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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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Warning: near-violence in this bit.

=Chapter 3
Following the music store - where Weiss bought a copy of her own album to sign for Ruby, which nearly made the excitable girl faint yet again - they had to be on their way. Ruby hugged both of them tearfully, and they promised to see her again soon.
The bike ride down the coast was exhilarating. Yang revved the engine and sent them barrelling along at top speed, and although Weiss did protest at first, neither of them could hear each other anyway. She was forced to simply cling to the taller girl's midsection and enjoy the ride.
And enjoy it she did. Weiss found herself minding the arrangement less and less. Yang was quite muscled, and against her will, she enjoyed feeling that through her shirt. Not having had many chances to be this close with anyone, it was somehow comforting, reassuring - and in a private corner of her mind, she began to let go of that resentment of her father's insistence on this particular bodyguard. A sassy blonde girl was far preferable to some stiff man in a suit who wouldn't let her go anywhere or do anything fun – even if she could be a little bit of a jerk sometimes.
Just as the sun was setting, they pulled into Los Angeles traffic, and opted to stow the bike in the trailer behind their tour bus and complete the journey in one vehicle - mostly because LA traffic was too noisy to truly enjoy a motorcycle ride much. That gave Weiss an opportunity to fix her hair a bit, and Yang a chance to more properly pack away her new clothing.
By the time they arrived at the sprawling arena, the rest of Weiss's crew were on the scene, and she and Yang were whisked off to her dressing room. They set about changing her clothes and doing her makeup and hair immediately, so practiced in their efficiency they looked like a well-oiled pit crew.
"The life of the rich and famous," Yang commented, taking a seat in the back of the room to keep out of Weiss and the makeup artists' way. She had donned the outfit she had on in the store, along with a pair of yellow tinted shades they had picked up in the last five minutes. All in all, she really did look like a bodyguard fit for a pop star. Stylish, yet intimidating.
Still, she continued to watch them plaster Weiss with more than enough for the show. Eventually, she quipped, "Say, could you guys do me afterwards? I always hate putting on my face in the morning."
"If one of them volunteers, that's fine by me," Weiss snorted. "Their job isn't to work on anyone else, though."
"I wouldn't mind doing it," said the girl with shoulder-length green hair. "You're pretty cute - just need some definition in the cheekbones, maybe."
As she lowered her shades to give a sly wink, she spoke in a slightly lower tone, "When Madame Weiss is on stage, we’ll have three hours to kill. I can give you a closer look, if you'd like."
At first, she said, "Oh, that'd be-" Then, she seemed to catch on. "Um... well, I don't know..." A slight blush formed on her cheeks.
"Don't know what?" Weiss asked distractedly as she looked at herself in a compact, turning it this way and that.
"She doesn't know if she wants a closer look at my cheek bones or not. But I guess that depends if she wants to view them as a professional or as-"
"As what?" A particularly stern voice asked. The source was just entering the room behind two more security staff: a tall, white-haired woman whose expensive-looking glasses were perched at the end of her perfect nose. In her arms she held a large tablet, with plenty of documents loaded up – including security and media information.
"Go on, Miss Xiao Long; what were you going to say?"
"O-oh!" the green-haired girl gasped, the blush deepening even more. This was very flattering against her darker skin, but it was still easy to feel sorry for her being so nervous. "Miss Schnee! We didn't think you would be here for this performance!"
As if she was trying to brush the woman's very existence away, she went straight back to scrolling on her tablet mid-way through her sentence, making a slight wincing sound at one of the figures. "Oh, father thought it appropriate to send me, with this being the first tour since the incident. He wanted me to make sure that not too many paparazzi get through, but it looks like there's far too many for me to keep them all out." Then she looked to Yang with a smirk. "But I'm sure when you're through flirting with someone actually doing their job, you can handle that, right?"
