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Look Underneath the Underneath	By : HumpTheBump Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: The Underworld.
Note, alright my little crazy kittens, here is another story for y'all and you may perhaps recognize this very theme I'm using.
Yes indeed, it is my attempt at an All for One Story...Rwby Edition!
Now you'll probably be wondering how an All for One semblance would work to take semblances that are products of aura, an energy of the soul? Well Aura, as everyone knows, is an energy locked away until either unlocked in a variety of methods. It is still a physical part of your body.
It's how Beacon could track aura levels which is an energy produced by the soul so that alone wouldn't have been possible to be measured so in order for something so impossible to be seen, it needs to be somewhere in the body to be measured, much like an organ or a tumor.
And semblances are like quirks, muscles that can be used and trained with. Again someone like Glynda Goodwitch couldn't have that level of control during the first EP from the gates opening, she needed training to get to that level of skill.
Anyway, this story will follow a heavily different theme while sticking closely to the original vision aka, an Anti Hero AFO.
This story was made between me and my co author unlimitedblades and is beta read by my boy ZergPsycho.
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What is a Semblance?
A huntsman would say that a semblance is a unique power only shown by that individual, created through aura to help battle against the forces of darkness called Grimm.
A scholar would say that a semblance was a power forged from aura and molded based on the individual's personality, history or very rarely, desire. For a semblance showcases the true color of a warrior.
Two separate but similar answers, but the underlying theme that connected them was that semblances were specialized power unique only to that person as such only one of that semblance can exist, as such no twin powers can exist at a time.
However while that single unspoken law of nature existed, it forged a semblance that turned it onto its side.
A special power to restore its natural theme, a dog eat dog world on what remnant was MEANT to be, where the strongest rules while weakest quiver.
Mother Remnant is going to fight back against the two creatures that made her into a chess board and reigned on her for too long, two relics of a forgotten age.
Both grow weak and pathetic as the time progresses, one physically while the other mentally however, despite both of them growing weak with time, they were still in fact dangerous foes towards most of Remnant's Inhabitants.
But Mother Remnant has begun her work to forge her own champion.
"ARE YOU FUCKING ME!?" A loud shout came about prompting numerous men in black uniforms to stop what they were doing from what looked like prepping inside of a night club.
Inside the room is where a dapper looking man with a white fashionable coat that has a grey tinted cane resting on his wrist, black pants with equally fashionable boots and a black bowler hat.
He had neatly combed red ginger hair with beautiful green eyes though he seemed to be chewing nervously on the cigar he had in his mouth while looking all around the room so as to not look into the eyes of the man who shouted "Y-yes sir...I've lost the men you lent me on the robbery..." he said nervously.
Roman Torchwick, the Gentleman Thief who can laugh at scores of police men, cars and huntsmen and huntresses who attempt to arrest or kill him was deeply afraid of the man he had to report too.
He may have been forced to saddle with the fire bitch named Cinder Fall but she was poultry to the man that he TRULY fears, Fire magic was all well and good but the power to steal, use and give semblances was something well beyond even the likes of magic.
The blonde man who yelled groaned as he slumped back into a chair while running a clothed white gloved hand over his face which hid his facial features.
The blonde man was wearing a full piece grey suit that may look formal yet it was made with a material that can stretch to its limits. While a light beige trench coat was draped over his shoulders that solidified his look of a gang leader.
"...Roman...what did I say before I lent members of Xiong Family to you?" The man said while keeping his hand over his face.
Roman gulped then puffed out a cloud of smoke from his nostrils "'...do not let my complacency be seen as weakness, the men I'm sending is not due to the acceptance of your request...it's an investment for a future profit' those were your exact words...sir..." the ginger man said as he was genuinely worried for himself and by extension, the young girl he came to enjoy the company of.
