Chapter 10

Roman was feeling a sense of deja vu as the three of them were sat down on a rooftop; overlooking a narrow street just down below them. The darkness of the night hiding most of their bodies with only a little moonlight shining on them.

"Hey Roman... there are criminals in this city, right?" Summer asked from the ground, her body laying face first with her head turned toward him, and masked with bags under her eyes as she looked at him. It looked like she hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past few days.

"There... are," Roman said as he fought back a yawn with bags under his eyes as well.

He really did hope there were criminals here.

"There's always tomorrow if we don't find any..." Eri said as she played with a rock and stick, though it looked like even she didn't believe her own words.

While the little girl looked bored out of her mind, she didn't look sleep deprived like the two of them. A blessing as both he and Summer thought it'd be good idea for her to sleep so they can explore the city and find information without any baggage with them.

They both liked Eri, but she was gonna be baggage nonetheless, especially if she was just as tired as them.

It had been three days so far since they started their 'hunt,' or if it could even be called that anymore. They had expected to find many villains and criminals after coming here, but it looks like they were dead wrong. Apparently, with the Hero-Killer on the loose, it wasn't just heroes who were running with their tails in between their legs from this ward.

What they hadn't known at the time was the fact the Hero-Killer went after heroes and villains. It just so happened that the Hero-killer going after villains wasn't a well known fact. Hell, the only reason their group even found out was because of Summer overhearing some of the residents talking about it by chance.

There's probably already been several villains that had come to Hosu like they did and encountered the Hero-killer already. He'd wonder if the police ever found their bodies...

"Urghhh!" Summer groaned as she stood up, a scowl now adorned on her face.

"Can't we just like, find a way to make them appear or something? Like maybe put up a sign that say's 'Free Money Over Here!' You think that'll work?" She asked him with eyes that bordered on closing at any given chance to finally rest.

"No good for brained criminal would come near such an obvious trap, Summer," Roman sighed, though he did consider it for a moment. Only for a moment. While it was a stupid idea, even he was getting desperate. They were going to run out of food supplies tonight and they'll probably have to steal some more to get by for a while. It wasn't much of a big deal for them, but the type of food they could steal was limited.

"And how the hell are you tired anyway? Didn't you mention before you had to literally live out in the Grimm-infested wilderness? Thought you'd have more experience," Roman questioned.

"Yes, but as you can see," Summer pointed to her face. "I actually took time off to find a place to lay down and sleep. The last time I slept was two days ago!" She moaned in grief.

"Oh, suck it up. It's not that bad," Roman shrugged as Summer glared at him.

"Well, not everyone is you, Roman. I'm still confused how you haven't dropped dead yet."

"Do I not look tired to you? Cause if you can't tell in that small head, I am very tired as well," Roman answered.

"Um... why can't you guys just sleep... then?" A third voiced out before dying out slowly.

Both he and Summer turned to glare at Eri, making her flinch.

"Next time you're coming with me, kid."

"As well as me, I will work you to the bone to feel just how tired I am!"

"But... wouldn't I be a li-la...libility?" She tried.

"It's liability. And I agree Summer. You're coming with us next time," Roman grumbled as Summer nodded her head by his side.

While Summer seemed to have a soft spot for the kid, even her temper was waning by now.

"Do you think we should have stayed in Musutafu?" Summer asked, changing the subject.

Roman thought for a moment before shaking his head. While he did think it was easier hunting down criminals there, it had it's own downsides.

With the recent attacks from a so-called 'League of Villains,' and the U.A. festival occurring recently, there had been an influx of heroes being stationed there.

He'd rather take his chances with a serial killer than fight a bunch of heroes. Much less apparently both the number one and two heroes being there as well.

Staying there with our criminal habits is a death trap. He thought grimly.

"And rather take on a bunch of heroes?" Roman argued.

"They can't be that bad, can they?" Summer asked.

