A/N: Before we start I want to thank MegaloMania12345 for giving me some info on Roman's canon backstory. I do know that RWBY: Roman Holiday is a thing but I haven't read it and only know the bare minimum. That being said, while I will ultimately change things (Roman's age already being one of them since in canon he's 30+) I will keep a few things close to the novel despite my ignorance although I will try to read it sooner or later.

Without further ado, enjoy!


Chapter One: World of Heroes


"Excuse me?" With a startled flinch, Roman looked over to where the voice came from. It belonged to an older gentleman, his hair short and graying but well maintained. A polo shirt and jeans complimented his aged look and a face of concern was worn on his features. "Is everything alright? You seem concerned or worried about something."

"Yeah… Yeah I think so. I'm just a little lost."

"Well, what are you looking for? I've lived in Musutafu for a few decades now. Surely I can point you in the right direction." Roman looked back over to the map and scanned it, trying to think of an answer. Finally, he turned back when he decided on what to say.

"Can you give me some general information? Where the best stores are, the residential area? That kind of stuff." The old man's face took on a sense of nostalgia, accompanied by a warm smile.

"Ah, I surely can. I'm not so informed on the history of this fine city but I can indeed give you what you want."

For the next fifteen minutes, Roman spoke with the man about the city and where he was. The information he gained was fairly useful. Locations of shopping mall's and other stores were given, the best hotels in the city and the recommended mode of transport among other more general things.

When the man said the word "Japan" however, Roman for lack of a better word just stopped. He wasn't going to jump to any conclusions, not by any means but he had never heard a place by that name. He didn't want to pry either lest he seem like an ignorant tourist or worse.

He also asked about currency exchange once he learned Lien wasn't used here. Roman didn't have any Lien on him but when asked which currency he wanted to compare, the man said he had never heard of Lien before but didn't press on what it was to Roman's relief.

Instead the man gave prices of general goods, such as food, clothes and other items to get a feel for the currency. "You must be new to Japan aren't you? I'd expect people to do a little research before traveling here." The gentleman's laugh was friendly and hid no mockery in it.

'So much for not getting the Ignorant Tourist look…' Roman thought. 'It could still be worse though.'

"Well, I didn't exactly have time to research. One thing led to another and I sort of ended up here." The man's expression saddened slightly as Roman's words.

"I see. I do hope you will be alright. Nevertheless I was happy to help you. Was there anything else you needed?"

"I think I'm alright now. Thanks for the help, I appreciate it."

"Very well. Once again, I welcome you to this fine city!" The man scrunched his nose up slightly and dug into his pockets. "You should also clean up. There's a store not too far from here that can help you with that. It's a little ways down the street." The man placed a few thousand yen in Roman's hands and pointed in the direction of the store.

Roman mirrored the older man's expression once he remembered he must have looked like a hobo. He promptly placed that on the side burner while he tried to figure out where he was.

"Yeah, you're not wrong. That's very generous of you. Thanks." If this situation was reversed, Roman would sooner laugh in the man's face than give him cash but he wasn't prone to looking a gift horse in the mouth.

"It's no trouble. I may be retired but I have a fine sum to my name. You get yourself cleaned up. Have a nice day." The man then turned around and began to walk away.

"Thanks again." With a small wave, Roman turned towards the shop the man recommended, still using his cane to support his leg. He looked around to see if anyone was looking, before laughing to himself as he looked through the wallet he had procured from the man's back pocket.

It still wasn't too much money, but it was enough for him to do what he needed to do for now. First thing's first: New clothes that weren't completely covered in grime.

After a few minutes of trying his best not to show his limp and doing his best to avoid the stares people were giving him, he made his way into some no name clothes shop with an open front. He picked out a lime green T-shirt and some black jeans.

"Hey is there a restroom around here?"

"There's a noodle place around the corner. There's a public restroom right next to it."

"Thanks. Have a nice day."

"You too sir."

After paying, Roman made his way out of the store and into the restroom. Thankfully it was empty and big enough to suit his purpose. He took off his gloves and coat before splashing water onto his face, clearing it of the dust and dirt. Once that was done, he went into a nearby stall and proceeded to change.

