RWBY Little Memento, by Platypus

Mrs. Schnee paced around the foyer to the rhythm of the grandfather clock. The steady gears were also grinding away at her patience while she waited for the butler, Klein. Suddenly, the door creaked open slightly, and he appeared with a worried look on his face. "Madam Schnee, I hurried as fast as I could, but I had to make sure I wasn't followed" he said. Schnee snapped at him. "Well you took your damn time! You know how my husband is and I....I don't need a scandal like this happening in my household. If the papers caught wind of it I'd be ruined!". Klein shifted his mood to a more bubbly yet off-putting tone. "Yes, madam, and we can't have anyone knowing how...flexible..you've been when nobody's looking". He said this with a smirk, but it was an oddity that she had found appealing as opposed to Jacques' stern demeanor. Brushing off a little blush, Mrs. Schnee reset the mood of the conversation. "Were all the arrangements made?", she asked. Klein regained his composure. "Ahem...yes ma'am. I was able to purchase a secure basket and coverings, and know of an area in the slums of Atlas where we can drop her off. It's next to a shopping district, so surely a shopkeeper or someone will find her and take care of her".


"Good...that's, that's good to know Klein". Schnee was still worried about any possibility of someone knowing. But this way all of her trouble in the matter would quickly and quietly disappear. It would be like it never happened. Nothing more than an illusion.





Later in the same night, Mrs. Schnee decided to take it upon herself to do the deed on her own. It was the only way to ensure no other mistakes were made. She crept under the cover of darkness, shrouding herself with a maid's old parasol to shield against the rain. As she went down the alleys, she found a warm grating next to a restaurant dumpster and placed the child near it, rocking the cradle until the baby cried out. With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Schnee took one last glimpse before turning away and off into the distance. The wind blew away the parasol from her hands into the trash bin, and Mrs. Schnee only thought of it as another memento that could well be rid of. While the baby cried, a young boy came outside of the restaurant to drop off the trash bags into the dumpster. He placed them in the dumpster and caught his breath from the day's labor. "Fwah..", he sighed. "One of these days I'm gonna do more than just be another nobody. Maybe if I can do great things then somebody will look up to me".





He looked deeper into the trash bin and noticed the parasol. "Well, looky what we got here. This might be worth something...". As he spoke, he heard the child's cries and spun around to look down at the cradle wrapped in blankets. Inquisitively, he approached the basket and peered inside. "Hey there", he said. "Are you alone?". He looked her over, and then around himself to see if anyone was nearby who could've left the child there. With nobody in sight, he opened the parasol above the basket to safeguard her from the cold rain. "Don't worry, I know what to do. I'm kinda like you. Nobody wanted me around much either, and it isn't fair to just let you be out here by yourself. My name's Roman." He looked over the basket for a possible name or any kind of marking to identify the child. There was nothing, but his attention was then caught by more of the child's crying. "You're probably hungry. Hang on, I got just the thing". Roman brought the basket inside the restaurant and up into his small room above the kitchens and dining room, then went back downstairs to get the something he was talking about. He returned with a small bowl of ice cream and a smaller spoon. "Here ya go. I get this kinda stuff as a treat for my work sometimes." He fed her the ice cream and she ate happily. The rain flickering off the windows also helped her to fall asleep. "I think I got a good name for you too", he said. He caressed her small head with his scraped and bandaged hand, then placed the spoon into an empty ice cream container with bits of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate still there.





"Neo", he said.