The man puts his head down to expose a relatively young blonde face with soft ocean blue eyes, most wouldn't expect a face like this to be associated with or command someone as infamous as Roman Torchwick but the black bags showed just how tired he was "...Your right Roman, they were an investment and yet, much like gambling, I've lost it so tell me...how, in all that is holy and righteous,...did you lose five, not one or two or three or four but FIVE of my top men!? Do you realize just how slow and horrible recruitment is especially with news that the white fang is coming to town!?" Jaune shouted which Roman flinched at.
"It was...an unfortunate complication sir, I wouldn't have figured a young Huntress in Training would be at that exact location when I chose to rob it" He said which again, he couldn't stomach to look into the young man's eyes.
The blonde gangster groaned once more then putting his hand over his face once more "How long have you been a member of the Valean Collective Roman?" He asked the man.
The Valean Collective was by far the most ambitious move in the criminal underworld which four gangs of the kingdom merged together as a way to work together and it did, far more than most would've expected yet only one to have caused such a change and it was the blonde man himself who has a startling way with words and inspiration.
Due to that, the Blonde Gangster was elected by the crime gangs and the members to be the Overboss, a new position that gave someone command over crime bosses of multiple factions.
"Eight Months...Sir" Roman said as he looked down again as back then, he was thrown out from the grizzlies, the original gang that the flamboyant man had worked for, due to his...unique... qualities and ideas that could've brought a lot of profit but they specialized in separate fields that couldn't make full use of his talents or abilities of his partner in crime.
"Yes, I've taken you off the streets, gave you the hat on your head and a purpose for you to focus on. I did this out of the kindness of my heart but as well as an investment for a loyal man whom I wouldn't have to worry about so I can focus on international matters. But now, my faith in you is starting to waiver. Do you know what happened to Tim when he started...Operating under my nose or so he thought?" The blonde gangster asked as he sat back up fully to stare down at the man who shrunk into the velvet tinted leather seat.
"He...h-he...was d-dealt with..." The gentleman thief answered as he gulped a bit of air, the man, The Overboss was considered kind and understanding as he would see the bigger picture then anyone but anyone messed with him, his gangs, his artifacts, the man was really big in collecting items that is rumored to have been around since ancient times but claimed to have remnants of magic.
But the one thing everyone is warned to never, EVER, do and that was undercutting or messing up the mans 'PROFITS'
"Yesssss. He was dealt with, I like to think of myself easy, I've often dealt with failed investments and cut my losses. It's expected in our line of work but I don't repeat those actions again in fear of the profits but I particularly hate those who try to steal from me. You want money? Ask me directly and I wouldn't mind tossing a few grand your way but directly cutting it from the tap...you surely understand my feelings on that"
"Y-Yes... , I've understood that my...robbery didn't provide the intended margins but I'll make it up! The woman who hired me said she needed dust and had money to pay our people! She claims that she can double your bad profits" Roman said as he had hoped the promise of greater money and influence would entice the man.
Jaune Arc, Overboss of the Valean Collective, didn't look impressed and that was a feat for the man as any 'promises' of greater wealth was enticing yet the boss had failed to see any fruits of such promise "Forgive me if I don't readily believe your claims of greater wealth Roman, but I'll give you a second chance, you'll continue to answer to this...Woman but make it known to her that if another failed stunt happens again then I'll be removing you from your place and putting you somewhere else. Understand?"
"Yes sir! I'll make your displeasure completely clear to her but... she-...." The gentleman thief started to say but held his tongue which prompted the blonde man to raise an eyebrow only for Roman to shake his head "I'll make your displeasure known and the ultimatum clear. May...may I leave now? It's been a long night"
Jaune narrowed his eyes before sighing "Leave, I'll deal with you on Monday." Jaune said, prompting the red headed thief to get up from his seat to start leaving until the young man's voice spoke up "Roman...Do you know the difference between an Error and a Mistake?"
The said man looked over his shoulder, obviously confused by the question "Sir?"
