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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
- 34
- 35
- 36
WARNING: A little Weiss/Neon. Rape threat (not carried out), some mild violence, (implied) minor character death.

=Chapter 35
"Focus, focus…"
No matter how often Weiss muttered the word to herself as she paced around her dressing room, glancing at her reflection to make sure she still looked pristine, it didn’t quite take. She could hear the thumping bass even this far away from the opening act – Sky Lark, some newly-famous guy whom she didn't particularly care about - and it was making it marginally more difficult to concentrate, to run through her usual pre-show prep in her head.
It mattered so much more tonight, since Neon and Neptune were going to follow her; she had to give the audience something to remember. Convert them all to being her fans, and not just remembering her as "that girl we put up with because she was there". She wasn’t delusional; she knew not all of them would wind up digging her. And that was okay. But if she didn’t go out and give 110%, she would stand no chance of winning them over at all.
But that pre-show meditation was interrupted by a knock at her dressing room door, only to have whoever was there immediately burst in, shutting the door behind them. Thankfully, it wasn't anyone to worry about if they were going to see her undressed.
It was Neon, dressed in the usual raver outfit that Weiss was so used to seeing before she got to know her, along with her signature pony tails and long “tail” hanging from her belt. Today's show she had added a special surprise: roller blades on her feet to incorporate into her dance moves. But she was more concerned about the ever-quiet Weiss who had been MIA for the past week, with no news other than “I'm at Berkeley for a while”. While Neon didn't mind that, she was worried her mood hadn't picked up yet.
Maybe she needed a pep talk. "So, you excited?!"
"H-hey," Weiss sighed with a weary smile. Just looking at Neon looking her best made her pace forward and wrap her arms around her, kissing her softly and enjoying the now-familiar sensation. "Yeah, if you mean 'terrified'. Oh, why did I agree to do this?! There's so many people out there!"
Even though she cuddled her back, she let a smirk pull at her lips. "Yeah, duh. But think about what that means: you're moving up in the world. Means you're amazing."
"No, you." One more kiss, and then she pulled back and ducked her head. "By the way… I'm really sorry about running off the way I did. I should have called you first."
Seemed they were going to talk about this after all. Letting her out of her grasp, she instead held her hands, idly swaying them side to side. "What'cha sorry for? Doesn't matter to me. I just assumed it was family shit or whatever."
"Well…" Weiss came very close to chickening out. After all, Neon didn't care, wasn't pushing. She wouldn't be a bad person for letting the topic drop, especially given how busy they were that day.
But she owed her more than that. "Close enough to family. You know my friend, Ruby?"
"Vaguely?" She tilted her head. The name was very familiar, but it took her a while to realise why. But then she suddenly lit up. "Oh yeah! The girl with the glasses, likes hoodies a lot, right?"
"Right, right," she laughed. "Well… I don't think I ever made it clear, but she's my ex's sister. You know… the, um…" Her voice dropped into a whisper. "The video."
"Which one? 'Changes come' or the sexy…" But as soon as that slipped out her mouth, she began to blush, and also look to one side. "Right, they're both the same girl. Sorry, that was dumb. But yeah, what about it?"
A smirk pulled at Weiss's mouth. "You want a copy of that, don't you?"
"Look, just because I thought your ex was hot doesn't mean I wanna get off while watching her porn. That's kinda… creepy territory for me." Even though she was completely red while saying that entire sentence, she shook her head to try and get herself out of the daze, immediately returning to the topic. "Anyway, you didn't answer my question; what about it? I thought she fucked off and left you."
Then Weiss's smile fell. "Well… she really did almost fuck off… forever."
“What?”
As casually as she could, and trying not to be too specific or make the story longer than needed, Weiss explained what had happened to Yang, from her sister's interference up through the phone call they had accidentally shared in Ruby's dorm room. All the while, it left Neon entirely speechless. At the beginning, she didn't seem to quite grasp what she meant, but as it went on, she grew even more worried and questioning by the minute. For more reasons other than Weiss's story. Piecing things together, Neon had managed to grasp the important factors; Yang was forced away, there was no break up.
Not only that, but the feelings Weiss still had for Yang were probably mirrored in Yang herself. Where Neon had just thought she was dealing with a dumped Weiss on the rebound, it was fast becoming a danger of losing her completely; that Neon really was just a rebound girl to fill the gaping hole in Weiss’s heart for a while. But that was selfish to think at this time, and she quickly shook off such thoughts. Weiss clearly needed her, and she was going to put her own feelings last.
