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White Noise
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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=Chapter 4
Since meeting with the new bodyguard, something never sat right with Winter Schnee. She had heard plenty from her father about the great Yang; he may as well have been kissing her boots from the way he spoke of the brute. He hadn't faulted her once, and for such a shrewd businessman, that seemed suspicious. She'd heard from security about Yang saving Weiss from a knife-wielding madman, which yet again, sounded far too good to be true. A few short weeks into working for Weiss and there was a convenient attempt on her life, just perfect for the brute to save her? On top of that, she was strong, uncommonly beautiful, and capable despite having only one previous job in security. Everything was packaged very neatly to make Yang appear to be a gift from God, which just tripped more and more alarm bells.
Now, she had more solid evidence of deception. A web search had turned up Yang's resume last night, and had started her researching into the early hours of the morning. But it kept leading to a dead end whenever she tried to research anything earlier than two years. Gaping holes like that suggested something wasn’t quite as it seemed.
Satisfied with her results so far, she headed to the bus with her head held high, a smug smirk upon her face as she had the information – or lack of – pulled up on her tablet. The guard posted in front of the bus door nodded to her as he moved aside, and she nodded back. Wasting no time, she used the spare key to unlock the door, swinging it straight open.
"Weiss, there's something I need to-"
But her voice petered out when she got an eyeful of the sight greeting her. Weiss was lying in the sofa bed in the living room, an arm slung over the form of the very girl she had been coming to warn her about. Both were fast asleep - that is, they had been before Winter's intrusion.
"Hmnh?" Weiss managed to say as her eyelids fluttered open. And Winter just stared at her sister, the way she was wrapped around her current suspect. Worse yet, Weiss's hair was a mess and the blonde's seemed no better, and judging by Yang wearing the very same clothes from the previous night, she assumed what most would assume: that something had to have made her exhausted enough to not even get undressed.
"Well," she began, now glaring at them both. "This is certainly professional."
"What?" Sitting up and rubbing her face, it was now revealed that Weiss was, indeed, clothed in fresh pyjamas. Therefore, it was only Yang who hadn't bothered to change. "What's professional? And what are you doing here so early?"
"I didn't realise bodyguards were supposed to offer that service to clients."
Weiss finally noticed how she was positioned, and jerked away immediately. "What th- hey, that is not- she didn't offer me any kind of 'service'! I can't believe you would- Winter, that’s so crass!"
"So why aren’t you in your sleeping quarters, hmm? Nevermind, no need to explain. This makes her as bad as any male bodyguard! If this story gets out, father will flip!"
"HEY!" Weiss was shouting now, her voice slightly hoarse from sleep as her cheeks turned rosy. "You will... tell no one! Especially because they will think the wrong thing - like you still do, I can tell! My GOD, you are the worst!"
"Then why were you snuggled up so close, Weiss? She's an employee, there's no excuse for her to be in bed with you!" Which reminded her of her tablet, and all the information still present onscreen. "That is, if she still will be after I show you what I found..."
"Show me what, you rude jerk?" she grumbled, finally reaching up to pat her hair a little more into its proper place as she rose from the bed.
"It's more what I haven't found," she elaborated. Waiting for Weiss to at least be standing away from her guard, she finally handed the tablet in her direction. There were a few tabs open, one with said college record, one with her identification, and one with a personal Facebook page. All three had one thing in common: they all began around the same date. "According to all information I could find, up until two years ago, Yang Xiao Long didn't exist."
Squinting down at the tablet, Weiss's sleepy brain finally began to focus on more than just their awkward arrangement in the bed and her sister’s rudeness. Yang had no Facebook two years ago, or college record. This wasn't a big deal necessarily, even if it was a little odd and definitely suspicious.
However, Winter hadn't taken one thing into consideration. And Weiss was going to make sure she didn't forget. "Is this all?"
"Don't you understand what this means?" she asked somewhat sternly, as if it should be obvious. In a way, she wished the blonde bruiser was still awake, so she could answer for this herself. "It means she's hiding something. Something big. Why else would I hit such a dead end if she didn't have anything to hide, Weiss? Normal people don’t spring into existence in their early twenties."
"You come in here at the butt crack of dawn, waving your tablet around over… some missing Facebook statuses?" Her voice started to get louder - and sharper, more focused. "This is what you come to me with about the girl who SAVED MY LIFE last night?! Crazy accusations?!"
