Author's Note: You asked for it, so here it is.

Welcome to the first chapter of an all new, standalone Bleiss story. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the story The Legacy of Bleiss: A Discord Anthology, I'll give a short little summary here.

Bleiss began as a joke on a Discord server I'm on because of some artwork which featured a color inverted Weiss. Black hair and red eyes as opposed to white and blue. Soon enough we came up with a backstory and personality for this "black Weiss", or Bleiss, and gave her the opposite personality of Weiss. Where Weiss is refined and graceful, Bleiss is crude and lewd. Where Weiss showed no interest in Jaune, Bleiss wants him more than anything else in the world.

Pretty much every Bleiss scenario is based on lewd humor. Of her aggressively pursuing Jaune. And that will most certainly happen here in this story. However, I'm going to attempt to actually take a serious approach with it as well, instead of purely sex jokes and lewd situations. I hope I'm able to achieve this. And I hope you enjoy the start of this new story.

A pair of pale blue eyes stared down at the floor. An outstretched hand pressed up against the door of her locker was the only thing supporting her right now.

She had lost. She had lost again.

It didn't matter that this time had not been a life or death situation. It didn't matter that this had only been practice. It had been for show. For one of them, it had been for fun.

Weiss hadn't had fun.

Normally sparring in Miss Goodwitch's class was not something that too many students took seriously. Students usually didn't try their hardest. They weren't trying to hurt one another. They were merely honing their skills for a time when they would be out in the field facing the creatures of Grimm, or worse. Weiss had once wondered why they spent so much time practicing facing human opponents. Then she and the rest of her team had gone to Mountain Glenn.

Images and memories flashed in her mind. They caused chills to run down her body.

"You okay, Weiss?" the other person in the room asked.

Weiss looked over to see Yang Xiao Long, her latest adversary. The girl who had just defeated her. Rather soundly too. Weiss was skilled in swordsmanship, and her glyphs gave her an edge over most opponents who did not know what to expect from her and her abilities. Yang, however, knew all her tricks. They trained together. They practiced team strategies together. Yang was almost like a second older sister to her. Of course she knew all the abilities Weiss had up her sleeves.

"I'm fine," the heiress lied.

"You sure? You've just kinda been standing there for a while." A slight frown formed on the blonde's lips. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Only her pride.

"No, I'm fine." Physically. "I'm just... thinking." About their match.

Yang was an immensely powerful combatant. What she lacked in the grace and finesse that Weiss possessed she more than made up for in sheer strength. Both in body and willpower. Yang could get knocked down a hundred times and she would get back up each time stronger. It wasn't just because of her unique Semblance either. Her will was like a flame that could never be extinguished. And every time one tried to snuff that fire out, it only burned brighter.

She wasn't sure if her teammate truly accepted her answer, but Yang nodded nonetheless. "Okay. But you might wanna hurry up and get changed. Miss Goodwitch might say something if I'm the one who comes back first."

Weiss only now noticed that Yang had changed back into her Beacon Academy uniform. Weiss on the other hand still wore her white-blue combat skirt and jacket she had donned for their spar.

"Yes," she agreed. "You go ahead. I'll be done shortly."

The blonde nodded again. "Alright. See ya."

Yang walked past and went through the double doors of the locker room. Weiss was alone now with just her thoughts. Her stupid thoughts filled with defeat. Inadequacy. Fear.

She punched her locker hard enough to leave a dent.

It wasn't just that she had lost. Losing to Yang of all people was nothing to be ashamed of. However, it was not the first loss in recent memory. Her mind once more drifted back to Mountain Glenn. She remembered her team's failure to prevent a speeding and explosive-laden train from crashing into the city of Vale. Her failure to prevent a tide of Grimm from swarming into the city. Her failure to defeat the man who had tried to kill her.

Weiss Schnee should be dead right now. She would have been if not for sheer luck. Of being thrown into the train car where Blake stood victorious over an unconscious Roman Torchwick.

