Here's the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy it. A far amount of the next few chapters will most likely be exposition. Sorry bout that. Finally, two things I noticed in the comments: 1) Blake is a hypocrite. That's made rather apparent in the show about certain topics. She's got her flaws, but so do the other characters. What happens – which has been proven both in the newer volumes' songs and fights – is that she learns from her flaws. Something similar will happen here. 2.) The voting for Jaune's main weapon is closed, and after watching and re-watching and reading Akame Ga Kill, its decided that his main weapon will be razor gloves in the style of Cross Tail. With that out of the way, let's get started.

Chapter 4

Jaune stared at the face of his elder brother as he laid on the ground. Roman had set Melodic Cudgial on his desk, while taking out a cigar and lighting, taking a few puffs and releasing the smoke.

"Well Jaune, you certainly have some explaining to do."

Hearing the – in his mind – hypocritical words coming out of his brother's mouth, Jaune found his voice, climbing to his feet. "I've got explaining to do! What the hell are you doing in Vale Roman?"

"Gee Jaune, I wonder what. Could it be that I'm using the skills from our youth to become an incredibly stylish and amazing criminal? Why I think the answer is...YES!"

"Don't give me your sarcastic bullshit Roman! I'm not in the mood for it."

"Not in the mood. You were certainly in the mood to mess up my operation the other night. And a Beacon student to boot. How'd you do that little bro? Hack their systems, falsify your transcripts...I mean it's not like you have experience fighting like a Huntsman. After all, all the fighting you did was from a distance."

"I'm learning."

"Are you?" Roman said sharply, glaring at this brother. "Cause I asked the Fangers who got away from the docks with me and they said it was the blonde chick who did most of the heavy lifting. And while I know you like to cross-dress - "

"That was one time and it was for Saphron! And you said you'd never speak of it again!" Jaune whined, glaring at his brother. A silence fell over the room as the brothers stared at each, moments passing by.

"Mphm". Roman leaned his face down as his shoulders began to shake. "Mph... HAHAHA!" His composure lost, the elder Torchwick threw his head back and laughed.

Looking as his hysterical brother, Jaune shook his head and began to laugh as well. The sight of two hysterical men proved too much for the silent observer, who shook her head and left the room – and the boys – alone.

Calming down eventually, the two settled into chairs – Roman behind his desk and Jaune in front. Pulling out two glasses, Roman slid one to Jaune, before also pulling out a bottle of rum. Pouring some into his own glass before leaning over and pouring Jaune some as well. Picking up his glass, Roman saw his brother mirror his actions, before the two clinked glasses and downed their drinks.

"Ahh now that's the good stuff."

"I hear yah. Every time I go to Junior's the old man gives me vodka. Fucking vodka. And not the normal shit, the heavy duty kind."

"He did the same thing to me after I kicked the ass of some of his guards."

"HA! Yeah, those guards really suck. I took them with me on this dust robbery and-"

"And Ruby kicked their asses. I know."

Roman stopped laughing at the mention of the cloaked girl, opting instead to focus on his brother. "You're looking well. Guess Beacon's been doing that for you at least."

"And you look the same as always. Though I think you mascara is running."

"It's eyeliner" the mobster growled. "And I'll have you know that my mug is on every street corner."

"I don't think that's a good thing Roman. Dad always said- "

Roman cut Jaune off by slamming his fist against the table, making Jaune clam up. "Jaune. Not another word about him. Everything I have done here in Vale has been to move away from that bastard's image. So never, ever try to compare me to him in any context! I will not run my business the way he ran his!"

Looking at his panting brother Jaune nodded simply. "You've changed a lot Roman."

"So have you. In more ways than one."

"Yeah...I'm glad though."

"Yeah..."

"Taking Mom and the girls, leaving everything behind, going to Beacon...its helped me a lot."

"I can tell. You seem more...sane."

"Yeah, you seem more effeminate."

Roman threw his hands up in the air. "Why do I even bother being nice to you?"

"Cause you're the sappy emotional one and I'm the stoic badass."

"If you call clubbing people with Mom's sword badass."

"Oh, and what about your staff. Overcompensating for something?"

"Ask Neo little brother, I overcompensate for nothing."

"Didn't need to know that. Also, who is Neo."

Roman opened his mouth but closed it almost immediately when the door to the room opened and a new figure emerged. The man wore a dark black coat over a black and grey vest and a white shirt. His legs were covered in dark black combat pants, while his feet up to mid-calve where covered in black cowboy boots. Around his waist was a bandolier belt with two six shooter holsters. Around his neck was a dark red bandanna and on his head was a dark black cowboy hat.

"Boss you know how you wanted me an' Swift to keep an eye on the news. Well you ain't gonna be happy bout what's on."

Nodding, Roman pulled out his Scroll and set in the middle of the table. Pulling up the news feed, Jaune and Roman began to listen, the blood draining from their faces with each new sentence.

"This is Chief of Police Moon with an urgent announcement for the citizens of Vale. The notorious criminal Roman Torchwick, who has been proven to be behind several Dust robberies in the last few months, has been proven to have a new accomplice. This young man, Jaune Arc."

At those words, the Police Chief held up a photo, with the camera zooming in on it to fully see Jaune's face, awkward smile and all.

"As of today, and with the full authority of the High Council of Vale, we are placing a bounty of 50,000 lien on Jaune Arc and a bounty of 100,000 on Roman Torchwick. Both will be paid upon identification of the body." At this point two white wanted posters appeared on the top left and right of the screen, with Jaune and Roman's faces respectively. Underneath their photos were the bounty amount. And underneath that, in big black letters, were the words WANTED: DEAD.

"We encourage any and all non-police or huntsmen and huntresses to avoid the streets at night and not to trust anyone you don't know. Please be safe. Thank you."

(At the same time)

(Team RWBY's Room)

The all girls team stared in silence as they watch the news feed on Weiss's scroll. Nothing they could do or say could change the situation now.

(With Team NPR)

Pyrrha had collapsed onto her bed, holding her pillow to her chest, tears pouring out of her eyes as her shoulders shook with sobs. Nora had stopped looking at the screen, instead turning her efforts to comforting Pyrrha.

Ren was the only member of the team who remained standing, staring at the screen in his hand, emotion welling in his eyes.

Yet the team could do nothing as their friend – their brother – was vilified for all of Vale to see.

Cut! That's that. I know it's a little lackluster, but the next one will be rather long. Maybe double or triple this in length. Please like, comment, and leave your own thoughts.

TheSaintsFollower, signing out.