A Second Chance In Remnant

Silva POV

As I passed through the portal, my surroundings changed to a large, cold feeling room that I know is Weiss's room. I looked around and saw Weiss lying in her bed unconscious with bandages covering the left side of her head. I examined her with magic and felt relief when I found out it is just a scar, and her eye is undamaged.

The door to Weiss's room opened, revealing a short, bald man with brown eyes in a butler-like attire. This is undoubtedly Klein as he looked the same as in the show. Klein then said, looking at me in surprise.

Klein: You weren't kidding when you said you were going to check up on Miss Weiss.

I walked over to him and introduced myself to him formally.

Silva: Silva Cloud, it a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to meet you, but I wish it were under better circ.u.mstances.

He nodded and greeted me in turn.

Klein: I am Klein, as you already know, and I agree with you wishing the circ.u.mstances were better, but regardless, it is nice to meet you after hearing about you from both Weiss and Winter.

Silva: I am glad that Weiss's eye is fine, and the worse she got is a scar. And before you ask how I know that my semblance is not simply opening portals to people but copying other semblances I know of, so I used one of them to examine Weiss. Once Weiss wakes up, I will offer to remove the scar over her left eye if she wants.

Klein looked at me wide-eyed and commented.

Klein: Astonishing, Miss Winter spoke volumes of your abilities for good reasons.

I then asked him since he is probably the one taking care of Weiss.

Silva: Is it alright if I stay until she wakes?

Klein looked uncomfortable when he answered.

Klein: I have no say in the matter as Mr.Schnee is the head of the house.

I nodded in understanding and stepped back, then turned invisible, much to his surprise. I then ask with a bit of mischief.

Silva: How about now?

Klein: I am sure Mr.Schnee won't notice.

I moved a chair in Weiss's room next to her bed as she rests. Klein looked through me with warmth, and his eyes turned yellow as he said to me.

Klein: I'm glad my little snowflake has a caring friend like you, Mr.Cloud.

I then asked him.

Silva: Any idea when she will wake up?

He told me with a relaxed smile.

Klein: She should wake up in a couple of hours at the earliest or tomorrow morning at the latest; by my estimates, as she is pretty tired from her fight with Jacques test.

He gave me a slight bow and left Weiss's room. I took out my scroll and texted the girls back home what I am up to, and I won't be back for a while. I then looked over to Weiss and brushed her hair aside from her one good eye, and told her.

Silva: Rest well, Weiss, and sweet dreams.

I woke up from my nap, and I felt how stiff my body is from napping on the couch in Weiss's room. I got up stretched for a bit before going over to Weiss to see how she is sleeping. So far, it seems she is resting peacefully and feeling a bit naughty; I lightly rubbed her, making her swat my hand away as she sleeps.

While I felt tempted to continue to annoy her, I held it off for now as she needs sleep. I looked over the books Weiss has on her bookshelf to find something to read to pass the time and took one of the books on Dustology. As I read through, it was mainly about how dust is formed underground over the years, and basically, dust forms in places where Remnant EM fields are concentrated in a certain way.

As I continue to read, I came up with the hypothesis that dust is from the magical energies that reside in Remnant that old humanity had access to by the God of Darkness, giving them magic. An in my studies on magic that magic itself originates from the world, and taking it in through one's soul and body grants the ability to cast spells.

As I kill time thinking about the different aspects of magic and its possible origins that do not derive from the Gods, the door to Weiss's room opens, revealing her mother, Willow Schnee. I was still invisible, thankfully, so she did not notice me as she checked on her daughter. As she pulled the bedsheet over Weiss to keep her warm and gentle stroke Weiss's bandaged face, she then said.

Willow: I know you are there, and while I appreciate the concern you display for my daughter, I want to see what you want.

After considering whether to reveal me or not to her for a few moments, I removed my invisibility and asked her.

Silva: What do you mean?

The older women looked at with tired eyes and explained.

Willow: Anyone that gets close to the Schnee after Jacques took over the family business always wants something.

I didn't like what she was implying, so I shot back with a bit of malice.

Silva: Like how Jacques first came to you when you were younger?

She looked away and tightly gripped her arm to make herself smaller, and pursed her lips with a hurt expression, then said after a few moments.

Willow: Essentially, yes.

I sighed and apologized to her because I went a bit too far, seeing that I hurt her.

Silva: Sorry about my earlier question, but between Weiss and Winter, I haven't heard anything good about you. But to answer your question, I don't want anything from the Schnee family but Weiss and Winter.

She looked at me in confusion and asked.

Willow: What do you mean?

I further explain myself to clarify that the Schnee name holds no value to me.

Silva: I can make my own money with ease, and if I wanted to, I could make dust obsolete to some degree.

Willow's eyes widen in shock at what I just said and asked.

Willow: How?

I decided to tell about my aura-powered tech, and as I explained how it worked but with none of the finer or more important details. Willow looked at me in amazement, and when I told her about my hand in building the settlement, Oath, and its unique power sources, her jaw dropped. She walked up to me and asked, looking serious.

Willow: Can you do all that and ruin Jacques?

I replied in a relaxed manner.

Silva: Easily, but not now because it will affect Weiss, and I don't want to hurt her.

All that I said is true, and I can, with little effort, destroy Jacques and everything he stands for and then some. The only reason I haven't is that I want to see if what happens in the future is close enough to the canon that Ironwood will kill Jacques for me without dirtying my hands, but it is not necessary for the long run. Jacques is without a doubt a grade-A B*stard, but in the end, Weiss did not leave him to die as Atlas and Mantle evacuated to Vacuo.