"What if she planned that, as well?!" she called right back, keeping a constant eye toward Yang to check she wasn't stirring. "What if she hired him to make herself look better?! To gain your trust?! Innocent people don't have years of their lives missing, Weiss. All her life before two years ago! She's got to be hiding some kind of criminal record!"
Weiss folded her arms over her chest. Her face had gone from blushing, to livid, to completely, entirely cold. "Then what is your motivation, hmm? What possible reason could you have for not keeping your eyes on me, if you were so worried about my bodyguard? Why did you, my own sister, let me almost get kidnapped by a knife-wielding thug?!"
"That's... I... How dare you!" she growled, clenching her hands into fists as she glared down at her sister. The idea of losing Weiss did send a thrill of belated fear through her stomach, but she suppressed it for the moment. "How was I supposed to know you'd wander off when I asked Yang to hand me her resume? You should have waited for her rather than been your usual, oblivious self!"
"And you should have let my bodyguard do her job, get me back to the bus safely, then asked her to provide you with meaningless details that aren't really any of your business!" Still gritting her teeth, she snapped, "Have you at least tried to pull the security footage, see if you can provide the police with the evidence they need? Or is that too much to ask from you?"
"Do you really think I would be that negligent? Of course I have. God, I know you think I hate you, Weiss, but nothing could be further from the truth!" She was getting nowhere. So in the end, she snatched the tablet back from Weiss's hand as she turned to head to the door, but not before leaving one final comment. "Just think about it. If she truly was the godsend you think she is, that father thinks she is… why is she hiding so much of her past?"
As Winter stepped from the trailer, Weiss fumed silently to herself. It was so typical of her sister to feel as if she had the moral high ground, when in all actuality, she literally stood directly in the path of Yang doing her job. And Yang hadn't even brought it up – she had simply stated that she should have been paying better attention to her principal. Didn't rat Winter out for delaying her - and here was Winter, selling Yang for a song. There were definitely two kinds of people in the world, weren't there?
As she sat down on the bed, however, she couldn't help but worry about what Winter said. The Facebook posts were immaterial, but the work history and personal information were more worrying. Why didn't Yang seem to exist until two years ago?

A month into the tour, and Weiss was no closer to answering those questions. She and Yang of course had been close since, going to each rehearsal, dinner, album signing and interview together. But Yang's past was still a mystery. Weiss had never worked up the courage to ask about it, or anything to do with it; she felt like she was prying, and didn’t want to do that to someone she now respected. Even on the brief occasions she spoke with Ruby alone while Yang had vanished to the bathroom, she got nothing.
But there were other ways. As they were sat in the sitting area of the bus yet again on their way to Chicago, Yang was preparing instant coffee for them both. Hers, white and sugared; Weiss's, decaf and creamed. She'd began to get used to making it, since they couldn’t always stop at a Starbucks very easily and still make their deadlines.
One thing that had returned at last, now that she was sure Weiss was okay again was the teasing nature… "So if things go well with this Neptune guy, should I be checking the bus suspension or what? Don’t wanna wear out those shocks."
"You… are so gross!" Weiss flung at her without any real venom as she gently buffed her nails. "I told you, yes, I think he's quite attractive, but I don't have any designs! He's dating Miley, or Selena, or one of those girls, isn't he?"
"Pff, I have no clue. The only celeb's love lives I'm concerned with are yours, for obvious reasons, and Neon Katt's. Calling it now, she's queer as a rainbow."
Pacing back toward her, she held Weiss's mug out to offer, sitting herself opposite at the table to drink her own. But after taking a quick sip, curiosity was beginning to niggle. She never really knew about Weiss's love life, other than pointless rumours in the media. In fact, judging by the feelings she felt on occasion, it was about time she asked.
"So what is your type then?"
"Oh... tall, with blue hair..." When she saw Yang smirking, she rolled her eyes and sighed in disgust. "I'm kidding. I am actually kidding with you right now, you do understand that, right?"
"Suuuuure you are. But you're still dodging the question. Come on, give me some gossip. What kinda people you into? Any evil exes? Don't leave me hanging here."
