, you'll save her from that instead of making it worse and worse - and sacrificing her career along the way."
And that was that. There was nothing else she could say or do, not without hurting the one she felt so much about. Her brain was filled with bees, buzzing all over and keeping her from using logic. Instead, dark thoughts were racing through Yang's mind again, the very same ones that were rushing through when she first suspected her feelings for the diva. Who are you kidding? Why would she ever want you? Do you really think it could work?
No. It couldn't. Not while people had this information to use, not while they lived in an age where people thrived off the so-called 'scandalous' stories of the rich and famous. And certainly not with someone as good as Weiss. She was too good for Yang, and she knew it all along. She deserved better.
And in the end, she glumly nodded, finally pacing toward the door…
"I'll keep watch for Weiss," the elder sister told her in much calmer tones as she followed. "You pack whatever things you may have here and leave quickly and quietly. And…"
“And?” The tiniest hope flickered in the pit of her stomach, even though it was mostly already dead.
There was hesitation in Winter’s voice. Yang's display of distress had apparently touched her to some degree, even if she still believed her course of action to be the right one. "If… you get settled in and wish to mail me a goodbye letter, and it’s not some last-ditch attempt to get her back but truly a goodbye letter, I'll give it to her for you so she won't see your return address and go chasing after you like some fool in a movie. But there isn't time to sit down and write it now."
Yang said nothing. She was completely numb as she silently walked back to the room, and collected each and every item of her belongings. Everything was stuffed into her case idly without thought, from the chargers and electrical devices, to her hanfu from their night previous. She looked over to the guitar, still packed away. She had hoped to continue their song tonight, even make a recording of it before the California Beach Fest in August. Hell, there was even a faint dream that if Weiss agreed to it, they could perform it there. All for naught.
That was when the tears fell. She only let herself have one minute: Winter had been clear that she had to make it quick. But she literally couldn’t stay standing anymore, so she decided it was smarter to sob, release the tiniest shred of her hurt and anger and sorrow, and then get moving. Get out of there. Leave everything behind.
But she couldn't leave without a single trace. That would be too hurtful for them both. There had to be something she could leave without Winter picking up on it and taking it away, something of value.
For some reason, she instinctively reached up to her neck. It was something she never thought about, and yet something she had worn every day for two months now. The orange snood. The very same one Weiss had picked out for her on their day shopping. And then she looked back over to the guitar case: yet another item that Weiss had got for her, something she couldn't imagine life without. She couldn't leave the whole thing, but she could leave a small fraction of it. The yellow guitar pick.
After a few minutes of packing, she finally rejoined Winter back at the door. All that remained of her in the apartment was laid on the bed itself. The orange snood, folded neatly with the pick resting in the middle of it. One item from the very beginning, and another from toward the apex of their relationship.
That was her goodbye.

A sigh erupted from Weiss ’ s lips as she finally opened the door to her apartment again. That meeting had dragged on for so long! She had assumed they would simply be talking about the viral video for a bit, and that her father would tell her that she had to be more careful. Instead, that had segued smoothly into a long tirade about her next album, the direction they would be taking the music; Weiss had wanted to spread her wings a bit, try some other styles. Father, of course, wanted to double-down on her sugary pop sound and do more of the same. That had gone back and forth for enough that they finally just agreed to record a few of each and see how the singles went over.
At least he did know the meaning of the word “compromise”, even if he was fuzzy on its definition.
“Yang?” she called out, almost throwing her purse onto the coffee table. “ Are you still out? ” No answer; clearly she either was enjoying the longest workout routine of her life, or had gone out.
But when she made her way into the bedroom, something immediately began to feel off. A few scattered items, such as Yang ’ s guitar case, were missing. Maybe she had taken them back to her own apartment, even though she didn ’ t remember for certain whether or not she had kept up her rent payments. But then again, there was something on her bed, as if waiting for her. A present?
No, it was Yang ’s orange “ infinity scarf ” thing. Laying atop it was her favorite yellow guitar pick - the one she had noticed her fingers reached for first, out of the few Weiss bought her that day in the shop. She touched them briefly, lightly, then explored the rest of the room. There was no other trace of her girlfriend.
With a pronounced frown, she stomped back into the living room. She had a really bad feeling about this, but was trying not to let herself get worked up over nothing. Not before she knew anything for certain. Snatching her phone from inside her purse, she quickly redialed the last number called.
Yang never picked up. She tried twice before actually leaving a voicemail. “ Yang, you dolt, will you answer me? All your things are gone, I ’m… you might have at least told me that you were going to move back to your place. Call me back. ”
Half an hour passed. She had to stop herself from freaking out, from tearing down the road and yelling at random strangers to ask if they had seen a Yamaha pass through recently, and if so, which way it went. She was overreacting. Surely Yang had just gone home for some reason, surely she would be back. Her phone was on silent, her battery went flat. Anything. It could be anything …
Anything. It could be the worst.
