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Princess and The Dragons	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 1054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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=Chapter 4
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
Weiss squirmed as Pyrrha parked in front of the dilapidated-looking building. They had been given directions to a restaurant previously known as “Shopkeeper’s” for whatever reason, that now served as the main headquarters for the Dragons. She knew they had the right address, because the ink was still emblazoned across her palm from that morning. At the same time, knowing it was the right address didn’t allay her every fear, so she couldn’t expect it to do that for Pyrrha, either. Sighing, she adjusted her pink cardigan and turned to the tall girl behind the steering wheel.
“We’ll never know unless we go in there, right?”
“It’s such a rough neighbourhood,” she whispered, glancing around warily. Her own outfit was a little more conservative, a grey jacket covering the top half of her long dress that fell all the way to her ankles. “A-and they terrify me. But if you’re sure they won’t hurt us…”
“I don't think they will. I mean, we’re no threat to them in general, and Yang is… a genuinely good person.” Saying it sounded so true that she knew examining that was futile. “So she won’t let anything bad happen, anyway.”
Nodding, Pyrrha turned off the engine and adjusted her ponytail. They almost looked like they were trying to be twins, given that their hairstyle and outfits were so similar. “My parents would ground me for a thousand years if they caught me doing this…”
“Don’t you want to live a little?”
“No!”
Laughing, Weiss got out of the car. Pyrrha could be such a stick in the mud sometimes - and that was coming from a real prude such as she.
The inside of Shopkeeper’s was actually fairly well-maintained, even if the outside and the entryway were filthy and gutted, the windows blacked out. It was dimly-lit but as tidy as the bar Yang had taken her to previously. Several round tables littered the main space, but some of the dining floor had been cleared away for the purposes of dancing, and one corner now played host to a pool table. A jukebox played softly in another corner, even if the multicoloured lights along its surface flickered now and then. No one was smoking; that seemed to take place outside, as with many restaurants, even though the purpose of this one had clearly changed. The bar was well-stocked, and an older woman with multiple tattoos tended the drinks as the denizens relaxed.
As it turned out, there were a few more Dragons than they realised. Not many, but the girls Weiss saw in the halls of Beacon High weren’t their full complement, as she had wrongfully assumed. Most of the new faces were older faces. Three ladies that were at least old enough to be her mother sat around one of the tables, laughing and slapping their thighs as a younger girl with brown hair, buzzed nearly down to the scalp, delivered them another round before heading back to the bar.
“Well… fudge,” Pyrrha breathed. “There are so many!”
“It’s okay,” Weiss whispered to her as they shuffled very slowly into the room. More than ever, she felt self-conscious in her saddle shoes and skirt; they definitely didn’t suit the atmosphere. But trying to wear anything else would have been a less than authentic representation of who she was. “Just… act natural.”
“You owe me for this, Weiss. I mean… a huge hot fudge sundae.”
Just then, a voice cried out, “The princess has arrived! And she brought a snack!”
As a few of them laughed, Cinder Fall approached from the wings, hands on her hips and stepping lively. This time, she was wearing black jeans and a red top that covered next to nothing. She had left her leather jacket draped over the back of a chair.
“H-hello again,” Pyrrha offered with a hopeful smile.
“Who asked you to come? The invitation was for one.”
“And I appreciated it,” Weiss cut in before Pyrrha could be too upset by the summary dismissal. “But I thought my friend might want to come see what this place is like, as well. That’s not a big deal, is it?”
“It is.”
“Oh.”
“Whatever,” Cinder sighed, waving for both of them to follow. “If Salem kicks you out, that’s it, but she probably won’t care. Bringing in extra men is what typically boils her oil.”
Just as they arrived at the table, seeing that Emerald and Coco were absent but Blake was relaxing with a beer, Weiss asked, “So… is Yang here? I thought she said she would be.”
“What’s your hurry? She’s in with Salem, kissing her boots.”
“Oh? In a back room or something?” When Cinder only shrugged carelessly and dropped into her chair again, Weiss nodded and took one of the other chairs. “Ah.”
