Hello! I'm back... With a different fanfic. *hides in the corner in case of potential nuclear missiles sent my way*

I'm dearly sorry for not updating The Demons Within or even posting Earl of Malfoy. Semenazai! *bows* I admit, I lost passion for Mad Father, so until massive inspiration and re-addiction has struck me again, don't expect the next chapter or getting Earl of Malfoy out there anytime soon. I recently got into RWBY, and a strong idea literally had my mind in choke hold. I'm pretty sure I can stick with this fanfic for a long time; RWBY is a mixture of everything I like. Science, magic (Dust), scythes, kung fu, hot criminal guys, potential yaoi (I ship RomanxOzpin), and the everyday life of team RWBY that pretty much sums up the life of my friends and me (Which is of course, pretty toned down). I already wrote the second chapter two of this as well!

Anyways, read on before I bore you with my soliloquy! Merry Christmas!

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. Just having a some fun with this loveable universe.

Chapter One

Humanity's Grace with Death

The shattered moon above the city of Vale barely lit the dark alley, a door only stood lit by a flickering light above it. A group of men in black suits led by a the obvious leader: A man in white tapping a beat on the concrete casually as the tip of the cigar hanging from his mouth lit orange yellow. He strolled up to the door, and tapped it with his cane.

"Password." A voice hissed sinisterly.

"Honestly-" The man drawled, but was abruptly cut off by the voice.

"Give me the password before I give you an aneurism this time. You remember what happened last week, Torchwick." The voice dropped the hiss, and reverted to a cold, rather scary seriousness.

The man huffed, straightening his black and red bowler as if offended deeply. "Still fiery I see, Shade. Winter's fire seizes the wolf's cold."

"Wrong password, but I'm too busy to keep you at the door Roman." The voice sighed. The door slid open, revealing a handsome teenager a few inches shorter than than the man. He wore a black hoodie with its hood flipped up. Beneath the hood, one could tell that something bad had happened to his right eye, with the white bandage wrapping it rather clumsily, as it ruffled the boy's black hair. One handsome pink violet eye glared at Roman with hate, pupils strangely slitted in a snake like way. The boy spoke, his voice light but slightly raspy and not muffled as it wasn't distorted by the door, "I still can't believe how you took the old man's place in the White Fang. Your hair looks like was dyed by some carrot addicted Faunus with no experience."

Roman gasped in shock, his hand flying to his chest as if struck by an arrow while feigning deep offense from the boy's insult. "It's my natural color, Snakey. And besides, she was good in bed-"

"Shut up. It's not part of my job to listen to your life story of hooking up with every prostitute in the damn club." The boy snapped irritably, his eye narrowing in disgust at Roman. He stepped back, allowing Roman and his lackeys entrance.

Roman smiled innocently while whistling a happy tune as he walked past the boy, dropping something in the boy's hand. His face turned smug and please as he heard a string of curse words follow him followed by a sound of Dust being activated and the combustion of flames, burning.

"Fuck you! I'm not a slutty bastard that flirts with everyone and brings them to bed after one conversation!" It's safe to assume that Roman had given the boy condoms.

Roman ignored the boy as he walked ahead to a beaded oriental curtain, where techno music boomed beyond the point with lights of all colors flashing. He brushed it aside, stepping into what looked like an underground club. There were more than a few platforms where girl wearing barely any clothing danced in front a crowd of men. Roman didn't spare them a glance as he walked to a stairway leading up to a balcony. He slowly climbed up the glass staircase that flashed green, then red, then blue, then white, and back as if he wasn't at all in a hurry.

It was then when the step that Roman was about to step on had cracked from a gunshot from above. Roman put up his hands, looking up. "Whoa, man…."

"Mistah Torchwick, it seem that despite everything, you waste your life like a lazy monkey." A heavily accented voice came from an old, severe looking man in a red silk shirt that reflected the Qing dynasty with a silver dragon embroidered in the back and black trousers. Strangely, dark green scales adorned his lower left cheek, stretching from his neck where the rest of his skin was hidden beneath the silk fabric. "Especially with talking to my grandson like that."