As annoyed as Roman was, he couldn't really blame her for not putting such a high emphasis on the heroes like he did. She's never had to fight tooth and nail against one yet, much less struggle against someone who had quirks.

"Think of it this way, we have no hope of fighting against some heroes even if we were in our original bodies," Roman frowned. "Only chance we would have is that if we were willing to kill them. And I doubt you would want that. Hell, even I don't want to and I'm me."

Roman and her could have probably easily gone on a slaughter should had they been murder-crazed fiends like the Hero-Killer was. Summer hunted Grimm, and probably had an expertise with a sword that was unmatched in this new world. And even if he wasn't as strong as her, he was confident enough to hold his own.

He was willing to do a lot of shit, but he wasn't going to kill a hero for the chance to get away from getting captured. He'd instantly be put on every hero's shit-list. Which also coincided why he hated dealing with Hunters as well.

If you dared to kill one, three others tended to come right after with as much mercy as a Grimm finding a baby in the wilderness.

Summer remained silent at that.

"Is there really no other way we can find some thugs?" Summer moaned.

"No idea," Roman sighed. "Damn idiots not showing up at-"

Roman frowned as he stopped speaking right. He looked down at the distance from the rooftop, the soft humming of engines making its way to his ears. From what he could tell, this wasn't just some random car going by.

Summer seemed to have heard it as well.

"Well, well, well. It looks like we'll have our hunt after all tonight," Roman grinned as he watched a group of motorcycles nearing the building they were up above on. They were still around 100 metres away.

Roman would have discounted them as just a bunch of motorists, if it weren't for the fact they rode in a protective formation, it looked like they were protecting something in the middle of their group.

What would they have to protect if they were some random civilians?

And well, if he was wrong... Well, that was a bridge he planned to burn once he got there.

"Summer, get down on the ground and get ready to take out the head rider. Me and the brat will come down just behind you," Roman said as he turned back to get Eri who by now was standing as well, ready to get down with him. "Don't wait up on us. We can't afford to lose these guys."

"On it."

Summer jumped down from the two-storey building they were on, her aura softening her landing.

"Kid, hold on tight," Eri nodded silently as Roman picked her up with his arms, holding her in a bridal carry. Her body was too big for him to properly carry her safely in any other way while falling down from the building.

He felt Eri's arms hold on tightly to his neck, right before he jumped down just behind Summer on the ground, his aura softening the fall.

The bikes were only 50 metres away now. He could now count how many there were as well as the bags they carried on the side of their bikes in an almost protective manner.

It looks like he was right. They were carrying something important.

He just hoped that something was money.

One bike at the very front, two not far behind. Just behind them was a group of three, the outer two protecting the one in the middle it seemed. And lastly two more just behind.

A group of 8 bikers, all with unknown and possibly dangerous quirks...

Roman let Eri down onto the ground as his hand gripped tightly on Melodic Cudgel. Summer herself had brought out her pipe from who knows where.

40 metres...

30 metres...

The bikers finally saw them as well guessing by how they started to shift formation.

"Summer now!" Roman shouted as they were only 20 metres away. The biker's were planning on completely riding past them as they began shifting their formation.

Summer didn't respond as she brought up her pipe like a javelin and threw it with all her aura infused might.

Roman watched with a vicious grin as the pipe tore through the first motorcycle front wheel and launched the rider and vehicle into the air, forcing the riders behind the first to stop or possibly risk crashing into their friend.

The road was narrow enough as well that they couldn't pass through as easily.

"Welcome everyone!" Roman shouted at the riders, who rode to a stop as they watched their fellow rider and vehicle come to a stop just two metres away from Summer. Summer didn't look as enthusiast as he, nor did Eri, but they kept their cools; Summer more so than Eri.

"Sorry to bother everyone, but I'll say this once. Hand everything you have, or would rather join your friend?" Roman called out to them whilst laughing at the end. He could now tell what the bikers looked like from their distance now.

