I OWN NOTHING

For those of you unaware of it, I am as flawed as they come in life, so keep your expectations low and give constructive criticism in case I mess up.

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"Yo, Tukson-san."

Tukson was a simple man, Faunus but still a simple man. He didn't want for much but to enjoy life away from trouble. Such a thing was easier said than done. When it came to facing his life choices, he knew he did enough to earn himself a target for his head. Every day he expected to see a collector walk through his bookstore's door with its chiming bell heralding a battle for his continued existence.

"Ah, there you are, sir." However, the man who greeted him was not one of them.

"Don't call me that, makes me feel older than I am..." said Tukson's complete opposite. While Tukson had short hair and well-kept large sideburns, the other man had long hair pulled back and an unkept beard. Tukson preferred a simple pair of green pants and a red and black polo shirt. His guest wore black dress pants, a matching shirt with the two top buttons undone, and a red mauve blazer.

And where Tukson was usually stoic and polite, "I've gotten the money to pay for this month, Akiyama-san."

His guest was anything but, "That already? Geesh, didn't I tell you not to worry?" the laidback man said and rubbed the back of his head with a lazy smile, "Honestly, enjoy life a bit, I don't charge interest so long as you get my test done. You passed with flying colors."

Tukson gave his guest a warm, truthful smile, "None other would've done this much for a Faunus without thinking it twice. You earned this."

"Ugh, please don't put me in a pedestal, I could fall off it." Akiyama chortled and grabbed a handful of bills, flipping through them with a finger, "Yup, all accounted for." He put the cash in his jacket's breast pocket without a care in the world. Everyone who looked at Shun Akiyama would think he wasn't much until they could see what he was capable of.

"And I got you that book you wanted, sir." Tukson said and produced the item.

"Again with the sir stuff?" Akiyama looked a tad distraught, making the bookseller chortle.

"It's hard for me not to respect you, so take it as a compliment." Tukson replied with a sincere grin.

"Guess I don't have much of a choice then, thanks." Akiyama took the book with a small smile and checked it, "Third Crusade, the legit one."

"Why you'd want that, I'm sure it's important." Tukson said seriously with his eyebrows knitted.

Akiyama just kept his laidback grin, "Or maybe I need a good read."

"Sir..." Tukson started seriously, but the moneylender waved dismissively.

"You need to take care of yourself and keep providing this place with good books." The man said before also pocketing the book, "Let me see if I can find our little collector with some bait." He kept the smile, but a serious look in his eyes said he was expecting the worst. "Close early, I think you earned the right to relax away from here."

Tukson slowly nodded, "I will, sir. And take care, too."

Akiyama let out a tired sigh, "No need to tell me twice... This will be quite the story to get through." As the handsomely rugged fellow walked through the streets of Vale, he heard his scroll receiving a call, which he picked with a grimace. "Oh man, she's not gonna be happy..." answering, he put on a sheepish smile, "Hey, how's it-"

"How many times do you think I called?" a stern voice asked from the other side.

"Um...two?" he guessed awkwardly.

"Try five times in the span of the last twenty minutes!" she snapped, to which Akiyama pulled himself away from the speaker like he had been blasted by it, "Honestly, did you do what was asked of you!?"

"Um, yeah, a costumer just paid off part of his loan." He said after she calmed down, "And he handed me that item you spoke about."

"Good." She said calmer, "Act natural and pretend to be on a walk. If our assumptions are correct, that criminal could be after you."

"Yeah, not something I enjoy seeing as, you know, I kinda pay my taxes to have you guys do this job." Akiyama shot back with a soft smile.

"You're on thin ice for your actions, do not make us reconsider our deal." The woman replied icily, "After all, it's only because you were the lesser of two evils that we can work together."

Akiyama just had to deliver one jab to make his day, "Huh...sounds like you wanted a date and were too afraid to ask."

"Y-you...don't say such foolishly phony baloney, nincompoop! Get to work!" he could just picture her bright red face as he let out a chuckle.

"Worth it." He said after ending the call, "Now, if I were a killer targeting Faunus for no good reason, where would I be?"

He spied two individuals walking past him, as they passed in the street, "Nice suit." One, a boy, said mockingly to which Akiyama leveled a sigh to himself.

"You won't find your target, you two. Not dressed like you're about to entertain guests at least." His words made the two figures pause. One was a dusky skinned girl in rather revealing attire with green hair, and the other a sharply dressed youth with silver grey hair.

"Huh, should we?" the boy asked the girl.

To test them out, Akiyama pulled out the book, the girl's eyes widening, "He knows us!" she exclaimed in a whisper to her partner as the two neared the moneylender.

Akiyama looked up at the sky grimacing, "Wow. It's a scorcher today, you two know that?"

The girl gave him a confident smile, looking at his rakish features with seductive interest, "Aw, what's up? You think that we're after some-" She was blindsided by him spinning about, his leg intercepting her partner's. The two clashed legs for a second, Akiyama staring at his opponent with a dry expression.

He recognized one of them, "You're Black's boy, figures the old bastard would literally sire someone as scummy."