"Flirting?" Weiss asked in a haughty voice. "Wow, sounds like you're very out of practice if you think what Yang was doing qualifies. That's just her playful sense of humour." She did purse her lips before saying, "Such that it is."
"O-oh, I wasn't uncomfortable," the make-up girl lied, waving a hand. "And I didn't take it seriously!"
Completely uninterested, Winter simply kept scrolling away through more info, letting out a simple, "Of course not" before she turned back to Weiss again. "So you've got MTV, of course, TMZ, and I think I saw Lisa Lavender out there. Photographers waiting by the bus for when you come out. But I'm sure Miss Xiao Long can handle it without punching anyone in the face this time, correct?"
"Of course she can!" Weiss snapped irritably, turning from the chair where two other girls were putting the finishing touches on her eyelashes. They apparently were practiced in pulling away suddenly due to Weiss's outbursts, so they wouldn't have to start over. "And she shouldn't be the only one out there watching my back! Isn't security in place?"
"Oh it is, but I just wanted to let you know in advance. You know how strict father is and how he would truly hate for there to be photos out there that he hasn't authorised."
That snide comment was the final straw. No longer was Yang going to simply sit around and take the constant abuse and negativity. "Excuse me, but you haven't even told me your name – yet you're making out I'm gonna fail miserably. You don't even know me."
Before she could respond, Weiss scoffed, "Oh, that's just my sister, Winter. She likes to believe the world will stop turning if she isn't blowing it along on its course with all of her hot air."
Winter Schnee pursed her lips for a moment at her thunder being stolen by her little sister. Attempting to recover, she sighed and said, "Need I remind you I'm the one who booked all the venues in California in the first place? You wouldn't even have a tour if it wasn't for me."
"Except the tour goes all over. And Cali's just one state." When Yang gained an unimpressed look from the elder Schnee sister, she smugly pushed her shades back on fully, leaning right back in her chair to relax. "Besides, I got just the thing to keep those photos out. You'll be so glad I took media studies."
"You- wait, you took media studies?" Weiss asked.
"Yeah, I thought your father mentioned it when you first came in? But anyway, the trick is, if you hold up your middle finger until you're in safety, the pictures become unusable on conventional media and a lot of kid-friendly social media. So, if I shield Weiss while giving them the finger, they'll get nothing. Problem solved!"
"That sounds like a very... immature solution." Winter had finally looked up from her tablet, giving Yang her full attention for the first time in their whole encounter. "We'd prefer no pictures at all, not pictures of you looking like you're a brute." But the instant she said that, she remembered. "Oh, wait. Your first day..."
Folding her arms, Weiss sighed and waited for the other shoe to drop. "Alright, Winter, alright. What about her first day?"
"Dad told me she socked someone in the face? Hardly professional. That sounds more like the actions of some boy barely out of puberty than a woman."
Usually Yang would be able to retort instantly, but that comment seemed to suddenly steal her breath. And she did something that Weiss had been trying to make her do for weeks; shut up.
Was Yang actually offended by that comment? The pop star’s eyes were pulled to the blonde instantly, trying to figure out why she looked more crestfallen than angry. It must have really hit her in the gut for some reason. But why? The images of her and Ruby as small, tomboyish children came to mind; maybe she had been teased a lot when she was smaller for not being ladylike enough, and this was bringing those emotions back to the surface.
"Don't you have someone else's day to ruin?" she blustered at her sister. "There's probably a sound check technician who still actually enjoys life - go hang around him until he wants to jump off a building."
"Funny you should say that, since sound check is in five minutes. So I suppose I should attend that. Good luck, anyway." And as she left with a sarcastic wave, she stopped just as she got to the door, looking back toward the bodyguard, who still appeared wounded by her earlier comment. "Oh, and try not to make a spectacle of yourself."
Once she left, Yang seemed to just look to one side rather than snap back to her normal self, not even sparing a "what a bitch" comment. But with the shades covering her eyes, it was difficult to read her expression. Weiss let the makeup girls finish up their thing, and then stood and straightened the sleeves of her sequined jacket, letting it drape over the white tube top that barely covered her skin.