Now Weiss looked a little less thrilled with the conversation - which was really saying something. "Actually, there haven't been any. At all. I mean, there was a blonde boy in high school from before I made it big… Johnny something. But he turned out to be kind of dopey, and then I couldn't stand him, so we never even went on a first date. That's... that's been it." Before Yang could say anything in response, she blurted out, "And since I became 'THE Weiss', most guys are too intimidated to ask me out, and the ones who do really think they're hot stuff - and that is not a turn on. I like some confidence, but egomaniacs need to stay outside a fifty-foot radius."
Yang laughed, picking up her drink and taking a hefty sip from it once more. Once finished, she swirled the mug in her hand, watching the liquid ripple. "Hey, I know that feeling. Was with a guy like that before, complete and utter douche."
"Yeah?" This seemed the perfect opportunity. If she was careful and didn't force her hand, she might find something out. "What guy was this? I mean, this isn't a one-way interrogation, you know."
"Shoulda known that was coming." Sitting back in her chair, she looked upward at the ceiling for a moment, seeming to debate whether or not to actually tell her or not. Yang certainly was a closed book when it came to her love life, apart from flirting with anyone who offered her a decent look of course. The shrug signalled she was giving in.
"Alright. His name was Scarlet. I dated him my first year in college, he seemed okay. But then he started just being bitchy and whiny, telling me I had to be more of a ‘lady’. In the end I thought 'No, fuck that, fuck you' and left."
"Scarlet? Really?" Weiss filed that away for further investigation - though not in collusion with her sister. Winter had pissed her off too much to actually cooperate with her in her single-minded mission to make Yang out to be an evil mastermind. "Honestly, why do some men think they have the right to just tell a woman who she is and who she can be?! You're way better off without that jerk."
"You're telling me! God, I swear guys are so damn insecure..." For a moment, she paused completely, contemplating whether or not to tell more or not. And to both their surprise, she actually did. "You have one thing about you that's seen as masculine and suddenly you have to look and act like fucking Miss America to equal it out! Yet he'd still cry like a pussy if you tell him his hair looks weird. Stupid pretty boy."
Weiss scoffed aloud at that one. "Really?! He was mad because you can defend yourself? Are you supposed to be a helpless damsel purely so he can feel like more of a man? So typical!"
Yang could only grin further at those comments. Her decision to have told her was paying off completely, and she could freely talk about her past without worrying any longer. "Yeah, tell me about it! Why are they so touchy? It's ridiculous! He was nothing like-"
At least, she thought she could stop worrying. She seemed as though she was about to go on even more, and then stopped in her tracks, backpedalling with a, "Ah, you don't wanna hear about that."
"Sure I do," Weiss half-laughed. It was all she could do to stop herself blurting out anything more - like that she wanted to know everything about Yang, or particularly, things that had happened more than two years ago.
The pause began to get awkward. Yang was only staring at her coffee longer and longer, eyes visibly looking side to side as she seemed deep in thought. Whatever this was seemed to be huge, considering how long it took her to finally come out with it.
"There was one… person who wasn’t like that. Blake." That word seemed more exaggerated than normal, as if she didn't want Weiss to know of the gender. And the name didn't exactly help with that, nor did the story as she continued. "This was before I went to college. When I still looked like that dumb tomboy in those baby pictures. They were genuinely concerned with how I felt, if I was happy, rather than what anyone else thought."
"Blake, huh? Was that your first boyfriend?" Weiss noticed the nervousness, but seemed to be not quite sure about where it came from.
"S-Something like that." Putting her coffee back down, she scratched the top of her head again, nervously running her fingers through her hair. "My first love, if you could call it that… since I still don’t really understand ‘love’, anyway. I'd been with people before and after, but none meant as much as they did. Really special. But they’re ancient history."
Of course, Weiss came from a Christian upbringing, and had very little contact with anything outside that set of values. All her life growing up, she had never knowingly spoken to anyone who wasn't heterosexual – that is, not until she had become a famous singer. Even then, her contact with "those people" had been severely limited. But she was no fool. A suspicion began creeping up her spine, and the bottle of light blue nail polish she had been opening had to remain half-closed.
"Wait… you keep saying 'they.' Why do you keep doing that? Blake's not more than one person, right?"
