So, this is my first work on the site. With Kaze no Stigma being one of my favorite anime/light novels of all time, and RWBY being one of my current obsessions as well as a beautiful example of creativity, I figured that it could make great material. Enjoy!

A young man was looking over the club, oh so creatively named The Club, with lazy eyes. The dance floor was filled with sweaty bodies, mostly of them intoxicated to one degree or another while a DJ wearing a cartoon bear head pumped out the music. The Club's security force could be seen mingling with the dancers or lounging around at the tables toward the walls. They were easily recognized by their red ties, black vests and fedoras, and black-rimmed shades. If that wasn't enough, the weapons each one had within reach served as a pretty reliable form of ID. Against most civilians, this was all the security Junior ever needed.

Kazuma, however, knew that against the occasional huntsman or criminal that came in the guards were worthless. Sure, they could crack some skulls if necessary, but they were by no means trained fighters. Only the Malachite sisters and Junior himself were really worth anything in a fight. The sisters could be seen on an upper level in their matching dresses. Miltia, the more quiet of the two, was wearing red, and had shoulder length black hair. Her weapons were a set of red gloves, each with a long pair of claws. Melanie, in her white and cyan dress, had hair down to the middle of her back and wore bladed heels. She was also the much more vocal and stubborn of the two. The twins shared bright green eyes and the same hourglass figure.

Junior, the club owner, was dressed similarly to his goons but without a hat or glasses. He was a very tall man with trimmed black hair which connected to a thick beard, and a mustache extended down on both sides of the mouth.

As Kazuma took in The Club's guests and security, Junior was doing the same to him. Kazuma was a young man who stood only a bit below himself, with messy brown hair and similarly colored eyes. He was wearing his usual attire, a black dress shirt with a few buttons undone, and a dark blue jacket that was left completely open. Grey slacks and black dress shoes finished the outfit, and with his relaxed posture he looked like any other 22 year old.

Junior had seen the guy fight though, and never wanted to see it again. Kazuma had first come into Junior's place a few months ago, asking for information. He paid well, though Junior suspected that he hadn't earned it in any legitimate way. But when Junior couldn't deliver, Kazuma was more than a bit ticked off. Junior was rumored to know just about everything that went on in Vale, but hadn't been prepared to answer questions about dimensional travel. After all, that was just the realm of science fiction. Kazuma had insisted that it was possible and viciously demanded information on it. Junior tried to have the enraged young man kicked out, but the two men who dared to touch him instantly lost their heads to an unseen force. The next two dozen who tried met with no more success, although they did survive.

Since then, Kazuma hung around quite often, just drinking and lazing around. Junior didn't hold a grudge about the two deaths, since Kazuma had been a paying customer since then and attracted quite a bit of business. He wasn't a lady killer, but he was still plenty handsome, with chiseled features and eyes that could see everything. That was literal, actually: much to Junior's confusion, Kazuma had, on several occasions, dodged flying objects come from directly behind or above.

He also put out a certain feeling of power that women seemed to gravitate towards and weaker men avoided like the plague. The Malachite twins had even approached him many times, but never seemed any closer to seducing him. He was just too damn calm all the time. Even when his arm was pressed into a woman's cleavage, the most he would do is smirk and raise an eyebrow, then usually proceed to reverse the seduction, turning the girl into a blushing mess. Junior wished he had that kind of ability, but it was all a result of Kazuma's unique personality.

Feeling someone just outside the club, the young man eyed the doors. Noticing his customer's gaze, Junior followed suite. Again, Kazuma seemed to sense everything, so if his attention was grabbed by something, it was probably important. The person who came in was certainly beautiful. A pale skinned girl, not quite a woman, of about 5' 8" was strolling in with a sway to her hips. She had an hourglass figure similar to the twins, but stood slightly taller and her curves were quite a bit more pronounced. Her hair was a mass of golden waves that came down to her waist, if not slightly past it. A slightly rounded face housed lilac eyes and a wide grin.

Her clothes showed off her body quite well, and there was no way she wasn't aware of it. A yellow top did a less than perfect job of covering her breasts, with a tan leather jacket covering her upper arms and torso, though it showed off her midriff. The arms of the jacket ended in black cuffs just above the elbows. Black fingerless gloves were seen underneath golden bracelets, which if Kazuma were to wager, were some kind of weapon. They just looked too mechanical to not be.

The girl wore tight black shorts, leaving her legs almost entirely on display. Around her waist was a leather belt and a hip cape bearing a yellow burning heart symbol, similar to one on her top that was partially hidden. The girl apparently loved leather, because she was also wearing tall leather boots. A pair of orange socks came out of them, but only one was pulled up to it's position above her knee.

Overall, Kazuma gave her an eight. Her beauty was stunning, but he could tell she was cocky and probably violent, which lowered her score a little. If she had some humility and shame, she might get a ten. Of course, he personally didn't mind a self-confident girl, so in his book she was a nine or a ten, but he was looking at it objectively, and most guys liked girls who were at least somewhat submissive.

The blonde girl walked up to the bar and called for a Strawberry Sunrise. "Aren't you a little young to be in this club, blondie?"

The blonde looked at the owner playfully and retorted with "Aren't you a little old to have a name like Junior?"