"Thank you," she told them in a business-like tone. "Lovely work, as always. If you ladies could step outside for a few minutes, please?" The makeup girls began filing out, with the green-haired one shooting an uncertain glance at Yang once before she did. Then they were alone again, and Weiss shut the door firmly.
"Are you alright?"
Jumping slightly in her skin, she looked over to Weiss once she realised she was being spoken to. Seemed she had actually zoned out at some point between Winter's comments and current events. Looking back to her client again, she forced a quick smile.
"Y-yeah, fine. Why?"
"Because you're doing a pretty good impression of someone who isn't." Then she shrugged. "I'm on in a few minutes. If you have anything you want to talk about, it's either now, or in a few hours."
At first, she remained silent for a moment, and then took a deep breath. It really did seem as though she was going to say something of importance, until she just let herself sigh, "Nah, it's nothing. Go do your show. The venue’s team will have you covered, so I'll keep myself busy in the bus for a while."
"Really? You mean you don't want to stay offstage and watch it from behind the scenes?"
She was chiding her, of course; they had already played a few dates, and she expected Yang to be tired of seeing it already. Managing to force out a small laugh, she looked back toward Weiss again with a more genuine smile, scratching the top of her head. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I might Skype with Ruby if she's free or something."
"Fair enough; sister-time is important." Then she pulled a face as she strode toward the door. "Well, it is when you have a sister like Ruby, anyway. Other times, not so much."
Then they were strolling down the hallway toward the throng of press waiting to snap a few pictures or ask a few questions. Weiss was the picture of poise and grace, striding on her glittery heels and hips swishing like a runway model. Her face was a mask of calm and detachment, not betraying any emotion.
In contrast to the grace that Weiss had, there was Yang. Still dressed in her somewhat rough clothing, still with the shades covering her eyes. And doing just what Winter thought was immature. She followed Weiss very closely, both arms outstretched, displaying her middle finger at everyone present. Even the few security guards who were there to make sure she got on stage safely were left confused by her actions. But judging by the annoyed grunts from the photographers, it was working.
Had it been any other bodyguard, they would have tried to shield Weiss with a blanket, or a jacket, or even themselves. Even if sometimes Yang was immature, brash and too flirty for her own good; she wasn't stupid. This way, she was doing her job without invading Weiss's personal space, showing her more respect than anyone else would.
Weiss noticed the groans and disappointed people dropping their cameras, but paid it no mind until they were around the corner. Then she turned back and whispered harshly, "Did you do the thing?"
"Oh, I did the thing." She grinned straight back, continuing to do it as they walked around the corner, making sure no one could follow them as she closed the door behind them.
That was the first load of paparazzi done with, though there would only be more once the show was finished. Now that they were in the relative quiet of backstage, she stopped her from going any further forward, only to slightly adjust her necklace. Even small details like that, no bodyguard would be concerned about.
"Well, now all TMZ will be able to talk about is Weiss's bodyguard who is… obscene." The adjusting of her necklace gave her pause, and she glanced up at Yang curiously. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"It was lopsided; I was just tryin' to make sure you look good. Not that you need my help."
Now that she was satisfied with how it looked, she stepped back to look at the whole outfit. She couldn't deny it; even if the makeup took forever and the outfit wasn't at all practical for real situations, Weiss looked stunning. Not just aesthetically pleasing, but attractive beyond all reason. Enough to bring a slight redness to Yang's cheeks.
"O-okay. You're good."
For once, however, Weiss was not entirely unperturbed by the closeness of her bodyguard. Perhaps it had been the long drive down on the back of her motorcycle, pressed right up against her strong back. Perhaps it was unrelated. Either way, Yang stepping back broke the spell, but she was still shaken.
"Thank you," she breathed. "Do I really look okay?"
"Always." But immediately, she shook her head. "I-I mean, for them! You're gonna knock 'em dead."