"It's only a mistake...if you refuse to correct it, as I see it, my investment is an error of judgement on my end so don't believe it's your fault, I'll be correcting it only once. Don't let my faith in your abilities be considered as a mistake"
Roman seemed to nod in a mixture of fear and relief as not only will he not be replaced, let go or worse, KILLED, but he seemed to have garnered enough good fortune to have Jaune Arc believe in him.
The man leaves the office which left the blonde man alone with one other that was in the room, another man that was watching and listening "He's hiding something Boss, do you think it was wise to let him go without any form of punishment? It's probably going to be seen as favoritism."
"It would be if any of those bumbling idiots had any qualities then I'd be more inclined to not use Roman as much as I have but no, they are useless in most areas so I need him and a few others. They are good for numbers and muscle. THAT'S ALL!" The blonde gangster shouted from the cracked open door that a couple of groans were heard from the two guards that are always posted outside of the man's office.
The other figure nodded then stepping outside of the shadows showing a muscular portly man with a black beard and his hair was buzzed cut, he was wearing a slightly greyer suit with a black tie though having red and gold shades over his eyes exposed his allegiance to the Xiong Family, one of the older crime families in vale.
"Agreed, Not sure why I keep those idiots around other than the fact that outside of work, they are somewhat bearable to be around" The man said walking over to sit in the seat that the fashionable thief had sat moments prior.
"I actually like them, the weekly yoga classes are great to catch up on my employees and to hear the latest gossip! Plus my glutes look amazing" Jaune said, having reverted from hard working boss to his true state of mind, a bumbling 17 year old boy with a dorky side and a love for all things that a teen boy enjoys.
"Anyway, Junior. Did you look into this 'Mystery' Woman that Roman suddenly decided to start working with? I want to know if this is going to impact my margins" Jaune asked, having gotten serious for the moment.
Junior seemed to scratch his beard with his right hand, it was his way of thinking and did so if he had nothing in mind "Well, I have been looking and I've been through my entire spy network yet the only thing I can discern is that she isn't from vale, she managed to rope in the White Fang for whatever purpose and somehow recruited Mercury Black, the son of the families personal assassin"
Jaune seemed to nod then closed his eyes to reflect on the information, Marcus Black was a highly favored mercenary to the blonde gangster, Jaune always sent a lot of work towards the man for his brutal 100% efficiency.
Even at one point the Overboss had the pleasure to meet the man personally with Marcus saying at one point 'Keep the lien flowing and I'll deal with whatever problems you have' so having learned that the best mercenary money can buy had suddenly parished was a blow to the game.
Due to this Jaune had to make more use of his own men and they weren't at Marcus's level, it wasn't the same.
"Didn't realize Marcus had a son, how did we miss that?" Jaune said curiously
Junior seemed to shrug at this and continued "And lastly, our mystery woman has a street rat in her employ and she seems to have a strong semblance to allow her to cause people to suffer hallucinations and witness things that don't exist" With that rid bit had caused the blonde man to look extremely curious, while it is a known fact that Jaune loved money, no question, but what he loved almost as equally was the prospect of powerful semblances.
Jaune Arc's own semblance is incredibly powerful for other semblance holders, his is called 'Steal' which allows the blonde man to steal, use as if they were his own while also capable giving semblances to other people with ease and the amazing thing is, these semblances are molded effortlessly with their aura yet they don't take the slot of their original semblance so one can be given a semblance while still retaining the possibility to awaken their original power.
The aspect and lure of an added semblance coupled with their original has been enticing to a lot of people.
"Interesting, and such a semblance can be used in a myriad of ways. Anything else? Their 'Movement' in the city?" The blonde leader asked the informant.
Junior shook his head "Nope, none, whatever they are doing is so good that they aren't easily noticed by my extensive spy network"
Jaune seemed to grit his teeth as he hated unruly or rogue elements that could jeopardize his work, though sighing while getting up from the boss chair "Right, just talking about this isn't going to produce anything but theories, and theories aren't good for business because they hold no amount of fact. I'll see you on Monday Junior, and make sure things run smoothly in my absence"
Junior seemed to nod at this prompting both to shake their hands then continued onto their day.
