Notes: I actually based this chapter off of the picture of Erina from Shokugeki no Souma with Souma's dad, and how she seemed to have a crush on Joichiro because he was her chef and Joichiro's just a good-looking badass who can cook good fucking food.

Again, this isn't actually a 'real' chapter, but it's a chapter nevertheless.

Not to say that I haven't been writing for UMW, the problem is that I just don't know how to write it. I have chunks of different parts at different times. Like Cinder's beginnings, Valentine's Day (which will be the next chapter) and different scenarios like Yang and Ruby having a discussion with Nora about Naruto and their developing feelings about him.

And I feel like I have to address this with the amount of people pressuring me to get to canon timeline.

Guys.

I know you want to read more about 'canon' timeline. But calm the fuck down, yeah? I can't write canon with Naruto in it if I don't write about his past as well. This is the same thing as Down To Cinders. I can't rush this shit. Just gotta let it play out.

Not to mention I'm only sixteen, I spend nearly every day sitting at the computer during my holiday trying to think of things to write. Luckily for me, this took only four hours to write. Thank god I woke up at four AM.

Anyways, hope you understand my reasoning and please enjoy this Weiss-focused chapter.

WARNING:

A little lime is at the bottom, not really a big deal. Just Weiss masturbating against a pillow of Naruto briefly. (cough) like that one Hinata picture involving the very same scene with pillow-ruto (cough).

In her large white and black room, lying on her bed was the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. Lying flat on her tummy, legs up in the air, crossed together, she cared nothing for the world around her, focusing her attention and thoughts on the item in her hand.

Weiss bit her lip wistfully, staring at the worn picture in her hand. Ever since that day, she had missed him dearly. On the last day they had together, Naruto had taken one last picture with his mistress in front of the mansion. Her thumb traced over the worn edges and the folds in the middle of the picture, silently thanking herself for not ruining any important parts of the picture. A horizontal line went across Naruto's hip and over her short form, past her naturally snow white hair, while a vertical line was between them perfectly.

Originally dressed formally in a black tuxedo, Naruto had ditched the black outer layer, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt collar, showing the faintest corners of his collarbones. There was that amused smile on his face, looking rather entertained as the smaller and younger Weiss had her hand on his leg, trying to push him away from her with little to no avail due to his larger size, an irritated scowl on her burning face.

The picture they had taken so many years ago was one of her favourites, next to the one of their cheeks smushed together as Weiss took what the normal kids called a self-photograph, or a, she grimaced, 'selfie'.

How long had it been since she last saw him?

Not too long ago, actually. In fact, it only last year where she had unhappily attended a gala, one that Father had coaxed her into joining…

That damned man and his schemes.

(Flashback, a year ago)

Weiss sighed as another one of her father's many sycophants left her in search of the man in charge of the Schnee Dust Company, perhaps lick his toes a little to gain whatever he wanted. He wouldn't get it though, as Father wasn't the head of a multi-million dollar company for nothing.

Downing her choice of non-alcoholic drink, apple juice if you were so interested to know, Weiss swiped the back of her palm over her mouth to clean it in a hoydenish fashion that would make a noblewoman faint, wetting the fingerless black long sleeve gloves made entirely out of satin that complimented her general colour scheme perfectly. The colour of darkness clashed amazingly well against her pale complexion and icy hair, which sometimes looked crystal blue in certain places under bright lights, especially the tips.

Why had she come again? To keep up images, that's why. She hadn't originally been like this, so uncaring of her slouched posture or behaving like an uncivilised baboon, sighing so openly.

But honestly? Whoever wanted to judge her could fuck right off. She didn't give a shit what others thought of her now. Whereas once she considered herself to a be a queen amongst the plebeians and commoners, the man that had taken care of her when her father could not had stripped naked, down to her bones, removing such prideful thoughts.

Okay, not all of them. She was still pretty bossy, demeaning, haughty and commandeering.

And then he had to leave.

The glass in her hand cracked easily under the pressure from her frustrated vice-grip. Realising that she had just ruined a perfectly good piece of glassware, she frowned, setting it precariously on the top of the stair's handrail. Oh well, there went a three hundred Lien custom made glass. The clapping of dress shoes against marble floor was clear and she straightened her spine, chest out, shoulders back.

