Princess and The Dragons | By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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=Chapter 3
“Thief.”
Yang snorted as they leaned against the row of lockers the following morning. “I’ll give it back eventually. And hey, it’s not like I’m gonna wear one slipper or sell it or whatever.”
“Bet you didn’t even bring it to school,” Weiss accused.
“It’s in my saddlebag. Hand to God.”
“Well… fine. But I still don’t know what you wanted with it. Nobody keeps an old slipper as a souvenir.”
“Didn’t look old to me,” she laughed. “Brand new, like most of everything you own. Do you even know what the inside of a flea market looks like?”
Weiss tilted her head. “What kind of market?”
“Never mind. Besides, maybe I just really want the chance to put it back on you myself, like in Cinderella. Except backwards, since you’re already a princess, and I’m the peasant.”
For some reason, this comparison pleased Weiss, and she found herself smiling devilishly to match the one in Yang’s features. “Maybe I’ll put it on you instead, since that’s how the story goes. Though it probably won’t fit.”
“You saying I have huge feet?”
“I’m saying mine are small. That’s it; no insult intended, Miss Dragon.”
They were both laughing when the rest of the Dragons came up to surround them. Though her pulse ticked up and she fell silent, she somehow didn’t feel nearly as threatened as the afternoon before, when she was facing them alone. In such a short time, she had reclassified Yang as her ally instead of one of them.
“Well, well,” Emerald said with a huge grin. “You two are getting along famously.”
“Yeah,” Yang said shortly. “Were you invited to this sock hop?”
Cinder’s hand raised to block their line of sight to each other briefly. “Now, now, no in-fighting. We can all have our turn with Little Miss Muffet here; no need to cut in line in front of our fearless leader.”
“So, is this what you do?” Weiss asked Cinder, secretly proud of herself because her voice wasn’t shaking. “Pick random girls and pass them around from Dragon to Dragon?”
“Nah,” Yang answered for her. “Though it’s happened once or twice with some of us.”
“Velvet,” Coco sighed dreamily, and Emerald giggled. “That was a fun night.”
“Oh my GOSH,” Weiss said under her breath, face colouring. She regretted bringing it up.
“Hey, I kept my hands off Coco’s bunny rabbit,” Yang protested with her hand raised. “Though I did drive her home after Cinder was through with her.”
The flame-eyed flirt shrugged, a carefully-executed action that went along with her casual tone of voice. Both of which were designed to offset her words. “She dared me to break her. I succeeded. Why do people always complain when I give them exactly what they want?”
“Break her?” Weiss asked.
“Yes.” Her hand began to graze up and down Weiss’s bicep, but Yang pushed it off; she was silently grateful. “The girl got to enjoy sweetness with the others, but I could tell she wanted to be a willing slave to an absolute authority. I offered, she said ‘yes’, and we tried it.”
“And she cried all the way home,” Yang rebutted.
“But she came back for more, didn’t she?” No one answered, and Cinder’s smile widened. “I rest my case.”
“The second session had her swearing you off for good so she could heal properly,” Coco fired at her with folded arms. “That rests the case for you.”
Though she still had no idea what exactly being a ‘slave’ entailed, Weiss decided she was better off not knowing. Instead, she decided to address something else. “Well, I won’t be the communal harlot for you hooligans. Please keep your hands to yourself.”
“No promises,” both Cinder and Emerald said at the same time. Coco laughed.
“Yes, promises,” Yang told them pointedly. “If she comes for you later and changes her mind, you can get all excited. Till then, be good girls, okay?”
“Will you stop discussing whether or not I’m going to be your trollop as if I’m not even here?!” Weiss piped up.
“Sorry,” Blake offered her, patting her shoulder. Yang’s eyebrow twitched, but she seemed to decide the touch posed no threat. “Don’t worry, they’re just teasing.”
“Well…” Cinder said noncommittally.
Weiss turned to stare at Blake dead in the eyes. “So, you want the same thing? To kiss me, and… and do other unspeakable things? Even though your leader has already expressed interest? Is that just how the Dragons do things?”