Tears stung in her eyes as her fist slammed into the locker again and again.

She would be dead if Blake hadn't been there. The White Fang officer had toyed with her. He had taken every blow that had come his way, and had remained standing. Then he struck back. His sheer strength had overwhelmed her. In the end Weiss had been helpless. He could have carried through with his intent to finally kill a Schnee.

Weiss had to get stronger. The Vytal Tournament was quickly approaching. It would be only a matter of weeks until she competed live in front of an international audience. In front of her father. In front of Winter.

She could not fail. She could not be so easily embarrassed on such a stage.

Opening up the bent metal door of her locker, Weiss rummaged around her belongings until she found a small metal box. It was something she did not keep in her team's dorm out of fear of somebody finding it. Of somebody abusing it. It was her responsibility. Her burden. Her mistake.

Entering the correct number combination onto the box's lock, it opened up to reveal a padded interior that held a single small vial of liquid. The next generation of Schnee Dust Company product lay inside. That is, if it passed the rigorous tests that it would need to go through before it hit the open market.

The highly concentrated dust elixir was a cocktail of ingredients that was meant to increase one's physical performance. It would boost stamina. Strengthen Aura. Even heighten one's aggression if the preliminary tests were to be believed. Just what a warrior needed. Just what she needed.

The dust was unproven, and normally there was no way she would be allowed to take a sample, must less test it out herself. However, she was running out of options. She had stolen it from the Schnee labs just prior to coming to Beacon. It had been a contingency plan. In case she hadn't been strong enough to make it on her own. In case she needed a little performance enhancement. The idea of failing and having to return to her father was an unthinkable one.

She needed to win the tournament. She needed to get stronger. If this was the way to achieve her dreams, then so be it.

Weiss popped the top off of the vial and poured the black liquid down her throat.

Ruby groaned softly, her arms and legs stretching out beneath her covers. She could have sworn she had just been dreaming about her best friend and partners cursing up a storm. Weiss, however, would never swear in her life. She was far too proper and dignified for any profanity to ever leave her mouth. If anyone would ever be caught saying such words, it would be Yang. Or maybe Ren. That boy was far too tranquil and quiet, and she refused to believe it was genuine.

"This is crap." Ruby's heart skipped a beat as she heard the words being uttered. "This is crap." A sigh filled the air. "This is crap."

Was that... was that Weiss? Was her dream coming true after all?

Ruby's mind immediately went to the dream where she was rolling around and laughing atop a mountain of cookies. Why couldn't that one have come true?

Still, before she could get too engrossed in her fantasies, she had to know just what was going on below her. Sitting up on her perch of the top bunk of their makeshift bunk beds, Ruby looked down to see just what Weiss was doing.

And what she saw shocked her.

Clad in nothing but a white towel wrapped around her head, Weiss stood completely nude in the center of the room as she sorted through all of her clothes. Every inch of her pale and silky-smooth skin was on display seemingly without a care in the world. A pile of clothing had built up on the floor around her. Nothing about this situation was right. Nothing was normal. There were so many things wrong here that Ruby did not even know where to begin.

Ruby had seen all of her teammates in various states of undress. It came with sharing a dorm. And with all of them being girls, there was no problem with it. While they were all comfortable in one another's presence, none of them ever strutted around completely nude like this. Least of all Weiss. Not even Yang was this brazen with her body, and Ruby knew how much her sister loved to flaunt her perfect figure.

Then there was the swearing. Ruby had never heard a foul word slip through the heiress lips in her life. So why was she of all people suddenly calling all of her clothing such a thing while carelessly tossing them to the floor?

Only one way to find out. "Weiss?" Ruby asked, her concern struggling to overcome the drowsiness in her voice.

The other girl didn't bother looking at her when she spoke. "Yes, Ruby?"

"What, uh... what's going on?"

Another sigh slipped through her partner's lips. "I'm trying to find something decent to wear today. But apparently all I ever thought about buying were these shitty white and blue skirts."