Why did that praise come so naturally? In fact, why on earth had she blushed in the first place?! This made no sense; only that morning, she was arguing with Weiss about every topic possible, and now she was unable to control her blush around her?
"You too," Weiss said with a slight nod. "I mean... why did I say that? You aren't performing tonight! Nobody cares how you look!" Then she cringed and hurried to add, "But you look good! Fine! You look fine!"
Nervously laughing, she lowered her shades a little more, giving a sly wink. "Just go do your sound check. I'll be back at the bus for a while."
"Precisely! Have fun!" Turning around, and still wondering why she had told Yang to "have fun" on the bus, she tromped off toward the sound booth, trying to bat away the stray thoughts. She had a show to put on.
And as she ventured out onto the stage, Yang found herself staring. Staring for far longer than she would have yesterday. Over the course of a simple coffee, mall trip and motorbike journey, Yang had seen an entirely new side to the diva. She saw a woman who treated someone she barely knew with so much kindness, even if they had no idea how to talk to her in the beginning. Someone who bought her an entirely new outfit for the sake of it. No one had treated her that well for a long, long time.
And yet, as she watched Weiss dance away, she felt that damn blush crawling back into her features, her heart rate steadily increasing. What was this she was feeling for her?
I can't. She's a girl. We're both normal straight women. This would just ruin everything!
The words Winter spouted off carelessly earlier had still left their mark. If it was anything else, she wouldn't have taken it to heart, and it wouldn't have had her second-guessing every last interaction. But now...
Now, as she headed back to the bus alone, she sighed. Backstage was no place to think about that further.

At last, Weiss was back in the dressing room, getting rid of her mic and having her makeup retouched. Then one or two fans with backstage passes were ushered in, allowed to take pictures with her and ask a few questions, which she would either answer or politely deflect. After signing whatever merchandise they had along with them, she said "Nice meeting you" and made her way out the rear exit.
"Whew," she breathed wearily. "I'll be so glad to have a nice, hot bath."
“Want me to scrub your back?” Yang joked.
“Ha, ha.”
She and Yang were just about to make their way back to the bus for the night when the stern voice of Winter could be heard again. "Oh, Miss Xiao Long?" When Yang turned, she was stood in the doorway, wiggling a finger in an attempt to lure her closer. "Could you please come here a moment? I have a few questions before you head to the next location."
Yang spared a glance at Weiss; the bus wasn’t far. “Fine,” she sighed as she relented.
Weiss didn't really notice; she was too exhausted, and too used to not having a bodyguard in the first place. She simply continued on her way across the small parking lot toward the welcoming arms of her vehicle.
Until she was stopped short unexpectedly. By the point of a knife held up toward her throat.
"Don't make a fucking sound." The taller, well-built man in the white mask was speaking low enough that no one else would hear. Even without a knife, this wasn't someone to mess around with, but as he slowly approached her, keeping the knife held high toward her face, he began to circle slowly behind her, beginning to cut off her retreat. "You're coming with me. No tricks, no games, or I swear to god..."
Instantly, Weiss felt as if she would faint much the way Ruby had. Her pulse was thundering in her neck, her palms beginning to dampen. Her head swam. This was something that had happened several times in her nightmares, but during the waking hours, she had always felt safe - even after the pictures came out. After all, a handful of photographs couldn't truly harm her.
This man, however, could. And he probably would if she didn't do exactly as he said. Raising her hands slowly, she whispered, "Are… are you out of your mind? Do you know who I am?"
"Of course I do. Why do you think I'm doing this? Now get moving, toward the back of the parking lot. The red van." He was behind her at that point, holding the knife outward, threatening to jab her in the back.
"Okay!" Weiss breathed shakily. "Okay, I... just relax, don't hurt me! You won't get anything if you do!" And she began to walk forward, albeit at a slow pace.
