Remnants of the Realms.

Multiple oneshots of different RWBY universes, some happy, some sad, some fluffy, some inspired by other works of art, some that will make you question your choice to read this… maybe more than some.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just liked the thought of doing something like these little stories, hope you enjoy.

Inspired by the John Wick films, spoilers if you haven't somehow seen them, would recommend to anyone who is a fan of action flicks, they are how action should be showed.

'Oh'

The bike roared through the streets as the man upon it laughed out loud, his body shaking from the extra adrenaline that was wearing off after the chore to get this bike from its previous owner.

He signalled behind him to his guys that they were where they needed to be and he pulled into the garage, the roar of the powerful engine interrupting the work of the mechanics who all looked up and then rolled their eyes; It was just Mercury Black being a monumental pr-

"Hey Pine! Need a new set of plates for this one, maybe a new colour spray as well, not a fan of all the yellow." The rambunctious man called out as he dismounted with a swing of his legs, almost losing his balance, seems like perhaps his boots were too big for him.

Which is precisely what Oscar Pine thought to himself as he heard the voice call out to him, he had not turned around because he knew it was going to give him a headache. Who could have known running such a prominent and infamous garage would come with the hang up of dealing with Mercury Black and his band of merry idiots, all thinking they were the big bad gangsters that they were… he sometimes wished Marcus would really teach his son the true order of the world so that he could perhaps learn some respect for those who had been in the business for long enough to know better than to show boat like he always did.

"Yeah man, maybe a nice chrome colour would work better for you." Oh and Winchester was here as well, fantastic. With his three other stooges that followed Mercury around at the orders of his father to keep him from pissing off the wrong people, like how he almost botched the deal a few years back with the White Fang.

Turning around Oscar was prepared to put the 'smile' on his face and make the deal, get these guys out of here when he was stunned into silence at what he saw.

A bright yellow and dark black that went together better than anyone thought they could.

Oscar Pine knew that bike.

What was more, Oscar Pine knew who owned that bike.

And Hell hath no demon that could keep Death from coming upon these people.

"Yo Pine! You hear me?" Ignoring what Mercury said Oscar continued to stare at the bike and he made a very quick calculation in his head, calling it a calculation might have misled people into thinking it was difficult in any way; this was not difficult.

"Do you know who's bike this is?"

Mercury did not get the tone that he asked the question in, none of them did. Save Penny who looked over with a raised eyebrow that her boss was so scared and then shot a worrying look at the bike again before realisation struck.

"Some chick that didn't want to pay up, but we took care of her."

He swallowed. "You kill her?" Almost hopeful, very almost, she was still a friend after all.

"Nah."

Oscar had to close his eyes.

"We sure fucked up her dog though."

His eyes opened and he fixed the bike with a glare then turned it on Mercury, disguised under a false smile. "You fucked up her dog? That's what you did?"

"Hell yeah man, shit was awesome!"

Oscar shook his head and waved them off as he turned around shortly, then he struck with a hard right cross, he was pretty sure that he broke Mercury's nose. The child should count himself lucky, that pain was the least of his problems because of what was to come.

Mercury hit the shop floor and the other boys made to pull their guns, but Oscar didn't just hire mechanics, he also hired them for bodyguards, he ran the business and they kept it safe, none more so than Penny and soon the boys all realised this was not a shootout they would win, especially with the way she had twin pistols pointed at their heads. "Get out - get out of my shop now!"

Picking himself up Mercury sputtered as he drew his weapon and pointed it at Oscars back, he would be dead before he even pulled the trigger but Penny knew he was now spoken for, she would aim to incapacitate at best, she was combat ready after all. "Did you just lose your shit Pine?! We own you!"

Marching back up to the young Black and then grabbing the gun and holding it to his head Oscar glared across the barrel. "Go ahead then." He snarled at the boy, eyes filled with venom.

Cardin seemed to come to his senses and pulled Mercury away who stomped over to the bike and hopped on it. "Marcus is not going to like this."

Scoffing Oscar turned around, not before uttering words that surely the man would know what they meant when his time came. "Well I tell you this; he might not like it, but he sure as fuck is gonna understand it."

Oscar didn't watch as he heard the engines all take of in the direction of Vale proper, their little chop shop was on the outskirts, perfect for dealing both under and over the table, both completing the requests of the King of the bowery and also whatever high table idiot wanted, honestly sometimes Roman was a lot easier to deal with that any of the emissaries were.

Penny walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder that he returned with his own hand. "Boss?"

"I'm gonna get some glasses, I imagine she will want a drink before heading into Vale, you can tell the guys to finish up for the night, you too."

"She is my friend as well."

"I know; but it just won't be the nicest of conversations."

"Always looking out for me."

"Well you always do it for me don't you?"

Two hours later Oscar was sitting there when the phone rang, you might think it was a phone ringing, but no this was THE phone, the phone that with a dial he could be connected to the best weaponsmith in the world (who he really needed to send a letter congratulating her on her wedding), could connect him to the best cleaning and removal service there was (Jaune and his team were unmatched across Remnant, so much that he had even branched out to Mistral) and it could also connect him to some of the most ruthless killers across Remnant, as well as mob bosses like the one calling him right now.