Ruby saw how her partner looked utterly disgusted by the contents of her wardrobe. Hands pressed down on her hips as she looked down at the pile of clothing with disdain.

"Well, um, it is a school day," Ruby reminded her. "So we need to wear our uniforms anyway."

"Ew. Fuck that."

Ruby blinked. What? Just... what?

Another scornful sigh left Weiss' lips as she picked up one of the last outfits she had not cast aside. "I suppose this will have to do... at least it has some black on it."

The outfit in question was her white double-breasted jacket with a matching skirt. The black she spoke of was the piping and buttons which decorated it. She hadn't worn the attire since the pair had visited the CCT Tower a couple weeks earlier.

The girl held up the outfit in front of her with outstretched arms. Almost like she was examining it for the first time. Like he was trying to imagine how she might look in it.

Before Ruby could say another word about how they needed to wear their uniform to class, another voice broke the silence. "Put some damn clothes on already, Weiss."

A look over across the room showed that Yang had woken up, and was looking down upon the heiress much like Ruby was. But where Ruby did not express her concern for the girl's lack of dress, Yang had no such reservations.

Weiss scoffed before tossing her chosen outfit onto her mattress. "What's wrong? Never seen a pair of tits before, funbags?"

Ruby's eyes widened. What was going on? This wasn't normal. This was so beyond normal that she wondered if something was actually wrong with her partner.

Her sister on the other hand apparently did not share her concerns. Yang merely laughed. "Of course I have," she said happily. A smirk spread across her lips, and she motioned down to Weiss with a nod of her head. "Have you?"

It was no secret that Yang was the most well-endowed member of the team. It was also no secret that Weiss was the least. Normally such topics of conversation never came up. No one among them cared about such things. However, now that Weiss actually had broached such a topic, and in such an aggressive way, Yang had no problem returning the favor.

The expression on Weiss' face darkened at the verbal jab. "Oh go suck a dick, Xiao Long."

Ruby gasped. Yang on the other hand laughed some more. "Okay, is this a prank? I mean I'm not complaining or anything, but I gotta know. Did you lose a bet or something, Weiss?"

If this was some sort of prank, then Weiss was absolutely committing to it one hundred percent. That wouldn't have been unusual for her partner. Weiss Schnee did not do half measures.

However, this did not seem like a prank. This was too real to be such a thing. "Weiss, are you feeling okay?" Ruby asked, voicing her concerns.

Weiss finally looked up at her. "I feel peachy-fucking-keen, Ruby. How are you?"

Her eyes were red. Why were her eyes red?

Ruby forgot what she was about to say next. There was something terrifying about those eyes of her partner. "Uh, well, I-"

"Wait," Weiss said, putting her hand up in a stopping motion toward the girl. "I seem to have stopped caring."

The redhead was at a loss for words. Had they gone back in time? Was this the Weiss she had met on the first day of Beacon? The mean, easily-annoyed girl who had lectured her about the dangers of dust? The one who insulted her and treated her like a child?

No. Not even that Weiss had been so crude and vulgar. This was like a totally different person. One look into those crimson eyes of hers told her as much. Were they contact lenses? Did she have some radical and mutated strain of pink eye? Was it some kind of Grimm infection?

Weiss removed the towel from her head, and a cascade of black silky hair fell down around her shoulders. It was still damp from the shower that the girl must have only recently taken. That certainly explained the nudity. But it did not explain the color of her hair. Or her eyes.

...She had turned black and red. Maybe it was indeed some kind of Grimm infestation. A Geist maybe?

No. That was just crazy talk. There must have been a perfectly rational explanation for this.

"Whoa!" she suddenly heard her sister cry out. "Weiss, what happened to your hair?"

Weiss didn't look up as she began to finally slip on her undergarments. "What about my hair?"

Yang pointed down at her, as if she needed to explain what was wrong with the situation at hand. "It's uh... it's black."

"Yeah? So what?"

