Justinian found himself using his weekend for a trip to Vale. As he walked, he knew he was being followed. By who, you ask? By a certain team of four young huntresses-in-training, RWBY. Honestly, this was nothing new. Likely spurred on by Yang Xiao Long, the team would follow him in an attempt to learn something about the newest teacher. Many students saw him as a bit of a mystery. After all, he wasn't much older than them, having just graduated the year before, and none of the students could ever really predict what he would do. Hell, a few days ago he fell out of the sky, nearly landing on Jaune, and brushed it off like it was nothing.

This was the third time they followed him into town. He would usually go about his day and ignore them. They would get distracted by something, he never knew what, and go away after a while. This time, however, he was on a schedule and couldn't afford waiting for them get bored. He walked into the crowd and, once obscured by the population, he took out a vial and ran the contents through his hair. The bright blue of his hair dripped away to reveal brilliant orange. He draped a white coat over his vest and removed his glasses. Once he exited the mass of people, he looked like a brand new person. He saw team RWBY looking around and arguing about where he went.

He continued walking to a local bar owned by one Hei Xiong, often called Junior. When he opened the door, the employees went silent. As he walked toward the counter, Junior was watching him like a hawk. He was confused, while also tense and ready for anything. Almost like he was expecting a fight.

"Torchwick?"

Justinian sat at the bar. "Strawberry Sunrise. On the rocks."

Junior let out a sigh of relief. "Hey Constantine. One sec." Junior prepared the drink and placed it in front of the teacher. "So, why are you here this time?"

Constantine took a sip of his drink, "Why am I ever here, Junior?"

Junior sighed. "Yeah, yeah. More information, then?"

"Always."

"What about this time?"

After another sip and a moment of silence created a bit of tension. "My brother."

Junior froze. "You have a brother?"

"Yep, and you are going to tell me where he is."

"I didn't even know you had a brother."

"Come on, Junior. The resemblance is uncanny."

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In an abandoned warehouse, we find Roman Torchwick and Neo doing inventory on their latest haul. Well, that's not really true. Roman was doing all the work while Neo sat and eat ice cream. Roman finally got fed up with her behavior. "You know, you could help."

Neo just sat there in silence, ignoring him.

"I'm starting to wonder why you're here at this point."

A loud explosion interrupted Roman's rant. There was now a large hole in the side of one of the walls. Standing in the center, was a young man with orange hair and blue eyes. He wore a white coat and dark, almost black but still not quite, pants and equally dark shoes. "Hello, Roman." The man's voice was familiar to the master thief. He knew the man, and this knowledge made him freeze. He couldn't move.

Seeing this, Neo rolled her pink and brown eyes and stood up from her ice cream. She walked toward the intruder and let a smile cross her face. Finally. A fight. She now stood directly in front of the young man and looked him in the eye. Sort of. If he hadn't been looking down toward her, it wouldn't have worked. She blinked and her eye colors switched places. She was taunting him, waiting for him to make the first move. He did, but not how she expected.

He planted a kiss on her forehead and walked around her as she froze in confusion. "Roman, you and I have some business."

"H-hey, Constantine… I'm a bit busy. So can we reschedule?"

Neo regained her composer and was furious. She aimed a strike right to the back of his head. She was going to knock him flat on his ass for that. When she hit him with her parasol, it just… stopped. He didn't flinch at all.

"Won't work." The man, Constantine, didn't even turn around. "My semblance has made my skin stronger than steel. There's nothing you can do to hurt me."

Neo was pissed. But she knew a sure fire solution for this. She drew her sword from her umbrella. I'll kill you! You piece of…

Before she could finish her thought, he reached back and grabbed her arm. His grip was strong, she wasn't getting away. "Roman, tell me you didn't hire her. She hardly seems to listen."

Roman was caught between a rock and a hard place. It came down to who he was most scared of. On the one hand, Neo, the psychotic little bundle of hurt. On the other, Constantine. No contest. "I didn't hire her. My boss made us work together."

"You have a boss? You? Roman, the master criminal, who left home to become the ruler of the Vale underground?"

Neo blinked in confusion. They know each other? Wait… he sold me out!? I'll kill him for that! She then found herself sitting down at the table with a new bowl of ice cream. What?

"Well," Roman gave a nervous chuckle. "You work fast."