He set the clothes down with a sigh on the toilet lid and got to it. In a minute, he was out of his dirty clothes and into a fresh new set. He already felt a little better but he felt smaller without his signature outfit.

His clothes were neatly folded, or as much as they could be in their disheveled state and placed into the bag he used to carry the clothes he just bought. Finally, he left the stall and after using a wet napkin that he ran under the faucet to wipe his shoes, he took a look in the mirror.

His leg was still killing him and now that his arms were exposed, he could see scrapes and bruises running up and down his skin. It was clear that they had started to heal and they looked fairly subtle in comparison to what he assumed they looked like fresh. He lifted his shirt up and saw the same thing on his torso.

His hair was still fairly messy but with a bit of water and a few minutes of time, he managed to somewhat tame his hair. Although It was far from pristine and he'd need to take a comb to it as soon as he could, it would do for now.

With a nod, Roman left the bathroom, his old clothes in his left hand and Melodic Cudgel in his right. The sight was probably extremely comedic. His cane must have looked incredibly out of place with his new clothes but he couldn't do anything about it.

Finally, after even more limping, Roman made it to the clothes store. He stopped outside and took a look at the sign. The sign itself was in Old Mistralian like most other things here but underneath, he could read "Akira Dry Cleaning" with a small "And Suits" added on beneath.

He pushed the doors open and heard a bell chime sound throughout the store. He heard a voice shout "I'll be right there!" from somewhere in the back of the store.

Roman limped over to the counter and took a look around the store. The place was in decent shape. The walls were a light turquoise which were accented by the white floor and ceiling. There were suits and other clothes hung up all around him.

Most looked like they were hung up for cleaning or were waiting for pick up but a few nearer the front of the store looked like they were for sale. Roman placed his bag on the counter and leaned against it. He began to skim through his thoughts while waiting.

Overall, first impressions of this place weren't all bad. He had a slim sense of nostalgia walking around the city. He still had basically no idea where he was though. Might have been he was in some isolated part of Anima that he had no idea even existed but, whatever the case, he wasn't known here and that was something he could use to his advantage.

Just then, he heard some shuffling in the back of the store, before a young lady popped her head out of a room. Her hair was in between gray and white but her skin was fair, most likely younger than 30 years old. Her eyes were a light green, matching the color of the walls.

She stepped out with a warm smile and walked over to the counter.

"Welcome to Akira Dry Cleaning! Whaddaya need? Would you like a new suit or one of your old ones cleaned? Oh by the way, in case you didn't know we don't just do dry cleaning and- Oh I'm rambling now..." She was fairly chipper and Roman was a little off-put. It didn't help that the young lady was remarkably similar to a certain 'Ice Queen' but the differences were there.

"Hi there... Uhh, I'd like this cleaned if possible." Roman set his bag on the counter and the lady, who he assumed was Akira, energetically yet professionally, sorted through the clothes and laid them on the counter.

"Yikes these have really seen better days… Oh don't worry though, I'll have them cleaned, ironed and fit for wearing in no time flat!" She slightly leaned over the counter with a mischievous glint in her eye. "They'll be the cleanest you've ever seen them! I guarantee it!"

With a nervous chuckle, Roman backed up one step, before fishing for some Yen. "I uh… I'll take your word for it. How much do I owe you?"

"That'll be 2000 Yen please!" Roman quickly handed her the money which Akira sorted through and stashed with great speed. "Alright! I'll have your items ready by the end of today. Come back in a few hours and have a nice day!" With that, she ran off into the back with his things and presumably got to work.

'That was a… An interesting interaction.'

Once all was said and done, Roman turned and made his way out of the building.

'Now where to next?' After a bit of thinking, he decided to make his way to a library. It was time to find out just what the hell was going on.

While Roman knew the name of city he was in now, it still didn't tell him very much. Where was he in correlation to the rest of Anima and Mistral or another one of the Four Kingdoms? What was the situation like in other parts of the world? How was he supposed to get to Vale to find Neo? Why does one man have a goddamn bush for a head?! These were all questions that needed answering.

As he made his way down the street, something extraordinarily unusual happened. He was near some kind of supermarket when one of the ugliest things he had ever seen scrambled into his line of sight. Take a man, replace his body with ooze and slime, mix in some liquid shit and there you go. If that was a Semblance, then it only reinforced his opinion that Semblances were overrated.

