Disclaimer: I own neither the series nor the OC's used here. Man I need to find some ideas...

Cardin Winchester was not having a good day.

Well, actually he had been having a good day, until he had run into a problem.

The problem that he may die was a problem that seemed pretty high up there in "things to ruin a day" after all.

"You really think you can run, boy?" A voice came from the corner before said corner exploded into rubble. Death incarnate appeared and Cardin tried to run even faster. Why did he ever decide to walk around fully armored most of the time again?

He had already discarded all forms of pride as he tried to escape from his pursuer as fast as possible. The thought that he was technically running from a little girl had already been thrown away from his mind after her first few punches.

He was pretty sure that when a punch didn't connect, it wasn't supposed to dent his armor.

The ex-bully (well still bully but he was technically trying to be good again) rounded another corner but it seemed like the girl had the advantage of having the best detour available, mainly being able to destroy any thing in her way. He could faintly recall something about the fastest point between two points or something like that.

"Um…won't we be late for the meeting?" asked a voice and Cardin was reminded that he actually had a passenger on the ride called death. Velvet Scarletina looked up from between his arms her face a bit worried although not of the current life or death situation but of the meeting he had made up.

"Is that really what you want to bring up right now?!" Cardin yelled, which made the faunus girl's ears droop down a bit. Damn it, why did he have to pick her up? He didn't really need to but for some odd reason he had passed by the room he was supposed to meet her at, totally not out of concern, of course. He had picked her up because he…thought his attacker would lay off if he had a hostage?

Yeah…that was it.

Another explosion brought Cardin out of his thoughts. On the bright side, it looked like they wouldn't be having history in a while.

Hmmm, maybe he should pass by Oobleck's lecture hall next?

"Watch out!" Cardin was barely able to dodge as a desk flew past him and promptly exploded as it hit the wall next to him. Scarletina peeked past his back and informed him that there seemed to be numerous projectiles coming from behind in the form of chairs.

Maybe, he'll avoid the lectures halls…

…

"Man, I love my job."

Bill the janitor took a moment to admire his work. It had taken him an hour but now the first floor hallways were sparkling clean. When Bill first applied for a janitorial job at Beacon, he thought he'd have a bit of trouble seeing as he was the only janitorial staff. Although when one of the staff could clear a food fight in less than a minute than one would wonder why they'd even bother hiring him in the first place. Whatever the reason he was hired and was the one in charge of the cleaning and maintenance of the whole school.

Thankfully, Bill loved cleaning. His parents had asked if he was serious when he told them he wanted to be a janitor. His friends had jeered at his choice. His councilor hadn't even taken seriously until their fifth meeting.

Still, he pushed and now, after years of hard work, here he was the most wanted janitor in the country. He could clear a coliseum caked in blood, sweat, and dust in an hour. He knew the best way to remove those pesky stains.

Still, he was pretty proud of today's work. The floors sparkled, waxed to perfection. Not a speck of litter could be seen and he had already emptied the trashcans. He had even bothered to spray a bit of air freshener, a lemony scent wafting in the air.

Truly, this was the reason he lived.

"Out of my way!" Suddenly, a shout rang through the hall as an armored student ran past, a faunus girl in his arms. Miss Scarletina, was it? As the janitor, he actually knew most of the students by the time they reached their second year. Although they just knew him as the janitor who was to be feared during dorm room inspection.

Bill watched as the student ran past him and could only chuckle. Ah young love. He was a bit of a gossip, actually THE source for the happenings in the school, so he was always liked to see the something happening. Added a bit of a spice to his job. Still, he's been at this for years so he turned his head to the end of the corridor to see the source of the students' troubles.

What Bill didn't expect was for the ceiling above to collapse and a small girl to fall through the new hole. She looked at the direction of where the two had run off to and prepared to dash off but she stopped as there seemed to be some sort of appendages attached to her arm. She gave them a light tug but they held firm.

"Wait just there, young lady."

Now, Bill was just a janitor but he wasn't just any janitor. He was the best of the best and was the lone janitor of Beacon academy. He was the one who took care and fed Port's Grimm. He was the one who installed fear even to the graduates. He was the one who made sure the forest didn't have too many Grimm.