"Well no, of course they aren't! Just… Ah, I told you you don't wanna know." She needed to change the subject, and quickly. More or less downing the rest of her coffee, despite the steam that was still emitting from it, she quickly asked before Weiss could talk again, "S-So, you've… never even had any crushes or anything?"
"Not really," she said numbly, staring at Yang. "Nobody important." By now, she really did suspect something - and it was something she had suspected way back at the beginning of their working relationship. But it seemed a little callous to fling that accusation at her in the middle of the tour, especially after she had saved her life. So she compromised; asked another question about her past that might be less probing.
"Um… what about before this Blake? You said they weren't your first." She couldn't keep the inflection out of her voice, but winced when she heard it. That was not at all stealthy!
And yet, Yang seemed to appreciate it. At least if Yang suspected but was playing along, it meant she wasn't going to push. As long as she was cautious with her words, she could hide what she needed to, while still answering Weiss’s questions.
"My first... was actually very long ago. I was friends with people in the year above me, somehow I ended up getting drunk at the age of fifteen and randomly getting with a… a dude. I'll bet that goes against all your Christian stuff, right?"
"Well, technically yes," Weiss snorted. "But I mean, I've had a little alcohol before, even though I can't buy any myself. Not that I make a habit of it - if you're planning on telling any tabloids." Again, she heard the emphasis on "dude" in Yang's sentence. Wasn't a young girl making out with a dude at a party perfectly normal? Why would Yang put things that way if it wasn't?
Yang could only nervously chuckle to herself, yet again continuing to scratch her head. It was all she could seem to do now that the focus was on her and her alone. Even if Weiss was no closer to knowing the truth, that didn't mean she wasn't going to get to a point when she could guess.
But Weiss was getting closer to the truth a little at a time. Picking up the bottle of nail polish again, she paused and said, "Oh, did you want me to do your nails? I mean, I know that's not really part of your job, or my job, but..."
"Huh?" Finally, her hand left her hair as she glanced at her nails. Embarrassingly, they were pretty ragged, and definitely had not been painted in quite some time. Weiss couldn’t know it, but she never much bothered with that before. Now that she had the chance, she grinned in delight, shuffling closer. "Sure!"
"Okay!" The sheer excitement in Yang's face caught her so off guard that she almost forgot the entire reason she had offered in the first place. Digging through the makeup bag she had dedicated entirely to polishes, she almost dropped the red-orange hue she produced, catching it as it came close to smashing on the floor. "Heh, whoops!"
"Damn bumpy roads, huh?" Yang laughed, soon holding her hand outward toward Weiss so she could do her work. "Chop chop, missus! Else I'll be back to pampering you."
Tutting at herself in disgust, Weiss took the hand in one of hers and easily opened the bottle with her free hand by itself. Managing to set the bottle down, she drew out the cap and began dabbing at Yang's thumbnail.
"How are you going to ‘pamper’ me, anyway?" she asked as she painted. "Unless you count making coffee - and I told you that you don't have to do that. I can make it myself."
"Well, taking you to your shows is pampering, right? Checking on you to make sure you're unharmed?" She gave as much as she got, wiggling her eyebrows. "Or maybe Neptune could do all that."
Suddenly, the brush was sliding up to Yang's knuckle. "Hey! Oh, look what you made me do - will you leave me alone about Neptune?! He's just a… a business associate, a peer in the musical community!"
Yang was continually laughing, struggling not to pull her hand back towards herself. "One that you like! Come on, you expect me not to tease you?"
"Not realistically, no!" Grumbling under her breath, she set about painting the rest of the nails - leaving the extra polish for Yang to clean up on her own later, as punishment. "And doing your job isn't 'pampering', it's your job. So what else did you mean?"
"Come on, making coffee counts as pampering since that's not in my job description. Same with putting clothes on your bed, running you a bath so it's ready for you after your shows..." She drew her hand slowly back to give her the other one, blowing on the nails to help them dry.
"Right, and those are all things I ask you to do. Oh wait, they aren’t." Rolling her eyes, she set to work on the second hand. "But… I guess they count as pampering. I was just thinking more about mud masks and back massages. Spa things, I guess. Sorry."
"You really want me to massage you? Seriously?" She looked up toward Weiss to try and see her reaction, but of course, she was too focused on her work to look up and give one. The idea of massaging the diva was… appealing, to say the least. To have her completely under her control, from mere movements of her hands. Why did she now want to do that? "Surely you wouldn't want the big dumb lesbian having her hands all over you, though."