"Y'wanna risk that, sweet cheeks? Hurry up!" It was him that was shouting this time, not knowing it would attract the wrong kinds of attention. That or he didn't care; he was too worried about leading her away from the bus. And didn't hear the frantic footsteps heading their way.
"Alright, alright!" she snapped irritably. "You're the most impolite kidnapper I've ever met, do you know that?!"
"With that attitude I'll be the last one you ever- OOF!"
Suddenly the man was out from behind her completely, falling flat on his side, followed by a mess of blonde hair. Yang! Yang had made it back in time to stop the madness! While he was dazed, she quickly shuffled up to force the knife out of his hand, only to bend his arm right into his back, making him yell out again when it got to the right angle.
"Uncle! Uncle! Fucking hell, that hurts!"
Shaking, Weiss turned slowly to look at the scene, still irrationally afraid of the knife even though she could hear that the thug was on the ground. When she saw Yang grinding his face into the pavement, she finally allowed herself to breathe again.
"Fucking good! It better hurt!" Yang continued to hold the captor in said position with one of her arms, reaching to her cell with another. A simple few clicks later and she returned it to her pocket, having told security to come to the scene. In that time, she didn't spare Weiss a glance. She only called out to her, "Get back to the bus! I'll catch up once this guy's put away!"
Nodding numbly, Weiss dashed toward the safety of her bus. It wasn't far, and once she got there she flung the door open and slammed it shut.
Paranoia set in. She walked through the entire floor plan of her vehicle, making absolutely sure there was not another soul on board. When she was finally satisfied, she threw herself into one of the couches in the living room, allowing her silvery heels to clatter to the floor as she drew her knees up under her chin, clutching them tight.
Twenty minutes later, the door began to rattle slightly, obvious signs someone was trying it. And then there was a distinct noise of something going into the lock. Someone was coming in!
But when it swung open, yet again it was the mess of blonde hair. The very same that had tackled her kidnapper into submission, held him still until she could make her escape. Yang. The first day when Weiss had ordered Yang to punch someone, it was choice. She had numerous options and no pressure for any of them. This was the first time Yang had to act on her instincts alone, and she did by flinging herself at the man in question. Even at the risk of winding up on the wrong end of that knife.
But that didn't matter now. All that mattered to her was Weiss's mental state, which, when she looked up to see her curled up on the couch, didn’t seem to be great. Locking the door behind her, she leaned back against it. She didn't want to go any closer until her say so.
"Did he get a chance to hurt you?"
All Weiss could do was shake her head. She didn't trust herself to speak, to move. Now she was worried that moving a single inch would mean putting herself in danger again. It was irrational, but then again, so was driving into a parking lot in a red van and trying to kidnap some random pop star. None of it made a shred of sense.
"Good, that’s… that’s good." Yang's voice was as quiet as a whisper. Never did she think she would see the diva like this; hiding away, too scared to speak or even do anything at all. But then again, it was a perfectly understandable response. "Okay if I come closer?"
She was asking before doing anything at all now. As long as it was to show Weiss she was going to help put her at ease, she was willing to do it. Even if it was something as stupid as sitting near her. But Weiss nodded. As Yang shuffled closer, her hands clamped down tighter on her shins and her pedicured toes curled in on themselves, but she never spoke out that Yang shouldn't approach, never stopped her.
Unlike previous times, when she would use another chair if Weiss had taken the sofa, she sat on the sofa with her, shuffling right to one side so as to give her more than enough room there if she needed it, but also the choice to get closer by her own means. This was something she had no idea how to react to, how to properly speak to her about. Was there even a correct method?
"He's not gonna be coming back, okay?" Yang reassured, tilting her head in an attempt to see her eyes. "Last I saw he was being pushed into a cop car, and I'd say he's going away for a while."
There was so much Weiss wanted to say. To scream. To demand of both Yang and the evil creep being taken to the police station. Instead, all she asked was, "Are the security cameras outside in working order?"