“Schnee… I would make you see stars.” The others hooted and hollered, even though Blake wasn’t joining in; just staring dead even at her. Those hypnotic amber orbs seemed to draw her in, almost as badly as Yang’s intense violet irises or the burning embers of Cinder. “Just because I’m polite enough to let you and Yang work things out without my interference doesn’t mean I’m less interested - or less skilled.”
“Wh… wha…?”
“But Yang has staked her claim.” She gestured to the leader, who had not been laughing along with the others, even if she was grinning darkly while watching Weiss struggle with her own feelings on this topic. “She gets first crack at seeing if you’re into her, and I’m not going to do anything to stand in the way. So both of you would have to give your blessing before I start sniffing around your skirt.”
“Thank you, Belladonna,” Yang said in a falsely official tone, bowing slightly to her. Blake also bowed, and they both laughed a little.
“This is insane,” Weiss breathed, staring around at all of them. “You’re just so… casual about it all. Do my feelings mean nothing to you?”
It was Cinder who answered. “They mean everything. We want to make you feel really, really good.”
“But we’re not going to do it against your will,” Emerald assured her. “Just tease you a little. I mean, lighten up! They’re only words. Well, words and maybe a pat on the butt here and there.”
“I’m not even all that interested,” Coco confessed. “You’re cute, but I’ve got my hands full with Fox and Velvet.”
“Eww, boys,” Emerald said in an overly juvenile tone.
“Aren’t you dating Mercury?” Yang asked.
“Well, yeah, but only because he really knows his way around a girl’s-”
A loud clearing of a throat pulled all their attention around. There stood Miss Goodwitch, hands at the hips of her prudish floor-length skirt and glasses catching the light to make her look even more menacing.
“Haven’t I told you girls not to congregate here?”
“Sorry, Teach,” Yang said with a snort. “Just trying to keep out of the way of all these students thirsty for knowledge.”
“Move along to class. The bell will ring soon, and I don’t want to have to see you in detention again.”
As Weiss turned her wrist to check her watch, astonished to see that they really would be late if they didn’t hurry, Blake said, “We will.”
“Good.” As she turned away, she finally caught sight of Weiss there and started, blinking several times before she found her voice again. “Miss Schnee?!”
“Yes?”
It took the disappointed teacher a few seconds to recover from her shock. Her glasses had nearly slipped down her nose, and she caught them with a finger before they could fall off. “You… really ought to be more discerning in the company you keep. I hope not to see you hanging around these hooligans again.”
The others snickered a little. Weiss knew the reason was that she had used that exact term to refer to the Dragons scant minutes ago. Smiling as sweetly as she could, she said, “I was hoping to be a positive influence on them, Miss Goodwitch. After all, if we give up on them, they’ll never know any better.”
The laughing got louder, but Weiss kept her face entirely serious. The teacher rolled her eyes and stormed off, muttering some variety of curses under her breath.
“Wow, that was slick,” Yang laughed. “Her blonde bun is wound too tight.”
“I tried,” Weiss said, slumping slightly as a couple of hands patted her on the back. “But I feel bad for lying to her. Especially because I have a feeling you’re going to rub off on me a lot more than I rub off on you.”
“Or maybe we’ll just rub you,” Cinder purred, and even while a couple of them giggled afresh, she held up a hand to forestall Yang’s reprimand. “I kid, I kid. Well… not really, but I’m also not going to cross any boundaries you don’t want crossed.”
“That’s the best you’ll get from her,” Blake sighed, still patting her in sympathy. “I suggest you feel relief.”
Against her better judgment, Weiss was almost becoming comfortable with this group of ruffians. Now that she had been assured their lewd remarks were only remarks and nothing more, she saw no sense in acting overly offended. And they seemed to have their own variety of fun that was liberating; societal trappings and labels didn’t bother them. Maybe having a wider circle of friends wouldn’t be so bad.
Pyrrha didn’t seem to agree with that assessment quite so readily.