"Maybe I would." Too far! Weiss was trying to be subtle about this! Laughing a second later as she moved on to the next finger, she tried to smooth things over by saying, "Don't be gross, it's just a massage. I'd return the favour, of course."
"So now you want your hands on the dumb lesbian? That's not dubious at all." Watching Weiss complete the process was oddly enchanting. She was so focused, yet still remained the epitome of grace and beauty. Even calm despite Yang's teasing.
Then Weiss did something Yang could not have expected; she put the brush back in the bottle, picked Yang's hand up with both of hers, and blew on the nails to dry them. Her eyes were half-closed as her lips pursed and she forced air out past them, the currents caressing every inch of Yang's hand.
"I repeat," she said, looking up at Yang through her heavy-lidded eyes. "Sometimes… a massage is just a massage."
Yang couldn't look away. Was Weiss doing that on purpose? Giving her a sultry 'bedroom eyes' look while holding her hand in hers? For anyone else it would be such a basic thing to do, so why was it driving Yang insane? Why was she imagining that same expression on a Weiss that was laid down across the sofa, beckoning her over? Her cheeks were redder than ever, an unwanted side effect to such thoughts.
Though Weiss felt like she should be surprised to see Yang blushing slightly, that it should upset or disgust her, it only made her stomach do backflips. Out of hatred… or out of interest?
‘What?!’ she internally screamed at herself. There was no possibility she was interested in Yang in that respect – it was impossible! That would go against everything she believed, in general and about herself specifically! On the other hand, the palm up against her own was soft but strong, and felt perfect there. Her other fingers began trailing up to Yang's wrist, caressing it lightly, testing both how it felt to herself and how Yang would react. She wanted to say it was just to continue her test in regards to the brute's sexuality, but she could no longer be sure of that.
The more Weiss's hands moved up her arm, the more Yang could feel her heart beginning to race. The blush was enough of a giveaway, but now Yang was beginning to feel her breath hitch up. Why was such a small thing beginning to torment her this way? Making her whole body feel hot, making heat rush to her-
Suddenly she drew her hand away, finding herself crossing her legs. To try and distract herself, she quickly drew her hand up to her mouth, blowing at the nails herself to dry them. "Y-yeah? Well… maybe another time, then. Like when you actually need it."
"What if I need it now?" Weiss heard herself saying, as if listening to someone else speaking – a recording that had been digitally manipulated to sound like her voice. The blush on Yang's face had to match her own, even though she really couldn't be sure why she was blushing in the first place. "What would you say… if I actually asked for a massage? Requested it? Hypothetically."
Yang had crossed her arms, pinching at them just to double check she was still awake and not dreaming. Why was Weiss suddenly so determined to wind her up like this? Wasn't she someone of firm Christian belief? This was an extremely dangerous position for her to be in with her employer – a celebrity. There had to be a way out of this impossible trap!
But lucky for her, an excuse not to answer at all came in the form of a vibration in her pocket. Her phone. The head of security was trying to contact her. Immediately she pulled it to her ear, trying not to seem at all flustered when she responded, "H-hello?"
"Xiao Long," the gruff voice began. It was a member of the security team. "The crowd here is even larger than expected; you'll have to get ready to be on the move when you arrive. What's your ETA?"
"Oh, right, of course. Expected that with Neptune being at this one. It's... Um..."
The distraction was more than welcome, as it gave her an excuse to even walk away from Weiss and forward into the driver's cabin, out of her view. As much as she didn't want to leave things on the awkward side, it would only get even worse if she stayed and fumbled on her words. Managing to look over to the sat-nav from just behind the driver's seat, she could spot the time.
"About an hour? Give or take fifteen minutes."
"Copy that. We'll have our men in place in forty-five. See you there."
Then the line went dead. As soon as it did, Yang sighed to herself again. This situation was just going to get worse and worse. Weiss wasn't the type to suddenly give up; even over the handful of weeks of working with her, that much was obvious. She was going to continue to question, broach the subject and other related topics until the answer became clear. An answer which Yang herself didn't even approve of, or fully understand quite yet.
That her feelings for THE Weiss were becoming very unprofessional.
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White Noise