All of the riders wore helmets and black apparel of all sorts from leather jackets to black coats. All except a man in the middle of the formation, their white coat hanging limply on their body. The only visible feature Roman could see of him was his black spiked up hair.

Was he the leader perhaps?

"Summer, if you will," Roman smiled.

Summer nodded as she picked up her pipe again from the wreckage of the bike. The rider of it was only a few metres away laying on the ground, most likely unconscious.

"Alright you... you idiots!" Summer said as Roman's eye twitched. "Everyone drop their bags and belongings on the ground or suffer the consequences!" Summer shouted, her pace of speech drastically increasing at the end.

I... need to teach her what to say later and not sound like an idiot... She just parroted what I said...

Roman put the thought to the side as the bikers finally regained their barrings.

"Y-you! Do you know who're you're messing with!?"

"Yeah, you fucked with the wrong people! We'll have your heads!"

Roman sighed as felt a sense of deja vu again. Why did they always do this? It wasn't like it was going to stop the world of pain they were gonna receive either way. He wondered if he ever acted like this before.

"Summer, beat them up," Roman smile tightened.

Summer nodded.

"Sorry guys," Summer said a bit awkwardly before running forward before the bikers could even react.

"Get ready for a good show, kid," Roman kneeled and patted Eri's head. Letting her watch the massacre that was about to happen.

They watched as Summer charge the first biker to the right, bashing their head and helmet together with her pipe, nearly caving it in. She turned around to fight the other rider beside them before dodging to the left, the biker had gotten up and had tried sweeping their hand at Summer's head with their now apparent claws on their fingers.

Almost like a faunus. Roman thought.

Summer dodged back, then under as the demi-faunus swiped at her, right before swinging her pipe at their knee, making a loud crunch that even he could hear from where he and Eri stood. He saw Summer wince and watched the man scream in pain and fall onto the ground, right before she finished the job, knocking out the rider with a swift hit on their helmet, much softer than the previous one she used on the other rider.

Roman smiled awkwardly as he realized what happened.

She wasn't watching how much force she put into those hits...

"Try not to kill them, Summer!" Roman laughed aloud. Both to warn Summer and scare the rest of the bikers, who by now, watched as three of their comrades just be brutalized.

Most of it was by accident, but they didn't need to know.

"Yeah, I get it now!" Summer yelled back before charging at the rest of the bikers who had now all gotten off their bikes except the white coated biker, still seated with an almost crazed look as they held a duffel bag close to their body.

Summer slid into a slide as a green ball of energy flew above her head, right before jumping up high into the air as a whip made of vines swung at the area she was in just a second ago.

She then brought up her arms in an x-shape to block another ball of energy as it hit her, creating a mini explosion of smoke in mid air.

"Ahhh!" Roman heard Eri cry out a cry of horror, apparently watching Summer just die.

"HAHA! That's what you get for touching our aniki, bitch!" The man who was responsible for the energy balls yelled. Another ball of energy already forming between their shaking hands, apparently exhausted from just shooting just two of them.

The woman who had used the vine whip looked apprehensive, but thought the battle was won.

Pathetic. Roman thought.

"It's alright kid, Summer's stronger than that," Roman said as he ruffled Eri's head. A frown on his face as he stood back up. He didn't know why she jumped into the air like that instead of just possibly defending against the whip. Maybe she did take his warnings seriously about quirks being dangerous.

While he eased the worries of Eri, he kept his eyes on the white-coated rider. Their hand seemed to duck into their coat, reaching for something. Something that he would not have cared normally for, but they couldn't lose the cash they could possibly make from this.

"Stay here, kid," Roman said as he charged in.

He hoped he was wrong. He didn't want to risk every hero and cop in a few mile radius to come at them.

Summer fell down from the air, her body limp as it neared the ground. All of that changed in a single moment as her hand suddenly struck the ground, bending, before vaulting her back into the air, and at the man who shot at her.