But still, as she leant against Weiss's dressing table, she stared out in awe. "I can't believe your own sister would do that to you… It's just… just-"
"Just disgusting." Shaking her head bitterly, she growled, "And she'd better not come after you next, or she is going to get a real earful. Honestly, who does she think she is?!"
"Oh she'll catch hell from me, too, don't you worry! I get enough shit from Adam, don't think I'll let myself be bullied by her that way." Despite being angry toward Winter, she started to realise what she just said, and backtracked. "I-I mean… I'm not implying Yang’s a coward for leaving, that's not what I meant! Just, like… outing someone as trans is even more damaging than outing someone as gay, I guess, and I wouldn’t let her get away with it. I dunno."
"You're fine," Weiss reassured her with a weak laugh. "But I don't really think I'll be getting much grief from her anymore. I disowned her. She can be judgemental to someone else now."
"Don't blame you. But shit… I'm glad Yang's okay…" She continued to stare out blankly, tapping her fingertips against the wall to try and distract herself.
That brought a louder sigh from Weiss. "I just… can't believe it. I've never had anybody in my life who almost… who even thought about…" Frowning at the girl by her vanity, she said, "I feel like I failed her, Neon. I should have known, I should have figured it out, it's… how stupid am I?"
"Don't even go there, babe," she told her firmly. "How could you know? Winter manipulated you into thinking she had just… just ran away. That's an abuse of trust in your sister, not you messing up."
"You know what's really messed up? She seemed to think that just because she told me, a couple of months later, that somehow that made everything okay! Just because she had a guilty conscience when she found out she almost-" Again, Weiss cut off. Seemed she couldn't directly mention it so easily, even after a few days.
But Neon knew anyway. Pacing away from the wall to stand back by Weiss's side instead, she held the back of her chair. "You're way better off. And Yang's okay… obviously it could have been way worse, so it's a bittersweet ending, right? Sucks it came to this, but at least she’s alive."
Weiss's hand reached over her shoulder to one of Neon's on the back of her chair, holding it tenderly. "You're pretty awesome if you can be glad my ex is okay, with our history and all." Then she looked up at her with an oddly contemplative expression. "I… did think about calling you, asking if you'd go with me… but since the whole thing was about Yang, it seemed weird. Did I make the right decision?"
For a moment, she hesitated. That was the question that was haunting her. If Weiss was being secretive about Yang already, what was it going to be like further on in their relationship? What if she and Yang were to arrange to meet up, start ffresh? She couldn't compete with all that history. Maybe she wanted to fight for her hand, but their relationship was still in its infancy; she barely had a toehold to start from. Her prospects were grim.
Still, not telling Weiss of her worries just yet, she sighed. "I think it would'a made that phone call even weirder if she knew you had a girlfriend, babe."
"Well, the phone call wasn't something planned, but… you're probably right." She turned around in the chair, knees bracing herself up as she touched Neon's neck gently. "Thanks for understanding. I'm so lucky."
Starting to smile lightly, she pressed a small kiss up against Weiss's cheek. Even if Weiss's words meant well, it didn't particularly fill her with much confidence about her worries. The worries that no matter what, she would come in second place to Yang. Even if she didn't show it on the outside.
"Just feel glad it worked out okay, and sorry something so fucked up happened."
But their conversation was interrupted by a knock at Weiss's door, a voice calling up. "Five minutes, Weiss!"
"OKAY!" she yelled back. "I'll be out in a minute!"
Then she turned to Neon and pressed their lips heatedly together, quickly teasing Neon's with the tip of her tongue. There was a slight squeal of joy in the middle of that kiss as she pulled away, finally leaving with a more self-assured grin. Even if she was worried, that didn't stop her flirting – and it quelled some of her fears. At least temporarily.
"Save some for after the show, sweet cheeks. How about a quickie during the intermission?"
"What?! Don't be disgusting!" But Weiss was grinning and blushing. "I prefer to take my time with you. However… we'll see." As she got out of the chair, she gave Neon a quick swat on the backside as she asked, "Is my makeup still okay?"
"Nope. Ruined, start over," she teased. But the giddy grin was enough to give away that she meant the opposite. Finally heading toward the door, she winked back at her. "And I'll get you back for that little swat on stage in the overlap."
"Will you? How are you planning to-" But she cut herself off. The whole insane situation had depleted her of her ability to worry about her future, to give much credence to other people's opinions of her. She still wanted to be respected, but respected for being herself rather than just a statuette of "the perfect good girl."