Bill held his trusty mop in one hand, where he had extended the strands to stop the girl. The strands had hardened and moved away from the center of the mop, revealing a glowing blue crystal. Blue lightning sparked across the strands but none of it reaching the girl. It was a warning that one wrong move could lead to a severe shock. Combined with the crystal's function as a high powered pressure hose that had settings from tidal wave to diamond cutter, Bill's Krakle-n was not just the pinnacle of cleaning but also of asskicking.

"I can't just let you go after creating this mess." The girl stared at him wordlessly and in an instant a giant figure rushed at him. The boom that was created when the figure's fist was blocked by all of the Krakle-n's strands blew all the windows and doors open and may have knocked down a few chairs.

But not ol' Bill.

"Looks like you got some stuff in yah," remarked Bill as the figure made of aura tried another punch against his strand-made shield. He reached behind to his pouch with his free hand and pulled out a slim cylinder. One shake later, the cylinder expanded into a two meter trident, the weapon glowing blue due to the all of the lightning travelling across its body.

"Don't worry though…" Bill pulled back his arm. Now, one arm was extended forward holding the Krackle-n, the other raised and poised, ready to throw the weapon in its grasp. "…I'll be the one who'll clean up after I'm through with you."

…

"Hmm…my heart is pounding…is this what they call the suspension bridge effect?"

"Not...huhh…now, Scarletina," breathed Cardin as he allowed himself to take deep breaths. He didn't know why but he wasn't being chased anymore. It was a good thing too as he had ran both of them into a dead end. He was still holding Velvet up because, far as he knew, she could appear any time and it was quite possible that he could run past the woman if he was still holding the girl up.

Cardin allowed himself a few more deep breaths. He could hear sounds coming from where he had ran from so something must either be holding her back or maybe even the teachers had intervened. Hell, they may even have stopped her!

"End of the line."

So much for that. Cardin stared at his executioner. She didn't even seem the least bit out of breath or sweaty. There were some singes on her dress though the fact that she didn't look injured in the slightest offset that observation.

Her face was hard, one Cardin recognized his mother war when she scolded him, although he was pretty sure his mother never went this far in punishing him. Her arms were crossed as were the arms of the apparition of a giant amazon behind her.

Cardin gulped and in a very shaky voice said, "Y-you wouldn't hurt this girl as well, right?"

He raised Scarletina in his arms which actually seemed to make the girl stop…

"Don't worry, I am fairly accurate in my blows."

…for like a second.

Cardin swallowed once more.

"L-look, Miss Arc, was it? I'm guessing you're related to Jaune? I really think you have a misunderstanding?"

"No, I have pretty good proof. Also, your aura says you're lying." The woman raised an eyebrow and, to Cardin's dismay, the figure behind her unfolded its arms.

Could you even tell that by reading his aura? Cardin honestly did not know, but he knew that lying probably wasn't a good idea.

"Okay maybe I did blackmail Jaune a bit… but we're cool now! Seriously! I already got beaten up by someone for it!"

"Then they must've done a pretty bad job at it. Looks like I'll have to show them just what it is done," replied the girl coolly, "This is exactly why I told Father Jaune wasn't meant to go to a school for hunters."

As the figure behind her reared its giant fist back, Cardin decided. If he was going to be beaten up he might as well take it like a man. He turned around and exposed his back, allowing himself to shield the girl in his arms, her face not showing even a bit of worry.

You know, if he was going to die anyways, Cardin might as well admit it. Maybe he had actually grown to like-

"Velvet!"

Someone screamed from the other end of the hallway as a large sword flew towards the unprotected back of the girl. The amazon was quick to react, turning around and punching the sword up, only for the sword to be caught in the air by a giant of a student in green. In a show of aerobatics not expected of one of his stature, the giant turned in the air until he landed in between Cardin and his attacker.

During this time, two others had ran past the girl and were now standing next to the giant. One was in red while the other was mostly in brown.

"Good job Yats, although what did I tell you about yelling out your attacks?"

"Sorry…"

"No matter." The woman in brown took one glance at the two behind her. "I'll deal with you later. For now…"

If there was one thing that was to be said about team CVFY, it was that one shouldn't mess with their leader, especially when she had less than two pints of coffee in her.