"So what? What do you mean so what? Your hair's supposed to be white, and Blake's is supposed to be black. You're ruining the whole team dynamic."

Weiss scoffed dismissively. "Like I give a fuck."

This was a grave cause of concern for the leader of Team RWBY. Something was very wrong. Her best friend and partner should not have just woken up one day to look and act totally different from her usual self. Why wasn't Yang seeing that as well?

"Whatever you say, Bleiss," Yang said jokingly.

Weiss paused from slipping on her skirt to look up at Yang. "Bleiss?"

"Yup. Black Weiss." She pointed to the girl again. "Since you've got yourself a new hair style, might as well give you a new name until you decide to change back."

Ruby frowned. Now was not the time for her sister to be making puns. Not that any time was a good time for Yang to utter her awful puns. But especially not now.

"Bleiss..." the girl repeated, as if testing out how the word felt leaving her mouth.

"Oh, you like that? Alright, Bleiss. I'll just keep calling you that until you get over whatever weird phase you're going through."

"Uh huh."

A phase. Ruby really hoped it was just that. She did not want to have to put down her best friend because she was slowly being infected with some sort of Grimm virus.

She shook her head. No. That was stupid. Of course that wasn't happening. That wasn't logical. Ruby had never heard of a case of someone being infected by the Grimm like some sort of zombie apocalypse movie. And Geist Grimm were only known to possess inanimate objects. Not people. There would be no cause for having to mercy kill Weiss. That was just silly.

"So Weiss... you're sure you're okay then?" Ruby asked once more.

A frustrated sigh tore through the air as she finished buttoning up her white jacket. "Oh my gods, Ruby. I'm fine. I'm fucking fine. Okay?"

"Hey, chill out," Yang said in her sister's defense. "She's just concerned because you're acting so weird."

Okay, so it wasn't just her who thought so. Yang definitely noticed it as well. She just did not appear to be as concerned about it.

"Yeah well I didn't ask for your damn concern," Weiss said defensively. After binding her hair in its usual sideways ponytail she moved over toward the door. "I'm hungry, so I'm getting something to eat. Don't bother following if you're gonna be such annoying bitches, okay?"

Without waiting for a response, Weiss opened the door and walked out. She did not forget to slam it back shut after she had passed through.

"Wow, what crawled up her ass this morning?" Yang wondered aloud.

Ruby initially wanted to say a Geist had, but she ultimately decided against it. "I dunno. But she seemed off to you, right?"

Yang let out a soft chuckle. "Of course she did."

The redhead frowned. "But you don't sound too worried about it."

"Hey, if she's decided to cut loose and drop the whole little miss prim and proper act, then I'm all for it. I mean for all we know she could be a total freak underneath all that classy high society rich girl stuff."

That... seemed like a stretch. A rather large one at that. "I don't know..."

"Besides, she's seventeen! This is the age to experiment and go wild. Let her have her fun. If she wants to dye her hair black and get piercings and all that stuff, I say we let her. She was probably suffocated back in Atlas. This is the first time she's ever been free."

She had a point. While Ruby did not know all the details about her partner's background, she came from wealth and fame. She had appearances to maintain. She had duties beyond those of just being a huntress at Beacon Academy.

Weiss had a family reputation to uphold. She was the heiress to the largest and most influential company in Remnant. That had to wreak utter havoc on the girl's mind. Maybe this was just her way of finally getting to be free. A way to finally live life on her own terms.

"Maybe she finally snapped," a third voice said.

Or... there was that.

Ruby didn't know how long Blake had been listening to the conversation. She didn't know if the faunus girl had heard everything Weiss had said. However...

Maybe the pressures of her family and professional life had finally caught up with the girl. Maybe Weiss had indeed snapped.

"Well, we'll keep an eye on her," Yang said. Ruby could agree with that. "But if this is all just a little teenage rebellion, I don't think there's any harm in that."

