Incident (ch1)

2-DAY EARLY RELEASE FOR ALL MY PATRONS!

Fair warning that this is a very, very old story, written back during volume 1 & 2 days. One of my first roleplays ever and my firs Freezerburn, I believe. The characters, setting, and events are all volume 1-based so if you're down for a throwback, read on! If not, I totally get it, but my fresher content will have to be inspired by vol7.

Even their personalities in this are volume 1-centric, as well as the dynamic we collectively thought they had back in the day. It's a bit stale now, but still was a decent RP, in my opinion. It starts off right with the 'incident' and is mostly just... drama. Nothing crazy special.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.

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															Incident

														   Chapter 1.

It was just a normal day, in a normal lecture class, with Port droning endlessly on about his "valiant" past. The level of boredom weighing down the atmosphere was a normal level. So why couldn't the fidgety blonde girl behind Weiss also be normal for once in her life?

Yang sat in the row of seats directly behind her, and thus was slightly elevated over Weiss. It was only second period, and yet she was already as antsy as though it was the last hour of the school day. She was bubbling with impatience; Weiss heard every groan, every sigh, every tap of her insistent pencil against the desk, every kick of her foot and hair-raising crack of her neck.

When she was certain the professor wasn't looking, Weiss quickly rounded on her teammate with a glare and pressed her index finger to her lips, hissing softly. But she made sure not to let her gaze linger for too long, lest she meet Yang's eyes which had no business being that pretty…

Weiss promptly turned to face forward again. Her rapid heartbeat was another thing that wasn't acting normal recently, especially around the blonde girl.

Praying that Yang would behave herself, the heiress straightened up again and tried to focus.

. . .

Yang was hopelessly bored and tired of sitting in class. Her tailbone ached with an incessant need, and she couldn't help but yawn at her professor's endless droning that turned to white nose in a matter of minutes.

She sighed, flicking a lock of golden hair over her shoulder, and stroked Ember Cecilia. The bangles rested on her arms, and she wished she could use them in battle instead of having to stare at their inactive form.

She glanced down occasionally at Weiss, who paid attention strictly, only breaking her gaze on Port to fix her ponytail or fiddle delicately with her pencil.

Yang clicked her tongue loudly, propping her chin onto her fists. She shuffled her feet under the desk, her eyes lowered into a half-lidded gaze. Clearing her throat, Yang straightened and leaned back to drape herself over the chair.

Port turned his back, preparing to draw his ingenious battle diagram that Yang recognized as one shown in the back of her textbook, and Weiss whipped around, silvery hair flying over her shoulder.

"Shh!" Weiss spat, her finger resting on the concave of her upper lip. The blonde stared coquettishly into blue eyes, and smirked. She couldn't help but roll her eyes a bit, but straightened up in her chair nonetheless. Yang quieted down, but only for a minute. Then, she whispered loudly, leaning over the edge of her desk.

"Weiss! Hey! Weiss! Weiss! Over here!"

. . .

Weiss savored the silence for as long as it lasted.

Which was a short-lived forty eight seconds.

The heiress felt her eyebrow twitching, and her grip on her pencil tightened until her knuckles ran white.

/Unbelievable... Just ignore her…/

She could hear Yang prompting her, egging her on, trying to instigate as she drizzled gasoline onto a hungry flame. She was ten times worse than her younger sister. Ruby sat beside Weiss - slouching and doodling, of course - but at least she was quiet.

Yang was calling out to her, and Weiss stiffened; if the professor called Yang out on her behavior, then so be it. But if Weiss was dragged down as well and her academic performance was jeopardized…

She whipped around once more. "Shut it, Yang!" she snapped. Her defensiveness of her position in the class was now stronger than the jitters she had been stifling around her teammate recently. Her eyes were hard and stern - almost threatening. But her resolve wavered just a little when she saw the charming smile.

. . .

Yang enjoyed annoying Weiss. She liked the way she could see Weiss' knuckles clench in anger, or the hint of a vein popping at the base of her neck, or even the way she could hear a sharp intake of air through clenched teeth. She decided to make it a hobby.

But now, watching Weiss practically vibrate from anger, it was slightly terrifying, but still entertaining.

"Oh, Weiss~" she sang softly.

Weiss' eyes were blazing. Yang quirked an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. She grinned easily, not afraid to bare her teeth in front of the rabid dog that Weiss had turned into.