That question shocked Yang. After all this, she was just going to go about business as usual? Was that even possible? Nonetheless, she nodded. "They are. And there's gonna be a couple of security guards keeping watch over the place tonight. We're gonna try and keep this out of the public view to avoid any copycats."
"But you got him on tape, didn't you? Got that… that criminal on the tape, didn't you? Tell me they have the tape!" By now, she was shaking slightly, but she was still curled into a tight ball, still had fingernails stabbing into the perfect white skin of her calves.
She froze completely. What was about to come was an answer she knew Weiss would hate, one that filled her enough with dread, let alone what it would do the victim. "We don't know. You two were a fair distance from the bus when it happened, so… they’re gonna have to take a look at it first."
A sound like a dog whining after being struck floated out of the diva as she trembled more and more. "UGH! What good are they?! Wh-what's the point of even having cameras if they... if they don't help me?! This should be over! We should have video evidence of him trying to do this, and now, you and I are going to have to go into court, and testify - and maybe my stupid sister, if she could keep her eyes open long enough to actually notice something happening for once! And this isn't going to be over... this... this isn't going to be o- over!"
"Weiss, Weiss!" Yang called up, this time leaning in herself to put her hands on either of her shoulders to catch her attention. Once sure she had it, she rubbed one reassuringly, tilting her head. She couldn't begin to understand what she was feeling, but was willing to try. "It'll be over before you know it. Nobody will even have to go to court, probably. Everything’s gonna be fine."
The feel of Yang's hands on her shoulders helped ground her, even though the delayed panic was still thriving in her chest. Struggling to thrash its way free. One of her hands came up and fisted hard on Yang's jacket sleeve, pulling her closer.
"You... Yang, I can't believe what you did, I- you were like a superhero, you ran up behind us..." Her voice faded and she shook for a few seconds, staring into her violet eyes, her own finally beginning to fill with tears. "And I've been such a horrible, awful bitch to you since you started, and you still..."
"Doesn't matter," she told her honestly, continuing to stroke one of her shoulders to try and calm her down. She wanted Weiss to be in control of how close she was, not budging from her spot even if she wanted to hug the poor pop princess. "It's my job to protect you. And I nearly failed. If anyone should be sorry, it's me."
Weiss's eyes flew wide with disbelief at this self-effacing reaction of Yang's. "What?! Are you kidding?! You... no one else was around, not a single other person was going to lift a finger to help me - and you were there, you did your job! Who cares if it was a few seconds later than you wished it was?! At most jobs, you get to be up to five minutes late, don't you?!"
"Yeah, when you're arriving, maybe. Not when you're already on duty and are supposed to be escorting your client. I should have told Winter to shove it and stayed by you until you went to bed."
Although that made her remember; sleeping arrangements. There was a small, private bedding area toward the back of the bus which Weiss claimed as her own, but should there ever be an intruder, it would be the first place they'd look. It may make Weiss feel worse.
Patting her shoulder, she asked, "Did you want to go get that bath? I can set up the sofa-bed in here for you to have tonight."
"Huh? The sofa-bed?" That offer startled Weiss. "Set up for... I'm sorry, I must be tired. Why would I sleep here instead of in the back?"
"In case you aren't comfortable alone back there. But you're more than welcome to if you still want to. It's your call." The platinum blonde glanced over her shoulder at her bedchambers. It was one of the few sanctuaries she had left - and even that had been invaded, once. The locks on the bus had already been changed, but would that really keep a determined creep like that photographer out forever?
"I... I don't know," she breathed, her hand resting in the crook of Yang's elbow absent-mindedly. "Where would you sleep if I did? In my bed?"
She shrugged her shoulders, looking over toward her things that she'd stored one side the room. A sleeping bag, clothes, and a few pillows. "I'll sleep on the floor by you. It's only for a few nights, right?"
