Pilot Predator (OCs x RWBY)

Pulling Strings

Ruby sits at a table in the ballroom, a hand to her face with a sad expression. Yeta sits next to her, a hand rubbing her shoulder. Weiss suddenly slams hands onto the table, making Ruby look at her in a surprised confusion.
“I need you to pick a tablecloth.” She slides two pieces of cut tablecloth to the pair at the table. Ruby opens her mouth to speak, then glances up at Weiss in confusion.
“Aren’t they both the same?” Ruby lifts an eyebrow at her white-haired partner. Weiss groans and crumples up the tablecloths.

“I don’t even know why I aske-” 
Weiss was cut off by Yeta chiming in. “Wait- are you telling me THE Weiss Schnee can tell the difference between these?” He raised an eyebrow with a cocky smirk under his helmet. Weiss took it as sarcasm and rolled her eyes. “Ha ha. Very funny.” She turned and Yeta spoke again.
“W-wait- I’m serious- you can see the difference too?” He lied. She suddenly appeared next to him, sitting on his lap while showing him the table cloths.
“Oh my goodness, you can see the difference- I knew you weren’t entirely useless.” She smirked, making him let out an angry huff. She started explaining the difference and why she thinks one is better than another.

After a few seconds, she realized where she was and her face turned red. She shot up and started walking away nervously. Yang is walking around, with a 300 pound- or 136 Kilogram for any of you Non-Americans out there- without breaking a sweat.
Yeta’s jaw drops and he cowers as she sets it down with an audible grunt- while Ruby and the table just bounce. She dusted off her hands before walking over to them, a smug smile on her face.

She rests her head on Yeta’s shoulder as she whispers. “Like what you see~?” She flexes her arms and Yeta blushes under the helmet. She receives no response and groans.
She presses the buttons on his helmet and takes it off, giving him a peck on the lips before standing up and turning to her sister.
“So? Have you picked out a dress yet?” Yang asks as she puts her fists on her hips.

“What’s the point? Who cares about the dance if Blake isn’t going?” Ruby slumped her head back down and Yeta raised an eyebrow.
“She’s not going? What about Ghost-?” He asked and Yang turned to him.
“She’s still bummed about you guys letting Torchwick get away- she barely gets any rest. Not to mention the whole ordeal with N-” Yang stopped as Yeta’s eyes widened.
“You okay-?” She asked in uncertainty. “Yep!” He lied, remembering the night he came home after Neo showered him in kisses.

“Well anyways- the whole thing you saw last night- was her trying to punish him and- mark her territory.” She smirked, making the pilot frown.
So Roman’s an issue even when he isn’t committing crimes… Noted. 

“Don’t worry- she’s going. Speaking of which~” She turned to the pilot.
“Wanna be my partner for the dance~?” Yang sat on his lap, holding his hands with an innocent smile.
“I… I’ll see if Weiss wants me to. If she doesn’t- dancing only.” He glared at the blonde as she just gave an innocent smile and a salute, before turning her head, getting up and scoffing.

“Weiss! I thought we agreed- no doilies!” She put her fist to her side as she shouted at the heiress. Weiss walked up to her and pointed at her in frustration. “If I don’t get doilies- you don’t get fog machines.” Weiss snapped at her, making Yeta smirk, before the sounds of the doors opening were heard.

“Your dance is gonna have fog machines?” Neptune walked up to the group, a smug look on his face that made Yeta just want to fire a fucking Charge Rifle into the fuckers mouth. He noticed Sun inspecting the room around behind Neptune as Weiss walked up to them, much to his dismay.
“We were thinking about it.” Weiss said in a cute voice before taking a pose that made Yeta fall in love three times over as she gave a genuine innocent smile, but his bliss turned to rage as he remembered it was directed to Neptune. He snarled and cloaked, appearing with his arms around Weiss’s shoulders.