"Hello, Ms. Schnee." A deep voice spoke in -what she could guess was an attempt at- a seductive tone and Weiss grit her teeth upon registering the owner of the voice, her back facing him without any form of respect. He cleared his throat and she rolled her eyes, before spinning around, arms folded beneath her A -soon to be B- cup chest.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Winchester?" Burnt-orange hair combed backwards with a slight peak at the front, and indigo eyes greeted her sights. It was already painful to look at him, even more so with that ugly set of clothes on him.

She wouldn't give the fellow teen any form of respect whatsoever. The damn ass had been trying to snag her as his own, taking one of the most beautiful girls her age off the shelves as well as control and share of her wealth and company if and when her father passed on. Nothing was more tempting than a rich, beautiful and intelligent girl.

He snorted at her tone, smirking coolly at Weiss, which made her fume. "You sound a little upset, Weiss." The girl bristled at the casual use of her first name. It was considered very demeaning in the upper echelons to call someone by their first name if you weren't given permission, best friends with them, or a higher rank than them in either job or society. "Can I call you Weiss?"

"No. You may not." She was finding it difficult to keep the snarl off of her face, but managed to calm down with the memory of Naruto trying to loosen the knots tied around her attitude consisting of being a 'proper' woman. Naruto had broken through to her cold and arrogant face, making the girl feel normal. To not be treated like glass by her mansion's many servants when she could kill at least half a dozen Beowolves without breaking a sweat made her feel… ordinary. Weiss had found the experience of normality as being pleasant and 'not as bad as I'd thought'.

"Lovely, Weiss." She clicked her tongue as he ignored her reque- no, not request, demands. The only people that had the authority to call her that were her Father and Naruto. And Cardin Winchester was not either one of them. Not even close. Stretching his arm out, he gave his hand to Weiss. "Now, accompany me to the dance and perhaps I shall put in a good word for you with my father." He demanded, looking expectantly at the girl who stared at him impassively.

"I'm waiting." Weiss stepped forth, away from the handrail and her glassware, staring Cardin down.

"For what?" Weiss raised a pretty dark eyebrow, "For when you finally realise that your delusions of grandeur were indeed true? That they were indeed just delusions?" The Schnee did what her family did best. Delivering the final blow to their foe's dignity.

She scoffed, eyeing a frowning Cardin over from head to toe, the boy looking at his clothes to see what was wrong. The suit was costly and was custom made to fit him. "Ugh, go back to your home under the bridge, troll." Not accepting her rebuff and rude remarks, Cardin stalked over to her in a fast gait, reaching out to grab her arm and to drag her to the ballroom where he could show her father that he was a suitable husband for Weiss in an arranged marriage.

Weiss backed up, away from his offending appendage, her black high heels clicking against the floor as she back away from the boy -who towered over her by a full head- as he got closer. Her elbow bumped into the glass that sat on the handrail, and she watched as it fell from the top of the stairs out, vanishing as it dropped down to the first floor, out of the corner of her eye. Cardin's large and calloused hand grabbed her between the forearm and the wrist, preventing her from fighting back as he dragged her towards the exit of the stairway.

A foot stepped out from the side of the doorway before the teen could drag Weiss any further, the loud clack halting Cardin, who froze up, and Weiss, who ran right into his large back, nearly tripping over her high heeled shoes.

"Ah, do be careful Milady Weiss." A gentle voice reminded her, a gloved hand lifting up the cracked glass, still wet on the inside from the previously swallowed apple juice. "You should be careful where you put your items after using them. Milord Diamant would be very upset were you to further break his favourite pieces of glassware." Weiss's eyes widened as she moved away up from Cardin's back, unable to see the man who had unintentionally stopped Cardin.

"Who're you?" Cardin's eyes narrowed at the sight of the bearded blonde, dressed neatly in white gloves, a well-fitting tuxedo and a neat bow-tie.

"Me, most esteemed sir?" It was obvious through the pause that the unseen man looked left and right, then behind him before responding. "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes, you. Who else would I be talking to?!"