Whoever or whatever it was, it was running down the street with a duffle bag spewing cash out. Roman shook his head at the unprofessionalism. Why rob a bank for cash, if you lose all the cash during your escape? There was literally no point.

"Out of my way suckers! This cash is MINE!" His voice was heavily distorted. It was like speaking through a damaged megaphone that was… Well as if it was also covered in liquid shit. What a coincidence.

"Seriously? Another villain? Where are the heroes when you need em?" Roman turned over to a trio who were looking down the street where the liquid shit ran. 'What did he say? "Heroes"? Doesn't he mean Huntsman?'

"There's just no stopping them these days, I guess." Roman then heard something comparable to a balloon inflating but he didn't know where it came from. The sound was incredibly subtle.

"Yes there is. Do you know why?" Roman turned at the sudden deep and intimidating voice, as did everyone else who heard. His face paled and he unconsciously took a step back, his grip on Melodic Cudgel tightening.

The voice belonged to a massive wall of muscle. Roman was fairly tall but, due to the sheer presence of the man, it seemed like this guy towered over him even if in reality, he was only one foot taller. His skin was nicely tanned with pristine, swept back blond hair on his head. Two tufts of hair stuck upwards.

His face was chiseled with a strong jawline and defined cheekbones complemented with bushy eyebrows. His eyes were hard to see for some reason but if one looked closely enough, Roman could see two specks of ocean blue. The man wore a plain white shirt accompanied by beige cargo pants.

"I AM HERE!"

'Who the hell is this guy?! Is he a Huntsman?! Shit... I gotta play it cool. People haven't recognized me yet so far so maybe he won't either!'

With that, the blonde man rushed after the liquid shit from earlier at incredible speeds. If his leg wouldn't have been injured, nothing would have happened but with his leg in it's current state, Roman had to hook his arm around a nearby street light to stay upright from the force of the man's departure.

The people around Roman cheered and rushed in the same direction. He didn't really know or care why they did so but within a minute, the part of the street he was on was devoid of people. A few moments passed and Roman let out a giant sigh of relief, nearly toppling over due to his balance being off.

'God damn that was close. There was no way that wasn't a Huntsman. That confirms it though, people don't know about me here. That's good. That's very good.'

Roman then looked down and saw that there was still some cash around him despite the rush of wind from the Huntsman. Roman looked around and after confirming that no one was nearby, picked up as many Yen bills as he could, before continuing on his way as if nothing happened.


'Library, library, library… Ah. Library, there we go!' After another half an hour of searching, Roman finally managed to find the local library. The building size was modest which complemented the homey and cozy design the place had going.

The doors were pushed open and Roman walked in. Unlike with the dry cleaners, there was no bell chime to signal his entry, though that was to be expected at a library. He gallivanted around the shelves, picking out any books he might need. It was a little surreal for him to be here. He'd never foreseen any situation where he'd need to go to a book store to find very basic information but then again, he'd never foreseen his current situation.

As he browsed, his concern deepened. He was finding many fairly interesting books but he didn't recognize anything at all. In the History section he found no mention of Remnant, The Great War or any other significant time in history. What he did find was what he thought was fiction.

He had to double check the aisle he was in when he found a book titled: "Dresden: The Fire And The Darkness" by someone named Sinclair McKay. 'The hell is Dresden?' He put the book back and moved over to another section.

Once there, Roman soon found what he was looking for. "Discovering Japan: A New Regional Geography". Roman smiled to himself and turned away, after which he proceeded to find a table to sit at but a book caught his eye.

He walked over to it and he was not amused by what he saw. If this was some elaborate prank someone was playing, it wasn't fucking funny. "National Geographic: Concise Atlas Of The World" The cover showed some kind of land mass but there was no way it was Remnant. In a fury, he grabbed the book and stormed off, looking to find a store clerk but he quickly stopped.

He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. 'In. Out. In… And out. In… And out.' With his anger settled but not gone, he grabbed both books and found a seating area near the back of the store. He quickly sat down and dropped both books onto the table.

"Shhh!" Several angry hisses came from around him. Looking around, Roman spotted several people glaring at him. He had the decency to look apologetic before everyone turned away. With a bit of hesitation, Roman opened the book and began to drift through it.

