Ok hoping to update every two weeks-ish with this story. Lost my editor so sorry if this is a bit rough till I can find a replacement or a beta reader. Also, I changed the intro as it seemed bland. Suppose that's what you get when you're on the end of your 4 AM coffee-fueled weighting binges.

Boredom, it kills. At least in Neo's case when she got bored people got killed. With orders from that bitch Cinder to not commit any crimes until they finished whatever stupid thing they were doing she found herself very bored. Stirring her spoon around in her alcoholic ice cream float she had to wonder if it was a bit of her fault that she didn't know when she could get back to her usual fun. It had just been too boring to listen after she knew she couldn't kill Cinder when their grand plan was being revealed. Ah well, she'd find something interesting to do.

That had her at Hei's club for the last couple of days. It was a nice enough place she supposed, it had ice cream at least. Albeit not great flavors. She'd asked/threatened Hei for more but that had only resulted in vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. It was ok for the time being she internally grumbled.

Technically she was working here as a favor for Roman who owed a favor to Hei at the loss of most of his men in a botched robbery. Apparently, the twins, who usually kept Hei above ground, were out of town visiting their mother. Something about training for some bitch.

"You know, you're really mature for your age sweetheart."

Oh yeah, she'd almost forgotten. This was some guy she was gonna get to stab today. It was a great idea she'd come up with last week.

"The way you just listen shows that." the pasty-faced man continued.

He was a pedophile. Neo had little idea what that was but they all seemed to like to talk to her. She'd asked Roman what a pedophile was once after he'd beaten one for talking to her. After all, the only thing he'd done was offer her ice cream if she'd get in his van and that was a pretty great deal in her eyes. Roman had told her it was someone that wanted sex. She had absolutely no idea what sex was and she was pretty sure she didn't have any of that on her. A bit of metaphorical and literal poking of Roman lead him to tell her that it involved kids.

Armed with that knowledge she had gone to an elementary school and started handing out pamphlets that asked the question what was sex and how could she trade it for ice cream. It seemed she didn't pick a practically good school though cause not a single kid knew what sex was or how it could be leveraged for her favorite treat. Adding more evidence to the schools being trash was some teacher being horrified and screaming at her to leave while promising to call the local high school to report her. Joke was on her though, Neo was 23.

With that, she'd been pretty happy with her decision to never go to school if that was how they taught. That was all besides the point though because she'd learned that something awesome about pedophiles that totally made her quest to trade sex for ice cream irrelevant; you could stab pedophiles and people barely cared.

So that had been just swell for her. All she had to do was hang around dingy bars till someone started talking to her about "adult things". She knew all things adult by virtue of being one so she never really listened to what they said, but that never stopped them. Another reason why Neo thought they pedophiles were awesome. It was so hard to talk to people too stupid to learn the correct language of signing. Probably because of shitty schools she mussed.

"We can go back to my place and I can teach you some more mature things." the man offered.

Neo smiled and gave the man a thumbs up. This was the good part as she could stab the absolute fuck out of this guy in the back alley. Goodbye boredom she thought happily.

Turning to slam the rest of her drink and grab her weapon the unexpected sound of flesh on flesh followed by a crashing sound made her whip around to where her new stabbing pinata had been.

Instead of a pasty man with a shitty mustache in the seat beside her, a new figure was now in his seat. A man covered in a leather coat with a dirty mop of blonde hair and aviator shades that complimented his face now resided beside her. Looking down she saw the pedophile laid out unconscious on the floor with a broken jaw.

Fuck, she hated it when this happened. Once in a while, a "do-gooder" would get in the way to "save her". Of all the times for this to happen, it just had to have been today she seethed. First, she woke up hungover as fuck, then she learned that her traitorous past self had drunkenly eaten all the ice cream in the house the night before, then she'd stubbed her toe coming in, and to top it off SHE WAS STILL FUCKING BORED!

Her finger hovered over the switch in her parasail to unleash her blade; if this guy thought he was going to be some big fucking hero and take her fun away she would just have to use him as her new source of fun. The stabbing variety.