“Don’t worry,” Blake assured her with a less cruel smile than her companion. “It won’t be long. Since Yang’s our leader at the school and on certain turf, she has to report to Salem and compare notes, stuff like that.”
Something confused Weiss. “I thought she was the Dragon. And the leader. So… if she’s not the leader, and this Salem is, then why…?”
Cinder sighed, sipping at her martini. Weiss noticed Pyrrha looking horrified that girls their age were drinking so heavily, but at least she was making no comment. “You really don’t know, do you? Might want to ask her yourself. But let’s just say Yang’s not the first Dragon; she’s the current one.”
“Ah,” Pyrrha spoke up at last. “So it’s like being class president?”
Both of the Dragons just stared at her.
Luckily, they didn’t need to elaborate or segue into another topic. A door creaked open some distance from them, and out walked Yang with another gangster at her side. This Dragon had mottled patches of skin and a long red-brown ponytail, and standing next to Yang, she looked quite short. They exchanged a few words, and then turned in their direction.
“Oh boy,” Blake sighed.
“I think it’s cute,” Cinder muttered, though that was all she said before the two had arrived at their table. “Welcome back, Boss. Ilia.”
“You made it,” Yang said with a slight smile. Of course, she was back to being a little more gruff now that she was around her gang again, but that was fine; Weiss expected as much. “And… who… the hell?”
“This is Pyrrha,” Weiss said, gesturing toward her and pausing while she bowed her head slightly. “I needed a ride, and thought this might be a good opportunity for my friends to meet.”
“Ooh, ‘friends’,” Cinder mocked, and Blake snorted. “What an ice cream social we’re having here.”
“Down, Cindy,” Yang sighed, which did actually shut her up post haste. “It’s cool. But if you bring any more people, it might be wiser if you ran it past me first. But Pyrrha seems okay.”
As Weiss was sighing in relief, the short stranger moved to sit in a vacant chair next to Blake. “Um, so is there anything I can get you?”
“I’m good,” Blake said casually.
“You sure? I think Kali is cooking today, a-and she’s a pretty fantastic cook.”
Blake just stared at her for a minute. “You know that’s my mom, right? I’m fairly aware of how good her cooking is.”
Instantly, Ilia was beet red and looking down at her fists where they rested on her knees. Cinder let out another chuckle into her glass as she drained it, and Yang rolled her eyes.
“Okay. Sorry, I’ll… get back to work.” Flashing an awkward smile, Ilia peeled herself out of the seat and hurried up to the bar. Weiss felt awful for the girl, but it was also none of her business, so she kept silent.
“Never mind her,” Yang said as she plopped down on Weiss’s other side. Luckily, they were sat in the two chairs that would normally be reserved for Emerald and Coco, or the table would have been very overcrowded. “She’s new and still tries to kiss up to the seniors. Doesn’t know her place yet. But I think she’ll do alright.”
“I don’t recognise her from school,” Pyrrha said. “But she’s about our age, isn’t she?”
“Goes to Signal High,” Blake grumbled. She definitely didn’t sound thrilled to still be talking about this. “On the other side of the tracks. Sad when joining the Dragons is a step up.”
“Shut up,” Cinder snapped, standing to refresh her martini on her own. “The Dragons are the best thing about this godforsaken town.” Then she was gone.
“Wow,” Weiss breathed. “What’s getting her goat?”
Yang shrugged, snaking an arm around Weiss’s back. The presence did make her feel a little less nervous about this entire situation, but now she felt more nervous about other people seeing them be affectionate than about the affection itself. “Who knows with her? Always crabby.”
“Not always,” Blake said. “Just… almost-always.” Then she turned to Pyrrha. “So what about you? Decathlon star, or something, right? Why would you come down to our rathole?”
“To give Weiss a ride,” she answered.
“But you’re still here. I mean, were you hoping to get a look at how the wrong half lives?”
Pyrrha’s already-strained face became further saddened. “Please, don’t think that. My parents donate every year to the Restoration Project.”
“Great,” Yang put in, leaning back a little more. Weiss felt the draw to slide sideways and rest against her shoulder, but resisted for the time being. “All we need is someone coming in, trying to bulldoze Shopkeeper’s. Then we’d have to find a new spot.”
“Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t- well, they’re just doing their best to-”
“We know,” Blake cut her off. “And I do know a couple poorer families who have a nicer place now because of that project. Just… doesn’t always work out great for everyone, that’s all.”
Now Pyrrha looked thoroughly depressed, and Weiss felt it was her own fault. So she put in, “Yeah. Helps a lot of families. And anyway, at worst they would probably just demand you get this place up to code, not tear it down; it looks solid enough.”
“Maybe,” she conceded with a small chuckle and a smile.
“Let’s grab some grub,” Yang grunted, pushing to stand. “Blake, you want anything? We both know how you hate to bother her while she’s working.”
The Italian Dragon gave an indifferent shrug, but her eyes said something else entirely. They were almost embarrassed, but if Weiss were to give it a name, she would call the expression concerned-yet-annoyed. But all she said was, “Fries.”
“Got it. Keep my friend entertained.”
“Sure,” she snorted with a glance over. Pyrrha gulped.
It didn’t take them long to cross the restaurant and push their way through the swinging doors into the kitchens. A few Dragons were in there, though none of them wore leather jackets while working on the food orders. An olive-skinned woman who forcibly reminded Weiss of Blake was reprimanding one of them on her burger-forming technique as they watched.
“Is… everyone here a woman?” Weiss asked Yang in an undertone.
“Yeah. Kind of our thing, right? Though guys aren’t technically banned; we just make them feel so unwelcome they choose to leave on their own. Not even on purpose.” Her arm looped around Weiss’s neck and dragged her along toward the chef. “We’re just sooooo hospitable.”
“Why, hello,” Kali Belladonna said as she smiled across at them, hands clapping in front of her ample chest that was outlined all too well by her thin shirt - and lack of anything underneath. Weiss tried not to glance downward, but they were just out there. “Who’s this we have here? Fresh blood?”
“Nah, not really. Kali, this is Weiss Schnee.”
Her eyebrows went up a little higher. “Not the daughter of the Schnees? Wow, you really don’t have any idea where you are right now, do you?”
“I’m perfectly aware.” A half-beat later, she remembered her manners and added, “But it’s nice to meet you.”
“Sweet young woman. Even if she’s eyeing my tits like a death row inmate.” When Weiss flushed and looked away, she chuckled and turned back to Yang. “What’ll it be?”
“Some fries. Oh, and you got any of that barbecue pork left?”
“All gone, I’m afraid. Right now, we have… burgers coming up, a pot of minestrone, and a big chocolate cake in the fridge.”
“What do you think? Burgers again?” After a heartbeat of silence, she snapped her fingers. “Yo, Weiss!”
Blinking rapidly, she stammered, “O-of course! Though I… wouldn’t mind trying the minestrone.”
That choice seemed to please Kali. She had a feeling that if Blake smiled more often than once in a blue moon, the family resemblance would be more obvious. “If I’d known someone with actual class was coming, I’d have made my garlic tortellini. But alright, I can fetch you a cup of soup.” In an undertone, she told Yang, “Hang onto that one.” Though she didn’t trouble to keep her voice down, and sent a little wink at Weiss before turning back to the stove.
“Awww, she likes you,” Yang teased the red-faced girl. “Maybe you’ll get a better look at her tits later if you play your cards right.”
“Quiet, you.”
Soon enough, they were heading back to the main area. Yang had a fairly large hamburger that looked good, but different from the one at Junior’s; a larger patty, no sesame seeds on the bun. Weiss’s cup of soup was steaming and in the middle of a plate with oyster crackers ringing the cup itself.
The table was a little more crowded when they got back to it. And Weiss was rather shocked at the activity taking place there.
“Isn’t this better?” Cinder was asking, arm looped around Pyrrha’s shoulders to hold her in her lap. The grey jacket was now on the back of the chair and Pyrrha seemed to be wearing a Dragon instead. She looked as if she wanted to expire on the spot; Weiss honestly couldn’t tell if she was flattered or horrified by the attention, because the polite girl looked so concerned with not doing anything that might upset the insistent woman.
