Chapter 6: Ch.6

"Yang!" Ruby shouted, catching the entire ballroom's attention. 

The freshman had her arm around her junior girlfriend. As they entered the dance floor, Ruby led the way gleefully while Blake was just happy to see Ruby so chipper.

"Hey, sis!" Yang replied. The two exchanged hugs without missing a beat. "Glad you two decided to dress up for the party."

Ruby & Blake, completely on purpose, decided to have matching outfits. Ruby's dirndl dress was red with black stitching and had a short black skirt. Blake wore a sleeved black dirndl dress with red stitching and a long red skirt.

"I designed them myself," Blake said. Ruby's prideful little bounce got a grin out of the designer. Dances weren't really Belladonna's thing. Making Ruby happy was, however.

"Looking good," Yang gave a thumbs up. "You two plan on staying long?" 

The occupants of the ball had lost interest in the newcomers for the most part. Only a few still had an eye on the couple. Yang noticed this the second her oblivious sister came in.

Ruby asked, "Why? You worried that I'll embarrass you with my sick dance moves?" 

The woman made some mock kung-fu movements accompanied by sound effects.

Blake closed her eyes, unsure if she should hug Ruby for being adorable. Hug her to stop her from accidentally hitting someone. Or just take a picture to save for future laughs.

Yang patted Ruby's head, "You tell yourself that." Changing the subject, "So, have either of you seen Weiss? I'm supposed to be her not-date."

"Dressed like that?" Blake teased. 

Yang wore a golden strapless maxi dress with fire red shoes. Fire red, meaning a flame design was painted on the heels.

"What Are Th—"

Yang cut her sister off, "Nora beat you to it."

"Crud," Ruby pouted.

Blake finally answered Yang, "And no, we haven't seen the princess." She looked over at the end of the ballroom. 

Two people could be seen mingling with certain members of the school board. One was a teenage boy, most likely entering the school in two or three years. The other was a grown woman who had graduated two years ago. Both had snow-white hair and wore the unmistakable Schnee emblem on their outfits. They were siblings of the 'princess' and their patriarch had a question for Belladonna.

"What's this about my daughter?" he asked. 

It was like a magic trick. Blake didn't see or hear him. But there he was, standing behind her with a tone that increased her heartbeat. An uncomposable chill could be seen in his eyes, and Blake felt it in goosebumps forming on her arms.    

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Schnee," Ruby greeted, offering her hand. She made sure to stand right beside Blake. Their arms touching, they were so close. 

Jacques shook her hand, "Merry Christmas...Ruby was it?" He wasn't trying to be rude by not remembering her name. He had only met Ruby one time. Not taking offense, she nodded. "Now, you say you haven't seen my daughter Weiss?"

"No, sir," Ruby replied. She took a casual step forward. Blake took a casual step back. "I can text her if you want."

"I appreciate the offer," he said. He took half a second to notice Ruby's hand holding Blake's before continuing. "But I have her number in my phone as well." He let out a chuckle, pulling his phone out.

"Didn't that come out last week?" Ruby asked.

"Yes," Jacques said, a little annoyed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to call my daughter."

"She's outside the room." Yang alerted. 

Xiao-Long, phone in prosthetic hand, had been talking to said daughter. Ruby's stalling managed to distract the man long enough for her to send Weiss the message.

Weiss' reply back read, 'Dad's friend ran into me. Had to 'play princess' for a minute. Coming up the stairs now.'

"I'll meet her there," Yang said.

"Thank you, miss..." Mr. Schnee asked.

"Yang Xiao-Long," She answered, walking toward the door.

He followed her, "And how exactly do you know my daughter?" 

Yang's options were simple ones with varying consequences for her friend.

 

'She's my sister's roommate.' An out of date answer that shouldn't lead to anything negative in theory.

'I'm her new roommate.' Something that would no doubt bring a further discussion, even though it's true.

'I want to bang your daughter.' This would cause a full on scene and definitely cause problems for both women involved. It wasn't even true. Yang just wanted to piss him off for the hell of it.

We have 'insert class name' together. A lie he could easily debunk with a few conversations.

She inevitably didn't get to choose. Weiss already had an answer ready.

 

"I'm her tutor," Weiss said, meeting both of them. 

Yang saw Weiss and was almost immediately captivated by her. Weiss' off the shoulder lace dress with a snowflake aesthetic was nice on its own. But her smile was worth so much more than anything she had on. Take away the eye shadow, lipstick, tiara, and gloves. Weiss being genuinely happy to see Yang was priceless in her opinion.

Weiss looked up suddenly from apparently staring at Yang's outfit. She met Yang's eyes and turned to her fathers. In that split second, she told Yang to play along with just a glance. Yang had no issue with doing so. She just wished Weiss had come up with a better cover.

"Yeah," Yang said. She took her stance next to Weiss. She was the girl's escort after all. "She's really smart."

"Of course she is." Mr. Schnee said, "She's my daughter. I didn't send her to the most expensive catholic school in the city for nothing." 

Weiss didn't loosen up at all. She knew that wasn't the end of it. This was Yang's first meeting with the man. She'd only been told by Weiss about his unflattering comments. Unfortunately, she was about to hear one of them.

"She also should know better than to associate with gays." The only thing that kept him from using the slur were the other guests who might hear him. In Jacques' mind, that would be rude.

"Excuse you?" Yang clenched her fist. Her rage was only being checked by her friend's presence. Every possibility of her having respect for this man was about to fly out the window.

"The two women you were talking to." He began, "The black girl and Ruby. They're gay. The matching clothing and handholding are similar enough to that of a normal couple's actions. You know: dressing alike, touching publicly. That charade."