"Perhaps the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, Milady Weiss, daughter of the vastly influential and one of the wealthiest individuals to have ever lived, Diamant Schnee, behind you?" Cardin subconsciously gulped at the titles the man had used for Weiss's father, knowing that if the man had been the one to catch him dragging his daughter around without her consent, rather violently too, he'd bring a multitude of issues upon the teen's family, undoing all the work his ancestors had done to bring the name of Winchester into good light, with the addition of the wrath of the small, but very powerful, Schnee Family.

"Speaking of whom," Naruto bowed to the shocked girl, "Good evening, Milady Weis, are you having a good evening so far?"

"Na-Naruto…" She blinked, admiring his looks, before nodding. "Er, yes. I am." She growled to Cardin, who didn't release her despite her tugging.

"But I digress. I, Naruto, am merely the previous butler for the Schnee Family, and was sent to retrieve Milady Weiss on the behalf of Mr. Diamant as his friend." Weiss gawped at the sight of her long lost butler and bodyguard, the man she had crushed on heavily for years upon years. Where girls filled their rooms with posters of boybands, her cabinet was full of pictures of them together, and there were even two little dolls that looked much like the two of them, both of which she never played with, sitting together at her bedside table. Naruto had crafted them after reading up on how to make dolls, and they were rather adorable, if not expressionless save for a pair of azure and light-blue beads used as eyes.

"A butler?" Cardin sneered, now realising the man's position. "Then get out of my sight, you lowly little worm. I have no time to deal with you for your insolence. Tell Mister Schnee that I shall be bringing his daughter over shortly." What was he doing now? Weiss stared at Naruto's handsome visage. He should have totally kicked Winchester's ass already for disrespecting him, and get away with it too! This was the guy that taught her martial arts for crying out loud! Do something!

The butler froze before his face scrunched up in confusion.

"Ah!" He cried, smiling kindly to the raised eyebrow of Cardin. "Excuse me for my rudeness, Mr. Winchester," The teen stared at the man, wondering how in the name of Remnant he knew his name. "I must have mistaken you for someone else. But with that face and stunning attitude, surely you must be the child of Fisher Winchester and Maggie Flock. Cardin Winchester, no?"

"Good to see that the Winchester name and image is still prominent in Vytal."

Naruto chuckled. "Yes, and seeing as how my name doesn't bring any form of reaction to you, I can easily see your father has, yet again, failed to mention the important role I played in his life, one of the most pivotal moments to have ever graced that man. Blurring out my existence to save himself from the shame of being mocked and laughed at is an interesting strategy."

"What are you blabbering on about?" Cardin seriously hated talking like this, being forced to speak like a noble when he just wanted to bash this damn guy's head in. But this damn butler was insulting his family and name, he wasn't just going to stand there and take it like some chump.

"I see dear old Fisher never told you the reason, or if he did, the real reason why he finally came to a gala that the Schnee's were attending after so many years?" Naruto shrugged, "I suppose he finally decided to show his face in a gala where he thought I wasn't attending just because I left the household of the Schnee's. A pathetic coward he was back then, and still the same pathetic coward he is now."

"You lie!" Cardin spat while releasing his hold on Weiss, choosing to point his finger accusingly at Naruto. Walking up the butler, Cardin began to jab his finger in Naruto's face, "My father-"

All instances of being a butler was dropped, politeness replaced with the cold and cruel face Weiss called 'the bodyguard'.

"-Fears me." Before the finger could make the connection, a swift hand curled around Cardin's jaw, squeezing the hinges of his cheeks hard. The boy gagged as Naruto forced his mouth open, while the older man pushed him backwards, Cardin sliding against the marble due to the lack of friction his shoes possessed as well as Naruto's monster strength. He felt something nudging his back and then weightlessness. The lower half of his body was supported by the handrail, while Naruto's incredible upper body strength held onto him by his cheeks. Cardin began struggling, locking his legs around Naruto's legs and thrashing his arms about, trying to make Naruto let go of him. It didn't really occur to him that if Naruto let go, he'd plunge downwards and land on his neck, breaking it instantly.

"Your father fears me. Just like you do now. I will warn you once, and only once. You touch Weiss again, with or without her permission, and I will splay your guts and hang them around your home like its Christmas." Naruto stared impassively as Weiss blushed at his protectiveness. The boy could only whimper in fear, unable to speak with his mouth being forced open wide.

