Hey, it's me with an entirely new story.

Yes; I am Crazyman, the same person responsible for making fun of RWBY ships and the same person who was sent to the grave twice in one day. I am currently writing in the hospital located in Afghanistan in hopes that no one will ever find and possibly kill me, the doctors have been doing a horrible job of keeping me alive as they continue to inject drugs instead of medicine inside my body.

But enough of me. I've been having this idea for the past week now and wanted to write it, but I was unsure whether or not I should write it. Fast forward the next week and now we're here.

Just a couple announcements before we start. This is a more serious story than my other RWBY fanfic; albeit not too much to the point where jokes cannot be made, which means there isn't as much jokes as there are in 'Making Fun Of Ships'. There's good and bad sides to that, but I'll be able to provide more content if my focus is mainly on story rather than jokes.

Disclaimer: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum.

Story is mine.


Story Title: Blonde Memories

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Adventure

Summary: Blonde hair. That's all she could remember about him. For the longest time; she tried to find him, the friend that managed to influence her as a child. She never did. But upon landing in Beacon academy, a boy had finally matched her childhood friend in terms of looks and personality. Had Weiss finally found him? Or is it just another trick of reality?


Memories Of Change

Yellow. One of the earliest colors she had remembered apart from white.

As a child, Weiss Schnee had done nothing more except for following her strict father. A cunning and manipulative man if she had to be honest. Her mother had done nothing but wash her face off with alcohol, which meant that her father was the one responsible for raising her and her siblings.

Her childhood was horrible. Stress-inducing at best and painfully excruciating at worst. Weiss can still remember all the times she was abused by her father, the constant shouting and screaming directed to her and Winter. Whitley was also included, but she didn't know what happened to the boy once she entered the next Bullhead to Beacon.

She just hoped he wouldn't turn out to be like her father.

But even if her father was a terrible man, that doesn't mean he had his good days. Days where he actually felt like a father and not just someone controlling his children like puppets. One that cared for his children's growth and didn't see them as progress for some sort of mastermind plan. She could remember even the simplest of times where her father brought her and Whitley ice-cream when they were younger.

Those memories of change stayed in her heart. The feeling that even the most wretched people in the world can possibly change their ways, that not everything in the world was as cold as her name was.

When talking about change in her family, one thing- no; person always came into her mind no matter what...

...That boy.


Sitting alone inside her room, an seven year-old Weiss Schnee sat on her bed and read a book regarding the subjects of business and economics. It had been several hours when she first started the book; but with her quick logic and impressive intelligence despite her age, she already managed to at least understand half of the topics the book tackled on.

"A good businesswoman is one who is great at Social Interaction when it comes to talking to influential people. One who is able to manipulate the emotions of a person and are able to take advantage of them." She recited as her eyes dragged on the words written on the book. She pondered on these words. "Social interaction..."

When was the last time she ever talked to someone outside of her family? She didn't necessarily have to speak whenever her father brought her for business meetings, and she never ever had the chance to speak with anyone on the days they roamed around the city of Atlas. Maybe she wasn't as good at speaking as she thought she was.

Which meant she was only 'Average', her father doesn't tolerate 'Average'...

She needed to find a way to get her social skills better. Would talking to the maids and butlers count? Maybe, but it doesn't if it purely on business sense. What if she goes out the house and tried talking to strangers? That is...if she can even leave the house in the first place. Not only that, but her father also rejected the idea of strangers interacting with her under the reason of, "Stay away, they'll take advantage of you."

She never trusted random people, all because her father said so.

Reaching a slump on what she would be able to do to improve, she gave a short sigh and finally closed the book. If she couldn't even think of a way to get better social skills, how would she be able to please her father? Knowing that he was capable of giving the most extreme punishment even to her siblings, would she be able to even get close to improving?

She was tired. Tired of having to study all the time, sometimes taking up most of the hours in her life. Tired of getting up from her bed and doing the same routine over and over.

Tired of being chained and imprisoned under her father's palms.

Speaking of which, maybe she could ask her father to hire a teacher to help her get a grasp on the subject on social interaction. If he could get her at least one, then her job would be much more efficient. After all, as long as its under the reason of improvement, the man would give her the necessary resources she needs.

Getting up from bed, she put on some presentable clothing and walked towards the office where her father would be calculating his next plan for the SDC. As she headed towards the room, she couldn't help but stop at her mother's door that was located somewhere near the main office. Looking back at it, she never really saw her mother after she started drinking all of that alcohol. Sure, maybe she saw her once or twice outside her room whenever she wanted a refill. But apart from that, she barely even remembers her face.

Weiss contemplated wether or not she would open the door, she then questioned herself on why would she open the door. Knowing that her face would be met with a disappointed drunk woman drinking her life away, why did she feel the need to open the door?

Finally backing down, she decided to step away from Willow Schnee's door and head into the main office. Why was she getting all worked up about this? Weiss didn't need her mother, her mother clearly doesn't want her to interrupt her twenty-four hour drinking schedule. She doesn't need her, and that's how it stays.

Sighing to herself and knocking on the main office, she slowly entered inside just to see her father looking at business papers and complaints that he had been receiving for the past few weeks.

Jacques Schnee was a man not to be messed with. He had money, fame, and power.

Worst of all; instead of using all these to advance the problems between humanity and faunuskind, he used it to satisfy his greed-filled heart.

Weiss wasn't necessarily fond of the faunus. After all, it was them who always attacked the company and her 'friends' that was pretty much filled with the caretakers of the house. They were the ones that created the White Fang. It was their fault for making her father frustrated and angry after each raid the terrorist-group had done. They were also responsible for the fact that her father got angry to the point where he'd hurt either her or her siblings. Let it be Winter, Whitley, or herself. As long as he sees one of them during his rage phase, they will be hurt one way or another.

