This one is a bit of a "What would happen if they fought" fanfic. Hope you enjoy.

Darkness and Light, Into the Chaos.

Neo paced the length of the floor. She and Roman had gotten a decent sized house. It was out-of-the-way with a full kitchen that she could cook in without being too cramped if Roman decided to come check on her. It had two bathrooms, which struck Neo as odd since there was only one bedroom. The bedroom issue hadn't been too hard to sort out since the pair was used to sharing a room, having needed to before Roman's takeover and just not being able to sleep without each other after.

On to Neo's problem, an ongoing issue for the past few weeks. Roman had been staying out later and later. When he did get home, he was close to passing out.

Speak of the devil, he just stumbled in. Neo was at his side instantly, supporting his weight. "H-hey Neo. What are you still doing up?"

"Waiting for you to come home. You've been staying out late and I worry." Neo replied, helping him to the couch. "Where are you always at? Some strip club?"

"Oh come on. You know me better than that!" Roman replied indignantly. "Besides, where I was is my business. It's nothing you need to concern yourself over." Neo's hands started waving frantically. "Hey! We talked about that kinda language." the former crime lord snapped. Neo glared at her friend before making some more gestures. "I'm telling you it's nothing to worry about. I have things under control."

"Like you had things under control on the airship?" Neo retaliated.

"That's not fair. Everything was going fine until Red showed up." Roman argued back.

"Well if you're so sure it's nothing then there shouldn't be a problem telling me about it! What the fuck is going on, Roman?" Neo demanded.

"Nothing I have to share with you! You don't have to know everything about my life, Neo." Roman snapped. Neo clenched her fists before storming into their room and slamming the door, shaking the whole house. "Guess that means I'm sleeping out here tonight."

...

Roman considered his options. It had been a week since he and Neo had had their fight, and she refused to talk to him. On the one hand, Roman knew this couldn't go on. Neo was getting more and more distant and that scared him more than he would admit. On the other, if he told her what was wrong then she'd drive herself mad with worry. Roman sighed, turning his head toward the bedroom door. He stood and made his way over.

Knocking, he opened the door. "Neo, can we talk?" he asked. Not hearing any response, and not being surprised since it was Neo, he opened the door and entered. What he saw froze him. The window was open, the yellow curtains Neo had insisted on getting swaying in the wind. On the pillow, he saw a small note he picked up and read.

Roman,

I'm sorry, but if you can't trust me with your problems, I can't be here anymore. All I ask is that you don't look for me.

Neo.

Roman was out the door and down the street before the note hit the floor.

...

Neo sat at the dock, looking over the flight roster. I can't go to Vale, Atlas is out for sure. I guess it's a debate between Menagerie and Mistral. She sighed, trying her best to ignore the feeling she was making a huge mistake. Her instincts told her to turn around and go home. If Roman didn't think she needed to know what was going on, she should respect that, right?

"Neo!" came the familiar cry. The girl looked around frantically before feeling something press against her. She was greeted by the familiar white of Roman's coat. "Please, don't leave." he gasped.

Neo pulled back enough for Roman to see her hands as they began moving. "Actually, I just realized how childish this was and was about to head home." she admitted. Roman laughed as he let one of his arms rest at his side before moving to Neo's side.

"Come on, let's go home. You and I have some things to talk about."

…...

Neo sat across from Roman at the dinner table. "Neo, you remember that black dust from when you dug me out, right?" The crime lord asked. Neo nodded. "That was one of the Griffons. It ate me in one bite, which is probably the only reason I'm alive. But it wasn't without consequences." Neo leaned in as Roman continued. "I'm really sick, Neo. The doctors said they can help treat it, but my circumstances are somewhat unique."

"And by that you mean almost unprecedented." Neo replied. Roman nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it would drive you up the walls with worry and I didn't want that." Roman replied sheepishly. "Not my best idea, apparently. My one real friend almost walked out of my life." Despite the situation, Neo giggled. "Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Laugh at the sick guy who made a dumb move." Neo let out a belly laugh and nearly fell out of her seat. "Come on, it wasn't that funny." Roman groaned, only succeeding in causing more laughter.

Things weren't okay. Roman was sick, Neo was of course worried, but the former had to admit something. It felt good to let Neo know what was happening. It felt like a weight had been lifted. Roman sat back and sighed as Neo calmed down and placed a comforting hand on Roman's.

Yeah, things weren't okay, but they would be. So long as they stuck together.

And done. I'm sorry, there's no way getting eaten by a Grimm and living to tell about it wouldn't do SOMETHING. Tell me what you think, let me know if my fear of these two getting OOC is founded or not, and leave some freaking ideas for oneshots. I can bend almost anything into a story so give me something to work with unless you want things to get rushed and shitty. Well, Until next time!