"You know what? Surprise me." Then she joined Neon at the door and grabbed her ass again - really grabbed it and held on, fingers digging into the flesh. "Go ahead; open it."
Another delighted squeal followed, as her rear was deliberately groped and squeezed, making her turn around and smirk at the 'purer' if the two of them. Barely. "You better be glad you gotta go on in five minutes, otherwise I'd be making sure you can't walk, Schnee."
"Open the door, Katt. Or are you scared they'll notice I have a handful of your booty?"
Glaring right back at her, she started to turn the doorknob, raising one eyebrow as she slowly began to bring it backward to open it, testing both her own and Weiss's bravery at the same time. And the wider open it was getting, the more she smirked. Not that she expected their notions to be viewed.
"Good kitty," Weiss goaded very slightly, still flexing her hand, still teasing. "Nice kitty."
"You… are so getting… a million and one hickeys when today's ove-"
The clearing of someone's throat was enough to stop that dialogue in its tracks. Neon suddenly propelled herself forward, away from the offending hand – and for good reason. Stood before them was the same man that Weiss had encountered the first time she went to Neon's. In fact, the scratch across his face was still there.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Oh…" Recovering from her shock, Weiss's voice dropped into a lower register. "Oh. It's you."
"Aren't you supposed to be on stage?" Adam snapped toward Weiss, barely giving her any attention and immediately looking back to his own star instead, not even waiting for an answer before he asked, "A word? I have a solution that'll benefit us both, in regards to your contract."
"You don't have to talk to him alone," Weiss told Neon without mincing words. "Come backstage with me; you can watch my show until time for you to go on."
"Oh, I think I will. I'm ready to go on, anyway; no need to go back to my dressing room." Neon began to smirk instead, folding her arms. "And I think Adam and I should keep our conversations to public spaces from now on."
"You're making a huge mistake." He lowered his voice, hands clearly balling into fists as he glared at the two of them. "Trust me, a recording contract will be the last thing you need to worry about if you cross me. Just do what I tell you, and we’ll both be rich and happy, and I can quit having to put up with your annoying ass soon enough."
That was far enough; Weiss no longer felt any need to be kind to him. She stepped closer and glared up into his smug face. "Listen to me. You had better let go of the idea that you have any right to control what either of us do, you… thug! Neon might talk to you after the show, and she might not. Don't worry about it for now. But stop threatening her, or I will make your life hell. Do you understand me?"
He only glared straight back at her, not saying another word, moving another muscle. The two stared one another off for what felt like forever, until eventually Neon tugged at Weiss's arm, gesturing down the hallway. "Come on, Weiss. We'd better get going."
"You're right." But as she followed Neon, she glanced over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at the jerk. She'd had enough of men thinking they could dictate people's lives, were entitled to women's bodies. It was disgusting to her.
"God, that asshole," she went on in a quieter tone once they were out of earshot. "Do you want to come with me afterward and avoid him completely? I'd be happy to wait for you."
"Please."
But as they turned the corner to head to the stage, eavesdropping was the last of their worries. Adam remained still for a moment longer as he glanced around the hallway. No one present, no cameras. Perfect. No one noticed as he walked down the hallway, nor when he entered the girl he was intimidating's dressing room…

This was it. The moment of truth.
Four days of mental preparation and practice had lead them to “the master plan,” as Winter had put it. Ruby and Penny were already there, having watched the few stars at the beginning of the concert before they withdrew at the back end of Sky Lark's act, giving them enough time to meet Yang outside the venue and exchange Penny for her instead. A hug good luck from Blake, Sun, and even Winter later, and she was heading into the crowd with her little sister.
She was dressed in the best way Weiss could notice her; the same outfit she'd bought for her on the first date of the tour. The brown leather jacket, yellow tank top, and black short shorts. The only thing missing was the completing feature, the snood which was in Weiss's possession. And if that wasn't enough, she made sure to carry her guitar on her back, on the off chance she could get backstage and play the same song to her. It was a vague chance, but it seemed like the right thing to do.
Not that security was crazy about the guitar, but once they had checked it for anything dangerous they let her through – on warning that she not play it at random. The disturbance would get her thrown out. Ruby whispered that they probably were assuming she wanted to get it signed by one of the acts, which did make more sense than the truth.
Yang allowed Ruby to drag her on through the crowds, back toward their designated seats. And already she could hear the middle of one of Weiss's later hits. That was when she was starting to breathe heavier. Fear was creeping in.