Ruby could agree to that as well. Teenage rebellion was what her team was all about. The docks. The highway incident. Mountain Glenn. She and her friends weren't exactly known for following the rules. Why shouldn't Weiss get an opportunity to let loose a little?

"Oh gods!" Yang continued. "Blake, hurry up and hide all your porn before she finds it!"

The other black-haired girl growled softly. "It's not porn. They're tasteful and mature adult novels."

"Tomato, tomahto," Yang said dismissively. "Either way, if Weiss is about to break free of all her chains, please don't let her discover sex."

Bitches and hoes. That's what she was surrounded by.

What the fuck was wrong with those cunts? Why were they asking if she was okay so much? Did they not realize that repeatedly asking a person if they were okay just pissed them off? That it made them not okay? That they themselves were the ones causing the problem?

Then there was the issue about her hair. Why were they making such a big deal about it? Were they all brain dead or something? Her hair had always been black. Blake's hair was black too, but no one seemed to make a fuss about that. Or the gratuitous amounts of porn she kept in their room under the guise of "art".

Weiss would have been perfectly content to sort through her disgusting selection of clothes for something to wear this morning. But no, they just had to go and ruin things by being annoying. With less than an hour before classes began she had to first go get something to eat. Hopefully none of her teammates would follow.

Later on she would need to make a trip out to Vale in order to purchase some new clothes. If there was one thing her cuckold of a father was good for, it was ensuring that her monthly allowance was always full. Being a lien sack was his only redeeming quality as a human being. And with that lien she would be able to dress in style. To add a good amount of black to her plain looking wardrobe. Something to match her beautiful black hair.

Bleiss...

Still, she rather liked the sound of one of Yang's stupid puns. She supposed there was a first time for everything.

Whatever. They could just keep being stupid in the dorm room.

Strutting through the halls of Beacon's dormitory, she was a familiar face coming toward her. Of all the professors at this school, Professor Port had to be the worst. Glynda Goodwitch was a bitch. There was no denying that. But at least she had skill as a huntress. Doctor Oobleck was some sort of weirdo coffee addict, but he knew his stuff. His presence on the mission to Mountain Glenn had proven that.

But Port? What the fuck did Port do? All that rotund man did was stand around in the classes in which he taught, stroking his own ego about exploits which probably never happened in the first place. His classes were a struggle to get through. A struggle not to sleep though.

Oh fuck, his eyes just made contact with her own. He had better not talk to her. She was not in the mood. She was also hungry. Weiss decided to just look straight ahead and hope he did not-

"Haha! Miss Schnee!" Port greeted. "Good morning to you. Quite the different look you have for yourself today."

Oh for fuck's sake.

"Yeah?" Weiss asked. "What about it?"

"I must say, it is quite a clash of color." Weiss could feel those little beady eyes of his look her over. Her nose scrunched up in disgust. "The contrast of black and white is a rather nice attention grabber."

His attention is the last person's she wished to grab. Not that he was looking at her in that way to begin with. Annoying old man or not, he had never displayed any kind of creepy old pervert vibes to her. Could this conversation just end already?

"Uh huh," she said disinterestedly. "Look, can I go now?"

The man was seemingly taken aback by the request for some reason. Well, too fucking bad! He was the one who had interrupted her. It wasn't like they were in class or anything. Right now was her time. And if this asshole thought he could prevent her from getting a much-needed breakfast right now, then he had another thing coming.

After a few moments of what looked to be collecting himself from the outburst, Port spoke again. "But of course, Miss Schnee. Do remember, however that you do need to be in your school uniform once class begins." His demeanor suddenly turned jovial. "I'm afraid even your new look isn't good enough to bend the rules!"

Okay. Maybe she was wrong with her impression of the guy. Professor Port seemed eager to get her into a school girl uniform. Maybe he was a creep after all.

Crimson eyes narrowed on the man who was only surprisingly a few inches taller than herself. "What, is that your kink or something?"

Again, the man looked shocked by the words which were just uttered. "Pardon me?"