Mercury's eyebrow twitched for a split second, his expression forcing itself back to a cocky grin, "You knew my old man? Good, I'll enjoy beating you to a pulp in his memory."

To that, the unshaven man smirked, "Nah. He was weak. So are you, for that matter. Rank amateurish martial arts, kid." Akiyama grabbed his shoulder, swiveling them about as their legs cracked against each other. Flipping over heard, the man with the handsome stubble slammed his opposite heel on Mercury's face.

The girl gasped, "What the Hell's this guy?" she had never seen someone so casually outclass Mercury except for...

"You doing okay, buddy? You look a little red." Casually trash-talking Mercury, Akiyama's legs and the boy's kept clashing, but every kick Mercury used was intercepted, countered, then redirected.

At several points, they were simply countering each other. Limbs swung rapidly as they kept rising into the air. Akiyama won the exchange as with a brutal triple kick, once to Mercury's stomach, then to his shoulders, and the last to his face, he sent the young man flying back and into a wall. Performing a hand-stand, Akiyama daftly kicked Emerald on the face, preventing her from activating her Semblance.

"Ack! Wh-what the hell!? How did-" She begun to ask, before he flipped onto his feet, giving her a confident finger wag.

"Two things my dear. One, I can tell a woman who needs more respect in herself, and that's sad at your age. Two, I really wish you don't force me to hit you again... Fighting girls leaves a bad aftertaste." He said as he casually pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth, instantly infuriating the other kicker.

Mercury blasted up, furiously landing down next to Emerald, scorching mad and looking supremely enraged, "SHUT! THE F-OH GOD DAMMIT MY NOSE!" Akiyama rocked forward by kicking the ground, high-kicking Mercury on the bridge of his nose and sending him onto his back.

"You guys really tryin'? C'mon, I'll hold my hand behind my back. Little bit of effort is needed, is all I'm saying." Both of them saw red, now fully caught up in his Semblance.

Trash-talking, fighting, and taunting could overwhelm anyone over time in a fight. Make them perform stupid stunts to try and shut their opponent up. Akiyama took it to the logical conclusion. His Semblance allowed him to magnify the annoyance and frustration his words could inflict on someone, eventually driving them berserk with rage and killing intent. On Grimm it just drove them wild with fury, drawing their aggression like a beacon, but on sentient species was where it really shone.

Mercury thrust his leg forward as if to stab someone with his foot in the stomach, but he wasn't close enough to do so. Akiyama was quick enough to react upon hearing the sound of a gun chamber move and the bullet set into a chamber. Flipping over a fast bullet, the moneylender went to the wall, kicked it, and propelled himself to slam his heel on Mercury's face. Once again, the teen ate dirt. The girl grunted as she tried to use her own Semblance. Akiyama easily read her, years of practice in doing so thanks to his Semblance.

"Your staying at the back says your Semblance is a support-based one, right?" he didn't guess but figured that it'd drive her nuts. "Or maybe you don't wanna get your pretty outfit dirty."

It worked, "Bastard, knowing that won't help you any!" she pulled out a pair of gun-blades, dual sickles with gun handles. Akiyama was quick to dash backwards, spin around her strike, and hop up when she aimed at his ankles. Mercury didn't hold back his anger and used it to charge through the pain at the bearded man, but once again didn't consider how skilled Akiyama was.

"Urya!" the more skilled fighter exclaimed upon bringing his foot over his head and practically cutting the air with his heel diagonally. He smashed Mercury's face once again and slammed his foot into the girl's gut to bring the two back on the ground. And just like that, he calmly lit his cigarette without so much as a care.

"Akiyama," his partner said as she approached him from behind.

Pulling out his cancer stick, the man let out a cloud of smoke with half a smile, "Oh, I got tingles... Come on, say my name again."

"Are you always this insufferable?" asked a woman in a purely white military pantsuit with coattails, a saber on her hip, and her elegant white hair done in a stylish bun with a long bang framing a side of her pale and aristocratic face. All in all, she had enough beauty like that to make her alluring, but her body would drive lesser men nuts. Even her attitude which she carried with her firm posture and both hands clasped at her back showed she was all business and no fun.

Just the kind of woman Akiyama seemed to like, "Am I winning you over?" he asked casually before looking at the downed teens, "Anyway, here's your duo of assassins."

"Are you sure?" the woman asked.

"Positively so." Akiyama answered, "Boy's too much like his father."

"Asshole..." Mercury grunted, erecting an angry finger at the man.

"Keep an eye on the girl, her Semblance-" Akiyama started before his eyes widened, "Winter!"

"What!?" the woman yelped before blushing up a storm. Akiyama carried her bridal style in a split second after dashing faster than lightning. She didn't even notice what happened until he landed on a dumpster, "W-what are you do-" her question ended when seeing sharp crystal spears where she and Akiyama once stood. "They've got help."

"Wait..." Akiyama turned to where the two teens were, finding them gone and only a few droplets of Mercury's blood on the floor. "Well, ain't that a kick in the dick?"

