Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kamen Rider or RWBY. Kamen Rider belongs to Toei and Ishinomori Productions while RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum (RIP)

Trailer: Gun

"When others cast their judgements upon you refuse to hear them, for in the end the only judgement that matters is your own."

The adrenaline chorusing through their veins slowly faded as they ran down the alleyways of Vale. When they thought they were a good enough distance they stopped tried to catch their breath. Looking back, they saw that fortunately the cops weren't behind them. It was supposed to be a simple job but somehow the police had gotten wind of their heist. As soon as they had gotten the money they showed up and caught their getaway driver. Now they had three gym bags full of Lien and were lost in some random part of the city each with a gun low on ammo.

One of them, who was leaning against a wooden fence for support, looked at their leader and asked "So what the big plan now?"

The head of said leader spun round to face him with an angered look in his eyes that had the desired effect of shutting him up. But he had point they hadn't planned on the police getting to the bank so soon and taking out their getaway. The leader was trying to figure a way out of this. They needed away to force the cops off their backs if only they had a hostage, there had been plenty of candidates in the bank but in the rush not one of them had thought to grab one.

Suddenly his attention was interrupted by the sound of music. Turning his head down the alley behind him he saw the source. An older building, which in years past seemed to be an old movie theatre, with bright lights which constantly changed colour, from red to blue to yellow to purple, beamed out of the windows and open doors. A sign over the entrance of the three floored building showed the name of the establishment, Dragon's Den. The leader smiled beneath his ski mask as an idea quickly came together in his head.

Music boomed out of the speakers as the DJs worked thier magic while multi-coloured lights flashed around the room. The crowd moved to the beat to the music around the room save for an open circular space in the centre. There two dancers battled it out trying showing off their moves they came to a stop and the music lowered and the announcer stepped in the circle and spoke into his mike.

"And this round goes to…" He paused for dramatic effect "Gure Smith!"

The crowd went wild as the two dancers grasped hand then pulled each other in for a pat on the back before walking off in opposite directions to re-join their friends in the crowd.

"Alright, alright settle down! Next round…Camo Trent!" a boy around fourteen with dark green hair jumped out of the crowd. He wore a pair of camouflage coloured pants with an army green t-shirt and brown shoes. His accessory's included a head band the same colour as his shirt with two badges in it and camouflage wrist bands with a pair of tinted glasses over his brown eyes.

"Vs…Kuro Damon!" a boy about the same age jumped in opposite of Camo. He had black spikey hair,blue eyes and a long, black cat tail behind him which flicked to the beat of the music . He wore a sleeveless black jacket over a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans and black and white sneakers. He flashed tooth showing smile which was returned with a friendly smirk.

The crowd cheered as their names were announced. The announcer motioned for them to settle down "Alright dancers ready?" The two nodded "Okay DJ hit it!"

(Insert Climax Jump Hip Hop Version)

Camo gestured for Kuro to go first to which the Faunus excepted with a jokingly gentlemanly bow and then spun on his heal before dropping to the floor and balanced on his hand before he spun round while rotating his body. Meanwhile observing the match from the second floor was a pair of purple eyes that peaked out from under the brim of a light brown hat while a hand tapped to the beat against the railing their owner was leaning against. Said owner flashed a wide smile at the show below excited for his turn but the smile vanished when he noticed something curious in the crowd below.

Forcing their way through the crowd were several guys dressed entirely in black with their faces save for their eyes were hidden by ski masks. Two things of note about them was one: three of them carried a gym bag which looked like it was full of something and two: all of them carried a gun. Looking across to the other side of the room he saw another making his way around the same floor he was on. Most would panic at the sight of masked men with firearms but not him his eyes just flashed with excitement and his wide smile returned. Something interesting had just arrived.

While his crew made their way to different areas of the room the leader hung back closing the door. When he shut it he glanced around and took note of where all his crew were located nodding to himself approvingly. He then lifted his gun up to the ceiling and fired three shots.

(Song stops with a record scratch)

At the sound of the gun fire the crowd instinctively ducked down with the hands over their heads then turned and faced the source. Who then spread his arms out like he was giving a big speech "Ladies and Gentlemen sorry to interrupt your lovely evening but you see we need some help with a little problem!"

As he spoke his crew made themselves know to the crowd forcing some of them to their knees and motioning to others to the do the same, "You see we're kind in a bind with the authorities and if you all behave yourselves I give you my word, for what little its worth, that you'll all get out of here A ok. Do we have a deal?" no one spoke to challenge him "glad to hear it!"

