A/N
I never really thought I'd be posting this, but I had people asking for it, (rather enthusiastically, might I add,) and so here I am, and there you are.
This is based off a fic I found, that had only the first chapter written, with Roman being Ruby's brother, and Roman has the Red Riding-Hood and Crescent Rose.
Disclaimer; Credit for the backstory and title goes to Frank Horrigan (the fanfic writer, not the fallout villain), and credit for RWBY itself goes to the amazing people at Rooster Teeth. May you forever rest in peace and rise in glory, Monty Oum.
A figure that all recognised easily sauntered up the street, as if she'd been born in the slums. Though her expensive clothing suggested otherwise, this part of Vale was where she felt mist at home. Most in control. Most powerful.
From Dust till Dawn. She read, and correctly assumed that this would be the target her beautiful flame wanted her to suck dry.
Weiss Schnee knew that playing out orders like this wasn't going to help her throw her father over, but how could she resist that alluring tone, those heated glares and all of that power? It was near impossible to do so, and Weiss had been living in Vale long enough to know that what was near impossible, wasn't worth the effort to obtain.
Juniors thugs opened the door for her, an action which she courteously acknowledged with a brief nod or recognition and a cold glare that set them grovelling at her feet.
"Move, you dolts!"
The shopkeeper backed up as much as he could without gaining Weiss' attention, an attempt which was futile for her sharp eyes.
"M-Miss Schnee! To w-what do I owe-"
"Dust. Dust is what you owe to me." seeing no point in further explaining, she turned her heel and snarled, "Move! You know what we're here for, so get the damn job done and we can leave! Sweet Oum," she buried her face in her hands and tubes her eyes in annoyance. "Even working with animals would be better than this."
Roman cursed silently from the vent. Neo'll be in here soon, and if she walked in on a robbery, especially one committed by Weiss Schnee, the most ruthless revenge-driven criminal out there. He and Weiss had come face to face a few times, and… There was now a small slightly all-encompassing vendetta between them.
Weiss hated his guts. To be caught robbing the same shop as she was would almost certainly lead to his demise. He could only close his eyes and hope that Neo had the sense to run as soon as she saw an infamous Schnee robbery.
He tried not to move, but the plank position he'd locked himself in as soon as he saw the ex-heiress wasn't the most comfortable of positions, if he was completely honest. He tried to gently lower himself to the floor of the vent, and the metal creaked.
Weiss' eyes snapped to the panel he was lying on, and the sword cut cleanly through the steel.
"Torchwick."
"Miss Schnee."
Roman hopped down, and the red cape that he was found in fluttered to rest on his back.
"Aww!" Weiss cooed at the fifteen-year-old thorn in her side. "You still wearing Mummy's cape?"
"You still stealing Daddy dearest's Dust?"
Perhaps that's not the best comeback. A blast of ice knocked him to the floor, and a five-inch stiletto pressed him to the floor.
"What are you doing here?"
Roman swallowed. "I was here to collect some Lien, but I'm actually just about to leave."
He pushed her off him, Monty knows how, and sped off down the road, yelling to a short raven-haired twelve year old on the way, "We're going, Neo!"
Seeing the livid Schnee sending a blast of Ice Dust towards them, she quickly blocked it with her parasol, and took off after her partner in survival.
Roman was halfway up the escape ladder when a series of glyphs formed in midair around him, shooting him upwards in the air and landing on the rooftop. He forward-rolled to take most of the impact force and stood, just a Weiss landed in front of him.
"You're not getting away, Torchwick!" she spat, and a Bullhead rose up behind her, as if to punctuate her authority on the matter.
She, with a grace that only a high-class Atlas heir could achieve whilst jumping onto a flying helicopter, back flipped onto said vehicle, and promptly shot a blast of her signature hand-crafted Ice Dust at Roman, creating a smoke screen of condensation in the air. Weiss cracked her "evil smirk", as it was so often called, only for it to shatter upon the sight of a blonde figure holding off the shards of ice.
The Huntress gathered the shards in midair, and fired them right at Weiss, who quickly summoned a glyph to protect herself.
"We got a Huntress!" She yelled into the control pit, and a woman dressed in red replaced Weiss' position. Her hands ignited, and several red coloured crystals materialised in thin air. They raced towards the pair on the rooftop, but the Huntress deflected it.
Whilst they were distracted, Neo's head popped over the side of the roof. Roman hissed at her whilst fiddling with a few setting s on a hidden dial on Melodic Cudgel. "Run, Neo! Stay at the old estate's barn, and I'll get to you as soon as I can. Go!"
He gave a subtle twist of the handle, and the auto-fire feature was selected. Raising the cane to eye-level, he started shooting alongside the blonde, who had used some form of telepathy to gain control over the splinters the two girls had fired at them. The ship lurched, and the darkness covering the fire-girl's face glinted slightly, two orange-yellow eyes blazing like fury as they turned and the side-door of the helicopter closed.
The blonde turned to him, and he stepped back under the intimidating gaze of the Huntress.
"Are you alright?"
He bolted, and the Huntress sighed and rolled her eyes, picking him up using what Roman could only assume to be her semblance, and walked away, a rather relaxed Roman floating in tow behind her.
A/N
Once again, thank you Monty, Frank and those who willingly waste time for my admittedly not-the-best writing skills.