"Easy, snow angel," Yang purred, her drawl pulling out of her mouth slowly. She arched her eyebrow as to challenge Weiss, and widened her eyes ever so slightly. Weiss whipped back around to place her head in her hands, and straightened to focus on the startled professor once more. There was silence. "Psst, Weiss!" The taunting call rang around the classroom. Yang smiled wolfishly, waiting for the response.

. . .

/Just ignore her. She's only seeking attention…/

Weiss had been raised to be patient, calm. She had been taught never to act impulsively or rashly based on momentary emotions; more often than not, feelings were transient and would be altered within a few hours anyway.

But her fuse was running short.

No. She was a Schnee. She was composed.

Weiss clamped her teeth down on her bottom lip, biting back another quip. Even Yang's remark of calling her the accursed nickname went un-refuted. Distracting whispers and quiet taunts, she could handle.

However, drawing the attention of the entire lecture hall with an obnoxiously loud call of Weiss' name…

"That's it!" Weiss slammed her hands onto her desk and spun around to face Yang, face red with rage and mortification. "Yang, shut up! Why is it so difficult for you to just be quiet for a few hours a day?! Have you absolutely no self-control at all? You'll never succeed as a huntress if you can't keep you mouth shut! It's ridiculous, Yang! You're distracting the rest of us from learning! If you absolutely must make noise, then do us all a favor and get out!"

Her furious shout echoed for a second until it dissipated into a heavy silence. All eyes were upon them now. Weiss huffed, still trembling and face pink as she continued to glare icily up at her teammate.

. . .

Yang couldn't believe it. Weiss had snapped. Not just a snarky comment or a particularly scorching scolding, but a full-fledged angry outburst.

Yang was almost impressed. But in this situation, with all eyes on her, even her darling sister's, she felt ashamed. Her cheeks were red; she could tell. Her aura flickered nervously, and she lowered her lavender gaze, lips pressed into a thin line. She gathered her book bag, packed her things sloppily, and stood.

"Sorry..." she mumbled under her breath, the jumble of syllables disappearing into the heavy, tense air. Yang met eyes with Weiss, cerulean and lilac connecting in an energy-filled look. Yang should've known when 'far enough' became 'too far.' She'd pushed Weiss to this point, so she guessed she deserved the embarrassment of the backlash.

It still sucked, though.

So Yang fled, her bag knocking against the doorframe and her footsteps receding. She was ashamed and angry, but mostly at herself.

. . .

"Yang, wait!"

Ruby's distressed call was what alerted Weiss to exactly what had just happened. Once the heiress had finally started to regain her bearings, she looked about her. Everyone was staring, and even the professor was at a loss for words.

She looked like an absolute fool. They were all judging her, muttering disapprovingly or even out of fear. When she met Ruby's eyes, Weiss saw the pain in her gaze, and even Blake appeared to be notably upset.

Weiss felt wretched. She hadn't wanted to lash out at Yang like that - especially not in front of the entire class. But that was one thing she had inherited from her father - once she snapped, her wrath wouldn't be silenced until she had shouted every last word on her mind. She was no different from him.

The addition of being stared at by all of her classmates had only added to the pressure, causing her to babble on even longer in her discourse than she would have intended. Beacon was supposed to be where she started anew, and yet here she was chasing off her own teammates over some trivial matter.

Ignoring Ruby's call of her name, Weiss left her supplies behind on her desk as she stumbled into the aisle. Her image as a model student had already been shattered by her own recklessness, so leaving class would hardly matter now.

She ignored the rest of the world as she rushed for the hall and gave chase after Yang.

. . .

Yang wanted to be alone. She didn't mean to create such a huge scene in front of her classroom, in front of her friends. She didn't mean to make Weiss blow up; she had just wanted to have fun.

But she had taken it too far, like she always did.

She wanted to hide, but she met a dead end at the end of the hallway. Two doors were beside her, and she tried to turn both knobs, but was met with locks.

/Damn./

She hissed through her teeth and sank down, her back to the wall. She pulled her book bag off of her shoulder and placed her head into her hands.

"Ugh..." she muttered.

The sound of footsteps nearing reached her ears, and Yang cursed again before she looked up. She just wanted to be alone, but it didn't seem like that would be the case now.

. . .