"Your kink," Weiss explained. "Your fetish. Do you like seeing teenage girls in school girl skirts? Is that why you teach at Beacon? What kind of a fucking perverted freak are you?"

Port's lips began to move, but for the first few seconds nothing came out. Finally he composed himself once more. "M-miss Schnee! Such talk is highly inappropriate! And to a teacher no less!"

Well maybe if he hadn't been such an annoying old bastard in the first place and interrupted her journey to the cafeteria, then none of this would have happened. This man truly had brought it all on himself. Weiss herself was not to blame. This pervy old man was. And his creepy, squinty eyes which apparently wanted to see her in a plaid skirt.

"Yeah, don't care. I'm leaving now."

She pushed past the man, her shoulder grazing against his body intentionally as she did so. It was a show of dominance. Of disrespect. Of utter contempt.

Was it everyone's mission just to piss her off this morning?

She heard him call after her. "You and I are going to have a long talk after class today, Miss Schnee!"

Ew. She had heard of movies with that plot before. They never turned out good for the student. Though they always did manage to get perfect grades as a result...

...Maybe Blake had a few of those movies hidden away somewhere. Maybe with the rest of her porn collection. Weiss wouldn't mind indulging her curiosity with the material so long as it wasn't with Professor Port.

She didn't bother acknowledging him as she left the dorm. Finally out in the free and open air now, she took a deep breath and smiled. It had been suffocating in there. First with her team. Then with her teacher. Now she had nothing to worry about. No one to talk to. No one to pester her.

Until she saw yet another familiar face approaching her.

Arc. Jaune Arc. At first their eyes briefly met, much like they had with Professor Port. However, Jaune quickly looked away afterward. As the two teens neared one another she noticed how his blue eyes would try to sneak little peeks at her, even if only for the briefest of moments. How vexing. Yet again.

This time she was quick to lash out with a preemptive strike. "What!" she said suddenly as they reached one another.

The boy jumped in surprise. He looked away before speaking. "Oh, uh. Hey, Weiss. New look, huh?"

Weiss breathed out a sigh. Great. Here we go again. "Yeah, sure," she said dismissively. Everyone else seemed to be saying that. Why not him too? "What about it?"

He looked to be almost frightened by her aggressive tone. "N-nothing," he said softly. His words only confirmed her suspicion. "Just... just that it looks nice. I like it."

Ba-bump.

He had complimented her. Had she heard that right? He hadn't said it looked weird. Or asked if something was wrong. There was no concern in her voice or eyes. He had said... it looks nice.

"What?" she asked.

"It's nice," he repeated. "Different, but nice." He shook his head softly, again breaking eye contact with her. "Sorry, I don't want to come off as a creep anymore. I've learned my lesson. Honest. I'll just go before I embarrass myself even more. See ya."

Jaune walked off, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation. Obviously not wanting to annoy her like everyone else had. Even if he didn't realize it, he was already doing her a bigger favor than everyone else had done so far on this young day.

She turned to regard the retreating boy, and noticed how he did not once look back at her. Crimson eyes followed him intently the entire way until he was out of sight.

This boy... Jaune. He had a past with her. The memories were hazy, but she could not help feel that he had done something kind for her in the past. They had an entire history together, and most of it was bad. Yet there was a lingering feeling in her heart that she could not ignore. There was something important about this boy. Something which had personally affected her only recently. What was it again?

He had said that she looked nice too. None of her teammates had done that.

Weiss' tongue ran across her lips in anticipation. She needed to speak to Jaune again. And soon.

Author's Note: As you can probably tell, this initial chapter is a setup for events to come. There'll be plenty of juicy stuff in the next chapter. More of the usual Bleiss antics you may already be familiar with.

If you're not familiar with them though, I highly recommend you go and read The Legacy of Bleiss: A Discord Anthology. It's an anthology consisting of some of the best Jaune-centric authors on this website. Each with their own unique take on Bleiss.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you thought of it.