“So now you're okay with them all wanting to… to defile you?”
“NO!” Weiss hissed at her, glancing around at the study hall to see if anyone else was paying them any attention. Satisfied they weren't, she went on, “All I meant was, having a group of girls who like other girls telling me I'm attractive is… well, after getting over the fact that they're women…”
“You're flattered. I do understand that part, kind of. But now you sound like you enjoy talking to them!”
She raised her pencil as if it were her index finger. “I find it interesting. They're just very different from the other students, and… it's not in a bad way. Well, the lewdness is, but there seems to be more to the Dragons than just lewdness and violence.”
“Such as?” When Weiss gave an annoyed sigh, she added, “That wasn't meant to sound dismissive; I don't know them so I'm genuinely curious.”
“I'll tell you when I figure it out. Again, not being dismissive.”
They both shared a small smile. Then the teacher shushed them and they got back to work.
That afternoon, Yang waited for her outside the locker room, hands stuffed into her pockets and boot tip tapping against the floor. Her lips pulled into a slow grin when she noticed her approach.
“Gonna get you…”
“Stop,” she laughed, and Yang laughed with her. “So I'm beginning to believe you really aren't pulling my leg. Mind you, I'm still not quite sure about you, but…”
The smug grin was a little infuriating. “But?”
“But I'm willing to try hanging out with you a little more.” To keep from having to think too hard about how surprised Yang looked, in spite of her grin, she hurried to add, “In the spirit of that, where to today?”
“Hmm… dunno. You pick.”
“Huh?”
As they headed toward the door, she went on, “Kinda already took you to a bar and an abandoned building. Made you cry. I figure it's your turn.”
“You did make me cry,” she sighed. “But not on purpose.” Silence fell for a moment. “Anywhere at all? My choice?”
“Sure.”
“Tennis court.” When Yang laughed out loud, she sighed, “Fine, forget it.”
“Okay, you seriously think you're gonna get me into your damn country club? Wearing a little white skirt?” She elbowed Weiss and added, “Never mind; now I see your game.”
Shaking her head, she said, “Don't be crass. And I was kidding, but if you really want to do something I’m interested in, we can play on the courts in Vytal Park. Unless you're scared of the competition.”
“Know what? Bring it on, Princess. It's only tennis. How hard can it be?”
A few hours later found them in the town’s most popular corner diner, laughing and coated in sweat. Their plates of pancakes were already half-empty. Yang had one leg up on the booth next to her, since this time she had deigned to allow Weiss to have her own side to herself.
“I could still get better!”
Pointing at Yang with her fork, she said, “Oh, definitely. But you're up against my years of professional training and playing on a competitive level. Still… you gave me a good workout.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don't patronize me; you licked me but good.” Sighing, she gazed over at the counter. “But I guess it was pretty fun. B-ball is more my thing.”
“Basketball? Hmm… I'm not great at it but I could play.”
“Nice. We'll shoot some hoops sometime.”
As she pulled her milkshake closer, she looked over the rim at Yang. “So… this at least answers one question I had.”
“Hmm?”
“Whether or not your interest in me was purely… physical. All those cat-calls…” The blonde nodded, clearly thoughtful. She lapsed into thoughtful silences often enough that Weiss was beginning to be able to tell. “It's okay,” she quickly assured her. “Maybe it's not fair of me to think that way. Or ask you about-”
“It was.”
Weiss felt her heart sinking. “Oh.”
“Was just physical. At first. You were cute and that was pretty much all I knew about you. But now…” Her shrug was about as tense and discomfited as she had ever seen the Dragon, who was playing with her straw to help distract herself. “Things just feel… better when you're around. And you're pretty cool for a rich priss. Whatever.”
The sinking feeling immediately shot back upward and into the stratosphere. “O-oh?”
“Yeah. But you're probably already about done experimenting with your wild side, so it's pretty dumb to make a big deal.”
“Yang… wow.” Her heart was in her throat, and she felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach. “Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But… well…”
“Well, what?” She already sounded resigned.