Roman laughed nervously, walking up the rest of the stairs. "I apologize, Mister Nagatsuko. Your grandson is fun to talk to." A bead of cold sweat rolled down his temple as he took a seat across from the intimidating man. "The operation went well; I got the Divine Sword for you." Roman gestured from one of his men to come over. The man brought a large briefcase with a security key attached to it. He quickly punched the number in and popped open the briefcase, gingerly taking out an old wooden box at least a few centuries old with several glyphs-Ancient wards - carved into it. The box was set on the glass table. Roman had an overly cheerful face, as if he was hiding something.

The man, Nagatsuko, looked Roman straight in the eye until Roman had collapsed under the calculating gaze.

"Aaaaah, y-you see it wasn't actually in the Schnee Company's hands." Roman said nervously, shifting in his seat.

"No matter- You brought it to me." Nagatsuko nodded, gesturing for one of his own men to slide the box towards him. Once the box was in front of him, he carefully opened in, letting out a soft breath as the sight of the old sword in the red, silky cushion. Nagatsuko took the sword by the hilt, then balanced it so it was level by putting his hand under the black blade. The hilt was gold, with dragons engraved into it with such delicacy and intricacy, it must've taken years to carve. A green tassel hung from the hilt, a traditional decor in weapons. In the black metal hilt, there was a single dragon carved into it, extending from the base to the end as if it was frozen in time, frozen in the very metal itself in mid flight. The dragon had taken the spotlight away from the hilt, thus no one really marveled in the pure black Dust crystal embedded in the base of the hilt, with a strange red light glowing from the very core of it, almost like a egg of destruction waiting to be hatched.

"It's gorgeous." Roman gazed at the sword in awe.

"It certainly is. After generations of this lost to my family, it has come back to the Nagatsuko hands." Nagatsuko said, mystified. "The Divine Sword, said to be the very weapon of the first shinigami, Azrael…"

Of course, that just went over Roman's head, as he was unfamiliar with Vacuo mythology. However, he did find that the name 'Azrael' was a bit familiar…

"Of course it is. But I'd like to correct you that it didn't belong to the Nagatsuko family; it was stolen, then stolen back." Roman felt a frightening force from behind him, where the cold, unemotional voice came from.

There was a collective cocks of guns all around, from both Roman's men and Nagatsuko's. Roman quickly stood, pointing his cane at the intruder.

Nagatsuko stood angrily, raising the Divine Sword with full intention of using it. He looked coolly at Roman, promising death. "Mistah Torchwick, you told me that you had no trouble."

"Eheh, you see, I did tell you that I didn't find the sword with the Schnee Company." Roman glanced at Nagatsuko before looking back at the intruder, who was a woman cloaked in black with only blood red eyes and deathly white skin in view beneath the hood. "It was with Badass Death Girl over there." Roman, despite his usual speech, was afraid, especially since he was sure that he had killed the woman.

~flashback~

"AAAAH!" Roman screamed like a girl, ducking away from a superspeed slash from a razor sharp scythe. The scythe easily sliced through a metal pipe next to where Roman's head was, causing large amounts of steam to hiss out. "Holy shit- What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're scary, crazy, and pretty hot, I give you that, Death Girl."

The perpetrator's red eyes glared at Roman irritably as if he was a fly. "Return the sword and I will spare your soul-"

Roman thought quickly, pointing his cane up at the pipe barely a foot above. He fired off a few shots, causing a jet of steam to shoot at the woman, effectively blinding her, in Roman's point of view. He sneered, managing to see the cloaked woman through the thickening steam. "See you in Hell, Death Girl. Too bad we didn't meet a better situation, it would've been nice to have a drink together." He fired off an accurate shot straight at the woman's head before running away with the ancient box.

~end flashback~

"Of course it was. I am a federal agent given the duty of protecting the Divine Sword." The woman retorted.

"Federal agent?!" Nagatsuko sputtered, enraged. Roman Torchwick, number one on his to kill list.

"That, I didn't know." Roman visibly gulped.

"Enough of this!" Nagatsuko snapped. "Attack her!"

Almost immediately, all of Nagatsuko's men, all dressed in oriental style, formed a wall between him and 'Death Girl,' guns of all sorts, most of them illegal outside of most battle schools and the military, trained. It was just then that Roman realized that he was sort of unprotected.