The crowd complied many trembling for fear of what they would do while their captors patrolled the room making sure no one got any ideas. One of them walked onto the stage and noticed a girl trying to make a call on her scroll without being noticed.

"Hey you!" He shouted as he quickly made his way over to her and snatched the device from her but he checked the number that was being call but she had already hung up. He threw the scroll against the wall breaking it then pointed his gun at her head "Who were you calling?"

She didn't answer so he demanded again louder "Who were you calling?! Tell me!"

The girl started to tear up fear not helped by the look in the masked man's eyes.

One of his partners on the second floor saw this "Hey man you nuts?! Let her go we need every bullet we got don't waste them on some stupid kid!"

"She had a scroll she could've called the cops!" he shouted in reply not moving an inch.

"Look just…" he groaned and face palmed before looking down at the spectacle again "Look I'm going to tell the boss don't do anything stupid!"

He ran off to do just that but the goon left didn't move the girl's tears were now running free. He took a quick glance round at the other hostages many of whom were starting to get nervous some even tensed like they were getting ready to pounce on the armed thug. They stood frozen in tension so thick you could cut it with a sword suddenly a whistle broke the silence. The crook turned to the direction it came from and suddenly went flying off the stage and into the wall curtesy of a kick to the chest.

(Insert Double Action Gun Form)

The grunt he gave as he struck wall got the attention of the rest of the crew who stood where they were and pointed their guns at the figure standing in the centre of the stage. The one who had ran off to tell the leader walked out in front of the exit with said leader and pointed his weapon as well will his boss just pointed at the assailant "Kid get on the floor and put your hands on your head now!"

Said kid was in his mid-teens, maybe younger, and wore a light coloured jacket over a white shirt with pants the same colour as the jacket with a belt with a buckle in the shape of what they supposed was a dragon's face with a purple outline. He had purple sneakers and a hat that matched his jacket and pants. Around his neck was a set of head phones and under the hat was shoulder length black hair with an even longer streak of purple to the left of his face. But something about his attire was odd. He turned to face the leader who got a good look at what made it odd. Several light purple streaks went across his clothes as if some kid got their hands on a can of spray paint.

The leader glared not liking the fact that the brim of the cap prevented him from looking the kid in the eyes "You deaf or something kid? I said on the ground!"

The kid just raised his head allowing him to look into his glowing purple eyes. Something about them disturbed him they shown not with fear it was something else. After a beat the kid spoke "Hey! Mind if I ask you something?"

The question was unexpected but it didn't matter as the kid asked before he could even think of a reply he spun around revealing at the back of his head was braided purple ponytail that went below his waste and followed his head like it was an actual tail. The kid then struck a pose his head bowed to the left a bit and his right hand point directly at the leader of the group "Mind if I beat you?" then looked up with a smile where it dawned that his eyes shone with amusement "I can't hear you!"

Under his mask bared his grit teeth then pushed out of his way as he marched forward a few steps and pointed at two guys standing front of the stage,"You two teach him to keep that smart mouth shut!"

The two goons walked up the steps of the stage pointing their pistols at the kid, "Alright you heard him on the ground or we teach you to behave".

In reply the kid dropped his stance puckered his lips and tapped his chin as if he was actually thinking about it. He then looked back at the two goons and his smile returned, "NAH!"

His eyes flashed then he threw his arm up skyward and snapped his fingers. Suddenly everyone in the club hostage and captor alike copied the movement exactly as if under a spell and for a few seconds everyone stood frozen before the leader snapped out of the trance, "What the…everyone back on the ground!"

He fired his gun again into the air again snapping everyone out of the trance. The hostages dropped back onto the ground while the captors blinked in surprise. The two in front of the stage looked at each other

"What the heck was THAT?" asked the one on the right.

"No clue man" they turned back to where the kid had been standing but he had vanished, "What…?"

The one on the right turned back to the leader, "Boss he's gone!"

"How can he be gone you idiots?!" Came the reply of the leader. "He's got to be there look! The rest of keep an eye out if anyone else decides to play hero!"

The group dispersed following their boss's orders with him heading back into a corridor. The two quickly made their way up onto the stage and slowly walked past the hostages surveying them for a familiar paint covered hat. Then one noticed something, Kuro's tail.

"Hey you!" He marched over and pointed his gun at his target's head. "You know where that kid in purple went?!"