Suddenly, her heart was hammering for a different reason. Maybe it was childish, but suddenly she had a fleeting vision in the back of her mind, one she had tried to erase entirely: Bible camp. Late nights spent throwing pillows at each other, sneaking out to swim in the lake, swapping Twizzlers for Oreos… all gone. Shattered when her friends all abandoned her over what amounted to splitting theological hairs.
"Can..." The one word made her feel stupid all by itself, without any of the others that were meant to follow. What was she asking? She buried her face in her free hand, rubbing at her moist eyes.
"Hey, don't leave me yangin' here." A really inappropriate pun. Finally, she let a little smile out as she released the woman's shoulders, still trying to keep eye contact with her as best she could. "Come on, what's up?"
"It's dumb."
"Doesn't matter. Try me."
"Can you stay up with me for a while? Talk to me?" Her face crumpled in on itself, and her voice became so uncharacteristically quiet that her words could barely be understood. "If I use the word 'slumber party,' you'll laugh. I don't want to be laughed at… and I don't know why I'm telling you that."
But that only made Yang's eyebrows raise. Even if what she had done just proved that she was worthy of the bodyguard role, in the bus, she didn't seem to mind forgetting it entirely; putting it to one side and treating Weiss as one of her friends instead. One of very few. And she wanted to have a slumber party with her. For reasons unknown to Weiss, that warmed her heart to hear more than a lot of things, and made her begin to smile with joy.
"Only if you let me tell you something dumb first."
For a moment, Weiss's eyes lit up as if it were Christmas morning. The answer had been completely unexpected; she was waiting to be ridiculed, or at least told that the idea was juvenile. But she recovered quickly, blinking a few times to speed it along. "What? Go ahead."
"I've, uh… never been to a slumber party before."
"You haven't?!" Her head jerked back in surprise. "But... what about with Ruby? I mean, I know you aren't the same age, but I just assumed..."
She shook her head, running a hand through her bangs nervously again. "Nah. I slept in the other room away from the girls when they had theirs. It's just how it was back then. But when things started to change I was too old really to invite anyone to that."
The pop star looked completely crestfallen. "Oh no! Is it because of your unfortunate wardrobe choices back then? Because Ruby showed me the pictures, it's... that's not any reason to exclude you!"
"She showed you pi-"
Now it was her turn to have the fearful expression in her eyes, which were now as wide as they could be. To anyone else, it would be embarrassing to hear, but Yang’s reaction wasn’t embarrassment. She was horrified. "S-she... I… I didn't know s-she'd…"
"Don't worry, they weren't that bad." But when her assurance didn't seem to put a dent in Yang's fear, she scooted forward and cupped her cheek. "Yang? Hey- hey, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Sorry," she began, having to swallow the lump forming in the back of her throat. But to no avail. She still looked terrified as she pushed ahead, "Just really don't like the photos of me back then. I w-wasn't who I am now; I was completely different. And now I… Oh, you don't get it..."
Frowning, Weiss tried to understand where Yang was coming from, but she was right; she didn't get it. So she made her best guess. "Ruby… wasn't supposed to show me that, was she?" Sighing shakily, she pulled Yang in and embraced her hard. "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. This hasn't been a good night… I'm sorry."
"No, you- Listen, you've got nothing to be sorry about. And neither does Ruby. It’s all good." But when she was pulled in for a hug, she remained there for quite a while, allowing her arms to drape around the diva as she hugged right back, beginning to nuzzle her head against her neck on pure instinct.
The first couple of times, Weiss felt the nuzzling and was able to ignore it. They were doing something neither of them had much recent practice with, after all - especially her. But then eventually she grew aware, and felt her pulse quicken slightly. Lips and nose grazing her neck skin, even this fiercely instead of teasingly on purpose, sent a thrill of butterflies into her stomach.
Why? Why did she always seem to feel this way around Yang lately? It was almost as if she were waiting for something more to happen. But that was preposterous. What more could happen than had already happened that night?
"Thank you," she finally told herself to say, and succeeded. "For saving me, and for staying with me afterward. Best bodyguard ever."