'North America… Europe… Asia…? Africa…? What the hell is going on here? This isn't funny dammit!' The more Roman looked through the book, the paler he got. The more time it took for him to find something familiar, the more sweat gathered on his brow.

Finally, Roman had enough and shut the book. He wasn't going to sit here and take this shit. He looked at the clock and saw that it was nearing 4:00 PM and he still didn't have a place to go. Roman stood up and with a huff, began to trudge out of this sorry excuse for a library despite the fact he hadn't even looked over everything he needed to.

As he neared the exit, he spied a young man and a young woman with scrolls who were asking people questions. The lady ended her conversation and spied Roman approaching. When he was close enough, she called out to him.

"Excuse me sir? May I ask how you enjoyed your time here at the library? We're doing a survey and-"

"Get the fuck out of my way!" He hissed at the lady, who jumped back to get out of his path. His mood was ruined now.

'What kind of library is this? Was this some kind of joke? Do the people that run this shit show think it's funny to put random fiction into the Historical and Geographical sections?' He had shit to do, he didn't have time to go around a book store that doesn't even categorize it's books in a proper manner! He had to find out where he was!

While lost in his thoughts, Roman didn't realize he had walked all the way back to the dry cleaners he had dropped his outfit at. When he realized where he was, Roman huffed before chuckling to himself at his sudden anger. He calmed down and entered the store. Enough time should have passed by now for his outfit to be cleaned.

The familiar bell chime from earlier sounded and the smell of cleaning materials assaulted his senses. He made his way up to the counter which was missing it's owner once more before the woman herself stuck her head out of the back room. To Roman, it looked like her eyes lit up.

She pulled herself back into the room before zooming out with his outfit in pristine condition. Everything was there. His coat, trousers and gloves, even his scarf and undershirt, everything was ironed out and as clean as the day he bought it. That made him fairly happy which was an emotion he hadn't experienced today.

"It's you! It's you, It's you, It's you-hoo! I have your things squeaky clean, just as I said I would!" It was honestly amusing. Akira was so energetic it was almost infectious. She seemed so proud of her work too.

"So they are. Thank you, I appreciate it. Do you have somewhere I can change?"

"Yeah I do! Just over there on the left! Go on, I want to see how your clothes look on you after my handiwork!" With a small grin of anticipation, Roman made his way over to the changing room.

He set his clothes down gently on the bench inside the booth. He quickly got out of his shirt and jeans which he promptly chucked to the side. He pulled on his black undershirt, before getting his trousers on. Finally, he lifted his white coat to admire it before he put it on.

It was absolutely spotless and it lacked any wrinkles. He quietly whistled at the sight. He pulled it over himself and button it up. Each click of the buttons making him giddy. When that was done, he tied his gray scarf around his neck, followed by his black gloves.

He left the booth and made his way over to a nearby mirror and stared at his reflection. He almost whistled in appreciation. He had to admit, Akira did good work. It wasn't often you found someone competent. He was brought out of his musing by an actual whistle this time.

He looked over and saw Akira staring at him. Not hungrily or lustfully but more akin to someone who was admiring their work. "You have a fine sense of fashion. Not many could pull of the look you're going for but you make it look good!"

Roman grinned and looked back at his reflection. His eyes wandered to the top of his head and his grin set into a small frown. There was one thing missing. "You wouldn't happen to also sell hats would you?" The look of realization on Akira's face was priceless.


Roman half walked, half limped out of the dry cleaners, Melodic Cudgel in hand and red striped bowler hat on his head. It was still missing it's feather but he had lost it when he was first arrested after The Breach so it wasn't a pressing concern. He'd replace it later.

He shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled out all the Yen he had left. In between the wallet he stole from the man who helped him at the map and the Yen he collected in the wake of Liquid Shit, he had a pretty sum of 40 000 Yen.

Sadly, the money wouldn't be enough to rent an apartment room and he couldn't go to a hotel lest they find out who he is via identity check. It would be enough for food though and now that Roman was clean, dressed and mostly recovered by now, minus his leg, he suddenly remembered that the human body requires food to function.