Kuro frantically shook his head.

"Don't lie to me Faunus! Your kind are good at sneaking around! You helped him pull that stunt didn't you?!"

As Kuro shook his head even more while the guy's partner just hung his head and shook it in annoyance.

"Oh for the love of…" He turned to look at his fellow criminal. "Dude seriously NOW?! I thought we talked about doing this sort of thing during a job."

Not moving his gun from the boy's head the guy turned to reply, "Butt out! How I treat an animal like this thing is no one's business but mine!"

Suddenly the lights shut off.

"What the-?!" Then the regular lights came on. "What the heck was that?!"

His partner just shook his head shrugged equally confused.

"What's up with all the Faunus hate anyway?" their heads whipped round and standing there on the first guy's left was the kid with his hands in his pockets shrugged. "I think it would be pretty cool to have a tail or another set of ears".

Then before they could even blink the kid punched the Faunus hater straight in the jaw with enough force to send him groaning to the floor. His partner held up his gun ready to fire in retaliation but the kid just dropped backwards onto his hands and used his foot to kick the gun out of the man's hand and the other to nail him in the stomach sending him next to his friend on the stage groaning. The kid then jumped back onto his feet then jumped again spinning before he turned sideways and landed on both men's stomach's knocking the wind out of them.

The kid then got up and stood between the two now unconscious criminals with his right hand holding the brim of his hat, he looked down at the one in front of him then turned and looked at the Faunus hater behind him.

"Hey there he is!" a voice shouted from above. The kid's head spun around and looked up on the second floor balcony was another member of the crew with his gun pointed down at him. "You little bastard don't move!"

Hearing footsteps, the kid's attention turned from the man above the two more who ran into the room from a side corridor pointing their guns at him. "Don't try anything funny punk!"

In response to the threat from the three gun pointing criminals the kid just smiled and snapped his fingers. The lights went out again then came back shortly after. The kid had vanished again.

"What the-the Hell did he do that?!"

Meanwhile in a hallway one of the crew slowly made his way down checking each door way for anyone else. He heard their crew's leader yelling order about something but he chose to ignore them. Wasn't his fault he stuck him on hallway duty. As he turned the corner he saw the kid from before dusting off his sleeves. Next to his feet was an open air duct big enough for someone about his size to squeeze through remembering his job he pointed his gun at the kid.

"Don't move!" the kid turned his head in his direction his hat hiding his eyes. The gunmen turned down the way he came. "Hey I found him!"

"Hang on I'm on my way!" came a reply down the hall.

The kid then turned to face the man pointing the firearm at him then raised his head so the crook could look him in the eye, "Hey mind fighting your friend?"

The criminal was confused by the question then the kid's eyes flashed and he snapped his fingers.

"Hang on I'm on my way!" he ran across the room to the doorway to the hall where the call had came from.

But as soon as he got there the one who shouted ran out of the hallway, grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against a support beam. The guy who had ran out of the hall then went in for a punch but the pinned one blocked it then smacked him on the side of the head with the blunt of his gun handle sending him groaning to the ground. The now free goon looked at the unconscious one confused why he'd attack him. A giggle from the doorway caught his attention and his head spun round just in time to see a purple ponytail vanish round the corner.

"You son of a-!" He ran into the door way and around the same corner after his target.

The gunmen on the second floor slowly made his way around when suddenly the sound of fighting and a gun shot got his attention. It came from a the left stairwell. He quickly made his way over to the closed door when it was thrown open and another one of their crew flew out and landed against the wall with a grunt.

"Hey you ok? Hey say something!" he crouched down and shook him on the shoulder a few times but got no reaction from the knocked out man. "Hey man snap out of-!".

He noticed something on the floor rolling out of the doorway. He reached down picked it up bringing it in front of his face. His brow frowned in surprise as he recognized the object, he and the rest of the crew may not be big name criminals like Roman Torchwick or have the resources but he'd be a fool not to recognize a Dust bullet casing when he saw it I'll be it a custom one but a Dust bullet all the same. But that just raised a bigger question why would a kid have such a thing, I mean the only way a kid around that age would have Dust bullets is if he was...His eyes widened with realization.

"Oum!", He made a dash for the safety railing and lifted his mask off his mouth hoping his boss was there or at least could hear him. "BOSS!"