Constantine brushed it off. "Not likely. She's condescending and a bit psychotic. Get passed all that, and it might work." He turned toward Roman again. "Now," he held out his arms toward the chime boss. "…come give your little brother a hug."

Neo nearly chocked on her ice cream. She couldn't tell you when precisely she started eating from the bowl Constantine gave her. Come on, it's ice cream! She wasn't going refuse ice cream. Especially not her favorite flavor, Neapolitan (you are what you eat, after all). Brothers!?

Roman was still visibly nervous. "I'd rather not."

"Aw, now I'm sad. If you have cold feet about hugging your only brother…" A twisted smile spread across Constantine's face. "Perhaps a quick warm up is in order." With a flick of his wrists, a pillar of fire erupted from each sleeve. The fire charged the dust surrounding him and exploded. The dust cleared and he stood undeterred by the explosion, the fire from his wrists now out.

"Well… that was a waste of good dust."

Constantine laughed. "Your little friend doesn't seem to mind."

Little?! Neo stood after hearing that and looked toward Roman's brother with an uncontrollable blood lust. You are so dead! She charged toward him, using her parasol as a blunt instrument. She was going to break every bone in his body and stomp on what's left until he's nothing but goo!

You can, no doubt, see a pattern here. As she struck the young man, it bounced off and he caught her hand again. "Made you mad, did I?"

Neo couldn't hear him. With thoughts of how she'll kill him and make him suffer filling her mind. She wanted nothing more than to kick in his teeth. In fact… She moved to allow her ample room for said strike and landed a clean kick to the mouth that offended her. When he didn't react… Again?! …she reeled back again and landed another kick to his face. She repeated this for maybe two minutes. Finally, she gave up. What the hell?!

"Are you done?"

Neo looked toward him, her eyes shifting to a combination of brown and white. She knew she couldn't hurt him, but she really wanted to.

"Good." He released her arm and returned her parasol. "I suggest you channel that anger into a more productive outlet."

Neo wasn't sure what to do at this point. She couldn't really do anything at thing point. So, she decided to return to her ice cream. Which is now melted… Damn it.

Constantine chuckled and handed her a small bowl of ice cream, one of the ones Neo kept in a secret stash hidden in one of the dust crates.

She was about to question how he knew about it, but she really wanted the ice cream. So she just took it and sat down to enjoy it.

Roman was clearly impressed. "Huh… you were actually able to calm her down?"

"Not the person you should be concerned about Roman."

It was here that the crime lord suddenly remembered his brother was the man to calm Neo. He slowly turned to meet his brother's eyes. Roman nearly jumped, seeing the insatiable rage in his blue eyes. "S-so… what brings you to my little warehouse?"

"I have a few questions for you Roman."

"Um… okay."

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An hour later:

Roman, Constantine, and Neo were sitting at the table. Constantine had asked him fairly standard, brotherly questions. "How have you been?" "Have you been eating enough?" "Are you and Neo dating?" (The answers of which were "fine," "Yes," and "Hell No!"). The last question caught Roman off guard. "Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"You set out to become a master criminal. Now you're here, working for some shadowy figure. I just figured you would be running Vale by now."

"You're insulting me, aren't you?"

"No. I'm mocking you. You don't need my help to insult you."

Neo cracked off a chuckle at his.

"Oh, ha ha."

"So…" a devilish smile spread across Constantine's face. Roman hated this smile. Every time he saw it, Constantine was about to say something that would make him cringe at its accuracy. "Little Roman is scared of his boss?"

"Little? I'm older than you!"

"But you admit you're afraid of this 'boss'."

Roman was silent a moment. "I hate you."

"Hate you too, bro." Constantine stood up and stretched. "Well, I'm done here. See you around." As he was about to walk away, he stopped. "Oh, right." He pulled out a lighter and placed it on the table. "Found this on some poor chick in town. Considering it has your symbol on it, pretty sure it's yours."

"Uh… thanks."

"No problem. Oh, and Neo, was it?"

Neo looked toward Roman's brother and nodded.

"If you're interested in another round…" He reached into his pocket and placed a card in front of her. "…then give me a call." With that he walked away and left through the hole in the wall.

Neo picked up the card. Professor Justinian?

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King: Hello there everybody? Getting bored of my style yet? Well, we have a bit of a reveal with this chapter. What do you think? Too much? Oh well. This is my story and this is how it goes. If you wanted something different, than ask. No requests, you get more stuff like this.