Yang focused on some keywords in his hate speech. 'Charade'. 'Similar enough'. 'Normal couple'. They were like lighter fluid to her current anger.

"Father." Weiss questioned, "I believe they paid their ticket to the party just like everyone else here. Including the heterosexual couple making out in the corner. So I think they should be allowed to socialize like—"

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He stopped her, "I don't care if they want to come to events or not, daughter. I care if they shove their lifestyle in my face while doing so." He took a step closer to her. Towering over Weiss leaving her with no one else to look at. "Furthermore, you shouldn't care about them. You shouldn't care about them, because,"

He paused to allow Weiss to finish.

"Because, I'm not gay." 

She'd said it a dozen times growing up. It used to be basic. A thing that meant a lot to Jacques but nothing to Weiss. Coding that left her scared in the long run but was easy to get through for the moment. That is until she had to say it in front of her best friend.

"Yang." Mr. Schnee turned, "Do you agree?"

With no hesitation, "No. I don't." 

Weiss gulped fearing the worst. The last thing she wanted was her hurt friend getting into a fight with her father. Yang, even in her fury, knew punching out a school donor and alumni would only cause problems for her.

"I'll be leaving now." 

Yang turned and walked out of the room without any other exchange. She'd catch up with her sister and Blake later. Weiss wasn't in her foreseeable future. All Yang knew was that she needed some air.

All Weiss knew was that her friend was in pain.

 

-A Few Minutes Later-

 

The university's gym was a 24/7 gym. Swipe your I.D, turn the light on, and punch a bag. Yang rarely went there due to how packed it usually was. But it was Christmas and there was snow outside. She was all alone. No one could hear how loud her punches or her battle cries were.

She kept her stance, giving the inanimate object a series of unrelenting hits. Each punch cracked an echo. Her grunts followed behind them. Her hair stayed in a bun, with a red rhinestone pin keeping it in place. Amazing given how much of a work-out Yang was getting in.

"I liked your dress." A voice said. Weiss didn't need to look too hard to find the woman. Seeing Yang in a tank top and shorts did prompt Weiss to stare at the floor. "It was really bright and I liked the flaming intensity." Yang's dress did match the shoes. Along her right side was an orange fire starting from the hem and dying down around the hip.

"Surprised you noticed the flames." Yang kept to her punching. "You decided to get a good look at my rack the minute you walked in." Weiss looked shocked and wanted to protest. Yang didn't give her the chance. "I know! I know! You're not gay."

There wasn't any dialogue for quite a while after that. Just the sound of Yang's fist hitting the leather. Both her organic and bionic hands were making contact with very distinct sounds.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Weiss asked. She took a step. Yang kept going.

"I'm fine." She lied. 

Weiss threw the cautious approach away and walked up to the bag. She gripped the side, halting Yang's work-out. Then, pointed her finger at Yang before lecturing her.

"Look. I came here to try and apologize. Even if you don't forgive me, I'm not going to watch you break your hand." 

Yang stood with her arms crossed, "Well? I'm waiting."

Weiss took a breath and began, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you my dad was a homophobe. I'm sorry I didn't say more to defend you or Ruby or Blake. I'm sorry that I've been looking at you the way a creepy frat boy would."

Yang dropped her stance hearing Weiss drop her composure. The sophomore's breathing got a little heavier and her eyes watered up.

"I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect roommate you wanted. I'm sorry for making you switch roommates. I—" 

Yang just went for it. This girl needed a hug. It was becoming clearer to her that she hadn't been given many growing up.

Weiss' tears weren't dying down. She wasn't even hugging Yang back. She was just frozen. Not sure what to say or how to react. Here she was again, being hugged by her roommate after flipping out. How could Yang forgive her so easily? And why did such a simple act seem to have this much of an effect on her?

"Don't be upset about stupid stuff," Yang said.

"Okay," Weiss replied. Her arms wrapped around Yang's back slowly letting the words sink in.

"You wanna talk about it?" she offered. Weiss shook her head. "What do you want?" Yang asked, trying for a verbal response.

Weiss' fingers slide up to Yang's shoulders. Her breathing was starting to steady. Schnee had a few things she wanted to do but didn't know how to ask.

 

'I want to kiss you.' It would've come off as taking advantage of her kindness.

'I want to go back to the dorm.' Perhaps the best option, but Yang would need a minute to shower and change.

'I want to go back to the dance.' She felt bad for indirectly ruining the ball for Yang, but it would produce some questions from the guest.

 

Unexpectedly, a tender kiss graced Weiss' head. It called her back to reality. When she looked up at Yang, the woman's smile was all she could focus on. Her lips seemed so close after the kiss. Like they were calling out to her.

"Weiss?" Yang called again.

"What?" she shook her head confused.

"I said, 'do you wanna go home'?" Yang raised a brow, "Your ears working?"

"It's not my fault you're so cute," Weiss retorted.

"Hey!" Yang cheered. "You said I'm cute!" 

Weiss quickly let go of her crush.

"Don't get cocky." She whipped her face, "Let's go back to the dorm. You need to take a shower."

"You do too," Yang said, reaching for her bag. Weiss didn't actually smell bad. She just wanted to see if she could get Weiss to do a smell check. Which she did. "Ha! Made you smell!"

"Ugh! Whatever!" Weiss pouted all the way out of the gym. Yang snickered, seeing the sophomore's face. Hearing Yang's laugh got Weiss to smile.

"Hey." Weiss grabbed Yang's hand as they began to walk toward their dorm. "Thank you."

Squeezing gently, "Yeah. No problem."

END

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