Back on the ground floor guarding the exit the leader of the group was frustrated as hell. He was hoping it would be simple, take a group of hostages, call the police, make their demands and if all went according to plan they'd get away to Vacuo with all their stolen loot in hand. But the last thing he expected was some kid making them look like total fools and given how easily he took out, last he checked, three of his eleven guys and somehow kept messing with the lights and disappearing he wasn't your everyday kid either. If he was the superstitious type he'd say the kid was some kind of evil spirit sent to torment them by some higher power but that would just be stupid...right?

"BOSS!" the shout from the man he put on the second snapped him out of his thoughts he walked near the stage and looked up and the railing that ringed around the hole where the shout was leaning over with his mask pulled off his mouth so he could be heard more clearly.

"What is it?" He prayed that it was news that someone had dealt with the pest downside one less hostage but on the bright side it also meant one less headache.

"Boss that kid!" The guy shouted clearly not thrilled by the news he was about to tell.

"What about him?!" He called back mentally crossing his fingers hoping it was that he was captured.

"I think he's-!" The lights went out again cutting him off followed by the sound of something hitting something else, hard, and a grunt followed by a mischievous giggle.

"Its him!" shouted the leader looking around the dark room in a vain attempt to find his target but he might as well be blind "Where is he?!"

"No idea!" One of the other gunmen in the room replied. "Get out here you brat! Face us like a man!"

A few seconds passed with silence as his only answer before the sound of fingers snapping. The purple and white dance lights came on turning around in random directions almost as if they were trying to illuminate the entire room in their coloured light. The boss looked up to the second floor and saw the crew member lying on the floor. He then turned to the stage and there standing in the centre among the hostages was the kid with a large purple gun, which looked like a oversized cross between a shotgun and revolver with markings on it that resembled diamonds and stylized Rs,. Said weapon was placed over his shoulder with his right hand on the trigger while his left was placed to help support it.

"You-Everyone get in here now!" At his bellow the other four still standing members of the crew ran in from the side corridors. When he was sure they were all their he pointed at the kid. "Surround him!".

The crew ran up onto the stage pointing their guns at him. The kid just stood still as a statue his eyes hidden by the brim of his hat his mouth held neutral.

"You led us on quite the little goose chase kid I'll give you that," the leader folded his arms over his chest smugly. "But looks like you failed to save all these people. Anything to say little hero?"

The kid took his left hand off his oversized gun and held it straight out in front of him. This time the crooks knew what he was up to and one got ready to fire his gun "Oh no don't even-!"

The fingers snapped before he could finish and the kid flashed another smile. "Everyone who has a gun stand still!"

The crew of criminals became still as statues barely able to move.

"Everyone who doesn't get out of here!" He didn't need to snap his fingers this time as all the hostages got up and made a mad dash for the exit the crew's leader getting caught up in the flood out the door.

Once the last person left the building the building the kid's attention returned to the frozen thugs, "Now throw those things away so we can play".

He snapped his fingers and as ordered the crew threw their weapons over their shoulders off the stage.

"Why you little!" The one at the kids front left drew his fist back and ran up to him.

He threw his punch but the kid caught it then kneed him in the stomach then when he was bent of over and using his gun as a club wacked him on the bag sending him down to the ground. Then the one to his back right came up and tried to and his own punch but the kid spun round and held his gun up to block the punch.

"Ah!" the goon held his injured hand then the kid delivered a roundhouse kick to his head knocking him down. The other two then tried to double team him but the kid just dropped on to his hands and shot his legs out kicking the two away. Then some how he spun round then jumped up to his feet so he was now facing them.

All four goons got back on their feet and lined up, tough one was rubbing back and the other the side of his head, they looked at each other and nodded. They ran at him in a semi circle formation hoping to pin him down but the kid just smiled jumped up and used one of their heads a stepping stone to jump up higher.

The four goons spun round and looked up and saw the kid seemingly moving in slow motion. He turned round to face them, while on his side, pointed his gun at them flashed a smile and fired. A purple project flew at them and exploded on the floor in front of them. The kid hadn't missed tough as the purple lightning shot at the four from the floor and sent them flying. Two hit the wall with a groan while the other landing on their backs on the floor in font of the stage all of them groaning.

The kid landed in a crouch facing them with his gun over his shoulder his smile remaining until a cry of distress caught his ears. He looked up and standing in front of the entrance was the crew's leader with his gun pointed at the head of a girl he had in a hold.

"Don't try that snap trick again unless you want to see what her brains look like blown out!" Shouted the leader now on the verge of panic. The kid simple stood up in reply. "Now your going to let me go or you'll be just as responsible for what happens to hear got it?!"