Pulling herself out of her neck again, the blonde smiled softly, finally getting herself out of the hug to look into her eyes again. Both of them had experienced enough fear and done enough growing for today, or so she figured. "You're being nice to me, stop it. That's weird."
Though the diva pursed her lips, it was in a much more bemused way. "Fine! Maybe I will!" But in the end, all she did was stand up from the couch - and nearly stumble from treading on her own shoes. "OOP! Oh, shoot..."
But she had used Yang's shoulder to steady herself, without even questioning where her hand was. Then she sighed, "Very well, if we are going to begin our… ‘slumber party’, I'll go run my bath. Would you mind grabbing me some pyjamas?"
Rolling her eyes and wearing a smug smile again, she got back to her feet, quickly running her hands down her shorts to straighten them back out a little. "Sure, I guess I can make that part of my bodyguard duty. You want a decaf nightcap waiting for you?"
"No thank you, Jeeves," she snorted, rubbing her face on her way to the bathroom. "But… seriously, thank you. I don't know… I don't want to think about what would have..."
Shaking her head, she simply ceased talking as she left. Neither of them knew what else to say. Yang stood numbly for a moment, gazing around at their surroundings. And then right away she got to work, collapsing away the tables and other smaller chairs to make it presentable for the diva's return.
But as she made the perpetrations, she could only keep thinking on it to herself. What if, indeed? What if she was a few minutes longer and ended up having to chase the van on her bike? Or if she never even saw it at all? Of course, she'd be fired for a start, but that was the least of her concerns. After today, she knew for sure that she actually cared for her.
Maybe beyond simple friendship. But that was equally upsetting! Some guard I am, she thought to herself as she pulled out the mattress, entering the sleeping quarters to fetch the plush pillows, her pyjamas and thick quilts. So far, all you've done is get there too late, and now you're maybe crushing on her? You really are no better than a dude in a suit.
That last thought had her stopping completely. Not again. While Yang wasn't usually one to dwell, those such thoughts were her Achilles heel. What was worse was that Weiss seemed to have no idea – even after seeing pictures of her as a child. She had nowhere to vent it to. Laying out the pyjamas on the bed, she merely sat herself down on the only remaining chair to wait, leaning right back against the wall and staring up at the ceiling.
When Weiss reappeared, it was with a towel draped around her middle, tucked into itself and snugly in place. Seemed she had taken extra care to make sure it wouldn't slip down. "Sorry that took so long," she began as she picked up her pj bottoms. "For some reason, I kept spacing out, and there w..."
But around that time, she noticed Yang was snoring quietly. Slumped over against the pillow, legs dangling off the sofa-bed as if she had been sitting up and slowly fell to her side as she became unable to remain awake, the brute no longer looked so brutish in that state.
"What a fabulous bodyguard you are," she muttered under her breath. Then her conscience got the better of her. "And... I know it sounded like it, but that's not sarcasm. You’re fantastic."
Once the bottoms were in place, she found herself turning her back to Yang as she dropped the towel and picked up the shirt. Why? Obviously, the blonde was fast asleep - and they were both women, anyway. There was no rational reason for her to feel this level of modesty was necessary, and yet she still remained turned away until her silky soft blue shirt was in place around her body.
That did nothing to keep her heart calm as she slid under the sheets next to Yang. Having her nearby didn't calm her down, not exactly... but it did make her feel far safer than if she'd been in the bus alone. Part of her worried about how comfortable Yang might be, but she didn't want to wake her up by moving her.
She did stir, anyway. Weiss braced herself to be yelled at for presuming too much – even if her intentions were innocent, she should have asked! But Yang only muttered, “Wha…?”
"Goodnight, hero," she whispered in the direction of the mass of yellow hair before she rolled over to face the other way. She wouldn't fall asleep for another half an hour, but the fear that refused to entirely vanish felt more tolerable this way. Now that she wasn't alone.
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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