"What're you doing standing there?" Roman snapped at his men, the lit part of his cigar brightening slightly. "Get her!"

The men began firing shots at the Death Girl, the gunshots causing several screams to come from the rest of the underground.

The boy, after hearing the screams, stiffened. He quickly ran in the direction of the commotion, only to find the crowd blocking the entrance into the club itself. He scowled in irritation, hurrying to the Fire Alarm. He attempted to open it, since he couldn't find the hammer. He cursed under his breath when it refused to comply, retrieving something from his sleeve. It looked like sai for a second before it quickly shifted its metal components to form a pistol. The boy fired off one shot, cracking the glass. He then smashed the rest with his elbow, wincing slightly as the glass shards dug into his skin. He bit his tongue, ignoring the blood that seeped from the cuts as he quickly pulled the lever, causing the techno beat to stop abruptly, replaced with the wailing of the fire alarm. Everyone panicked more, but quieted down the slightest when the boy fired another shot in the air.

"Everyone!" The boy shouted over the alarm, intent on saving these innocent lives and getting to where his grandfather was. "Get out of here as quick as you can! Exit's over there!" Almost instantly, everyone hurried to the back door, where the exit sign hung above. The boy took this as his chance, quickly pushing through the slowly clearing crowd to the dance floor. He was vaguely thankful that he wasn't trampled just when more shots were fired off… And reflected?

"AAAH!" One of his grandfather's men fell from the balcony, blood pouring from his shoulder.

The boy cursed, "Fuck."

Just when the first shots were fired, the strangest thing had happened. The so called Death Girl went into a flurry of flips and spins, much too fast for the human eye to see clearly. She easily dodged the bullets.

"What the hell?! She isn't even human!" One of Roman's men shouted practically in Roman's ear.

"You don't think I don't know that?" Roman hissed, growing more irritated by the minute.

The woman ran at the men, but she suddenly brought her scythe blade down. It dug through the floor, but not deep enough. The momentum sent her flying forward, above the men. Movement seemed to slow down as she descended through the air, sweeping her scythe in wide 180, bringing down at least three men with the blunt end of her scythe. Clearly the speed and force was enough to knock them out. She landed easily, and in one quick move, spun once, bringing down another man that lunged at her with a swift kick to the head. She soon stopped, in a threatening stance of a bow on one knee, with one arm spinning the scythe once in a wide arc until it stopped, parallel to the ground.

Roman was chilled; the martial arts of this one reminded him of someone. Obviously it wasn't the girl he recent met not too long ago named Red. The movement was too quick and precise- And much too graceful. Not to mention all of that just happened in a span of 5 seconds or a little more.

"A double bladed rokushaku kama. Master of rokushaku kamajutsu." Nagatsuko growled, noting that the woman carried not a normal pole scythe, but a double bladed one decorated elaborately in a manner of nature; vines that wound around the dark metal pole in a tight embrace of death. "Fire on! Don't let fear take you!" His men quickly obeyed, firing off shots like their lives depended on it, almost in the likeness of a machine gun.

It appeared that she had more tricks up her sleeve. The woman spun the scythe once, twice, thrice, and more until the movement was almost mechanical; like a blender or fan of sorts. The bullets were deflected off the makeshift shield, sent flying back at the men.

To say Nagatsuko and Roman were shocked was an understatement. The woman must've used quite a bit of her aura, and most likely Dust, during this fight.

Roman grimaced, seeing quite a few men get hit by a bullet and a couple fall over the edge. He noted that strangely none of the bullets hit vital points, only spots that would be enough to take down the men and give them a need to get medical treatment at the hospital.

"Grandfather!" Roman was surprised that Snakey had thrown himself in front of Nagatsuko, black mechanical sai drawn. He was slightly worried for the boy, especially since he noticed several cuts on his hand and lower arm, with shards of glass sticking out like a sore thumb in some of them.

"Shige!" Nagatsuko shouted, horrified. "What are you doing?!"