Just then the shitty techno the club pumped switched over to a new song. It was the kind of cheesy song from the 80s that one found in even cheesier action movies. Specifically the song of the best part of Neo's favorite Spruce Willis movie. Staying her hand from cutting the man's throat out she'd be damned if this white-knight wanna-be would ruin one of few good songs in this club. But once it was over she was stabbing him. For the moment she settled on glaring at him.

"Nice seat" he responded nonchalantly without facing her.

She raised an eyebrow. No lecture about child predators? He wasn't going to talk about how he'd just "saved" her? Not even a little jab about how a girl her apparent age being in a bar?

"Yeah." he said continuing to ignore her "Nice seat."

Neo was now confused. Did he really just lay out a guy for a seat? Ok, maybe he was just a huge asshole at a bar. In her book that beat a do-gooder any day. Still prime stabbing material though.

"Whiskey!" he yelled at the bartender.

Looking over at the bartender Neo was a bit curious why he was just standing there. This bar was not cool enough to just let you attack people as she had learned. Why wasn't he calling the bouncer over? Then the panicked bartender's look for help directed at her reminded her it was her job to bounce. She shrugged in response to that plea. She wasn't going to waste the only non-shitty song this club had ever played on an asshole she was gonna stab in a minute anyway.

"Hey, asshole." The blonde yelled in frustration. "Whiskey?"

Instead of the bartender the imposing figure of Hei Xilong stepped out of his office and went down to the bar. The blonde saw the wall of a man come closer and instead of any kind of acknowledgment he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up instead. Hei stepped in front of the man and growled. "No smoking in here." the owner stated in an intimidating manner.

Neo smirked at the new development. She'd seen Hei beat down a few overconfident young men in his own bar. Idiots like this guy who thought they were just soooooo tough. It'd be fun to watch Hei show this punk how things really operated in the underworld. A cool outfit with a good right hook didn't mean shit in front of one of the biggest mob bosses in this city.

She watched as the man snubbed the cig out. She had expected him to say something smart or blow smoke into the crime boss's face, but instead, he did something that finally killed that boredom when he put it out in his palm. That itself would have been just some dumb macho display to the two hardened criminals, but the aura that crackled in across his hand really got Neo going. The blood on his hands that she noticed also didn't do anything to quench her excitement.

This could be the real deal; a huntsman.

Finally excited Neo shook her empty mug for a refill. This was a real showdown as she saw Hei ever so stealthy reach for a sawn-off hidden under the bar. The stranger didn't move, he only stared down Hei with intensity hidden behind his shades. Her now full drink meet her lips as she watched in rapt attention as the show continued with Hei finally gripping the handle of his hidden gun.

A door to the back crashed in, causing all except the stranger to look over and see one of Hei's men with a look of absolute horror on his face. "Boss it's a massacre! At least two dozen men are dead outback! All torn to shreds with enough firepower to level the block!"

"Those are mine." the stranger calmly spoke as blood started to drip from his hands.

Hei's hand flew off his gun like it was a hot iron before doing a 180 and looking through his bottles of alcohol. "Whiskey was it?" he asked in his best service industry voice. "Any preference? We have-"

"Strongest you got"

At this point, Neo was practically bouncing on her seat as she sipped down her drink. This was the most interesting thing to happen this month. Happiness redacted from her at the knowledge that she was gonna have a proper fight today. With someone so mysterious too. She had no idea if she'd have to retreat or get to carve his throat out.

Hei returned with a bottle of his strongest whiskey and swiftly poured a shot before leaving the bottle. With the amount of sweat that was coming off him Neo would have busted out laughing if she could; The big crime lord made a bitch in his own club. Sure she was his protection, but she had decided that she was on break. Besides, she was definitely fighting this guy now. Maybe even before Hei got himself killed.

Composing himself Hei watched his men take defensive positions and ready weapons if the terrifying man decided to make a move. "You got a name stranger?" the boss asked.

They watched in silence as the blonde practically backhanded the shot onto the floor before grabbing the bottle. "I'm Billy." he finally replied.

Bottle in hand Billy leaned back and chugged the bottle like it was water.

"Got a last name." Hei prodded.