She was acting on sheer instinct, but Weiss seemed to be able to predict exactly where Yang had run off to. Running out to the courtyard was more of Ruby's thing, and going to the library would be Blake's; Yang, on the other hand, was the type to try to hide in a classroom that would probably end up being locked.

When Weiss found her in exactly the state she'd imagined, she almost couldn't believe it. Almost.

She slowed her pace when she saw Yang now, looking absolutely miserable, nothing like her usual, overly-peppy big sister self. Her head was buried in her hands, knees pulled to her chest.

Was she… crying? Oh no, no, please not that.

A pang shot through Weiss' chest at the thought of the zealous blonde potentially weeping in front of her now. Some things were just wrong: Ruby climbing civilly down from her top bunk rather than jumping was just wrong, Blake refusing fresh tuna was just wrong, and Yang Xiao Long crying was just wrong.

Weiss bit her lip until she tasted blood. She knew she was at fault for all of this for not being able to control her temper, but she wasn't very used to apologizing - probably because she hadn't been in enough relationships with people to breed a necessity for closeness, arguments, or the resulting reconciliations.

But what confused her most was the almost… soft sensation that filled her chest. She wanted to comfort Yang - but not in the way she would do so for Ruby or Blake. For her other two teammates, perhaps she might sit beside them and talk things over.

But for now, she found herself overcome with the urge to embrace Yang. She didn't know why - perhaps she didn't want to know. She was feeling too many things at the moment, and in the end, Weiss stopped a good ten feet away from the moping blonde and meekly croaked out.

"Yang…?"

. . .

Yang didn't want to look up at the call of her name. She curled into herself, making herself small and bringing her legs in to her chest. She hated when people saw her crying. She was a big sister. She shouldn't ever cry in front of others.

She lifted her watering eyes, and was surprised at the sight of Weiss.

The other huntress was fidgeting in her spot, wringing her hands nervously and burying her teeth into her lip. Yang brought herself shakily to her feet. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve quickly, and gave a watery smile.

"Hey, Weiss," she murmured. There was a pregnant pause, charged with nervous energy, and it was only broken by Yang's sniffling.

. . .

Weiss was relieved that Yang had stood up; seeing the blonde girl balled up like a withering flower in the wake of a blizzard didn't sit well with her. But Yang's smile was obviously forced, and it sent the familiar pang through Weiss' chest once more. This was her fault.

"Yang…"

Where was she to begin? Weiss suddenly found the fringes of her skirt to be particularly fascinating as her fingers fiddled with them. But she made sure to keep her eyes locked on Yang's; she was a Schnee, and if there was anything at all she knew how to do, it was to keep her head held high, even when 'proud' was the exact opposite of how she was feeling; she had been trained to be a master of this guise, after all.

She was also not one to beat around the bush. Weiss could hold a grudge, but the last thing she wanted to do was make enemies, especially with a teammate and especially with Yang. She felt her heart pound a little harder again when she noticed the other girl was just about on the verge of tears - and she had caused it.

Suddenly, Weiss felt extremely frustrated and upset with herself.

"Yang… I'm sorry for my deplorable behavior just now. I've just been fairly stressed recently and I needed a scapegoat, and… there you were." She fought back the fiery tears with all her might. She didn't know why the sting was assaulting her eyes right now, and this only served to make her even more frustrated.

She didn't want to make Yang upset, because that made her upset.

. . .

Yang lifted her chin and felt her lip quiver as she listened to Weiss explain her actions. After Weiss finished speaking, Yang smiled tearfully. There was a silence as Yang gathered her words and avoided Weiss' pleading gaze.

"Hey, it's all right. Thanks for coming to talk to me. I really appreciate it. I'm sorry that I'm such a bother," she murmured, lowering her eyes. She gathered up her book bag, and started to move to leave the hallway.

Yang wanted to say more, but she didn't want to in fear of the tears breaking her voice. She faltered as she stepped around Weiss, so that they were back to back, mere inches away from each other. Yang let a heavy exhale out of her lips, and tried to leave, but paused.

A part of her wished that Weiss would stop her.

. . .

"It's not all right…" Weiss muttered as Yang passed her, reaching out to grab her wrist. "And you're not a bother. It was my fault for being so rash." She turned around to glance at Yang's back.

"And just where do you think you're going?" she demanded, holding tightly to her sleeve. "No way am I letting you go off on your own to cry somewhere else now." She tugged Yang's arm, turning the taller girl around to face her.