Today, Velvet was supposed to remedy the fact that their room had ran out of their leader's favorite brand of coffee but was called into an impromptu meeting.

Coco was not exactly in a chipper mood today.

"You," Coco strutted forward, one arm on her hip, "what do you think you are doing?"

"Are you trying to slow me down?" asked the girl, her tone suggesting like a mother talking to a child. It was one that was more of a surprised statement rather than a question.

"No," Coco took another few steps forward. She did not flinch when the figure of aura came in front of her fist extended. She just adjusted her glasses as a multicolored aura shield created by Yatsuhashi and Fox stopped the fist. It was shaky but it held firm. "I intend to stop you. Velvet, let's go!"

"U-um, yes!" Velvet nodded. Sucking in her legs, she used Cardin's chest as a kick board and landed next to her leader, ignoring the "Oomph!" that came from the boy.

Together, leader and faunus raised an arm and added their own auras to the shield. Brown and scarlet aura was added into the red and green shield until it lost its shape, four colors swirling together, forming something else entirely.

Aura. Normally, it was used as either shields or to passively reinforce one's weapon or even oneself. Against Grimm, it was better to use it for these functions, for a sharper sword or a stronger shield. The Grimm were in packs and were fast, best to have four super humans against one Grimm. However, when it was against a Grimm that was large and by itself, where four super humans were just mosquitoes, sometimes it was better to have one big gun instead of four peashooters.

Yatsuhashi threw his sword up in to the air. It spun before it was caught by its handle, the sword glowing bright green, encased in its owner's aura. Normally, a sword that size was only able to be used by someone as large as him, even then with both hands. It was one large hand that caught the sword, as if it was just a standard sized sword and not one that was taller than some of the student body.

A brown figure held up its glowing green sword. It could easily be called a knight as its brown colored body was dressed in pulsing blood red armor. Strapped to its other arm was a shield and fluttering behind it was a cape, both shining the color scarlet. It didn't seem to have a head as its helmet seemed to fully cover it, horns on top that looked oddly enough, like rabbit ears.

From the helmet's opening, two red beads lit up, signaling that the Caffiend was complete. A technique normally only done by much higher years but if a team was close enough, they would be able to complete it. This was one of Beacon's main lessons and the greatest showing of the school's rule on forming teams during initiation: Although a hunter was dangerous, a team of hunters was death incarnate.

The Caffiend stared back at the amazon, sword and shield ready. Both were equal in size but the combination of four colors easily made the amazon, combined with her lack of weapons and armor, less threatening.

"Lady, I don't know who you are but," Coco brought out a cigarette to her lips and lit it up. She took a deep breath from it then spat it to the ground, stomping on it, "you picked the wrong day to beat up an asshole."

"I don't know why we didn't do this in the first place, Neo."

"…"

Two figures walked through the hallways of Beacon. Although both were wearing designated Beacon uniforms, it was obvious to any other student that would pass by that both were obviously not or couldn't be students, one looking way too old the other looking way too young.

"Why yes! Just for the occasion I got a new hat. It's a fedora actually"

"…"

The first had orange hair and, as he stated, was wearing a dark fedora. One would wonder why a student would wear one but this was Beacon where it was a-okay for capes to be part of a dress code. He easily could've looked like he could pass for a man in his mid-twenties who had put on his old school uniform and a hat in a terrible attempt to look younger than he did. "Could've" if it wasn't for the fact that the man oozed posh and charm making the look, or quite possibly any look, work.

"Hidden functions? Well, tipping it unleashes a thousand katana slashes to a foe in front of me."

"…"

From certain angles or even possibly if one was in front of him, it would've been easy to think that the fashionably dressed man was talking to himself. This was due to both his conversation partner's lack of response and her height. Standing shorter than a certain red hooded student was a girl with hair that was black on one side and pink on the other. Her eyes as well shared two different colors although it didn't seem to weird out her partner.

"Don't worry your pretty little head. After all, according to Cinder's books, the most fashionable are those who are always late, especially ones who transfer in late."

"…"

Oddly enough, although the girl was not responding at all, the man seemed to be able to understand what the girl wanted to express, even forming a conversation.