"Don't act so nervous, sis," Ruby urged her, squeezing her hand in support as they got closer to the stage. They truly were incredible seats; Weiss had not skimped in the slightest. "Even if this doesn't work today, we'll have a couple more days to try something!"
"I know, I know! I'm just… What if she doesn't wanna see me? What if it hurts her too much? Oh geeze what a dumb idea this whole thing was!" she squeaked, having to raise her voice the closer they got toward the stage. But by now, it was all coming into view…
The Weiss herself was just leading into a Madonna cover, strutting confidently from one side of the stage to the other and singing her heart out into the mic leading out from her headset. Today's outfit was a knee-length sparkling silver dress with a slit halfway up the thigh and a train of lace leading down from the sash around her waist and fluttering behind her, feather-light. Matching platform sandals and three little silver stars on each cheek completed the look, along with her trademark side-ponytail.
"Oooohhh god she's right there…" In a turn of events, it was Yang who was the one feeling faint now that she realised who she was about to see, and possibly about to talk to. She swore her heart would jump out of her ribcage with how fast it was beating, how much faster and deeper her breathing was becoming. Even as Ruby continued to pull, she felt herself slowing down, quickly reaching her spare hand into her hair and pulling. "I-I can't do this. I'm still… I-I-"
"You're my big, strong, awesome sister, and you're not gonna let the girl you love get away just because… because of some flashy lights!" Ruby could feel her still resisting, so she stomped around behind her and began shoving into the small of her back, hoping to get her the rest of the way.
Biting her lip again, she continued to gaze out as Weiss's song was coming to a close. Between each number, she was taking a moment to talk to the audience, even if it was something as little as telling them it was a great crowd, or that she was happy to bet there. But hearing her voice again spoke volumes to her. The Weiss. Her Weiss… she missed her, missed her voice so much. All she wanted was to hear it at a reasonable volume again, speaking to her as they were cuddled on a sofa, about to fall asleep at night. In the end, that desire was enough to power through her fear.
"Okay." She finally nodded. "Okay!" And as she heard Weiss introducing the next act for their double performance together, a dubsteppy cover of Katy Perry's 'I Kissed a Girl', Yang finally began to walk forward willingly, pulling Ruby along so she could guide them to their seats.
"This was never the way I planned," Weiss began singing, bending slightly at the waist to let her hand trail through the wake of fans and besotted preteens, touching them all very briefly and thereby exciting them to no end. Of course, not all of them were that enthused; some were only there for Neon, or else Neptune at the end of the concert. But they still seemed at least vaguely pleased to be so close to a beautiful, talented woman such as she.
Even if Yang and Ruby weren't to be right at the very front, among them to be touched, it didn't matter. The seats they had gave them a good vantage point. From there, they could easily be spotted from Weiss's eye level, for when she stopped to speak to the crowd again. Neither of them took their seats, only watched as Weiss continued to belt out her notes, and occasionally interact with Neon, who skated across the stage with ease.
Each of them shared half the verse each, teaming up to sing the chorus together. In fact, said chorus also had various planned dance moves together, both mirroring one another. Apart from something that certainly didn't seem like it was a part of the dance at all: in the gap between the chorus and the next verse, when Neon leant right in and pressed a kiss against Weiss's cheek, along with clearly placing her hand on another cheek a little lower to give a firm squeeze of its own. Live in front of everyone. What gall!
And the crowd went crazy, not sure what to expect from the prim and proper diva — but instead of gasping in shock or slapping Neon, she only raised her hand to cover her mouth as if she were a 1950's pinup girl, arching her back to press her rear even more firmly against the errant grope.
"No, I don't even know your name," Neon continued as if it was nothing, casually skating away from Weiss once that action was done, even flicking one of her knees up as if she were a ballerina skating away. Clearly her mischievous nature was showing again, the typical flirty visage of Neon that everyone knew.
But for Yang, it was something that twigged a small nerve of jealousy. Even when it shouldn't. Of course, she had no clue as to Neon and Weiss's situation; Ruby hadn't the heart to tell her in the brief time they had been together, and the others thought it best to keep silent, as well. However, she did turn to Ruby.
"Well damn, they're really going all out for the song, huh?"
"Uhhhhhh yeah," Ruby half-laughed back, scratching her head. "You know Weiss! Always trying her best!"
"It's not what, good girls do," Weiss sang pointedly, winking at the crowd. She knew that was an important line for her to say, given her image when contrasted with this particular performance. "Not how they should behave!"