"Eventually, we'll be meeting again, and when we do, your life is going to be an absolute misery." Naruto yanked the boy back up and away from the handrail, handing the cracked glass cup to Weiss temporarily, before he tossed Cardin into the wall next to the exit.

"Come now, Milady Weiss, your father is expecting us." Weiss nodded silently as Naruto gently took her palm, rubbing her hand tenderly with his thumb as he showed her the way out. Cardin groaned in pain, his neck, jaw, skull and back hurting terribly.

"Finally," He rubbed his blown back hair, "I can stop talking like a pompous idiot." Naruto grinned, addressing his former mistress. "Long time no see, how's it been Snow Angel?" He rubbed her scalp as they walked side by side, using the endearing nickname he gave her when they had met.

"…" Naruto looked at the silent girl, who had her hair shielding her face. He bent down, looking into her downcast pale eyes.

"Something wrong, Weiss?" From out of nowhere, the girl pushed him to the bricked wall, arms around his waist, her face buried in his chest. Naruto could watch, bemused as she snuggled into his shirt.

"Do you know…" She spoke quietly, like a spectre whispering in his ear, voice a mix of melancholy and happiness. "… Just how long I've waited to see you again?"

He swallowed thickly, the tone of his voice suggesting that he was guessing an answer. "… Four years?"

She snapped at him, upset that he forgot. "Five!" Naruto cringed at her shout, wondering what he did that made Weiss so mad. "Five years I've waited to see you again, and then now you-"She spluttered, "-You think you can appear and walk right up to me and just- just be the hero again?!" She remembered him protecting her against a group of bullies in the park on the first day they had met.

Her emotions, bottled up for so long with no one to share them to, began to spill out with each word as she hugged the older man she was in love with. She hadn't had anyone to talk to like she could with Naruto. Speech flowed easily with him and it wasn't a burden to speak like some royal every time.

"I could've handled Cardin myself, I didn't need you to be a hero for me." She felt his hands on her cheeks, and looked up at him with sad eyes. "See… I can cry in front of you. You said that when I could that, it would mean that I became a big girl." She had always hid her tears from him, not allowing her to see him cry. Back then, Naruto told her that whenever she was ready to show him her tears, she could become a big girl, and ever since, she corked up her feelings, and today, finally set them free.

Now she wanted him to see all of her tears.

The depressive sadness he caused from him leaving. The overwhelming happiness she received over the years as she and Naruto grew closer together. She wanted to show it all to him in the form of her tears, her bittersweet tears that ran down her cheeks, staining her nose, eyes and cheeks red.

"You're right, I didn't have to save you, but I wanted to." He hugged the girl close to him before they broke apart, Naruto's hand in hers. "I wanted to save the beautiful princess from the mean and ugly troll." Weiss smiled at him, blushing heavily from the compliment. "Now, I think someone needs a dance partner, doesn't she, Milady Weiss?" He spoke in a tone that mocked nobles and pompous fools, Weiss giggling along, wiping her tears with her spare hand.

She shot back, equally as playful. "You read my mind, Mr. Qrow."

And the pair danced all the way into the night, before they took a selfie, much to the amusement of Diamant.

She gently slid the photograph back onto the table, rolling around in her bed.

One more year.

One more year and she would be heading to Beacon where a certain fox with the name of a bird would be teaching.

Getting off of the bed and turning her pillow over, she grinned at the crudely sewn picture of Naruto on it. Weiss began slowly taking her clothes off in a sultry manner, as if trying to seduce the inanimate object. Playfully, she fired her panties like a rubber band, straight into the excited face of Pillow-ruto.

"Gotcha!" She cheered, continuing her stripping session.

Soon, left as stark naked as the day she was born, save for having a small bush of white on her nether regions, she pounced onto the pillow and pressed her womanhood against the lower area of the elongated pillow's face, beginning her weekly relief session. Rubbing herself wildly against the material and kissing the shut-eyed and grinning face of Naruto, her imagination began running wild.

What? She just couldn't wait for the real deal, and could honestly refine her skill in the meantime.

END CHAPTER.

NEXT CHAPTER IS A SHORT ON VALENTINES DAY, FROM BOTH KID RUBY AND YANG AND TEEN BLAKE.

Please review, I'll try my best to write more, but exams are coming soon and I can't really spend too much time doing so.