But of course, this was just normal for first class thieves, Roman Torchwick and his partner, Neo. When he had heard of his boss' plan on infiltrating Beacon, he had laughed at it. When he heard she had actually succeeded without the use of a disguise or a mask and was even passing off as a student, well, after he picked his jaw off the floor he had told Neo who for some odd reason wanted to try it out as well.

He wasn't really sure if it would work but if that old hag could pass off as a buxom student then why couldn't he? Well, at least Neo seemed to be excited going by how animated her responses were today.

"I guess I wouldn't mind being in the same class."

"…"

"Wait, what do you mean I can't eat with you when you're with your friends!?"

"…"

"Of course I'd have my own friends! That's it no more ice cream for you, miss!"

"!"

"…fine. Just two scoops. But the cone's wafer."

"…"

"Ugh. One scoop and sugar cone. Sometimes I think I'm too lenient with you."

"…"

"You're welcome. Isn't someone especially chatty today?"

Roman smiled to himself. Things were looking good so far. So far no one had recognized them, although there was actually no one to recognize them as for some odd reason most of the hallways were empty. Odd, but never one to complain about good luck he let it slide.

Neo smiled up at him, swinging her trademark parasol as she walked next to him through the empty hallway.

Honestly, he didn't really have a plan. After their applications were accepted, he had been too surprised to do anything but wing it. Also, besides the ones who got in through offer and scholarship, this place seemed loaded with rich kids who wanted to prove themselves or something such as that. His pockets were still a bit rustled on the tuition cost for both him and Neo.

They called him a thief? Ha! Forcing students to pay for airship trips just to get here was just the tip on the iceberg. Aura-insulating clothes were not cheap and that everyone had to either choose a dorm or take daily trips with the airship was something that he had even developed a sort of begrudging respect for the school.

Which he would repay by scamming every Lien he could from every fumbling student. Also, just thinking about all the dust and materials for weapons here they had made him giddy at the possible dosh he could get from selling it. That's not even mentioning the place where they might keep all of their funds.

Yeah, he was going to like it here.

"So Neo, you remember your identity and cover story?"

"…" The girl looked up to him and styled a confident smirk.

"Well, if you are sure about that. Just don't stutter and act cool."

"…" The girl nodded again but Roman knew this time she was just responding automatically. Neo had been really adamant about this especially when she heard that Cinder and her crew were able to go to some dance.

Honestly she had been so noisy about it. Yes, they would go to the next dance. Yes, he wouldn't mind stealing her a new dress. No, Cinder wouldn't show her up especially with that woman's gorilla hands.

Really, that girl.

At least with this, she would be happy and he had a new source of dosh.

Now, if only he had a way to-

Roman Torchwick stopped.

His sudden stop caused Neo to stop.

She turned back to Roman and tilted her head slightly, eyes full of question. It was only after a moment she realized that answer was at the end of the empty hallway they had been traveling through.

On the other side was a woman and a small girl. The woman had a stylish hairdo that would resembled a live flame. Covering her eyes, were round sunglasses while dressing her body was a semi-formal attire. The young girl next to her was in a simple purple dress contrasting the very stylish and eye-catching woman next to her.

Roman Torchwick stared and he somehow knew the woman in front of him was doing the same. She wasn't someone he knew nor was it anyone that would know him or cause him trouble but yet there was something…there.

Something more…instinctual.

"Neo…get behind me and just follow my lead," instructed Roman not even looking at Neo.

The girl just nodded and moved behind him. Roman was glad that Neo at least seemed to understand the situation as she did it without complaint.

He was still staring at the blonde but he knew it was almost over. Both were now almost done. This wasn't a just any staring contest, it was one with a purpose, sizing each other up.

Roman looked straight ahead and took a step then another until it soon became a slow stride. He was now looking directly in front of him, not at his enemy but at the wall behind her.

Twenty meters

The hallway was devoid of anyone but the two pairs as they slowly walked to each other. Only the steps made by their shoes could be heard. Neo walked silently behind him as did the compatriot of the mystery woman.

Ten meters

The thief raised slowly raised his arm and then held the tip of his new hat between his thumb and pointer. The blonde raised her hand as well but placed a lone finger on the bridge of her sunglasses.

Zero.

It was just a second. Just a single second when Roman and the woman passed each other and that's when it happened. Neither broke their straight gaze but at that moment their attention to the other was at its maximum.

