As I fell, I felt myself fading. It felt like I was at the dentist's, breathing laughing gas. Then, I found myself halfway through turning the page of a weapons magazine. Not remembering the weapons, at least not as much as I would like, I figured I just tuned out, listening to This Will Be The Day and just kept turning the page, it was one of my favorite songs back in the day. Turning back, I began to remember some of the weapons faintly, Semi automatic rocket launcher, this must be an older issue, because I've definitely seen some better models, after all, it was still bolt action! A Gatling gun where each barrel is a Gatling gun. Cool, if unwieldy, but a 35mm HEAP delayed Frag round/shell from Waning Rose's rightfully dubbed 'Panic Trigger' and matching second barrel would destroy nearly any Grimm. Reaching for Waning Rose, I felt the cold metal sooner than I expected, and it was heavier than I remember, maybe I was testing ideas for a new model before I spaced out. Gripping the handle and swinging it around in front of me, I realize something. This is an older version of Waning Rose. And more than that, it was a model I made a long time ago, and since then has been rendered completely obsolete, Crescent Rose.

A tap on my shoulder, weak, but it surprised me. This is why I haven't listened to music in years, distracts you too much. At the most, just one ear.

Taking my right headphone off, placing it behind my ear, I turned around to see a man in a suit and red glasses, armed with a red blade. "Hands in the air." He said.

Knowing that no law abiding citizen would be dressed so suspiciously, asking people to put their hands in the air, and armed no less, I proceeded to dropkick him out the window without a reply

Turning to search for more threats, I see seven more men, six dressed the same, although two had SMG's. The seventh surprised me. Orange hair under a bowler hat, cigar and cane, fake eyelashes around his left eye.

Roman Torchwick. Clearly, someone thought it was a good idea to dress up as the old thief, probably to leech off any following or power he had even after he died. Or just to save themselves the trouble of creating an 'act'. Roman had his gentleman thief appearance perfect.

It was an impressive disguise, possibly a bit of illusion, but I can't say for sure with semblances. A bit taller than Roman was, but I guess for the most part that can't be helped.

Either way, he was still robbing one of the old Willbur twins, so I unfolded Crescent Rose, and rushed at him using my semblance, which after training got to some ridiculous speeds if I was really trying.

Only to be shot full of holes halfway to him, one of them in the center of my stomach, singed on the edges and larger than the others, all of them bleeding. I wouldn't survive a minute, and that was being generous.

"Little red Little red, just another kid trying to play hero. You know, I'm almost sorry."

Lining up his cane with my head, he spoke again.

"Almost." He fired, and I felt myself fading. A bit like laughing gas when you're young, feeling like yourself, but not quite, thinking that if you really try, you can reach that fictional world you always wanted to visit, be it made up or from a book or something.

I found myself halfway through turning a page in a weapons magazine, just after the Gatling gun-Gatling gun.

A/N

Revised.

Basically, I've recently read a story. A manga to be precise, some of you may already know or have a hunch what it was.

All You Need Is Kill.

Now, I'll avoid spoilers, but honestly, I think it's the best story I've ever read.

Honestly, I cried at the end despite having the ending spoiled a few months beforehand.

Now, this is where the birth of the story gets weird. First, I was thinking. "I could do something about a character being able to hear the music! Action music for incoming fights, stuff like that! It could be their semblance or something."

And then later that day, I started writing. I completely forgot about the whole being able to hear the music thing, so I just thought of what I wanted to write, and then this popped into my head, so I started writing.

At about 11:50 at night.

Then, about 12:30 the next day, I finished. It originally was going to be a "Secret Preview" on my profile, but then FF decided to refresh while I searched for the Goon's line.

So, then 1:39 or so, I finished writing. Again. So basically, this was quite annoying to write.

So, over all, new story/one shot, remember to leave a review if you want to see more, or say the mistakes I made, things like that.

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