He looked impressed that she had done her homework. "So you know who I am. You got a name, sweetheart?"

"Yes Junior, I've got several. But instead of sweetheart," she casually ran a finger down his arm, "you can call me sir!" She illustrated her point by grabbing the older man by the balls, very tightly. Kazuma winced in sympathetic pain.

"People say you know everything. Tell me where I can find her and I'll let you go."

The girl pulled out a Scroll, expanding it to show the image of a young woman with features vaguely reminiscent of her own.

In a much higher pitch than before, Junior denied ever seeing the woman before. Displeased, the blonde girl only gripped harder. The man, knowing he was only moments away from losing something VERY precious to him, looked over to Kazuma for help. The young man wasn't just going to jump in, however. It wasn't his fight. He cocked an eyebrow and rubbed his thumb and index finger together in a gesture Junior easily recognized: Are you going to pay me?

Junior nodded, and Kazuma smirked. Getting up from his stool, the younger man was behind the blonde faster than anyone in the room could see, and caused her grip to slacken by using a joint lock on her arm. Shifting his weight and twisting his arms around, the bombshell was forced into the air and swiftly back onto the ground. By this point the guards, who had just surrounded the scene, began to run toward cover. They had seen this man fight once before, and two men were dead because of it.

In between rubbing his family jewels and generally looking pathetic, Junior shot a grateful look over to Kazuma before retreating to get his weapon.

Kazuma, in turn, was focusing on the girl who had taken that throw like a champ. Rather than being plowed into the floor, she had rolled as soon as his grip slackened and was now smiling again, but this time the grin was more excited than playful.

"Well hello, handsome. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of seeing you before. Yang, by the way, nice to meet you."

He had a cocky grin on his face as he replied. "Pleasure's mine. Kazuma."

"Well sorry Kazuma, but I'm gonna have to kick your fine ass for that little stunt. No hard feelings." Her bracelets began to unfold and cover her forearms, revealing a belt of shotgun shells. She punched the air three times, sending a trio of shots at him.

Kazuma didn't even bother to dodge, but instead set up a kekkai (barrier) of wind around himself, rendering the blasts completely ineffective. She charged him and came in with a jab to the gut, which was easily redirected and countered with a vicious hook to Yang's side. Taking a step back, she retaliated with a series of high-speed jabs and crosses, but Kazuma dodged or parried every one. She ended her barrage with a powerful uppercut into his chest, and finally managed to connect, sending Kazuma into the air with his back parallel to the ground. Just before impact, he used his arms to spring off the dance floor and landed on his feet.

Yang had already closed the distance between them, sending a right hook straight toward Kazuma's jaw. He backpedaled to avoid it, because that last hit had hurt quite a bit. It didn't help that she was using the recoil of those bracelets to increase the power. If his kekkai hadn't still been in effect to dampen the blow, he would have most likely broken several ribs. He was smiling though, because this was just too much damn fun! Since he arrived in Remnant six months ago, he hadn't gotten into even one satisfying fight, and here was a girl with enough strength to challenge him in a fistfight.

Kazuma grabbed Yang's arm as another straight went for his head, and pulled her into him. Her gut was met with a knee, but this time Kazuma's strike was amplified with a small amount of girl bent over and almost gagged, left helpless as Kazuma grabbed her shirt and threw her over his shoulder and into a nearby pillar of glass. It shattered, and Yang slowly emerged from where it had once stood. Her hair was glowing and fuming like fire, and her grin was even wider than before. She rushed her opponent again, this time noticeably faster. Her fist reared back and was sent directly toward the man's face. Kazuma twisted his body and allowed her momentum to carry her past him before delivering a palm thrust into the center of her back.

Blown forward by the immense force of another ki attack, Yang rolled to avoid face planting on the floor. She righted herself, and used her gauntlets, Ember Celica, to increase her speed as she charged again. This time she feinted and pivoted so that she would be in a blind spot. Unfortunately for her, Kazuma had no blind spots. He ducked under what was supposed to be a sucker punch to the back of the head and flipped his enemy over his back, pinning her to the ground with his knees and planting an elbow into her sternum. Feeling a crack and knocking the wind out of his opponent, Kazuma was forcibly thrown from his position. He landed on his feet, but gasped in pain when a fist slammed into his ribs. His kekkai had been shattered, though having it at all saved his ribs from being pulverized. Defending from bullets or energy attacks was one thing, but a wind barrier could only do so much against a firm fist, especially when that fist struck with what seemed to be several thousand pounds of force.

Flying back, Kazuma traveled long enough to recompose himself in midair, using wind to catch himself before he slammed into anything. He was about twenty meters from his target, who seemed confused that he hadn't hit a wall or smashed into the ground. Deciding the fight needed to end before he took serious damage, Kazuma collected wind spirits as quickly as possible. Using the power increase the spirits granted him, Kazuma sent out several Fists of Wind. The girl's head snapped upward and was lifted from her feet. The next one sent her flying off to the side, and yet another sent her back to the floor. From there three of the controlled explosions hit her simultaneously, visibly denting her cheek, abdomen, and chest. Yang finally stayed down, obviously knocked out from the beating.

So, if I get any real support for this story I'll be posting more. Hell, even if there isn't a single review or favorite I still might, I just won't make it as large a priority. Feel free to review with whatever comments you have.