“Y-yes, of course. Thank you.”
Sighing, Yang plopped into her chair from before. “Go home, Cinder, you’re drunk.”
“I can’t. I’m showing this tall sweetheart a good time. Aren’t I, sweetheart?”
“You’re certainly trying,” Weiss’s friend laughed nervously.
“You know,” she went on, her other hand drifting up to let the back of her index finger graze along Pyrrha’s now-bare bicep, “there are a few… private booths in the back room. Normally, we can’t use them; that’s for the elders only. But Salem likes me. We could get better acquainted.”
“No, thank you.” When Cinder’s eyes flashed, she added, “I, um… I’m happy here, getting to know all of you!”
“Yeah, Cinder,” Blake put in, also a little tipsy but clearly with more pure intentions than those of her fellow thug. “She likes all of us. Don’t hog her all to yourself; let her hang out.”
Shrugging as if it didn’t matter to her, Cinder settled in again and pet up along Pyrrha’s neck. “Is there anyone at school you’re interested in a teensy bit more than others, perhaps?”
“Well… if you mean do I have a crush, I don’t, really. Though…”
“Though?”
Pyrrha gulped, and she shivered from the touch. Weiss was beginning to get angry, even if she was also curious what kind of reactions her friend would keep having if this went unchecked. “Th-there is this boy, in my algebra class; he’s k-kind of a square and not very good at math, but I can t-tell he’s trying his best…”
“Oh,” she sighed in disgust, withdrawing entirely to her own personal space and grasping her martini glass. “A straightie.”
Though the word was flung like a curse word, Yang chuckled, “Why are you surprised? Most of the girls at Beacon are straight. You tested a lot of them yourself.”
“Sue me. Tall, leggy pin-up goddess like this one is wasted on men.”
Whereas the physical attentions had seemed to turn Pyrrha into a nervous wreck, those words did a lot more to bring an honest blush to her cheeks. “Goddess? Me?”
“Sure,” Cinder purred, turning bedroom eyes in her direction that made Weiss feel less comfortable, even without being their target. “Have you ever seen yourself in the mirror? Not just those legs, either; pretty big honeydews.”
“H-honeydews?” It was Blake who reached over and poked a single finger into Pyrrha’s breast, and she instantly shrank in on herself. “Oh… I… oh.”
“Hey,” Yang spoke up, just as Weiss had been about to. “Maybe ease off her a little, huh?”
“Why?” Cinder demanded. “She’s in our space. She needs to learn how things work here.”
“They work by making everybody uncomfortable and like they don’t have any right to say ‘no’, huh? News to me. I thought we were the Dragons, not the predators.”
This time, her eyes smouldered in a completely different way as she glared at her leader. “Dragons are predators.”
“Actually, Komodo dragons are cannibals. You want me to eat you?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she muttered with a slight smirk. But in this case, it was clear the forceful woman was entirely joking; she had no such designs on the Dragon herself.
“Um…” Pyrrha held up her hand. “I would like to not be eaten at all?”
Though Weiss had been afraid the comment was going to annoy the others, instead it made them laugh. Blake leaned over and pounded Pyrrha on the back, which finally got her to titter along with them. Weiss relaxed and began to dig into her soup.

The night wore on. Though Yang did kiss the side of Weiss’s head a few times, she made no more forward overtures than those; they simply enjoyed each other’s company. Once the newness of Pyrrha and Weiss’s presence wore off, the others began to talk of internal Dragon matters that weren’t so secret they minded outside ears hearing them, and other casual topics of conversation such as the weather, local sports, and who was dating whom.
Other Dragons drifted in and out. Ilia came back and buzzed around Blake’s ears for a little while, and the other girl tolerated the attention fairly well, but Cinder ran her off with a few snide comments. That time, Pyrrha spoke up on her behalf but was largely ignored. Emerald showed up a little later, having had dinner with her family. The other server, whose named turned out to be Vernal, dropped by and chatted with them a little, though she didn’t seem to much care for Weiss or Pyrrha and went back to serve the others soon after.
