Yo Peeps, back again and ready for some more writing... I think. Anyways, though you'd like to know that I am working on a series of requested oneshots for any who want to go an request a pairings. The fic is called Ship Shape and is labeled complete because it can be complete no matter how many chapters it has. All the oneshots are standalone and request details are contained within.

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY.

Two rounds of highly explosive ammunition screamed forward, soaring past one another and at the mirrored forms of the men who fired them. The first Roman batted it aside, his expertise with his own weapon allowing him to safely redirect it. The ex-con who faced him didn't even have to move as an umbrella expanded and blocked the shot. The first Roman growled. "So you turned traitor, did you? I guess I'll take you out, then."

Roman 2 laughed. "You, take us out? What makes you think you have the advantage?"

"You are soft." The other snarled. "I heard what you said and I know you lack the brutality of a true criminal." He smirked. "But let's not get too hasty, shall we. I still like to play with my food."

The ex-con deadpanned. "Really?"

"What?"

"Cracking a food joke around Neo?" He tutted. "For shame. That was poorly timed." He choked up his hold on Melodic Cudgel and grinned. "Now, down to business."

The indigenous Roman lifted his cane and nodded. "Let's." Then, he screamed.

Piercing through his dominant arm was the blade of Neo's weapon, impaled through the limb an sticking out, covered in blood. She had used the new Roman as a distraction, knowing both had the tendency to go into monologues or banter with their enemy. It showed with how easily she snuck up and got the one she had known for most of her life.

"Oohhh," Said the ex-con, wincing. "Ow. Sorry, that's got to hurt. You know what they say." His smile turned dark. "Karma's a bitch."

The criminal held onto his weapon, surprisingly, before turning and punching Neo back with his uninjured arm. Hissing, he pulled the blade from his arm and tossed it aside. "I guess you weren't told everything, were you?"

"I wasn't told what?"

The darker Roman laughed uproariously. "Amazing. Tyson sent you in without any clue of what might go wrong." He smirked. "Tell me, do you know your semblance?"

The ex-con nodded. "Of course."

"Mine is different." He said, gaining a shocked look from his double. He clenched his fist and grunted as steam appeared around his wound and closed it. "I can heal most injuries at the cost of some of my aura."

Roman 2 shrugged. "Just as well, my semblance should work fine then." He stepped forward, bring his cane up in a vertical strike at his counterpart's chest.

The original parried the strike before sweeping his cane at the second's feet, who jumped over the strike. When he landed, he threw a fist forward, dropping his cane's grip to grasp the end of it instead. As expected, the original blocked his fist, but didn't see the cane coming. The handle slammed down on the original Roman's thigh, breaking it with a loud crunch. At the same time, a familiar blade erupted through his gut, Neo smiling madly behind him. More loud crunching was heard as the bones in the leg reset and healed. The indigenous copy lifted his leg and kicked off his counterpart, crushing Neo underneath his back as he fell atop her. He rolled aside, once more pulling the blade out, this time, stabbing it handle deep into the ground. "You two seem to work well with one another." He screamed again as his leg gave out, bones cracking and crunching again. "What the hell?!"

Lighting a cigarette, the second Roman explained. "My own semblance. Any injury I inflict, I can make permanent. The problem is that I can't reverse the process." He said, thinking of what he did to Cinder. "You can keep healing the leg, but it will eventually break again and again."

The original Roman grunted, switching Melodic Cudgel to his left hand, using it to support himself as a crutch. He stood, shakily, and grinned. "I'll kill you then. Perhaps the curse may fade."

The second Roman struck at his copy, aiming for the other leg, only to have it blocked. He turned and snapped a kick, but the other leaned back on one leg and used his weapon as a kick stand to stay up.

The original straightened an hopped forward, lashing out with a barrage of strikes, which his counterpart struggled to fend off. It seemed that the state of his leg had him desperate. Roman 1 held up his cane, handle facing the other Roman. The end shot forward, only for his opponent to catch it and toss it aside. The second Roman laughed. "Was that supposed to surprise me? You have to remember, our weapons are the same."

The original grinned and flicked his wrist, sending the extended handle whipping towards his counterpart, smacking him across the face. "I'm not unaware of such things." He turned to see Neo start rising and frowned. "Can't have you getting up again." That said, he batted his cane against her midsection, sending the girl flying and slamming into a book case, a shoulder snapping as it hit the corner of the structure. "I'll deal with you later." He said, a lecherous grin on his face.

The ex-con stood, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Let's finish this, eh?" He got a nod from the injured Roman.

Two canes crossed many times, feints and counters all met with the sister weapons colliding between their masters. Neither side gave up, the desperate will of an injured criminal fighting to end the cool and methodical strikes of a determined ex-con. The struggle ensued as one would duck and sweep at the other, only for the other to hop over the swing. As would be expected of two versions of the same man.

And then came a surprise. "You say that our weapons are the same," stated the injured Roman. "But I beg to differ." Blocking one of his copy's strikes, he held his foe's cane at bay, while quickly reaching for the handle of his own. A click sound as the handle split, pulling away as a blade unfolded, joints clicking into place as a small dagger made itself visible. "Surprise!" Called the original, stabbing the former criminal in the chest.