Snakey glanced back at the old man, his eye full of determination and pride. He spoke hurriedly in Japanese, "You said that I'm not worthy of being one of the family. I'm going to save you from worrying about the next heir on your deathbed. And watch me, I'm going to prove myself at the same time, even if I die."

"Huh, never figured that you'd have so much family pride…" Roman commented since he had picked up most of the words in Japanese, only to receive a sharp 'Shut up!' and a death glare from the boy.

"Don't worry about me Grandfather, promise me that." The boy nodded curtly to his grandfather before lunging at the woman at swift speeds, his sai spinning around his fingers as he prepared the force to bring down the woman.

The woman quickly brought up her scythe, intercepting the boy's blow. The boy used this to his advantage; he hooked the pole of the scythe with his sai, swiftly sliding it it up with a sound of scraping metal. The force caused the woman to loosen her grip slightly on the scythe, which sparked surprise in her blood red eyes. The boy thrusted his other sai out, the weapon transforming into a pistol. Before he could fire off a shot, the sudden spin of the scythe caught him off guard. He swiftly retracted his hand before it could get sliced off. He cursed at himself for not figuring it out sooner; the woman had used the momentum from the force of his sai to spin her scythe. The boy suddenly ducked as the women swung her scythe parallel to the ground at him, a strand of his hair taken off by the razor sharp blade. However, he wasn't expecting the scythe to immediately swing in the other direction at his feet. The boy was knocked down, but his instinct took action. He put his arms out to intercept the ground, so he could flip out of the the area within the radius of the woman's scythe. Upon impact, the boy had bit the inside of his cheek so hard, it had bled just so he could stop himself from crying out in pain as sharp, knife like pain trailed up and down his arm, making the cuts worse than it already was. The boy quickly flipped to his feet, removing the weight from his arms. He cursed, spitting out blood onto the floor before facing the woman again in a battle stance, low to the ground. His arms bled even more, and started shaking slightly with effort. He lunged again at the woman, this time using a nearby table to spring himself up into the air. He descended quickly towards the woman, twisting his body slightly to quicken and add more force to his blow. He swung his sai in a wide arc at the woman, aiming for her neck. The woman barely dodged the blades. The boy landed on one foot before he swiftly lowered himself to the ground, spinning. He stretched out his other leg, intending to disbalance the woman. But the woman was too fast; she jumped up, narrowly dodging it. The boy straightened himself, transforming both of his sai into pistols. He fired off a few shots, but the woman quickly dodged and deflected one or two with her scythe. The boy ducked once again, from another wide swing before transforming his sais back and brought them both up, in an 'x' in attempt to hook the scythe into his hold. The woman intercepted the sai, giving the boy an advantage… Until she yanked the scythe into herself, the blade catching the boy in the cheek and shocking him. The boy let out a cry of pain, stumbling slightly. The woman used this to her advantage; she used the flat side of her scythe and knock the boy away. The boy was sent flying into the glass wall leading to an unoccupied private room, shattering it upon impact.

The boy let out a shaky breath, winded, He stared up at the ceiling before the pain overtook him, black filtering his vision as he blacked out.

The woman herself was breathing heavily, finding that the battle had dragged out a bit too long- She didn't expect the boy to be that strong.

"This is enough!" Nagatsuko roared in rage, lunging at the woman, using the Divine Sword. The woman's eyes widened as she quickly blocked the blade with the pole of her scythe. The two metals vibrated violently upon impact. The woman even winced slightly, but she quickly regained her cold stature. She spun her scythe around Nagatsuko's blade, causing him to take a few steps back in surprise. The woman caught her scythe again, and swung it in a wide arc down at Nagatsuko. Nagatsuko intercepted it, keeping the sharp blade from reaching him. He narrowed his eyes at the woman, deciding to use the Divine Sword for real. In an instant, the Dust crystal embedded in the hilt glowed slightly on contact with his skin as he stroked the stone, swiftly writing in kanji, 風, wind. The black blade radiated with a strange black glow before the air surrounding it was pushed outwards violently in an explosion. The woman was knocked back several feet, but she remained standing.

"Mind if I join?" Roman quickly joined the old man's side. "And by the way, is that a wind Dust crystal?"