With that realization, Roman began to scan the streets for some place to get some dinner. Then he remembered that Noodle place he was near earlier in the day. He looked up and saw the sun, while still in the sky, was starting to go down so he quickened his pace in hopes of eating sooner rather than later.

20 minutes later and the Noodle stand came into view. He walked up and sat down on the corner stool. The rest of the seats were empty but Roman wasn't in the mood to interact with people. Small mercies.

The man running the stand reminded him of that one shop owner, the same one from the dust store he had robbed when he first met Red. He was old but he was visibly healthy. His hair was gray but he lacked quite a few wrinkles. His hands worked quickly with the dish he was preparing before he caught Roman over his shoulder.

Once he was done with whatever he was doing, the man came over to him and looked at him expectantly. "Welcome to my stand. What'll you have?" The man pointed above him to the menu.

"Let's see… I'll have some pork-broth ramen with some gyoza on the side."

"That'll be 520 Yen." Roman handed over the money and sat to wait. The cook's hands were a blur as his dish was prepared. Roman found it incredibly impressive. Not even a few minutes flew by before a steaming bowl of ramen was placed in front of him. His gyoza was placed on the side.

'It's been a while since I've had Mistralian cuisine.' Roman looked over the bowl before nodding in satisfaction. "Thank you." The cook nodded, before turning away, allowing Roman to lift up his chopsticks. He fumbled a bit since his muscle memory had eroded during his time in Vale but he got the hang of it soon enough.

He clasped his chopsticks around his noodles, before lifting them up a bit. Steam poured off of the noodles as they were raised from the broth, the smell hitting his senses. He was about to take a bite but a sudden loud sound interrupted his long overdue meal.

*BOOM*

'What the hell was that?'

Roman placed his chopsticks down after his noodles fell back into the broth. He wasn't crazy, because the cook also stopped what he was doing and turned around.

*BOOM*

"Okay, what the hell?" Roman looked over to the cook who shrugged at him. The two waited for a few more seconds before another explosion, this time louder than the others, actually shook the stand, causing his bowl to topple over, it's contents spilling across the sidewalk.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Roman's head shot up in the direction of the sound. With a snarl on his face, he took off after it. He didn't need to walk far, only two buildings down before he spotted a large crowd gathering around something.

He pushed into the crowd, aiming to get into the front to see just what it was that ruined his food. After a little shoving, maneuvering and even tripping one man, he made it to the front. "Alright! What the hell is going on he-" A stream of water shot across in front of him before forming into a stop sign shape.

"Stand back sir! This area is dangerous! We have everything under control!" The man who stopped him looked like a fire fighter but it was really exaggerated. Then Roman noticed that the water was actually coming out of his arms. 'Is that Water Dust?'

His thoughts were interrupted when too more people neared him. One was a man with gray hair and a construction themed outfit, his shirt was open and colored a dark greenish blue. It was accompanied with dark blue trousers of some kind.

The way Roman noticed him was due to the fact that he crashed into the side of a nearby building, dazed but still conscious, evident by his attempt to stand back up.

The other was best described as a tree which had taken a human appearance. He wore a dark blue body suit but his visible body, head and arms, were either completely made of wood or completely covered in wood. Roman could not tell.

He ran over with his limbs stretched out like tree branches and wrapped around some poor fools. They were all unconscious and sporting minor burns. "Dammit! My quirk doesn't pair well with fire! We need to wait for someone who's quirk is more suitable for this!"

'Quirk? Does he mean Semblance? I've never seen one like that before.'

Roman then looked over the firefighter guys shoulder to properly get a look at what was happening. What he saw was not what he was expecting to see.

In the middle of an inferno, was Liquid Shit holding some blond kid hostage and trying to force himself down the kids throat. The kid was fighting back, launching explosion to and fro which set off even more fires. Roman didn't blame the kid though, he must have been wishing his tongue was numb right now, but that still did little to alleviate his frustrations.

Roman was about to jump in and shoot Liquid Shit himself, if only to get back to the Noodle stand and actually get some food in him for the first time today but before he could, someone did what he was about to just a little sooner.

"KACCHAN!"

As those words were screamed, a short kid in black with green hair and a yellow backpack started sprinting into the inferno.

"Hey you! Stop!"