Summer closed the gap in between them before they could fire another energy ball. She swung her pipe as she fell into a slide at their shins, being much weaker than before considering the man's shins didn't break on impact. As the man fell to the side. A whip of vines came back at her, she let the vines wrap around her weapon before grabbing the pipe with both hands and yanking the woman towards her.

Summer dropped the pipe as she then proceeded to deliver a high-kick at the woman's chin, knocking unconscious.

"Summer, duck!" Roman shouted. Thankfully Summer asked no questions as she ducked down, allowing Roman who was only four metres away behind her to throw his cane. Melodic Cudgel spun into the air before hitting the white-coated man in the face. The man's hand now out of his pocket, and a revolver in his grip just as they aimed to fire at Summer.

"Summer now!" Summer's eyes widened as she closed the gap, grabbing Melodic Cudgel out of the air as she swung the cane at the man's hand, making a horrible crunch, deciding not to hold back at all this time.

The man dropped the revolver onto the ground with a cry of pain as Summer then proceeded to knock the man onto the ground with a kick.

"Keep him awake, I plan to speak with him after this," Roman intervened right before Summer could knock him out.

"Trade?" Roman asked as he held her pipe towards her. He picked it up as she had knocked the man down.

"Nice cane, but I think I prefer my pipe," Summer grinned as she practice swung his weapon, before tossing it to him. He tossed her pipe to her as well, both catching with ease.

"Mind if I clean up the rest then?" Summer asked as she glared at the last two, who now looked like they had shit themselves.

"Yeah, make sure none of them get away," Roman stated.

"Like I was going to in the first place!" Summer retorted as she went to go chase off after the other two.

"Kid!" Roman shouted over to Eri who was still in the same place they were at before. He was right in not letting her follow him. The man had a gun, and everything could have gone horribly if he aimed at Eri instead. He was confident enough to react to bullets if they were aimed at him, but he didn't think he could move fast enough to defend Eri if she was shot at.

"Start checking the bags for cash. We won't much have time before someone finally notices this whole mess, so get to it!" Roman instructed before looking down onto the ground, eyeing the man who was nursing his broken hand as he watched Roman with a crazed look.

What could possibly have this man act like this?

"My, my... what do we have here?" Roman said as he kicked the man's arms, forcing them to stop nursing his hand. Not stopping there, he decided to really put salt on the wound.

Roman smiled viciously as he stepped on the man's broken hand, right before pulling in the bag the man desperately wanted to protect with his cane.

Bringing it up, he opened the zipper, expecting something valuable. Roman frowned in disappointment at what he saw. A bunch of vials in what seemed to be protective cases.

Roman didn't know what they were, but he could guess from personal experience.

"Who do you work for?" Roman frowned as he dropped the bag. Not caring as several of the contents fell out. Some of the vials even breaking as they hit the ground.

"Ahgh! Grrr... up your ass! You foreign fuck! This is our territory!" The man yelled as he tried to suppress the pain.

Roman grinded his foot on the man's hand as he sighed.

"Hey kid, find anything in the bags!" Roman yelled, ignoring the man's scream of pain.

"Ah... um, yeah!" Eri shouted back, or what could be considered a shout from her as it was still extremely quiet.

"How much!"

"T-two bags! They're all filled with Yen! Bills!"

Roman smiled as he stared back down at his captive.

"Already finished the deal then, eh?" Roman smirked, but the man didn't back down. A glare still focused on Roman as they tried to suppress a pained look on their face.

"I'm back, Roman," Roman looked up to see Summer walking up, a duffel bag in one of her hands.

"That cash in there?" He asked to which Summer nodded with a happy smile. She was probably happy they weren't going to starve anytime soon now.

"Good to hear. The kid back there found two other bags of cash. I can say we'll be quite well off for a while don't you say?" Roman laughed.

Summer's eyes widened as her smile grew more. "And how about the last one beside you?" She asked.