“Yang?!” she screamed into her fourth voicemail message. “ You had better have a darn good explanation for this! I ’m so… why aren ’ t you picking up? Are you safe? Are you mad at me - did I do something wrong?! Please, just call me, whatever it is! Please? ”
By the end of the first hour, Weiss had become desperate enough to call Ruby. At first, she didn ’ t pick up, but the second try got her.
"Weiss?" came a concerned voice from the other line. Even if seeing her name pop up on her phone made her heart leap with joy, she suppressed it without freaking out. That was the deal of their exchange of numbers, after all; that she treat her like a normal person. "What's up?"
"Um, have you talked to Yang lately? Like, today?"
"No, why? I thought she was with you?" Ruby asked. Instinctively, she drew the phone away from her ear, hitting speakerphone so she could still listen to Weiss as she scrolled through the phone's menus. Perhaps, if Yang was to say something, it would be through a text she had somehow missed.
"Because she disappeared," Weiss sighed irritably. "She won't answer her phone, and all her things are gone from my place. Well, most of them, anyway. I don't know, I don't understand why she wouldn't at least leave a note, or text me or something."
"Hold on, got a message from her." But then there was a brief pause for a moment. Then it was longer than a moment. Finally, there came a quiet "Oh…"
"What? What does it say? Ruby, you're scaring me…"
"I… um, she told me where she is, but that it’s a secret. Then after that, it just says 'Tell Weiss I'm sorry'… I dunno, this is pretty weird. Did something happen?"
Suddenly, her head began to feel as if it had lost all mass, trying to float up off her shoulders. She had been pacing back and forth in her dining area, but now she desperately grabbed for a chair and managed to crawl into it rather than falling to the floor. "No… I mean, not that I know of…"
"That's… all it says." Ruby was equally worried it seemed, pausing for a moment as she read the message over and over again. Nothing she missed. "Has she done anything? Like anything that's caused an argument?"
"No - God, no! We've been…" Her confusion only increased when she thought back to how happy they had made each other the night before. "I thought we were doing great. Better than great."
"Then I… I don't know. Should I maybe call for you? Try and get a few answers?"
"If you could. I'm sorry, this is probably going to put you in a very awkward place, but…" Her throat was closing up. Why was it doing that? "But if she won't talk to me… I d-don’t know what to do right now."
That was when she first started to suspect what had happened. Of course, she didn't believe it yet - didn't understand, and didn't think she was correct. But once it entered her mind, she couldn’t get rid of it for anything.
Did Yang leave her? Not just for the day, but… leave her?
"O-okay… I'll ring back in a few minutes. B-be right back!"
And Ruby left her in that awkward silence. It was certainly seeming like that was a possibility. All her items were gone apart from two small items, no messages, no calls, nothing. Left without a trace or explanation. Perhaps it never would be explained…
Or perhaps, it would be explained by just the wrong person - who knocked at the door.
"Yang?!" Weiss burst out, dropping the phone to the tabletop as she raced for the door, turning her ankle in the heels she was still wearing. "OW! Yang, oh thank God, I was getting so worried! Why wouldn't you-"
But of course, it wasn't Yang behind the door when she opened it. It was her older sister yet again. Unlike before, she wasn't wearing a face that Yang had described as a 'slapped backside', but a neutral expression. Something caring, if distant, which was very odd indeed.
"It certainly is not Yang. May I come in?"
"Oh." That was the only word Weiss had for her at the moment as she turned and stumbled back into her living room. Immediately afterward, she reached down and jerked her heels off angrily, throwing them all the way down her hallway in her extreme level of frustration. The expensive shoes were an easier target than an absent lover.
Such an act made Winter pause for a moment longer. Weiss was emotionally unstable right now, in no way was she fit to bear such news. And yet, it was also the perfect time. While she was this way, it would mean more anger, aimed toward the one responsible. It was far less likely for Weiss to forgive her, should she ever decide not to honour their agreement.
Stepping in and seating herself at the sofa once again, she held her hands on her lap, remaining the figure of beauty and grace, even with such a burden. "You might want to sit down."
"Whatever this is about, I'm really not in the mood right now," she growled, but she did sit down. That was a small mercy.
After a moment, Winter took a deep breath in, letting it out again glumly as she looked toward Weiss again. At least, she pretended to be glum. This was a part she was somewhat looking forward to, especially if her sister's feelings turned to absolute hatred for her guard. She could only hope.
"I'm afraid, while you were in your meeting… your bodyguard resigned her position."
"My bodyg-"
There really wasn't time to react. In a flash, Weiss was kneeling on either side of Winter's lap, hands grasping the lapel of her ruffled white blouse and shaking her back and forth. "How do YOU know more about this than ME?! What the hell happened?!"
Quickly grasping her hands with her own, she tried to start pulling Weiss off her again. Of course she was angry, of course she wanted answers for why. It was the reaction she expected, despite her gentle and dignified delivery of the bad news.