“Let's say I'm done breaking into abandoned buildings and sneaking out of my house at midnight. And your other indiscreet pursuits. For the sake of argument, let’s say I was finished with all those things. Would… you still want to…” She needed a ready excuse. “Play tennis?”
“Huh?”
“Tennis. Or basketball. Or just meet up here at the diner.”
Yang turned to look at her, clearly surprised. “You're asking if I wanna be best buddies. You are actually asking that.”
“Fine,” she sighed, grabbing her fork and stabbing into the pancakes. “Make fun. So hilarious.”
“I'd love that.”
“What?”
“I'd love to be friends.” Her smile was so earnest, and it looked out of place with her leather jacket and typically gruff demeanor. “I mean, I'd love to be friends who kiss, but I'm not all-or-nothing about it. Today's been pretty great without necking.”
That little tacked-on bit Weiss drop her fork. It bounced off into the floor.
“Something wrong?” The impish light returned to her eyes.
“No! No, not at all, I… y-yeah, friends with possible, optional making out!” Smirking again, Yang took her next bite with great relish, so Weiss snapped, “Hey, don't go thinking you've already got me on the hook, Xiao Long. I'm still… figuring things out.”
“It's alright. I'm teasing, you know that by now. Just don't… Yang me out to dry.”
Groaning, she pushed a hand into her face. “Okay, but I won't even want to be friends if you keep making puns with your name.”
“Whaaaat? Come on, that's kind of my thing!”
“No.”
“You’ll laugh one day.”
“Nope.”
“A little chuckle?” The pleading tone did coax a smile from Weiss, and they both laughed at each other. It was as close as she was going to get.
When Weiss was dropped off around the corner, she felt a few pounds lighter. The brief peck on the cheek Yang had given her before driving off may have been a factor. The very idea that some biker chick would hold this much sway over her mood was ludicrous, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend otherwise. Maybe she really could see herself at least trying a walk on the wild side.
“Weiss Schnee!”
Her head ducked down between her shoulders, one foot halfway raised to the bottom stair. A thrill of dread shot into her throat as she changed her trajectory to head toward the living room instead.
“Where on earth have you been?”
Clearing her throat, she faced the back of the armchair in front of the fireplace. “N-noplace, Father.”
Jacques Schnee stood and turned to face her, hands in the small of his back. The crisply-tailored white suit matched his white hair and moustache perfectly, even though she knew it was salt-and-pepper and he bleached all of it to make the colour uniform.
“You are late. We expected you for supper.”
“I played a tennis game with a girl from school, a-and we had supper afterward,” she told him honestly. The friend’s identity could remain a mystery for all she cared.
“Which friend? Miss Nikos?” Drawing the conclusion on his own, he sighed and turned back toward the fire. “You ought to inform us of such plans ahead of time. Your mother was worried sick.”
Sighing, she muttered under her breath, “We both know that isn’t true.”
“Don’t you speak that way about your mother, young lady!” he hissed in a sharp tone that made her flinch. “Her dependence on spirits to get through the day is a tragedy, not something to be mocked!”
“I wasn’t mocking! Just… stating fact. Did she actually say she was worried, or did she ask where I was and then forget the question?”
His eyes narrowed in her direction. “You should think a little more carefully about how you handle these topics, Weiss. We are your parents, and your sole means of support. Manners.”
“Yes, Father. Will that be all? I must tend my homework.”
“Very well.”
That went a lot better than it could have. But something else occurred to her. She was halfway turned around to climb the stairs when she thought to ask, “Oh… and I may be going out tomorrow, as well. Since it’s Saturday. But the rest of my schoolwork is caught up, and I’ll practice my singing lessons in the morning.”
“Ah, that’s a good plan; the vocal cords are fresh then.” His gloved hand waved her away as he sank back down into his chair, returning to his newspaper. “That will be all. Goodnight, Weiss.”
“Goodnight, Father.” She would have said ‘I love you’, but knew it would fall on deaf ears.
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