No, she didn't like the faunus. She despised them.

Shaking off the thoughts of hatred off her mind, she finally had the courage to address her father.

"Father?" Weiss called as she slowly approached him. "Are you busy as of now?"

"Apart from the fact I'm looking over the complaints of the various faunus that were working in the mines, I'm not." The man set down the papers and pinched his nose as he looked towards his daughter. "Why are you asking? Is it something that you; of all people, need help with?"

She tensed up; hesitation taking over her. "I...yes..."

The older Schnee gave a sigh before standing up and facing the window. "Well then, tell me Weiss. Tell me all about your silly little problem so it can be dealt with. I'm sure whatever this is could be fixed with a little bit of intimidation and Lien."

The words struck her little heart, but she nodded anyways. She thought of what she had to say before letting the words come out of her mouth. One wrong mistake and she was sure that trouble would ensure. "I'm having problems with my skills regarding social interaction. Since I'm not allowed to go outside and practice or talk to the maids without any professionalism, I would like to suggest that I should get a private tutor to help me in all of this."

"So that means that you're not excelling in social interactions?" He glared at her. A cold voice ringing throughout the room.

Weiss froze upon seeing the glare and the tone of how he said his words. Whenever her father was in a bad mood, pain would always follow. She backed away on instinct as she awaited her father's response to her kept silent after he told his last sentence, which only made Weiss even more nervous than before.

Seconds has passed before the man standing in front of her finally responded. "Hmm. Is that all?"

"...Yes."

"Good." He signaled his hand towards the door, an indication that Weiss should leave him alone. "Now get out if my sight. I've got papers to read and more stuff to worry about."

"Thank you." She simply bowed before walking away to the door. She looked to her father; seeing that the man was back to his usual routine, she finally left.

XxXxX

A day has passed, and Weiss Schnee was preparing herself for the new teacher that will guide her. Wearing formal clothing as well as fixing her face with some light make-up, she did her best to be in the most presentable fashion as she can. Knowing the types of people that her father always hired, it would be quite embarrassing if she didn't dress the part. Sitting on her bed with a straight back, she also practiced on how she would greet the person meeting her.

In all honesty; even with the fact that she had prepared everything for their first meeting, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Not because of the meeting itself, but rather because of what type of person she might end up with. Countless times, her teachers and mentors always used her to their own advantage. She remembered each time they tried to use her, the times they stole something from her, and the times she was threatened in order to get money from her.

She hoped this one wouldn't turn out the same.

Hearing audible footsteps from outside, she quickly stood up and cleared her voice. She mentally prepared herself before hearing knocking from the other side of her door. "Enter."

Before the door could even open, she turned her eyes to the ground as she bowed. "Greetings. My name is Weiss Schnee, daughter of Jacques and Willow Schnee. I am please pleased to be...your...aquaintance..."

She slowly lifted her head to see that it wasn't some young adult willing to give her knowledge about the arts of social interaction, nor was it an old person that was filled with wisdom that wanted to pass it down Weiss herself. No, it had been neither of the two types she was expecting.

What she got was a young blonde boy around her age. A boy wearing a black Pumpkin Pete's jacket with jeans. He had oceanic blue eyes and a slim body to boot.

Not to mention he was...kinda cute...

"Hello!" I'm waved while wearing a grin on his face. "My name is-"


"Nornal knees!"

Weiss sighed as she overheard two girls talking about knees and whatnot. She didn't particularly care, but did they really have to be that loud? Or is it because of her proximity to them? Either way, she just hoped they would keep their conversation quiet or just shut up entirely. She did not need to hear all about the 'phases' as teenage girls go through puberty, thank you very much.

Overhearing something else except for those girls, she heard a screen playing Vale News Network nearby. Curiosity building up on her, she moved away from her spot and walked towards the screen. "It appears that Roman Torchwick made it into the news headline once again. Trying to steal dust yet again, aren't you?"

Not really knowing why he stole dust from stores being supplied by the SDC, Weiss managed to pinpoint recent attacks to him. She didn't know why Roman Torchwick would need to steal dust in the first place, but she didn't care what his motives were as long as he was doing it.

The news station was cut off and was replaced by a blonde woman with glasses. She gave a short introductory speech about Beacon and cut off the feed rather quickly. Weiss went back to her original place located near the wall. It would just a few more minutes until the Bullhead arrives at Beacon. All she had to do was wait for it to land.

She wished she could say the same for the blonde boy vomiting his guts out.

"Yang, gross! You have puke on your shoe!" Weiss then saw the blonde; or Yang so to speak, get the little girl's cape and use it to wipe her shoes. "What are you doing?!"

"I need something to clean this up, Ruby!" Yang forcefully held onto her sister's cape. Ruby tried to escape, only to realize she couldn't due to her sister's monstrous strength. "Now stay still!"

"Ahh! Get away from me!" Ruby pulled out a large scythe out of nowhere and used it to launch herself away. "Freedom!"

"Get back here!"

Yep. This was shaping up to be a very good year indeed.


I'm done.

Spoiler alert: This story will have a couple of flashbacks. I'm not saying it has one in every Oumdamn chapter, but it will have some just to showcase the growth of Weiss and this mysterious blonde boy who you guys already know about. Which is ironic since he's supposed to be a mystery.

To anyone asking why Weiss doesn't remember Jaune's name in the summary: she does. I was implying that she doesn't remember everything about him.

Reviews are love. "You're a reviewer, Ruby." "...What does that mean?" The review can be a compliement, complaint, suggestion, and/or criticism.

That's all for now and I will see you in the next one.

Crazyman out.