For those expecting additions to my RWBY/KH Crossover fic Long Road Home, I'm suspending that until RTX is over. I just feel like the new info will taint whatever vibe I have going with that fic. And thanks to the new Outfit concepts we've all seen, I have a few new seedlings.

Disclaimer: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth

It should've been different, all I wanted was a place to call home.

But after a year of trying to find a place, find peace, and even find love, I see the truth.

"Home" is not a place.

"Home" is not family.

"Home" is not a lover.

For me, "Home" is the blade in my hand, and the bullets in my guns.

It was a rainy night in the city of Vale, the streets which once buzzed with the hustle and bustle of people living a peaceful life were now dull and silent as a hooded man slowly made his way down to the nightclub belonging to a man known as "Junior".

"Man this place has gone to hell in a hand basket since that disaster of a Vytal Festival, not that anyone saw it coming." He would quickly withdraw his pistols from their holsters and check the digital ammo counter, satisfied to see that both were fully loaded and ready to go. "But at least the military managed to wrangle all the Grimm back at the Academy, although with that friggin Dragon hanging there it was bound to happen eventually."

The man would sigh and spit on the ground as the bass and thump of the nightclub grew closer and louder, he hated the loud and noisy atmosphere of such places and would normally avoid them if he could help it. But dammit if his current client wasn't completely insistent upon having him meet up with them at that kind of location, so as he holstered his weapons and prepared to make his way into the club the hooded man suddenly longed for a stiff drink.

"ID?" The black suited goombah standing by the door would drone as he held his hand out for some sort of identification, judging by the monotone way he asked for it the poor schlub had clearly been doing this for way too for probably too little pay.

"Got it right here champ, all nice and proper." The hooded mercenary would remove a stack of Lien and calmly place it in the doorman's outstretched hand, he would look down and notice what he'd been handed. Judging by the furrowing of his brow and the tiny beads of sweat that were beginning to form, he was seriously debating on whether or not to take it. "Go ahead man, take a load off. Lord knows you've probably earned that and then some." The gun toting stranger would push his way into the club and shake his head as he was surrounded by the thumping nightclub music, the metal mask covering his face would do little to alleviate the annoying bass as he made his way over to the bar which was littered with needy club babies and other individuals who seemed like they frequented the place on more then one occasion.

However, there was one soul that seemed very much out of place in this raucous environment: A lone raven-haired Faunus with black cat ears hidden expertly by a black bow (though the sensors in his mask would easily see past this) and a lithe physique hidden by a stark white coat and a weapon holstered to the back of it.

"Not too subtle for trying to blend in, just a little too-" Whatever snide comment that he was about to make would be cut off as the cat-eared girl removed the jacket to reveal a black top that showed a fair bit of midriff, causing the gaze of the men by the bar to look her way like sharks sensing blood in the water. "Hel-lo doctor, open mouth insert metaphorical foot." He would take a seat a few stool down from the cat in question as the bartender looked over at him questioningly. "I'll have a Blackout, on the rocks."

The bartender would nod as he set forth making the drink in question as the hooded man drummed his fingers on the bartop in boredom, looking over at the few club preppies who were brave (or drunk) enough to walk over and try and pitch woo.

"Poor bastards actually think they have a shot at this chick." He would examine the raven-haired Faunus girl closely, judging by how she was sitting it was pretty clear that she wasn't a regular customer. Probably just killing time until whoever she was looking to meet finally arrived, the sharp-eyed gaze in her yellow orbs gave off an aura of experience in such situations as even the pickup lines being slung her way didn't even faze her.

"Keep your hands off me!" She would react quickly as one of the preppy boys had begun moving his hand down her back in a suggestive manner, only for the cat-eared girl to ram him into the bar top face-first as his friend moved to throw a fist and slug her in the face, only for the girl to disappear and in a haze before reappearing and boxing the second guy in the ears before putting him into an armbar and cranking on the pressure aggressively.

"When a girl says she wants nothing to do with you, it means that you should piss off and get the hell out of her face!" The raven-haired woman was clearly someone with battle experience, a Huntress perhaps or ever a mercenary like himself judging by her more than forceful tactics as he heard the sounds of bones snapping before tossing the whimpering clubber aside and frowning at her spilled drink before muttering what was probably profanity.

"Barkeep, give the lady a double of whatever she was drinking." The masked mercenary would toss some Lien the barkeep's way as he set down his drink, looking over at the raven-haired woman who was now glaring in his direction. "Shit, I know that look." He would gesture for her to approach, the fact that she had heard what he said only confirmed his silent suspicions that the woman was a Faunus and even as she was walking up to him aggressively her cat ears would twitch every so often.

"What's your angle, trying to soften me up so you can try and make a pass at me too? You and the rest of those punks are always-" Her rant would be cut off as the bartender placed down her replacement drinks, along with another Blackout for him before moving on to deal with the next batch of club babies and their thirsts.