Neo couldn't keep from eye-rolling. Hei was the best information dealer in the city. One full name and he'd have everybody that had ever smiled at Billy floating in the harbor by morning. What a bullshit out to repair his wounded pride she thought. She couldn't help but like Billy's style and mysterious nature, it'd be a shame to see it all broken as he begged on the ground for Hei not to kill his family.

The glass of the bottle finally landed back onto the bar with half its contents gone as the cheesy 80's music swelled to its high point. "Badass" he shot with a dangerous smile. " Middle name's motherfuckin"

Hei started really sweating now that the man saw through him. The rest of his men started to look nervously towards the exit. Hell, Neo even tipped her glass to him for the nice turn about.

Which may have been a mistake, she realized as he turned to look at her with those piercing glasses staring into her soul. Not expecting the attention she dropped her drink onto the floor and went for her weapon preparing for a fight.

Instead of violence, he smiled. "Short." his hand went for the zipper of his closed leather jacket. "Sweet". He pulled it down. "Rolls off the tongue." The zipper reached the bottom of the jacket to reveal no shirt underneath but instead a toned chest. "And the ladies love it." he finished with a wink.

Oh yes, they do. The lady likes very much. An unknown voice screeched inside Neo's head. Before she could even handle whatever the hell that was she suddenly felt like she was on fire. While somewhere a voice was screaming at her to stab him in the face she inexplicably turned away to avoid his gaze. Why she suddenly found the bar so interesting to look at or why the voice of violence had lost for the first time were internal mysteries that she really couldn't handle at the moment.

It was now Hei's turn to eye-roll at the absolute bullshit going on before him.

Chill the hell out, she internally screamed, we need to kill this guy. Whatever was going on she did not like it, and she killed things she didn't like dammit.

Mustering her fury she stood up and raised her weapon. She was Neopolite, the horror of the underworld, a legend of death in this dirty city, the screams of her victims haunted the very souls of all who heard them, and she'd be damned if she wouldn't kill this man for making her feel weird.

She looked at her opponent in a rage, expecting a fighting stance or some terrible semblance. She was definitely not prepared for her opponent to be nude from the waist up; lean muscle covering his body and the coat on the ground. The only thing he had on above with a DIY tourniquet around his right bicep which was meant for a nasty gunshot wound below it. It wasn't bleeding much thanks to it, but blood slowly pooled down to his hand.

Good, he's wounded; I can take him easier. He needs to die right now, she fumed. Neo was trying her hardest to keep eye contact with him as anywhere else she looked made her heat up and her knees weaken. This had to be some kind of semblance, she raged.

He finally stood up with the bottle in hand. He was casual and had that stupid smile still on his face that was pissing her off so damn much. Knees or no, she'd cut this bastard down. It didn't matter that he'd killed two dozen people at once. It didn't even matter that she was fighting a grin that on reflection was bore from nervousness and embarrassment; held down with fury. No one made her this mad and lived.

Neo was ready for anything, especially him using the bottle as a weapon. She learned that was a lie though as he looked up and poured the alcohol all over himself. Neo couldn't help but watch as amber drops flowed off his body, pulling her eyes to places she was really trying to avoid.

His now wet hair in his eyes she knew it was her chance to strike; If only her legs worked. Her breath was heavy as any fight she'd ever been and she hadn't even started. Just what the hell kind of semblance did he have.

Pushing her all she took a step forward, then another. The spell was breaking as she felt her muscles return and her rage rally her through his power.

Then he made his move. At this moment she had no doubt that they were locked in a life or death struggle and that he'd just made another calculated movie as he whipped his hair back. The amber alcohol was under his control as it pushed his hair back into a position that blew away the messy mop he'd started with. His muscled hand ran through it making his biceps flex in a way that was currently cementing Neo to the ground. All of those were jabs to the uppercut that was his piercing blue eyes that had been revealed as his shades flew away.

If he'd looked into her soul before, he was currently shredding it to pieces and examining every inch of it with a microscope. She relized she wasn't going anywhere on her legs now as they shook like the terrified victims she'd made in the past. The heavy pants had turned to full-on heaves as she couldn't take on enough oxygen. The worst of it, somehow, was the fact that she was on fire. Neo knew she had lost as she dropped her weapon to fan her face.