"Oscar speaking."

There was a beat of silence when he could hear Marcus breathing, the calm before the storm.

"I heard you struck my son."

Not a question, so Oscar could respond as he liked. "I did indeed."

"Might I ask why?" He was so deadly calm, Oscar had heard this before but he knew it was act.

"Because he stole Bumblbee… and killed a lovely dog named Zwei."

More silence, only this time Oscar could not hear the breathing on the phone, no, because right now Marcus was staring out right across at possibly the last look across the city he might ever get in the coming few days, he then uttered the word that he thought summed up the whole situation very perfectly.

"Oh."

Hanging up the phone Marcus headed back inside to see his son sat there ready and waiting, the nose had stopped bleeding but still had a crock to it, honestly Marcus thought he should add to it in that moment, but he decided against it, simply pulling his son from his seat and punching him hard in the stomach, watching with no emotion as he fell to the floor gasping for air, pain dancing across his face.

"F-father what have I done?"

Sitting on the edge of his desk, Marcus let his fury out with his words. "You stupid boy; it is not what you have done that angers me so, it is who you did it too."

"What that fucking nobody?! That chick was just some hot bitch, should have done more while we had he-"

"That 'fucking nobody'." Marcus took a swig of his whiskey, he would need something stronger for later, he needed something far stronger right now.

…

"Is Blake Belladonna."

…

The horror that bloomed over Mercury's face was instant as he realised just what had happened, then it was replaced with confusion. "Who?"

Taking a deep sigh and then looking far off into the past, before his son, before his entire empire was born from nothing. "She was once an associate of ours, then she wanted out… all because she had found love, so I gave her a task; an impossible task." He took another drink and then faced the fireplace. "The bodies she buried that day, laid the foundation on what we stand right now."

"But I don't-" Marcus cut him off by marching right up to him and getting right in his son's face.

"See nobody doubted that she could do anything else, but that task was to great even for her… she had a different name you might know her by; Salem."

"The Grimmwoman?"

"See now Blake wasn't the Grimmwoman, she was who you sent to kill the Grimmwoman… and you, just a few days after her wife's death, stole her bike and killed her dog."

"Father I can make this right."

"How on Remnant can you make this right!"

"By finishing what I started."

"Did you not listen to a fucking word I said? Blake will come for you, she will come for me, she will come for everything we hold dear to us, we are already dead." He shoved Mercury towards the door and gestured for one of his men to get him out of the room. "Get the fuck out of my sight."

Taking a swig of his drink again he placed the glasses on his eyes and went through his book while he stood above his own personal scroll, able to connect him to some of the best assassins in the business that might be able to help out. Nikos wouldn't, she was now Arc's personal bodyguard and you never mess with the cleaners, maybe Cinder? But the woman was a survivor above everything else so the contract would need to be high… Maybe NDGO? The Happy Huntress', no they were at the wedding and they loved Yang, then that rules out SNNN. Although Blake had been retired for nearly five and a half years now, perhaps she had truly left the life behind.

One way to find out.

RINGRINGRI- click

Silence.

"Hello Blake."

More silence.

"I want to offer my condolences about your wife."

The quiet stretched on.

"Are we not alike you and I Blake? Let us not resort to our base instic-"

-Click-

She had hung up the phone and Marcus found himself letting out a shudder of breath when Watts then stepped forward after seeing his boss put down the phone. "Sir?"

"Task a crew." He whispered back as he took a seat.

"H-how many?"

"How many do you have?"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Opening the door, Ciel tilted her head to the side as she looked in the rest of the house and then looked at the person who had answered the door, Blake stood there with her signature suit on and a look of determination on her face.

Ciel removed her beret. "Evening Blake."

"Evening Ciel. Noise complaint?"

"Noise complaint."

"Sorry about that."

"You working again?"

"No just sorting some stuff out."

"Okay… goodnight Blake."

"Goodnight Ciel."

Walking back into her house she paused next to her phone as she picked it up with one hand and dialed a familiar number while using her other hand to stroke the picture of Yang and her on the day of their wedding, Yang had never looked so beautiful than she did in that one moment and Blake thinks it was captured perfectly, because while Yang is looking at the camera… all she can do is stare at the most perfect woman in the world and wonder how on earth they got to find each other.

"Arc's cleaners how can I help?"

"Hey Jaune, any chance I can get a spot of dry cleaning booked?"

There was a brief moment of quiet over the line and then his voice spoke up again with almost a tightness to it. "How many loads?"

"Fourteen."

"We'll be over soon."

Taking the next thirty minutes to sit in the chair that she always sat in, Blake held the picture and simply looked into it with a fond smile, ignoring the number of dead bodies around her and the blood that covered her knuckles as well, and even the bullet casings she had fired from her weapon.