"I'd prefer a much less vulgar wording, but it is." Winter replied with a heavy sigh, then was hit by realization like a truck. "Put me down now, Akiyama."

"Oh, but I thought we grew closer." He would never change, although the saber at his neck made him comply, "Alright, I get it, I see I'm not as comfy as one of your fancy chairs."

Meanwhile, at Beacon's immaculately clean principal's office, Kiryu and Majima met with the man behind the Academy and many changes in their lives. Kiryu stepped through the doors with a polite and composed bow of the head. Majima just strolled in like he owned the place, picking one ear with his pinky and no care in the world.

"Kiryu, Majima, it is good to see you." Ozpin said and offered them two cups, each placed in front of each seat opposite his own at the other side of his desk, "Please, take a seat."

"Thank you, principal." Kiryu replied as the two men sat down.

"Man, you always get this sock juice instead of a good drink..." Majima complained.

"I put some rum in yours, Majima." Ozpin replied with a smile, making the madman return the expression.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Majima took a sip of his coffee calmly.

Kiryu held his mug in his hand and stared at the gray-haired man, "Sir, regarding our visit..."

"I know." Ozpin replied, "Beacon's not been kind to you, Kiryu." He looked at his office with some melancholy, "Everything that happened when we met, the fights and losses... I cannot blame you for wanting to put this place behind you." He stood up and smiled at a portrait of a woman with a light brown bob of hair and a flower tattooed on her chest, "Yumi...was a great teacher, and I heard Haruka's doing great as-"

"Please." Kiryu asked politely and Ozpin sighed.

"Sorry, I...I miss them, too." The principal took a deep breath and exhaled softly, "If only my hands hadn't been tied as the figure I need to be, I could have aided you."

"It's fine, at least you did your best to chase down Jingu and his plot." Kiryu replied with a bitter look on his face at the mention of that name.

"Kiryu-chan, I ain't one for nostalgic shit, so let's get to business." Majima said rudely but knowing that the man he tried to kill on a daily basis needed a break. After all, if he was going to end Kiryu, it was going to be facing the man in his prime and souring his day all by himself.

"True." Ozpin cancelled the trip to the past and gathered his thoughts quickly, "I saw her, joining a team."

"So she is here..." Kiryu said and gave a relieved smile, "I'm glad."

"Wait a fuckin' sec, that it!?" Majima exclaimed as he leapt off his seat, "All we did was to see she was fine!? Yer breakin' my balls for that little info!?"

"Yes." Kiryu said, leaning forward as he clasped his mug with both hands, "Because I can rest easy now...and stop the White Fang without concerns."

Realization hit Majima, and then a maniacal smirk crossed his face, "Oh, I see... Once the dragon's treasure is safe, he's all raring to hunt down those after it."

"Good analogy, Majima." Ozpin replied, "We shall watch over Blake here, but I assume you would like to see her."

"At least as soon as we get the White Fang to lay low." Kiryu replied, "They've been searching for her, too. So-"

"I'll call if there's an emergency." Ozpin replied, then looked pensive, "I must say, I never thought I'd be so happy to be reliant on crime families."

"What can I say, we're hot." Majima smirked ferally, then chuckled madly, "Kyehehehe... I can't wait to see that Adam fuckwit. Fightin' that Sienna-chan should be fun, too."

Kiryu realized his mistake too late, "Sometimes he never changes." he sighed at the realization that Majima wanted in as much action as him. It was good for him, but part of him felt bad for whatever member of the White Fang could be in his path... Well, almost.

Ozpin set down his coffee mug and hummed, "Actually, we've been a teacher short for the time being." He started as he looked at Kiryu, Majima doing the same with his eye wide in surprise.

"Wait, what!?"

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And that's my rap!

Big thanks to The Lord Of Pages for helping me with the intro and middle of the fight between Mercury and Akiyama. And, as Yahtzee said regarding Akiyama... I wanna take him home and mount him to my kitchen wall so my kids will have an appropriate role model to look over their Honey Nuts Cheerios every morning! Also, yes, there will be some Yakuza characters here besides Kiryu and Majima.

Don't diss Akiyama, if he can deal with some of the monsters in the Yakuza world, someone like Mercury and Emerald would be easy-peasy for him. He's not punched out tigers, but he has fought the Amon clan on two occasions and that is no small feat. Remember, the Amon clan tries to kill Kiryu at least once a year, and while Jo is the top dog, his pupils are not to be trifled with.

Regarding his Semblance, it's exactly that: pissing everyone off. It's a double-edged sword. It can make skilled killers sloppy, but against someone like Kiryu it'll just make them hit harder. Also, don't tell me he'd not used it to try to get Winter riled up. You know he would, especially since she's trying to keep him grabbed by the balls for aiding the crime families, thus seeing him as criminal scum.

As for Ozpin's talk with Kiryu, yes, Yumi was a huntress and teacher at Beacon until the shit hit the fan in Yakuza fashion. I don't want to dwell to much on the Yakuza backstory since we know these characters and want to see them kick some ass here in the RWBY-verse. Once again, part of the reason I keep these chapters short, to not overdo things and think them through.

Swordslinger out!