"It isn't." Nagatsuko responded to Roman's second question. "It is ancient, remember. Therefore, it is the ancestor of all Dust, the manifestation of everything. It is said that it was wielded by the oldest, strongest death god before passed on the us humans."

"Wow." Roman simply said before adding, "Watch out!" A large clawed hand made seemingly from shadows lunged out at them. He and Nagatsuko jumped out of the way. The hand returned to its owner, where it faded into the deathly white outstretched hand of the woman. Roman whistled in amazement before swiftly bringing his cane up to block a scythe swinging straight for Roman's face. "Hey watch it-" He noticed Nagatsuko breaking for it. "WHAT?! Where are you going?!"

Nagatsuko simply slid open a window, where an expensive aircraft hovered right outside, causing wind so strong, even Roman and the woman could feel it. "I'm going to my safehaven. This is payback for not being thorough. And I have no intentions of further pursuing a fight with a death god." He was about to step out the window. Roman was slightly confused.

The woman lunged at Nagatsuko, with full intention of not letting him go with the sword. However, she was in her tracks by Roman's arm, physically restraining her. Roman managed to knock the scythe out of her hands with his cane. Roman's voice breathed into her ear, "Nah ah ah, Death Girl. Y'know that friends do keep an eye out for each other."

Nagatsuko looked disgusted, halfway out the window. "We are, in no circumstances, friends, Mistah Torchwick. You were only a necessity in gaining the sword. From this day on, you, Mistah Torchwick, and the White Fang are the Eternal Moon's enemy based in your stupidity. Farewell." He dropped out, grabbing onto a rope ladder before the aircraft took off.

A string of curses came from the woman's mouth as she struggled. Roman paid no mind, as he was mind boggled as to what he did to piss off the most wanted crime lord in the whole of Remnant. Of course, it was then that he realized something. The damn bastard didn't even give me my 8 million Lin! He facepalmed, still having the woman in his grip. "Goddamnit…"

"Yes, yes, I understand your tragedy. Now let go of me." The woman huffed, obviously weakened to the point of not bothering to forcefully shake Roman off.

"Hm… Nope." Roman chuckled, nuzzling the woman's neck while breathing in her scent. "I still haven't gotten a good look at your face, Death Girl…" His free hand reached up to the woman's hood, and with one smooth motion, he flicked it off. His green eyes widened in shock. "...It's you."

Blood red eyes stared back at Roman sadly before quickly switching to irritation as Roman embraced her in a hug in the likes of a boa constrictor and its prey. Roman carefully rested his chin on the woman's hair, his hand gently stroking it as if double checking if she really was there.

There was a strained, irritated mumble, and Roman quickly released the tight grip. He gazed down at the woman's face, caressing her cheek. "It's really you." He added breathlessly, "Why did you nearly kill me?"

"...You're seriously asking that." The woman's voice had reverted to its original lack of emotion.

"Right." Roman laughed. He froze slightly, hearing police sirens in the distance.

"Looks like you'll have to leave." The woman commented, pointing out the obvious. Roman rolled his eyes.

"Still the bluntly obvious, I see. You seriously have no style." The woman rolled her eyes at that. "But why haven't you contacted me?"

The woman didn't reply, but the deadpan look in her eyes was enough.

"Right, right, I get it, royal business. But doesn't answer my question." Roman sighed.

"I'll explain. Eventually." The woman said slowly.

"...Fine." Roman glanced to the side, noting that the sirens were getting closer. He gritted his teeth before bending down and placing a quick kiss on the woman's forehead. "I'll see you later." He hurried to the window, about to jump about before looking back at the mildly surprised woman. "And you owe me a drink after all these years." The woman sighed, shaking her head slightly. "Have fun being questioned by Glynda. See you in Hell, Death Girl." Roman winked before quite literally falling back out of the window.

The woman glanced around, catching the gaze of one man, who miraculously survived. The man ran out screaming in terror something about a 'Grim Reaper' after his soul.

It was then that the door busted open with a police squad charging in, followed by a rather severe looking Glynda Goodwitch.

The woman was not at all looking forward to this. She sighed, drawing out her ID card with a strange symbol of two silver painted scythes crossing in battle adorning it. "I think you should gather these guys and get them immediate medical care."

END

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