"She said very little," she began once Weiss had calmed down, taking a moment to stroke her hands gently with her thumbs. "Only that, with the viral video being out there, and people drawing their conclusions of what it means… they think you're together. And that if people were to find out about her, and her… hobby… " She still was offended by the very idea, but was at least trying to be as sensitive as she could to Weiss’s impending heartache. "Then there would be scandalous stories…"
"Yes, I know that," Weiss snapped impatiently, hearing so much retread and being nauseated by it. "And we discussed it, and she didn't care! She knows I care more about her than about some stupid tabloid headlines! So why in God's name would she suddenly change her mind, and… and pack up and leave without even telling me?!"
This was somewhat harder than she thought it would be. Why were she and Yang discussing things like that? Significant things to their future? It made no sense, not when she knew Yang's designs on Weiss were temporary and disgusting.
"Because she thought about you rather than herself," she began. There was no point in hiding the fact she knew about their relationship now, not when that impassioned reaction meant Weiss had more or less admitted it first. "She came to her senses and realized that it isn't worth risking your whole career just for a passing fling."
"Fling?" For all her logic, Winter had miscalculated slightly. Weiss drew back in surprise, momentarily distracted from the plight of figuring out what had happened to Yang. "Wait, wh… what do you mean? I just meant… just meant she's a really important person to me. Why did you say 'fling'? Explain yourself!"
"Oh for pity ’ s sake, Weiss! The love bites on your neck were making it so obvious it hurts!" She looked toward the door a moment. She'd sent the new bodyguards, and anyone else who may be around, home for the day. Nothing to worry about there in their ivory tower, after all; security cameras were more or less everywhere. But nobody could overhear this. Even Winter knew what would happen if her father ever found out, and she wouldn't put Weiss in that much trouble by her own hand; she had definitely been bluffing that she would EVER make it known they were doing such inadvisable things behind closed doors.
For the next few seconds, the young pop star looked completely embarrassed. No, that wasn't doing it justice; she looked mortified that her sister had so easily figured out what was going on, and stupid that she had forgotten to hide such evidence.
"Oh. So… so that's it, huh? You know." Then her eyes came up defiantly, despite the colour in her cheeks. "I'm not going to say a lot of the things you probably want me to say. Like that it was a mistake, or that I was 'fooled' by her body, or whatever. I honestly really like being with Yang, and I want to know where she went. That’s all I care about right now."
She deeply sighed. "As much as I disagree with what you two have been doing, you're my sister, Weiss. I understand you need to make your own mistakes, and I can't stop them. So I'm not about to tell Father about what you and her have been doing." Knowing that wasn't the subject Weiss wanted to hear about, she released Weiss's hands, placing them either side her lap. "She's putting your career before herself. That's what she said. That no matter what, she couldn't put your future in danger. Especially not for her hobby."
"There it is again,” she almost mumbled, eyebrows drawn together in annoyance. “What the hell is this 'hobby' you keep talking about? Playing the guitar?! It's not like she can't do that while bodyguarding me, don't be stupid!" It wasn't clear if she was talking to Winter or to the ghost of Yang's presence at that moment, but it was definitely heartfelt.
"Her dressing habits. The fact that she is… a he. You may not see it that way, nor her, but most people would. The media would. And she couldn't sacrifice your future for it. It's the smarter choice, if you ask me."
"I don't care about 'smart', Winter!" The reality was finally crashing down on her. Even though she was stubbornly fighting against this happening, though she didn't want to accept it, one way or another, Yang had actually left her. Tears welled in her eyes as she pictured the face that was gone from her life, the warm presence in her bed… the lazy way she could make her feel at ease.
"I… I don't care about what's smart. Or any of that. I just want her back, I can't believe- why wouldn't she at least say goodbye?"
"Because why make it harder than it has to be?" Seeing tears forming on her sister's face was making things difficult. Very difficult. She expected more yelling, more anger, but not for Weiss to be utterly distraught. But shaking her head, she continued to power through again. "You deserve better than to lose your whole livelihood. And she knew it. She made the right choice. And one day, you'll look back and s-"
"FUCK that!" Weiss burst out, noticing when Winter flinched at the language. She pounced on it. "That's right - fuck the right choice, fuck you, and fuck Father, fuck my career, and FUCK the media! Yang is the only person who ever truly cared about me - not Weiss as a ‘brand’ , but just me! And now? Now…"
Stumbling back from Winter, she banged her leg into the coffee table, falling back against the chair she had been in before. It bore the brunt of her fall so she suffered no real injury, but once on the floor she stayed down there, weeping in earnest now. She didn't have any fight left. Not today.
Staring at the broken shell that was once her sister, even Winter couldn’t completely ignore the second thoughts. Weiss was genuinely hurt about this - not just angry like she thought she would be, annoyed at having her diversion taken away. Deeply, profoundly sad. How was that possible? There was no way their relationship could have become so important that soon, but the evidence was all there in black and white. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Weiss look so pained.
That wasn’t true. She could remember. When they lost their mother.
With a passing comment about leaving Weiss alone for a moment, she left the room continue her duties. First thing was first, report Yang's resignation to their father and begin the search for a new full-time bodyguard. All I’s dotted, all T’s crossed. Winter was a professional and she would make sure everything was done right the first time.
But why, after being so certain for so long, did she now feel like she might have made a huge mistake?
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White Noise	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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White Noise