The last vestiges of her rage screamed out against whatever the fuck was invading her with one last desperate move to get her back into this savage fight. If he wanted to use such a horrible semblance on her she'd respond in kind. Neo prepared to unleash an illusion of a rampaging grimm to give herself some, literal, breathing room.

He was not a man of mercy she learned as he struck again. From his pocket, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and flicked them open. His wounded arm grabbed a smoke, the tourniquet bulging veins on his arm and Neo's brain. As she watched his lips grip the stick of tobacco with the slightest showing of his tongue that the semblance affected part of her wanted to see more of. With his bloody arm at peak flex, the sound of the slug embedded inside falling out onto the floor was overtaken by the sound of Neo's knees hitting the floor.

Meanwhile, Hei was looking around at his men with a look that asked are we all seeing this. In response, he got the same look. A minute ago he was pretty sure someone would be cleaning up blood, probably his. Now he was thinking that he'd be cleaning different types of human fluids. Why Roman's pet psycho was currently rubbing her legs together while fanning herself and heaving over an averagely athletic, albeit terrifying, guy was well beyond his understanding. Also what the hell was he going to do? It wasn't like anybody could stop the insane killing machines from fucking in front of everybody. He was sure any attempt would lead to a painful death. Throwing his hands up he decided the only thing he could do was pour a strong drink to preserve his sanity.

Similarly, Neo definitely could have gone for a stiff one too. Desperately she was trying to fight off the horror she was feeling being at the blonde's mercy. Fighting was a distant memory as the alien feeling of fear mixed with his terrible semblance. Never in her life had she been so scared.

What was this horrible man going to do she wondered? Would he strangle her? Maybe break his bottle open and slash her throat? She didn't even know if she could bring her Aura up to defend herself; it seemed his semblance had turned her into a puppet with its strings cuts.

The part of her that screamed to fight to the end begged her to close her eyes if just to cut him out. She'd die, but maybe she could get to her feet again. That would have required him to show mercy, and at that moment she knew he was a bigger monster than her. Instead of shutting her eyes, they grew to the size of saucers with his next move.

He winked with the energy pure evil and she gulped. Finally going for the kill he started to walk towards her. If Hei had been sweating profusely in fear of his life a minute ago she was absolutely drenched at this point. Then his hand moved to destroy her.

….By grabbing his zipper.

Click

Hei tossed his newly made drink off the bar and started chugging gin like his sanity depended on it as Neo, the most terrifying creature he'd ever had the displeasure of seeing work, fainted and slumped to the floor. At any moment he was sure he'd wake up from this insane nightmare. Instead of finding himself in his bed, he watched the man turn to face him.

"What do you want." The crime boss asked trying his best to not sound desperate.

A confused look graced the stranger for a second before he answered. "A roof over my head."

That was it? Hei would have surrendered the who damn club at this point.

"Some work would be nice too." the blonde continued in an absent-minded tone.

"Done!" he shouted "Welcome aboard, we have a room you can have.". Hei had never been religious, but at this moment he was thanking every higher power he could think of. He'd never thought he'd see a miracle in his life, but here it was.

"Police!"

Two officers kicked in the club's doors as six more piled in with guns drawn. All the gangsters threw down their weapons and got on the ground at the sudden arrival of the police. That just left the stranger standing with all weapons pointed at him. For a moment it was tense as the blonde seemed to not give the police a thought.

"Jaune?" one of the officers asked.

With a big smile, the man lit up his smoke before taking a drag. "That's my name. Don't wear it out."

Just gotta have confidence Jaune, girls love it. But, no. Jaune has not gone full badass in the matter of a chapter. Another angle is in play here that I'll show next update. As for Neo I frequently see her portrayed as worldly and experienced in some social context, but I always saw her as purely focused on killing and ice cream with very little social interactions outside of Roman. This story is gonna be serious at times but blend some pretty out-there humor. Once again thanks for all the support everybody and feel free to leave any feedback.