"No angles, no games..just showing my admiration for someone who can hold their own, especially someone in your situation." He would raise his glass to her and give a bit of a cheers before downing his drink, his mask uncovering to reveal his lips as the liquid made contact. "Salut"

The cat Faunus would look at him curiously, noticing the ornate mask that obscured his face and nodding quietly before downing her own drink. Surprised to find that it was sweeter than the drink she had first requested, causing her to look at him questioningly before noticing the suited men beginning to make their way across the dance floor and over to them.

"Looks like we're about to have company." She would look over to the masked man who had finished knocking back a third Blackout and seemingly a little wobbly as he stood up to face the oncoming swarm of weapon toting morons, the cat Faunus would remove the sword slung over back and ready herself to fight. "Listen, you should just sit down and-"

The masked man would quickly unsheathe his own blade and strike down the goons with rapid-fire slashes, quickly re-sheathing his weapon as they crumpled to the ground as he lazily popped his knuckles. "You were saying?" He would signal to the horrified bartender for another drink even as the nightclub's patrons began to flee in terror, not even bothering to watch as the Faunus girl was kneeling down to check on the goons and find that they were no longer breathing.

"You…you killed them!" She would turn to level her sword at his throat and instead finding herself staring down the barrel of a pistol as the masked man finished his drink with his free hand, slamming down the glass and looking over at the cat Faunus coldly. "They were just doing their job, they didn't deserve to die!"

The mercenary would sigh before holstering his gun and looking at the raven-haired woman with malaise, still admiring her physical attractiveness even though he now had remarkably less interest in her. "That's true, these are just cheaply suited morons who probably don't get paid enough to deal with drunken morons, and spoiled little brats who are too bloated and fat off of daddy's riches." He would throw down some Lien before placing his hands in his pockets and placing his neutral gaze upon his now-revealed client. "Although I'm betting you didn't come to someone with my talents because you needed me to handle a few slobs trying to make a pass at you, especially with that number you're wearing."

The yellow-eyed Faunus would retrieve her jacket and sigh quietly as she pulled it back on, expecting a lot more based on what she had heard of this man. "So you can kill without batting an eyelash, I know more than a few Huntsman who can do the same thing. I need to know that you're capable of something more before I hire you for the job I have in mind." Her gaze would harden as she blocked his sword strike without a second thought, smirking as she saw a hint of surprise in his body language. "You really didn't think I would catch onto your technique after seeing it only once did you?"

The mercenary would start pacing the area as he sized up the cat Faunus in front of him, the lithe physique wasn't just for aesthetic value as there was a clear outline of muscle if one were to look at her in the right light. She was skilled with a blade to the point that the kitty was able to block his attack with ease even as skilled soldiers had all fallen to his sword on past occasions, what was more impressive to him was that she had been able to glean the basics behind his strike after only witnessing it once instead of using her Semblance as she had done earlier with the preppy boy.

"Beauty and brains, definitely a deadlier package than I anticipated..kinda makes me wonder why you even need my services." He would spin his blade lazily even as her ears twitched, the sound of sirens in the distance alerting them that they were about to have more unwanted company. "And of course the cops decide to hone in on the fun before I could properly test you out thoroughly, I doubt you're the type to go to bed with a guy on the first date anyhow."

The cat Faunus would feel herself flush in embarrassment before charging at him angrily as their weapons clashed once again, however both sides would be ready as she disappeared while leaving behind a copy while he hit the ground and pulled out his pistol quickly as he opened fire and missed her by a hair. "Why are you doing this, I just want you to hear me out!" The masked mercenary would fire another shot, this time knocking the bow off of her head before bringing her weapon down on him and missing as he rolled away and unsheathed his own sword once again. "I was told that you would do any kind of job, regardless of how menial. You've proved your worth as a fighter now just listen!"

The hooded man would laugh, the sound coming off as robotic and warped even as the sounds of sirens grew closer to the nightclub.

"Really, you say I'm capable enough after a few lame duck exchanges with a sword? You're either incredibly foolish, or incredibly brave." He would sigh as he reached for the restraints binding the mask to his face, before stopping and lowering his hands. "I'm guessing that you're not asking for my services for your own ends..there's someone and somewhere else you need me to be."

The raven-haired Huntress would nod as she sheathed her weapon as her opponent did the same, wondering why he kept the mask on even as she gestured toward the back exit.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, but not here.

The mercenary would sigh as he began jogging toward the back exit as the cat Faunus was already a few paces ahead of him, giving him a decent view of her backside as they both exited the area.

"I never promised to hear you out woman, not without some concessions!"

I went with Blake first because her new outfit caught my eye, unlike the other three ideas this one will definitely be more than a one shot.