Then, as Neon went whizzing past her again, she timed it perfectly to flash her hand out and smack her just below the tail.
As Yang continued to watch their performance, the movements and dances seemed to get more and more suggestive. "Just… a bit…" More occasional spanking, more winks and exaggerated swaying of hips, even Weiss being the one to kiss on the cheek on another chance. The two were close. They'd either rehearsed this a lot, or something deeper was going on.
But on the last note, both of them harmonized the last note together, and raised an arm in the air to encourage a loud cheer from the audience. In the midst of that cheer, Neon even chanced one more movement, grasping Weiss's chin and pulling her in for a quick kiss on the lips. Instant, but enough to make the already loud screams even louder. Once that died down however, she gave a quick wink toward one of the cameras, speaking clearly into the mic.
"Well, I liked it."
Again, Weiss affected the exaggerated image of a suburban housewife from seventy years ago as she giggled and let out a "Well, golly!" and began fanning her face with her hand. "Neon, you're supposed to buy a girl dinner first! Oh, that's right… you did!"
"Well, that's the first time I'd consider McDonald’s a date, but whatever floats your boat." And the audience laughed. Of course, on stage she was still in the closet, at least despite the flirting with anyone that moved. As much as the comment was an actual reference to one of their dates, they still needed to keep it hidden from the public. For the sake of both of their reputations, Weiss's father, and Neon's contract.
At least, she thought that was the plan. But Weiss seemed to have something else in mind for the rest of this little interlude.
"Speaking of boats floating," Weiss began, and the crowd calmed very slightly when they realized she had more to say instead of just leading into Neon's next song before she left the stage. "Some people have been asking a lot of questions about me lately. About what kind of boats I like to float. And it's really none of their business, but here's my thing.
"It doesn't matter, does it? However you choose to love, whoever you choose to love. That's all you. And you shouldn't let anybody boss you around, tell you that any love between two consenting adults is 'wrong' or 'offensive', or 'sin.' Even just the little kiss I shared with Neon; some Bible-thumper in the Midwest is going to throw away my album because that happened. One little kiss! So what?"
As most of the crowd cheered wildly for what Weiss was saying, she scanned them… and her eyes alighted on Yang.
And Yang noticed. How could she not? She'd been watching her like a hawk after all, just waiting for that brief moment where she was spotted. It felt like her heart stopped, or that time had slowed in that brief moment as she looked back at her. The time was right to prove it was really her, give her a gesture to show her it had to be. Which came in the form of her slipping the guitar off her back, and instead holding it in front of her instead, like she would play her a song if she could.
"If you ask me, someone like that doesn't deserve your album," Neon joined in, oblivious to what she must have just seen as she stared at the audience instead. "But you guys out there, in our audience today… Whether you're gay, bi, ace, pan – otherkin, or whatever the hell you identify as, don't you let anyone tell you what to do. Because you are you, and if you feel like no one loves you, I can tell you now that we do! We love you for who you are!"
"We really do," Weiss echoed quietly, smiling warmly down at Yang. Her Yang, the beautiful, perfect person that she was — she had made it! Come all this way, just to show that they weren't completely broken forever, that they could see each other again.
And she had the guitar. There was only one thing she wanted to do… one stupid, ridiculous thing, but the moment she thought of it, she knew it had to happen.
"And now, without further delay… I think we have something for you up next that a lot of Snow Bunnies and bloggers will probably be excited about, and I hope Neon will try and join me for the chorus… if she's game?"
"What?" Ruby breathed, squinting up at her. "Bloggers? That's me! But… but I don't know what she's talking about!"
But Yang was drawing the guitar closer toward herself, beginning to grow nervous once again. Not enough to completely run, but the hints Weiss had dropped were enough for her to begin piecing together what Weiss was trying to do, and she knew it would make people recognise her.
"If I'm game for what?" Neon asked with a grin. The audience laughed; but that prompted her to quickly cover the microphone with her hand, mouthing to her. "Seriously, what thing is this? I don’t remember it from rehearsal."
Weiss did Neon the same courtesy, covering her mic to say, "That video from the blog, the acoustic song? All over the news?" Then she glanced down at Yang. "I want to sing it with her. She brought the guitar; it's…" There was some remorse in her eyes when she looked back at Neon. "Are you gonna be okay with it if we do? Like, I want you with me, and the chorus is pretty simple, but if it's too sudden-"
"Yang is here?!" she nearly shouted, struggling to keep the volume low enough for the microphone to pick up.