At some point, Salem emerged. Weiss never got a decent look at her, because she was wearing an actual cloak - like something out of a movie. She spoke with the bartender for a moment, then slipped out the back door and into the night. No one else remarked on this, so she didn’t feel comfortable doing so herself.
Then things took a turn for the more depressing.
The instant Coco showed up with a friend in tow, the atmosphere shifted. All focus was pulled to them, and though the jukebox continued to play softly, no one spoke as the two approached the table in the corner. The way the smaller, meeker girl at her side was sobbing and being cradled by both of Coco’s arms had everything to do with that budding tension.
“Shit,” Cinder whispered.
“What is it?” Weiss breathed to Yang. But Yang only held up a hand, lowering it again as they finally got close enough to speak.
And it was Coco who did. “They’re moving.”
“Oh no,” Blake breathed. The others didn’t speak, merely tensed.
“I t-tried to talk them out of it,” the mousy girl whispered, long brown hair swishing as she shook her head violently, fat tears glistening on their way down her cheeks. She had an accent that Weiss couldn’t quite place right away, but she sounded British. “They say it’s f-for the best. That I haven’t been d-doing that well in Vale, anyway… I… I don’t want to go back!”
As she broke down completely again, she turned and shoved her face against Coco’s shoulder. Emerald and Blake stood to pet up and down her back, offering what comfort they could.
“What’s happening?” Pyrrha whispered to Cinder.
“Shh,” she said, but it was devoid of her usual bite and nastiness. The concern was only for one of their number who was suffering.
When they had the two sat down in another booth a little ways off, Emerald and Blake staying with them, Yang explained, “Velvet’s from Australia, and her parents want to move back. Uh… and we’re pretty sure it’s because they know she’s going with Coco, even though they don’t have any proof.”
“Fooling around with all of us,” Cinder grunted. “I’d have kept my hands off if I knew it would lead to this.”
“We don’t know that for sure. Just… they’ve been dropping hints.”
“That’s awful,” Pyrrha whispered. “Do they really think changing locations will change who their daughter is?”
At that, Cinder looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. “You’re not going to start talking about God? About His plan for us, how we’ve strayed? Leviticus and whatever? Your father’s a preacher, if I’m not mistaken.”
“He’s a parishioner. And my father doesn’t believe in focusing on all the fire-and-brimstone parts of the Bible; he says focusing on negative things is not God’s way, and it’s not his way.” Then she shrugged her shoulders, self-conscious now. “Though… I don’t know how he’d feel about me hanging around with…”
“With what?” No response. “Go on, say it. With bulldykes.”
“I would never say that.”
Cinder chuckled harshly. “You really wouldn’t, would you? Might be biased, but there’s not a mean bone in your body. The Dykey Dragons would swallow you whole if you keep coming back here.”
“Hey,” Yang said, and this time her sharp tone conveyed everything she needed to say. Even Weiss flinched, simply because she was so close to her. Cinder’s lips tightened for a second, but then she went back to drinking, no longer needling Pyrrha about her parents and their beliefs.
But eventually, Pyrrha surprised them by speaking up. “It’s alright. I… don’t understand much about what I’ve seen today, a-and what Weiss has been telling me. It’s only right that I listen, to try to understand.”
Yang nodded a few times. “Pretty decent of you. Most of the people you go to church with would probably just shove us in a muddy ditch. Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“They wouldn’t! I mean… I hope they wouldn’t.”
“They would,” Cinder said very shortly, voice hollow. As if speaking from experience.
“I wouldn’t. And neither would my father and mother.” Her hand fell to Cinder’s forearm on the table top. “But I’m sorry if-”
Cinder jerked away, standing up and downing the rest of her drink before she went to the bar. Though Yang sighed, she made no other comment right away; only moved her leftover chips around on her plate.
“I’m sorry,” Pyrrha breathed.
“Don’t be,” Yang sighed. “Cinder’s always like that, especially when it comes to straighties. Religion and stuff. She, uh… she’s had a pretty crummy life until now. The Dragons really do mean everything to her.”
Weiss couldn’t help saying, “Then she might try being less rude to everyone.”