With a cough, blood landed on his lips as his eyes widened. In a final surge of energy, he twisted his grip on his weapon, the barrel laying against his foe's head, levered upon the cane that had meant to block it's travel. "Then I'll take you with me." He pulled the trigger and a mass of flesh a brain matter splattered on the ground behind the original, his corpse falling without a head on its shoulders.

Roman fell to his knees before staggering and falling back, crashing heavily on a bookcase. "Damn." He hissed, struggling to sit up. "I guess this is it." He looked at his wound, a jagged hole in his coat. "That doesn't look all too good." He said, frowning before he allowed a smile. "Well, at least I know I did something worth it."

His gaze travelled over to Neo, also slumped against a bookcase. Her eyes watching him, a silent approving look in the mismatched orbs. She smiled at him before wincing and gave him a thumbs up. 'Good job!' He'd imagined she'd say if she could.

With that thought he leaned his head back. "A good job indeed." Glancing out the window towards the afternoon city, he trained his gaze on the sky. "I hope the other me was right, Cinder. Little Red may appreciate the help."

Green eyes grew bleary as his vision slowly worsened. He tried to refocus his sight, but it wouldn't obey, too little energy to continue. As his eyes closed, a bright light lit up his blurred sight. He laughed. "At least there's hope... Yet.. For m-."

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The second Team RWBY was running through the halls of Beacon, keeping watch for any White Fang members who might stop them. They had expended some of their ammo an dust, so Ruby had thought it prudent to check and see if the original Team RWBY had any ammo stashed in their dorm. They ascended another set of stairs and finally reached their hall, when they noticed something... There were twice as many doors.

Blake frowned. "This is rather different." She furrowed her brow as she contemplated the situation. "Is there anyway to denote which room belongs to whom?"

Emerald, having walked over to one of the doors, nodded. "They have names." She checked the plaque. "This one is yours and Yang's."

Yang whooped and ran inside. "Best see what other me did with the place!"

The heiress hummed a bit in thought. "It occurs to me. Ruby, Blake, and I should be checking Ruby's and my room."

"Why?" Asked Ruby. "I get why you and I would, but Blake?"

Emerald bopped her on the head gently. "The one's in this world together. All three probably share a room."

Silver eyes widened and the short-haired girl nodded. "That makes sense." She grabbed Blake and started dragging her along. "Let's go and look."

Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Emerald stepped inside the room, surprised by the startling difference. It wasn't so cramped as their own room, sans Emerald, since she didn't actually live with RWBY. Another thing they saw was that one bed was rather bare, no pillow or comforter, just the sheets, while the other sported a more used look. It was made, but there were two pillows atop the sheets and the other comforter was folded at the foot of the bed.

Weiss looked at the floor and pinched her brow. "Of course there'd be rounds on the floor, Ruby."

The team leader pouted. "At least I try to make sure my weapon stays perfect and runs smoothly."

Blake merely shrugged. "Either way, it's not the most clean room, but I suppose ours has looked worse."

Emerald whispered in her ear. "You bunk with Yang. Of course it looks better here."

The cat faunus laughed lightly. "That's true enough."

Weiss glanced at them as she pulled out a trunk from under the bed, her symbol on it. "What is?"

Emerald snickered. "That Yang is a slob."

The youngest of them was replacing the rounds in her clips, but heard and nodded in agreement. "Tell me something I don't know."

A voice at the door surprise them. "Making fun of me, eh?" Yang snarked as she stepped in, Cinder behind her. "That's not nice."

Blake rolled her eyes. "You'll get over it, Yang."

The blonde agreed. "True, but you don't need to beat my ego until it's Blake and blue."

Weiss hugged in annoyance. "Really, Xiao Long? Now?"

"No need to give the cold shoulder, Ice Queen." She replied.

Emerald cut in, speaking to Cinder. "Maybe you should Cinder to the brig for all these puns."

Everyone stopped and looked at the green haired girl before Yang whooped and gave her a high five. "Puns for the win!"

Just as they were about to berate the blonde, a yell came from Cinder, the woman collapsing. Yang turned serious and rushed over, concern in her lilac eyes. "Are you okay, Cinder?"

The woman in question nodded, rubbing her wrists. "Yeah, but my wrists stung really bad for a second." She rotated them, eyes widening as no pain came. Golden eyes stared at her wrists as she did it again. "No..."

Blake frowned. "What's wrong?"

"My wrists are healed." She said, tears coming to her eyes.

Ruby again looked confused. "Isn't that good?"

The older woman shook her head. "No. Ronan's semblance is why they never healed all the way. They're supposed to last as long as he lives, so... He's..."

The others looked down and mourned the fallen ex-con. Ruby muttering a prayer for his soul before her eyes gleamed in determination. "We don't have time to sit here and grieve. We need to finish this all up! For Roman!"

Everyone nodded and echoed her call. "For Roman!"

End...

Well, that did occur. So, Roman... Yeah. If you guys liked him, I apologize that that happened to him, but the plot must move on. I believe the chapter marks the halfway point I had planned, meaning BCB2 is half way there and you better believe it's living on a prayer. See y'all later. Adieu for now!