But when she glanced toward the audience to where Weiss was looking, and only just spotted the messy blonde hair in the audience, she grew quiet, only able to nod. This was everything she feared… and yet, everything Weiss wanted. It would be a crime to ruin that. Maybe her own feelings were in turmoil but if she cockblocked Weiss just because she was jealous, it would make her worse than Adam.
"No yeah, go for it. If I forget a line, I can fake it with like, humming or whatever."
"I'll make it up to you later, with my tongue," she whispered back, clearly still in the mindset that she was with Neon. Not ‘ditching’ her just because her old girlfriend was in the arena. It helped Neon feel way less like an afterthought.
Then Weiss lowered her hand and walked forward a couple more paces, calling out to the audience, "Everybody, we have a special guest, and she needs a little encouragement. Can you give it up for my guitar-playing friend here?" Instantly, the audience grew more deafening, cheering and stamping their feet, clapping tremendously. Even the ones who had no idea what was going on were out of their minds with excitement, merely catching it from their neighbours who had cottoned on.
"OH! Oh my God, she wants you to go up there!" Ruby was squealing, actually jumping up and down like a little girl. "Yang, you have to do it! This is your chance - for them to know how good you can play the guitar AND for you to win Weiss back! It's so perfect, you can’t NOT go!"
"Oh… oh fuck…" Yet again, her heart was beating faster and faster, even more so when one of the lights pivoted in her direction, shining directly onto her as she held the guitar. No doubt now the cameras would be on her, and the four-gathered outside would be hearing everything in the radio. She could hear now the ridiculous voices of Winter and Blake telling her to go in her head.
Swallowing the last of her fear, she took a deep breath. And giving a brief nod to Ruby, she finally moved from her seating area with the guitar in her hand. She didn't just walk, she ran. Ran as fast as she could past the other audience members, past the security. In this case they allowed it, seeing as one of the stars herself invited her up there. The standing was reasonable enough to let her by, some even patting her back and wishing her luck.
"Come on, Yang," Weiss was saying into her microphone, eyes watering. She was really alright. The shock of her suddenly being there, in the last place she expected to see her, had finally worn off enough for her to be overjoyed that she was apparently alive and intact. Hearing it over the phone was enough to help her stop beating herself up every other second, but seeing her in person? She couldn't describe it.
There was a loud, piercing "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" from where Yang had been sitting, and Weiss winced and spared Ruby a little wave before turning back to where the staff were helping Yang onto the stage, guitar and all. Her heart thudded in her throat. They were really going to do this; going to sing their song in front of God and everyone, and her new girlfriend was even going to join in! Could this be any more perfect?
But just as she was lifted up, and when Yang's hand was inches away from Weiss's as she was about to help her onto the stage… everything took a horrifying turn.
There was a deafening boom. One that came from two different directions: behind them, in the general area of the dressing rooms off the stage; and more worryingly, above. One of the fireworks holsters had exploded incorrectly, causing huge damage to the lighting rig above them both, and completely destroyed its secure anchors to the ceiling above.
Thankfully when it fell, it narrowly missed the diva who was leaning out to try and pull Yang up. It had decimated the stage, destroyed the trap door in the middle that Neptune was going to use for his big entrance, and caused panic among the crowds. The security staff had dropped Yang back to the ground as they went to do their bit instead, guide everyone to safely.
"SHIT!" Weiss let out, hearing her voice echo over the entire stadium. How had all of that insanity and destruction not cut the feed from her microphone? "Everyone, please, just- just remain calm and exit the building!" She didn't know how she knew exactly what to say, but it sounded correct. "Follow the authorities!"
Then she looked wildly around for Neon and Yang; neither were in sight. Glancing down into the crowd, she saw Ruby's red hoodie was already moving far off toward the nearest exit. That was good, she was safe. Now… where should she go?!
"WEISS!"
There was the panicked call of Yang below, who seemed to be attempting to jump at the stage despite the obvious fact she wouldn't be able to get up on her own. She needed to get up there, fast. That was her job, right? Looking around frantically for a moment, she spotted one of the camera towers at the side of the stage. It wasn't the most stable of things, but given the situation, it would do. Just before she sprinted toward it, she dropped the guitar to the ground, and shouted as loud as she could.
"Stay there! I'm coming up!!!"
With all the sparks showering outward from the fallen lighting rig, Weiss wasn't inclined to argue; she wasn't sure which way to go to escape the worst of it, and didn't want to try to run only to find herself scarred and burning. "O-okay!" she called back in a shaky, shrill voice — still broadcast all over the place. "I'm right here, waiting!"