The lilac of her eyes would always astound her, how could it be that perfectly purple? Such an enchanting colour that so very quickly became her favourite in the whole universe, a colour that she always loved when it locked onto her own.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Opening the door Blake was greeted by a mop of blond hair and for a moment she allowed herself to be taken into a different moment before she noticed the deep sky blue eyes filled with a different kind of warmth, a friendly and supporting warmth.

"Hey Blake."

She gave a small smile, she hadn't seen Jaune since the funeral, hadn't spoken to anyone since the funeral actually. "Hey Jaune."

"Hello again!" Came the nervous tone of voice from the red haired vision that popped up from behind Jaune's back, giving Blake a small wave as she accompanied the nervous movement.

"Hey Pyrrha." The red haired woman then moved forward into the house, eyes taking in the bodies and the mess that had been made, meanwhile Jaune stepped up to Blake and placed a supportive hand on her shoulder, he had always had this calming affect about him that made the other person feel as though they were understood and supported.

"Long day?"

Blake snorted as she then leant into the hug, she wasn't sure how long she was there but it was until Pyrrha had finished her look around the house to take in the now dead visitors. "All safe Jaune." She said softly, as she looked at him and her friend.

"Great work Pyrrha, I'll bring in the guys now Blake." Pyrrha then took Blake off to one side as Jaune directed around his cleaners and then they all got to work. Blake could remember a time when she encountered Jaune on a job once, she was actually working with Pyrrha back then when they stumbled across a dead end to the person they were hunting, and then he had pieced it all together in an instant once he noticed the stuff they must have used to remove the evidence. He tried to tag a long but he was useless with a gun, his strengths most certainly lied in every other area than fighting, something that complimented Pyrrha perfectly.

Blake remembered a bet she had with Yang whether those two were gonna get together before Ruby and Weiss or after… Yang technically owed her money, and for betting against her own sister no less.

"All done – no, fee for this Blake."

"Table doesn't like when you pick sides Jaune."

"The table can go screw itself, you're our friend and we love you, I choose that over some organisation that I'm not actually a part of." Pyrrha then coffed politely. "Oh and also do you really think they could take Pyrrha?"

No, they couldn't, Blake never thought about trying to kill Pyrrha, and she dreaded the day where that might even be a possibility. "Be safe you two."

"Let us know if you need us."

Upon entering Beacon, Blake was shocked at how different the place looked, different entrance, furniture, even the guests milling about had a different air to them as well. Walking up to the front desk she was met with a stern looking woman with long blond hair, she looked older than Blake, but she seemed to be in a state of perpetual beauty, she could imagine Yang's voice coming to her right now. 'Damn, if I wasn't married to one hot piece I would certainly try my luck there!'

"Miss Belladonna?"

"Yes."

"I have you for one night?"

"Might be more depending on business."

"I see."

Taking a look around Blake brought up what she hoped remained the same. "So when did the place get a face lift?"

"Around six years ago, but I assure you, she really isn't all that different."

"Same owner?"

"Same owner."

Nodding and sliding a gold lien across the counter, Blake picks up her bag and makes to head to her room and then to the lounge.

"Hello Ozpin."

"Blake? As I live and breathe, what brings you back into the fold?"

A beat of silence settled around the lounge. "Mercury Black."

"Are you sure about this Blake?"

"Jaune and Pyrrha already tried, so did Oscar and Penny, I got a call from Ruby on the way over here and Qrow even sent me a text, I'm doing this… so either help or get out of my way."

Ozpin sighed. "You know the rules Blake, no business on Academy grounds… have a drink; on the house."

So as she takes a drink, so too does her victim across Vale, he rests in this massage parlour with numerous different men in suits milling around him as he sings with his friends when the one known as Junior marches up and snatches the bottle out of his hands.

"Hey!"

"I am not being paid to baby sit a drunk."

"You scared of the Grimmwoman? Cause I'm not."

Squinting his eyes at the stupid boy, Junior then points his finger right in his face. "You should be."

Outside with the pounding music being heard from the street Elm took a long drag of her cigarette before she flet the brush of a barrel against her ear. "Evening Elm."

"Miss Belladonna."

"You look good Elm, you put on muscle."

"…Yes, thirty pounds."

"Impressive, why don't you take the night off."

"Thank you Ma'am."

Blake then snuck into the club/massage parlour and within minutes she was heading out, clutching her side as blood seeped through her fingers, answering the scroll that was going off in her hand. "Cardin are you there?! It was Belladonna!"

"Cardin's dead, and your next."

Those words had haunted Mercury for the night and well into the next day and it was not helped by the way that one of the guards watching him was listening to a song by Weiss fucking Schnee on the radio. "Can you turn that shit of-!"

The guard fell dead as a high powered rifle round went through his head, and Mercury was sprinting for the exit when a bullet tore through his thigh and sent him falling down the stairs right into a crumple, he tried to make his way across the floor towards where the bike was parked so that he could get away, crawling over the dead bodies of his men when he was kicked in the stomach and rolled over, looking into the eyes once again of the woman that wanted to bring him to death.

"It was just a fucking do-"

BANG