Her lip was quivering, lavender eyes threatening tears even more prominently now. Fighting back her own guilt, Weiss plunged her free hand into her blazer's front pocket to retrieve a tissue.

"Honestly," she huffed, reaching up - Dust, Yang was tall - to dab gently at the blonde's wet cheeks. "You're supposed to be the oldest of us, aren't you Yang? Don't… Don't cry. If you cry then what are the rest of us supposed to do?"

. . .

Weiss had stopped her. Yang's wish had come true. The smaller girl was dabbing at her damp cheeks with a small handkerchief. Yang blinked, hardly able to believe it.

Weiss' words repeated in Yang's head:

"If you cry then what are the rest of us supposed to do?"

Yang felt her aura flare, and her voice tumbled out.

"I know... that I'm the oldest," she sniffled. "But that doesn't mean I can't cry..." She whimpered, pulling away from Weiss' hands. "Everyone thinks that I'm so tough, and I am, but I can cry too, damn it. And what happened back there definitely hurt, okay?" Yang sank to her knees now, her face buried in her hands.

Weiss was still, and the only sound in the corridor was Yang's soft weeping. Yang wanted to face her and stop crying, but she couldn't stop her sobs.

C'mon, stop crying. You can't make yourself look bad in front of a pretty girl...

Weiss stepped forward, and Yang peeked over her shoulder. Blue met lilac, and they held each other's gazes for a long moment.

. . .

Weiss gasped lightly as Yang fell to her knees. Her stomach twisted; it felt… wrong to be looking down at her oldest teammate. Her father had bred her to be a Schnee through and through. To hold herself tall with poise nothing sort of conceitedness. To cast her shadow over all others. To glower and glare through narrowed, calculating eyes that could gather all vital pieces of information to potentially be used against whomever she was dealing with…

But this was Yang. Weiss was an expert at lying - especially to herself - but there was no denying the coil in her chest whenever she looked at the blonde, nor the unfamiliar warmth that fluttered like frantic butterflies within her stomach ever since the day she had first laid eyes upon her.

Weiss stayed where she was. But though she didn't advance another step, she knelt down before Yang as if repenting.

"I'm sorry," Weiss repeated. Seeing Yang crying again was making her heart ache and her vision blur. "I… wasn't being fair. I know you must have sacrificed a lot, Yang. What I mean is… you spent your childhood taking care of Ruby, so you never got the chance to be a kid. You weren't allowed to cry because you had to be strong for her. I realize that now. I'm sorry."

Weiss tried to lift her head, to seek Yang's gaze with her own to convey the validity of her apology. But a sudden pain in the back of her neck caused small black stars to shoot into the corners of her vision. Wincing, she bit back a sound of pain as she returned her gaze to the floor instead.

. . .

Yang listened to Weiss' protests and attempts to cover up her mistake, but the blonde couldn't stop weeping. Shivers shook her body, and Weiss looked on nervously, not knowing how to console her.

Eventually, Yang's cries lessened, and she looked up. She stood shakily after a while, twirling her hair around her finger nervously.

"Thanks for the apology, Weiss," she said quietly, twisting a lock of gold around her index finger.

And she just acted - on the feelings she'd been keeping secret for weeks and weeks, on the desperate need to be honest, on the whim she didn't even realize she had until it was already too late.

Before Weiss could reply, Yang was kissing her, their lips connected in a tender, sweet kiss that made them both dizzy.

. . .

Weiss felt Yang helping her to her feet, thanking her. The heiress hardly felt she deserved it. Yang's eyes were still watery, and Weiss felt miserable.

And a second later, there was a warm sensation on her lips, and an alluring scent filling her lungs. Citrus? With a bit of a smokey smell mixed in…

But that wasn't the most pressing matter at the moment.

Yang was… kissing her.

Yang Xiao Long - the girl Weiss had secretly had her eye on since day one, the gorgeous beauty and talk of the entire school - was kissing her.

Weiss felt feverish. It was hot suddenly, and her heart was pounding so hard and she couldn't breathe but-

-but it felt so wonderful.

She tried to return the kiss - truly she did - but it was all too much for Weiss. She felt herself trembling, felt Yang press close to her just before her vision went completely black.

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A/N: I honestly don't even remember where this idea came from. My partner and I just wanted to do some school romance Freezerburn drama and this was the best we could do at the time.

Just a two-shot, so one more chapter!