Sprinting as fast as she could toward the camera rig, Yang leapt up onto it, attempting to shimmy herself up the scaffolding as best as she possibly could, despite how much she could feel it tilt and rock. She had no time to worry about that, not when Weiss was in danger. She lost her once, and wasn't about to do it again.
Not knowing what powered her, once she was high enough, she managed to launch herself toward the stage, able to hear the camera collapsing in her wake. That was an exit route gone. But still, she quickly ran toward Weiss as fast as she could, immediately putting herself between the principal and any incoming sparks. It was part of her job previously, of course, but she knew she had to protect Weiss, protect her from anything. Even if she wasn’t technically employed by the Schnees anymore.
"Where's Neon?!"
Startled out of her gratitude that Yang was standing in front of her again, she lowered the hand that had been raising to touch her, to somehow reconnect. "I… I don't know, I didn't see her fall over the side! She must be backstage!" When she heard her own voice echoing, she angrily ripped off the headset and threw it out into the seats. "ENOUGH! I can’t think with that thing on!"
"Shit… Okay, that might be our exit, we gotta get there." But how was another question. Half of the stage was partitioned off with the huge lighting rig in the middle of it, which even though it appeared stable at the moment, didn't seem like a fun option to climb through. But they had no choice.
Grasping Weiss's wrist, she said “Follow me!” as she headed to the side away from any fireworks. Managing to lift one of the lights up out the way to create a path for her, she grunted, "You… First…!"
Heart pounding in her throat for about a thousand reasons, Weiss obeyed, ducking underneath what her ex-bodyguard had lifted and trying not to argue even though she was terrified of what might happen next. Why had this happened? Was it merely a technical failure, or was someone out to get her? Or get Neon? It might even have been Winter, given how horrible she had been of late. But she tried not to concentrate on that as she found the path offstage and followed it.
But just in her range of hearing, there was a loud scream from someone she had come to know oh so well over the past few weeks. Just to the side of the doorways to backstage, Neon was trying to shuffle herself away and out from some of the cables she'd managed to get herself tangled in. And trying in turn to shuffle away from the haunting man above her, the very same who had interrogated her earlier.
"What did I tell you?!" Adam shouted. "I told you I'd make you pay! None of this had to happen, and it's now all your fault! How do you feel now, miss high-and-mighty?!"
"No…" Her hands were frantically scrabbling at the cables, trying to free herself. “Y-you stay back! I’m sorry, okay? I’ll… just don’t do anything crazy!”
Weiss raised a hand to cover her mouth as she watched Neon retreating from her intimidator, and she felt her pulse quicken. This was terrible. The man was at least six feet tall, and would squash her like a grape if he was given half a chance. And she knew what she had to do.
"You get away from her, you fucking JERK!" she shouted, picking up the nearest thing she could reach — a folding chair, as it turned out — and hurling it in Adam's direction.
By the time he'd turned to face her and see what she was doing, the chair was striking him right across the face, impacting hard enough that when he fell to the ground, he didn't get back up. Only remained there as he lowly groaned out. It was totally a lucky shot, but Weiss knew it was only because he was so completely focused on Neon. In a fair fight, neither of them would stand a chance against a guy like that.
Maybe that should change. ‘Self defense classes,’ she told herself firmly. ‘Gotta sign up for those. Soon.’
But by then, Yang had managed to shift her way through, rejoining Weiss again. That was until she noticed Neon still down on the ground, tangled up in the wires. Pulling Weiss to come with her, the two ran as quickly as possible to her side, and tried to get her untangled.
But when Yang touched Neon's foot, she immediately winced. "My ankle… I think I twisted it, really really badly…"
"You get her out of here," she told Yang bravely, eyes full of fear for her costar and girlfriend, whose shoulder she touched affectionately. "I'll go see if Neptune and everybody else is clear and then I'll join you."
Nodding, she leant down and took Neon into her arms, lifting her easily and starting to pace toward the exits. But before she ran at full speed, she turned back for a moment longer, just enough time to shout out, "I'll be right back!"
But as Yang fled from backstage, avoiding the destroyed dressing rooms and heading straight to the fire exits, the groaning of Adam had only gotten louder. To Weiss's terror, he had started to fetch himself to his feet, slowly bringing his knees up as he pushed up to stand. A bloody nose seemed to be the only damage, along with the odd sway as he walked toward her.