"Get back here kid! It's not safe!"

People tried to get him to stop, Roman thought he saw a few people try to grab the kid before he got out of reach but it was so sudden that no one really reacted fast enough to do so.

"Huh? You again?!"

'Does liquid shit know this kid?'

The green kid ran forward, clutching the strap of his backpack before chucking it a decent distance. After it flew in an arc, the backpack collided with Liquid Shit's eye. "Aaah!" Roman winced at the cry. The pack opened while it was in the air so bunch of objects fell out before it hit but getting anything in your eye isn't exactly pleasant.

Green managed to reach Liquid shit and started clawing at him, presumably in an attempt to wrench the other kid free. Roman noticed that the backpacks hit actually gave the kid some breathing room. It looked like two spoke to each other but over the cries of the bystanders and the roar of the flames, he couldn't hear what they were saying.

Liquid Shit then brought up one of his tendrils, presumably to crush Green but before he could, Roman heard the subtle sound of a balloon inflating again, right before an intense wind pressure hit him. Roman held his bowler to make sure it didn't fly off and covered his eyes.

"I really am pathetic…" Roman looked up once the wind died down and froze. In between Green and Liquid Shit was the same wall of muscle Roman had encountered earlier that day. His arm was up blocking a tendril which would have obliterated Green.

"I told you the traits that make a great champion! But I see now I wasn't living up to my own ideals!" Roman had to strain his ears despite the booming voice in order to hear what was being said.

"Pro's are always risking their lives! THAT'S THE TRUE TEST OF A HERO!" 'There it is again! "Heroes"! Are these people not Huntsman?' Roman eyes widened at what happened next.

"Damn you All Might!" Liquid Shit tried to retaliate, raising another tendril intending to slam it down onto the man but it was far too little, far too late.

"DETROIT SMASH!"

All Might brought a fist back and slammed it into Liquid Shit. The sheer force of the blow hit the sludge like a nuclear powered freight train. He couldn't hold himself together and the villain splattered across the area, the fires dousing simultaneously.

Roman himself couldn't hold on thanks to his leg and actually fell back into the crowd as a small maelstrom materialized but someone managed to hold him up until the wind died down. When it did, Roman got back to his feet and stared, gaping at the scene before him.

He looked up when he felt moisture on his nose. A rain drop hit him. Then another, and another and soon it was raining. What was just before a sunny day was now full of dark clouds as rain poured onto the street. Everyone was shocked into silence.

"… Holy Shit…"

Those two words uttered by Roman cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter and soon everyone was cheering. The roar of the crowd was deafening but increased 2 fold when All Might raised his hand into the sky.

The police and other heroes rushed forward to clean up the area and rescue any other hostages but by that point, Roman wasn't paying attention. His gaze was frozen on the blond man, eyes wide and face pale.

"All Might…" He muttered, as if trying the name on his tongue. After a few minutes, Roman turned back towards the noodle stand with a far-away look in his eye. He only had one thought.

'That wasn't a normal Huntsman's power…'


It was evening now and despite having eaten, Roman was still thinking over what had happened earlier. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. Whatever had just happened wasn't normal.

Now that he thought about it, no semblance had ever done something to physically alter your body to turn it into sludge. The closest thing he could thing of was Neo's semblance but that only created illusions. Whatever the guy from earlier was, that was real.

'Whatever… I'll think about it more tomorrow. I need a place to stay for the night.'

Roman walked through the city aiming to go to the less legal part of town in a hope to find either an abandoned building or a land lord who wouldn't ask questions. Eventually, he came across a warehouse a decent distance from the sea after the sun fell beyond the horizon. 'How cliché' He thought.

The place itself was in disrepair but it was fairly isolated. The place would be suitable for a single night.

Roman walked up to a side door and opened it. It was unlocked. He took a look around to confirm the place was empty and when he did so, he walked inside before closing the door behind him.

Roman spent the next 20 minutes exploring the place, hoping to find anything he could use as bedding. The place was completely barren for the most part with only a few empty crates here and there scattered around the warehouse.

He soon found what Roman assumed to be some kind of a break room. It was empty sans the bare essentials for a break room like a coffee table, some chairs and a few other things but in it was exactly what he was looking for.