“Oh, she might,” Yang said with a slight smile. “I sure as hell try to loosen her up. But she’s just… yeah, real serious. I think she could be the Dragon someday, if I ever got out.”
“Got out? Are you leaving Vale?”
“No, not Vale. Just… the gang. But I don’t think I really want that; it’s just tempting sometimes.” Her smile turned a little wry. “Maybe I’ll marry you and we can play tennis all day.”
While Weiss was laughing, Pyrrha looked a little confused. “Marry? But you can’t. I mean, not legally.”
“Ain’t you ever heard of a Boston Marriage?” Yang chuckled. “Maybe we’ll move to Boston. I don’t know, maybe they don’t still do that.”
“I’m sorry,” Pyrrha whispered. “I didn’t mean to imply… well, of course you can live together. As friends, as far as anyone else is concerned.”
Propping her boots up on the table, Yang sighed and stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then she whispered, “You think maybe, in the future, we’ll be able to get married? Weirdos like us, I mean.”
“Maybe,” Pyrrha said quietly.
“Not with Eisenhower in office,” Weiss grunted. “All he cares about is the Russians and his precious nukes.”
“That might not be entirely fair; he did sign the Civil Rights Act. So maybe…”

That topic kept them bantering back and forth for the better part of an hour. Eventually, Pyrrha began to yawn, so she asked Weiss if she wanted a ride back. Yang was so eager to offer to drop her at home herself that Weiss almost laughed, but she declined the offer.
“Awww, why not?”
“Because I think it might be smart if my father actually sees Pyrrha dropping me off for once,” she said as she dusted off her knees. Pyrrha was just finishing off the milkshake Kali had whipped up for her and sliding it to the middle of the table. “Since I’m using her as my alibi.”
Shaking her head, the tall ginger said, “I wish you wouldn’t put it that way; we haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Try telling my family that. Mother would probably just tell me to be safe before she poured herself another glass of cordial, but Father…” Deciding not to go down that road, she said, “And my big sister is away at State, learning how to be a congresswoman or something, but she’d probably box my ears, too.”
“Glad to hear I’m so likeable,” Yang said with a grin, though the tone was slightly bitter. Then she glanced at Pyrrha. “Where are you going?”
Freezing on her way to the other corner, she said, “Oh… I… well, I was going to offer my condolences to Velvet. Would that… not be welcome?”
“Nah, go on. She could use all the cheering up she can get right about now.”
With Pyrrha gone, Weiss turned and pecked Yang on the cheek. “Sorry we didn’t get much time to ourselves. But hey, at least we got to hang out for most of the day.”
“True,” Yang sighed, sliding her arm around Weiss’s waist as they watched Pyrrha approach the booth. Her pulse ticked up a few notches at their closeness, but that was getting a bit more tolerable now; she didn’t feel like it was a full-on panic attack every time Yang cuddled her anymore. “And your pal there is pretty alright. Reminds me of Velvet when she first started coming. A little of you, too.”
“Me? How so?”
“She’s your friend; you should know the ways you two are peas in a pod.”
Dipping her head, she laughed, “I guess so. But I like to think that none of us are this one thing or that one thing. I hate being boxed in.”
“Hey, you’re preachin’ to the choir, Schnee. Being a Dragon… it really cut me off from some things I wanted to do.”
“Like what?”
“Oh…” She shrugged, and Weiss could tell she was a little more nervous about continuing that topic. “Well, it was great for learning how to work on cars, being strong, stuff like that. And the girls have my back. But my grades are terrible. Like… I feel dumb every minute I’m in class. Most of the other Dragons don’t get that; Blake does, but it’s easy for her to do all her homework in class. I’m not that quick on the uptake.”
“Yang… we could, um… study together, if you want. Pyrrha’s an even better tutor than me. You don’t have to give up just because you’re a brute.”
The gentle emphasis made Yang smile, and she kissed Weiss’s forehead. She had to hum from the contact; it was sweet, intimate. Caring. When was the last time anyone paid her that kind of attention?
“Thanks, Schnee. I’ll think about it.”
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