"Nah. They're drugs I think," Roman sighed as the man below him yelled curses but went ignored by both him and surprisingly, Summer. Who he thought would have taken this chance to yell at the man for cursing. "Probably sold off a lot of it already guessing by the cash bags."

"Drugs...? Anything else important?" Summer asked with apprehension and a bit of disgust written on her face.

"No idea, that's what I'm trying to learn from this pathetic bastard over here," Roman grinned as he once again grinded his foot on the man's hand.

This time, Summer did wince. "Don't mind if I go and help Eri then?"

"No, go help the kid. She probably can't even carry a single bag. Feel free to head back and store the cash. I'll deal with the bodies around here."

"You'll be fine, right?" Summer asked. Was that worry in her voice?

"Yes, yes, darling, I'll be fine," Roman said with mock endearment making Summer frown.

"Mhm, enjoy your evening then, you two love birds," Summer gave a mock bow back before leaving. A smug smile plastered on her face.

Roman watched as she left. He'll get back at her somehow later.

"Now, where was I?" Roman said as he looked at the pained man below him, before looking at the revolver on the ground.

He hooked the revolver with his cane, and with a flick of the hand, he tossed it in the air and caught it with his left hand.

Roman examined the revolver, checking how many bullets were in it as well. Two of the five chambers were missing bullets.

Looks like someone's been busy.

It wasn't the best firearm he ever handled, probably even being one of the worst he's ever seen and used. But it was a gun nonetheless.

Roman flicked the cylinder back into place. There weren't many firearms in this world from what he knew, or at least in this area of the world. While they still existed, it seemed that the advent of quirks overthrew the throne that firearms had in firepower. Roman winced as he recalled a certain metal fist burying itself in his gut.

"Who do you work for? Any gangs? Organizations?" Roman asked as he flourished the gun at the man. The muzzle pointed right between their eyes.

"Fuck off!" The man spat on Roman's pants much to his own growing ire. The man still held onto that crazed look he had before even with a firearm aimed at his face. It almost looked like...

The same look of some of those mutts in the White Fang...

"Tch, you're a fuckin fanatic aren't ya?" Roman cursed with disgust. Fanatics were one of the shittiest people to both deal and talk with. And by the looks of it, he won't be getting any information from the man as well. He would have tried asking some of the other riders, but he didn't expect any of them getting up soon.

Roman listened for a few minutes to the man's ranting before asking again.

"Look, if you don't answer me-"

"Grrr-fuck off! I'm not kuh- breaking my oath to my leader! And I will ku-huk- never-" the man once again kept cursing at him whilst trying to fight off the ever increasing weight Roman put on his broken hand as he ignored his annoying rants.

Roman sighed.

He was running out of time, his temper not helping either as he grew more and more pissed at the man below him.

What to do, what to do...

Roman turned his head and scanned the area. Several bikes strewn across the ground as their riders laid unconscious, most of their bodies in horrible condition. Summer really didn't hold back on some of them. He mused what would have happened if Summer held a real blade.

No sign of either of the girls either. They were probably out of the area by now.

"Say, do you remember our faces?" Roman asked. The other riders may not be able to since it was dark and they had their helmets on, but the man below him had a good view on both his and Summer's faces earlier.

"What? My leader will have your head, you hear! Don't expect to fucking get away you piece of shit!"

"Good to hear," Roman scowled.

Click.

Roman held the revolver tightly in his hand as he pulled down on the hammer.

"Dammit, wha-keuk- are you-"

Crack!

Roman watched as the man's eyes dulled. He lifted his foot off the body as he listened to the echoing crack ring throughout the city, probably notifying every hero and cop in a few mile radius. He preferred the sound of Melodic Cudgel's flares compared to this.

"Tch... should have just answered my questions," Roman spat on the ground as he pocketed the revolver.

He needed to get out of here before any heroes or cops arrived.