So killing him could cause friction between Weiss and me, and I don't want that. For now, he can scurry around like the rat he is but later is another matter. Willow then asked me with a bit of desperation.

Willow: What would it take for you to take Jacques down right now?

I entertained thoughts of giving Willow the tools she needs to divorce Jacques entirely and not have him keep a single thing, not even the Schnee name. I looked into Willow's eyes to see desperation and a bit of hope in her eyes. I gave her a not-so-subtle once over, and she is still an attractive woman; plus, with how endowed she is along with Winter, I wonder if Weiss ended with her father's side of the gene pool when it comes to physique.

Silva: What if I also wanted you as well as your daughters?

Willow looked at me, stunned by my question, and as she processed my question, she replied with a sad expression.

Willow: You shouldn't tease older women like that.

It looks Jacques did a number on her if her self-confidence is that low; I then told her honestly.

Silva: Willow, I am by no means teasing you; you are a lovely woman and caring mother even if you could not stop Jacques from changing the meaning of your family name from famous to infamy and painting a target on your families backs for the Faunus in general.

I walked up to her, and she looked at me with a bit of fear. I placed my hand on her shoulder, then used my magic to examine her condition, then healed the damage on her aura pathways that allows her to channel aura through her body and power her semblance. The details of Willow's condition were not explained in the canon, but thankfully, with the compound knowledge of Atlas's brightest minds and magic, it is not difficult to repair the damage to her body.

As I finished healing her, she looked at me in awe and asked as she examined her body.

Willow: My body, but how!?

I gave my usual excuse to explain away any feats of magic then asked her.

Silva: Now then, you said something about dealing with your husband or relatively soon-to-be ex-husband?

She looked at me with renewed determination and asked.

Willow: Where do we begin?

I smiled and started setting everything up for Willow to handle Jacques. First, I placed him in a coma-like sleep that will last over a month after getting him to dig out every bit of dirty laundry he has not only on himself but his allies. I then pulled Winter into the plan, and she started tackling the deals Jacques was working on in Mistral at her earliest convenience. Willow went off to get started on her divorce and dismantling Jacques's unsavory business empire with vigor, filling her every step.

With Jacques being dealt with, I stayed visible and stayed by Weiss's side until she woke up.

( Late morning)

( Weiss POV)

I woke up and touched the left side of my face recalling what happened before Klein injected a sedative into me to help me heal from my aura exhaustion and wounds. I faced the Arma Gigas that father had me fight for his test, to let me attend Beacon, and won. I won, the thought brought a smile to my face, and I feel excited to attend Beacon after winter break is over.

I looked around my room and saw some I was not expecting, Silva. He is sleeping in a chair by my bed, and realizing that he was worried about me made my c.h.e.s.t oddly warm and fuzzy. As he slept, I got out of my bed and went to my private bath to freshen up as I felt a little sticky and gross after facing that Grimm and sleeping for a while.

Before I entered the shower, I removed my bandages and saw my newly formed scar over the left side of my face. I touched it as I looked in the mirror, and it was still tender and sore. Part of me felt pride while the rest was unsure and how to feel about it, but for now, a well-deserved shower is what I need to clear my head.

As the hot water hits my body, I suddenly remember a book I read when visiting Winter while our father was away on a business trip. It depicted a scene of a woman in a shower and her lover suddenly entered with her, and they did things. I thought of Silva entering the shower with me and-. No Weiss, stop; he's Winter's boyfriend.

I shook my head to get it out of the gutter, and I then recalled that Silva has a sort of harem and imagined myself with him. I slapped both my cheeks to snap myself out of my thoughts and tried to focus on getting myself clean as I reached for my lower part in between my legs and fantasized about Silva touching me there.

I forced myself to stop thinking about those sorts of things. I ask myself.

Weiss: Just why am I thinking about Silva like this?

No answer came, and I felt my heart pounding as I continue to try and shower and not think about Silva unsuccessfully.

Silva POV

I woke up to the sound of running water and the smell of steam. I yawned and stretched to work out the kinks I am feeling from napping in a chair. I popped my shoulders, spine, and neck and made a mental note to myself to have either a cot or small bed stored in my Blue Jade Ring. The door to Weiss's private bathroom opened, and I saw Weiss coming out in a white bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head to dry her hair.

I greeted her and asked how she is.

Silva: Morning Weiss, how are you?

She looked at me with a faint blush adorning her face, and I picked up an unusual smell coming from her. It was faint, but I know that smell; it is the scent of arousal. I briefly wondered why Weiss is horny from taking a shower, but I put it aside for now and wait for her reply.

Weiss: I'm fine; thank you for asking Silva.

She looked slightly embarrassed, and while I felt tempted to tease her, I didn't since she has been through enough right now. I asked her the main question I have been waiting to ask.

Silva: Weiss, that scar over your left eye. I can make it disappear if you want, but only if you want to. It is your choice.

She looked at me in surprise and asked.

Weiss: You can do that?

I nodded, and Weiss looked lost in thought for a moment, then asked me.

Weiss: How do you feel about it? My scar, I mean.

I told her truthfully without falsehood.

Silva: I think it makes you more attractive to me, but I'm weird like that, so your opinion is more important on the matter.

She touched her scar and had a slight smile on her face as she told me.

Weiss: I think I will keep it. And Silva, thank you for being here; it means a lot to me.

I smiled back at her and said.

Silva: Anytime, Weiss.