"Weeks of meticulous planning," he growled out, wiping away some of the blood as best she could. "Weeks! And paying off security not to check bags, sneaking around and planting the explosives! And I'm not about to let some bible-fucking dyke ruin this for me!"
"Well, too bad – you already failed, you reject!" she snapped at him as she darted to and fro, trying to see if anybody else was back there. Every room seemed to be empty. At the last second, she ran into her own and grabbed her snood, tugging it over her head. That was probably a horrible use of her time, but she absolutely refused to leave it behind. Not ever.
But as she made her way back toward the stage, Adam was continuing to limp toward her, continuing to laugh to himself. "You know… This works out better." He grinned, and it was not the grin of a sane man. "Now the tragic accident that's taken the life of the darling Weiss is gonna be something Neon has caused. I wonder how she'll react to that… that's way better than letting her off with just dying. She can suffer first this way!"
But Weiss was already laughing at him. Hands on her hips, she walked right up to him and glared upward, face set and eyes steely. "Really? You're going to kill me just because I'm more important to her than you are? So pathetic! You are literally the most pathetic waste of space I've ever known if you can't handle life without Neon - whom you abused repeatedly, you- you complete jerk! I just don't understand why you can't let it go!"
"Shut your little MOUTH!"
He exaggerated such a word as he swung his hand around at full force, backhanding the side of her cheek as powerfully as he could. It was far more than enough force to have her on the ground, where he paced around menacingly.
"O-ohhhh…" She was a bit dazed from having the stuffing knocked out of her, so she didn't have much of an ability to respond. But she knew she wouldn't have to; in seconds, her knight in shining armour was going to swoop in and save her from the raging dragon. That she hadn't got there in time to stop him from landing a single blow was of no consequence to her; she would take a thousand slaps to the face if it meant being reunited with her. She had to have faith.
"Maybe you wanna take her place, huh?! Maybe I should take you back into the dressing room, instead! Is that what you want, you stupid little slut? God, all you starlets are all the same – you want to be sluts, but want to be treated with respect, and you don’t seem to fucking understand those two things don’t fucking go together! Why are you all so stupid?!"
But as he began to rant and rave at her, the bodyguard had returned. Hands empty, only curled into tight fists as she moved forward as quietly as she could. Cold fury burned in her eyes. Weiss had never seen her in such a state ever before. And an almost bloodthirsty smile crept onto her own face when she realised what would happen next.
"J-just try it!" she screamed up at him, desperate to keep his attention fixated on her just long enough for Yang to close that distance. "You filthy pervert, just you try and touch me! You'll be sorry!"
"You want me to try?! Because I will, darling! I'll screw the gay out of y-"
Before he could continue the disturbing monologue, or take another step closer, Yang managed to suddenly pick him up by his hips. Similar to the very first action she did to Weiss when they first ever met. Only this time, she didn’t bother resting him on her shoulder, or to restrain him; frankly Yang no longer cared what happened to the human scum. She threw him hard toward the open trap doors leading to the area beneath the stage, watching as he bounced on the floor once, before a panicked scream followed while he fell down.
And though Weiss was not at all sad to see him go, she did notice something fall from his open hand as he plummeted. Something glinting and metallic, with glowing buttons on it.
"Yang, we have to go!" she shouted as she scrabbled at the floor with her platform heels; they weren't exactly made for running but there wasn't time to take them off. "NOW!"
Everything in the next few seconds happened in what seemed like slow motion.
All Adam could do was watch as the small glowing device was landing elsewhere, and then look at the multiple rigged fireworks cases he'd set up under the stage. Even though he was in extreme pain, and no condition to move, he spared two words:
"Oh fuck."
But for Yang, she'd just managed to catch a glimpse of the metal as it fell to the ground. There was just enough time to either save herself, or do her job as Weiss's bodyguard. And it was no contest. Dashing forward, she managed to grab Weiss into her grip, pull her into her body as tightly as possible, arcing her back in an attempt to shield her with her own body as she stood with her back to the doors.
That turned out to be the right choice. There was a louder, even more deafening boom than the first that originated from below and the centre of the stage, sending the two girls flying. The entire time, Yang didn't let go. Even with all the shrapnel in the air that ripped her clothes and cut her skin, even as they were thrown against one of the on-stage camera rigs, her head and arm colliding with it incredibly hard. All that while, she shielded Weiss from the worst of it. Needing to save her, even if the cost was her own life.
Definitely the most shocking finale to a Beach Fest anyone had ever seen.
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