A couch. It was in decent condition all things considered and the material was soft enough to ensure that Roman wouldn't wake up in agony the next day.

Roman took off his bowler and placed it on the coffee table while leaning Melodic Cudgel against the wall within arms reach. He sat himself on the couch with a sigh and laid his head against the arm rest. He was about to shut his eyes when something caught his eye.

To anyone else, it wouldn't have been alarming. Anyone else wouldn't immediately shove sleep to the back of his mind. Anyone else wouldn't jump up, grab their weapon and rush out the front door but that was exactly what Roman Torchwick did.

With his bowler hat forgotten, Roman rushed out of the room towards the door. His aura had finally recovered and so had his leg, meaning he was running as fast as he could. When he reached the door, he didn't even bother opening it, opting to throw his body weight against it.

The door flew of it's hinges as Roman crashed into it, sending it and himself tumbling to the floor. Roman groaned as he hit the ground before scrambling to stand up. He grabbed Melodic Cudgel and lifted himself to his feet.

He looked into the sky but he still couldn't see what he was looking for. He ran ahead, trying to find a place where he could look into the sky and eventually he did. He came across a dock that was near the warehouse he was staying at.

Roman came to a stop at the end of the dock, the odd seagull squawking in the distance and the crash of waves against cement was the only thing accompanying his ragged breathing.

Roman snapped his head into the sky and confirmed what he thought he saw.

"No… No, no no…"

What he saw, was the moon, high in the sky and shining through the clouds, illuminating the surrounding areas. There was only one problem.

It was whole.

Then that was when it hit him. That was when he realized just what it was that was bugging him. It all made sense now and at the same time it was too insane to believe.

The people, the city, the currency change of this place from Lien to Yen, Heroes instead of Huntsman, referring to Semblances as quirks, the conflicting history and geography, all of these little things adding up over the day were finally pushed through his stubborn skull. No matter the desperation, no matter how much he didn't want to believe it, the unbroken moon staring at him from the sky cemented that realization into place.

Through whatever unexplainable phenomenon, he wasn't on Remnant anymore. In any other situation, he would be happy. A new place where his face was unknown? The perfect opportunity to start his career anew after Cinder screwed him over.

But all of that was null due to one little thing.

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.

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"Neo..."

He would never see Neo again.


A/N: And that's chapter one(two? Does the prologue count as chapter one?). I hope everyone who read this enjoyed it just as much as the last one. Usually when I read isekai fics like this where some character is thrown into another world, often times the main character realizes that they're in a new world way too soon if not immediately and have the most mild of reactions to it I've ever seen. They just shrug, say "ok" and go do whatever they were originally doing. It doesn't always happen and sometimes that mild reaction fits due to whatever reasoning, like it being explained to the main character before hand but still it's often enough to where it annoys me.

I'm not sure if what I did was good or not and even if it was good I have no idea if the idea was executed properly but I wanted to ease Roman into it with every bit of evidence pointing to him being on Earth instead of Remnant being brushed of as a joke or just flat out ignored out of stubborn desperation. I mean if I was in Roman's shoes, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't believe something like that unless I saw indisputable evidence. Like the moon for example.

On another note, since The Kingdom of Mistral is based on certain parts of Asia and parts of the Mediterranean (I.E: Greece) I wanted to add a few similarities that aren't really canon in RWBY. For example, afaik, there is only one language in RWBY and while it might be called something different, its basically English in both written and spoken form. For this fic ima just interpret RWBY's "Canon language" as a sort of universal common tongue (English) but also have the kingdoms have their own separate language(s) (Mistral - Japanese) just so I don't have to have Roman go learning a new language from scratch.

I also wanted to give Roman a chance to explore the city, to let him kind of get used to it like I did here. But like I said in the last chapter, if I did something you feel I could have done better or differently then by all means let me know. Same goes for something you do or don't like (No matter if it's good or bad, I would love the feedback) One thing I especially would love to have pointed out is if I write Roman too OOC.

I'll try my best to write him as close to his cannon RWBY counterpart but I'm only human. Won't be surprised if I make a mistake sooner or later. I'm here to improve just as much as to have fun but please, don't be an ass about it. That being said, I hope all of you have a nice day and see you all when the next chapter is ready.