The kid stood still for a moment his eyes yet again hidden by his hat before he slowly rose his gun to the man.

"Did you hear me!" The leader shouted "I swear to God! I'll do it! I'll-!"

The kid pushed a hidden button on his gun with his left hand before he fired three rounds cutting the scared criminal. The projectiles hit the ground at his feet releasing a cloud of smoke. The girl took advantage of her captor's surprise ducked out of his grip then made a break for in the direction of the door. The leader of the defeated crew his eyes forced closed from the smoke while he waved his gun arm around to shoo away the veil but the action proved to be in vain.

Suddenly the sound of running footsteps caught his attention followed by something sliding across the floor. He forced his eyes to open and he looked down and saw peaking out of the smoke was the muzzle of the kid's gun. Suddenly the smoke blew away revealing the kid crouching in front of him with a purple aura flaring around him.

The leader then blinked and shook his head tonight must have been getting to him because he could have sworn he saw two horns on the kids head and two gold whiskers growing from the sides of his mouth. Suddenly the aura vanished seeming sucked into the gun's canister once it was gone a computerized voice came from the weapon, "Full Charge!"

Energy gathered in front of gun's barrel in the form of an orb of purple. The kid looked up at his face with yet another smile and gave a little wave "Bye bye!"

The before he could react the kid pulled the trigger and the gun fired the blast sending the crook flying back out the door onto his back in the street. Groaning he forced his head up and over his chest he saw the kid, right hand on the brim of his hat his left in his pocket, exited the club, his feet moving in a way you could only describe as dancing. He raised his head allowing the leader to see his glowing eyes before his head dropped to the grown as he fell unconscious.

(End song)

The kid pointed his finger at the fallen criminal then made a motion like he fired a gun then flashed another smile.

"Yo Ryuta!" The kid spun his head round to face the voice and saw a guy about a year or two older then him and about a head taller than him wearing black jeans, a red shirt and a black jacket with stylized red Ms. He had his hands in his pockets and on his back was a guitar case held by a strap across his chest. He had black spikey hair that went back the way with a red streak in it and his eyes were red below a pair of eyebrows that seemed stuck in frown. what was really noticeable to anyone else was his face looked a lot like the kid's.

The kid smiled, "Sup Momotaros?"

(Insert…that saxophone tune that plays whenever the Taros are being funny)

The stranger expression went from neutral to one of extreme annoyance.

"Aak!" he pointed at the kid and took a few angry steps forward. "Oi! Gaki! What have I told you about dropping my honorific?!"

"Okay Momotaros-baka~," he grinned cheekily at the stranger before quickly finding himself in a tight choke hold.

"You really are my greatest enemy!" the stranger growled while the kid slapped at the arm across his neck to get it to let go in vain.

Suddenly a siren accompanied by flashing red and blue lights got their attention.

"Hmm?" the two turned their heads to their right, the stranger loosing his grip, and saw a police car come to a stop in front of the dance club. The doors opened and two police officers dressed in white shirts, black ties and black pants held up by suspenders and for some reason they wore sun glasses at night.

"You two! Don't move!" One of the officers with black hair and a beard pointed his gun at the two while his partner ran to the entrance of the club.

The stranger gave an annoyed sigh knowing he'll get grief about this later "I so don't want to deal with this right now."

"On it!" The kid announced cheerily and held his left arm straight up in the air ready to snap his fingers.

Before he could use his powers he felt a grip on his up held wrist. He looked up and saw the stranger's left hand he the looked over his shoulder to the stranger's fed up expression, "I think you've done enough already."

The kid frowned then forced himself out of the stranger's hold, crossed his arms over his chest, puffed out his cheeks and pouted like a child, "Hmpf!"

"Tch!" the stranger put his hands on his hips and shook his head while rolling his eyes looking up at the sky where the shattered moon shone bright.

(Song end)

Author's Note(s): Prologue complete. (Phew)

This one was especially tough for me considering Ryutaros' fighting style incorporates dancing and I am NOT a dancer, apologies in advance for any cringe worthy dance/fight scenes I write in the future. Him sneaking around the room and taking out the goons one by one was influenced by the Batman Arkham series, love those games.

I had considered using Junior's club for this trailer but I couldn't make that work in a way I liked. If you're confused about the ending be patient all will be revealed in time.

Anyway hope your all looking forward to the story and please leave a review.