Roman tipped his fedora and whispered the activation chant of his new hat.

"Psh. Nothing personal, kid."

He was still looking ahead but the sound of a thousand katanas slashing through the air was easily heard.

Hmph. Way too easy. A midst the euphoria of winning, Roman actually felt a bit disappoint-

"Heh, that's all you got?"

Roman's eyes widened as he turned his body around only to see the unharmed back of his supposed to be cut up opponent. She had seemed to have stopped but for some odd reason she was now wearing a denim jacket. He felt a slight movement above him as his new fedora split in two revealing his trademark hat, destroying his perfect disguise.

The blonde now turned to Roman, not fully, just enough so her side was facing him. Raising a knee and making her free arm to do a gesture, the woman lowered the hand pushing her sunglasses up, taking the sunglasses with it. Blue eyes stared back at his own as the blonde raised the same hand once again, this time holding a cap and, never breaking her glare, set it on her head.

Even though her hair was clipping through and made it as if the cap was on fire, Roman could still read the words inscribed on the black and red topper.

Top Gun.

"That's it! Neo, do it!" Roman jumped back and at that moment his partner did what they both classified as a case twenty, emergency change of wardrobe. With the sound of grass cracking, Roman Torchwich stood in his normal dandy get-up. He bent his knees and moved his hand in front of his face and what only could be an aura of fabulous pulsed out of him.

"Not bad, but-!" The woman responded by adapting another pose which had Roman changing his own.

The two shuffled through fabulous pose after pose, their auras radiating brightly. In a twenty meter radius, other students had a sudden urge to pose as well, their faces getting strangely detailed.

This was not just any battle Roman Torchwick, master thief, could lose. This was a battle only the top of the top of the fashion world would be able to fight. In a world where it felt like everyone's clothes were designed with cosplay in mind, looking fashionable and not cringe worthy was the most important factor.

…and it seemed he had finally found a worthy opponent.

Somewhere in a not so close location, the team leader of CFVY looked up to the air, sensing something, a ripple in the equilibrium of looking fine and fashionable. She looked to her left, then to her right, then eventually when she realized it wasn't anywhere went back to holding up their shield.

Meanwhile…

The two short companions watched as their partners continued their pose-off, unaware of the effect they were causing to the environment around them nor just how bizarre both looked.

Catherine turned to the other girl.

"Wanna play some cards?"

Neo shrugged and just nodded.

Step. Step.

"Hmm? I don't think I pay you to by lying on the floor."

Bill chuckled, although a bit painfully.

"Don't worry, sir. I'll get on it. Just taking a little break."

"…"

"Sir," Bill looked up from his position, "It's probably best to confront her now. Although I went easy on her…"

"…she went easy on you, as well. The fact that there are still a few walls left standing points to that. All for some bullying I didn't respond too yet she was the one who always said to tough things out if you were a hunter…"

Bill chuckled again.

"Well, it was her brother. Although, I think we both know the real reason why she went here…"

Ozpin sighed.

"….childhood friends are way too troublesome, aren't they Bill?"

"Wouldn't know, sir. I'm just a janitor after all."

"Hmm…I guess. Take the day off. No point in fixing anything if there will just be more things destroyed. I already evacuated most of the students."

"Will do, sir!"

"You'll be fixing the whole place when you get back though…"

"It's alright sir, I'm just a janitor anyways. You can't really do this for as long as I do unless you love the job. And I love cleaning…just make sure I won't have to clean up your remains, alright? You're a pretty good boss. Oum help me when Glynda takes over."

"Oum help us all, Bill," muttered Ozpin as he walked away from the janitor, "Oum help us all…"

AN: Yo everyone! Just got off watching the latest ep which made me feel like putting this out. I am happy to report that as of this moment Neo still is hasn't spoken. Now I'll be real with all of you and say that this was fic was actually meant to be a one-shot but I never noticed that I left it as ongoing until people were asking for a chapter two. So now I have to write out all the crazy previews I wrote which were definitely not meant to be written out.

Consider this one a test as I honestly have no idea if I should still continue this beast of a story...

Also, ideas are definitely welcome as if there was someone who has been written into a wall it is me. I have no idea if pancake people should be people dressed as pancakes or giant pancakes that talk...

Well anways, Ciao!