The Blonde Man was walking down the darkened streets of vale while seemingly in thought of what's been happening recently and it's starting to get worrisome for both his profits of lien and his own men.
So approaching what looked like a normal apartment complex in downtown vale which was one of few false covers that worked in jaunes favor to keep the Valean police force from digging too deep.
The suited man walks on the bottom floor aka the ground floor to approach door 103, Jaune pulls out a ring with a few keys to unlock the door.
Upon opening the door and entering the apartment, loud noises came from the living room with a gruff voice shouting "Aw come on! Your fucking blind ref!" With the blonde man raising an eyebrow while walking into the living room.
Pretty bare outside of a large tv, coffee table that looked suspiciously littered with chicken thigh bones, several empty cups of buffalo ranch and two large buckets of chicken wings and thighs.
Strangely, Jaune never remembered leaving all this behind before heading to work nor remembered having a grey shirted black haired man with beady red eyes shouting at the battle ball sports channel in his living "Hey there kiddo! Hope you don't mind, my TVs satellite...exploded for whatever reason so I needed to watch a battle ball on your tv" the man chuckled nervously, especially since the dead panned look that the blonde man was giving him.
Jaune seemed to sigh and run his hand through his worn and frizzled blonde hair "...Qrow, when I offered to give you a key to my home. I'd initially expected you to water my personal garden but I didn't really say you can lay on my couch, drink my beer and eat here. At Least you have the foresight to not use the money I left as an emergency..." Jaune said only for his eyes to snap open into a heated glare as the crimson eyed man seemed to sweat nervously and etching away from him
"...God dammit Qrow..." The Blonde Gangster said to the man.
-Meanwhile-
"Is that so Roman? Need I remind you what will happen if you fail to get the dust I need, the support that I need to ensure my plans go smoothly" a woman with a smooth and seductive voice spoke through the white tinted scroll scroll while a red haired man was sitting on what looked like an expensive bed.
"I've told you before Cinder, isn't just some guy you can put down to further yourself. He's a tactical genius! And he's not as forgiving as many try to imagine, screw with him once then that was on him but multiple times is gonna get you under his radar! I'm already under review for that botched operation! One more failed robbery and I'm going to be reassigned!" The gentleman thief shouted with worry and despair, he reached upwards to smoke on what looked like a hastily smoked cigar most likely due to stress.
"And that was your fault wasn't it? If he 'does' reassign you then mark me down for a meeting and I'll show him who the real top dog is, understand? The mission I have is important, far more important than some insignificant bug" The woman said as if she fully believed in her words.
The line cuts indicating that the woman ended the line before the red haired dapper man could retort, Roman slowly lowered the scroll in horror before roaring in anger while throwing the closest object in rage which was the scroll in his hand.
The Criminal Man threw the scroll at the wall which shattered upon contact before falling helplessly onto the floor, Roman groaned as he took off his hat then furiously ran his fingers through his disheveled hair from the night he just have, almost reaching over to the cane that laid next to him when a bowl of three different color ice cream entered his vision.
Roman looked up to see the other occupant of the apartment that he owned alongside, the girl had a similar outfit to himself with her jacket significantly higher exposing her midsection.
Her hair half was chocolate brown while the other was strawberry pink, her eyes were the same different colors though sometimes they switched for whatever reason but she was displaying worry and offered some ice cream.
For as long as the red haired thief had known the younger and significantly shorter girl, she NEVER shared her ice cream, even threatening him with her personal weapon ' ' when the red haired man wanted a nice sweet treat yet was met with a sharp and glistening blade.
So for the young girl to offer her own personal treat to him due to the obvious stressed look the older man was perhaps the girls nicest way of help, Roman plastered on a fake charming smile that betrayed his true feelings "No thanks Neo, just the fire bitch being a total cunt bag" technically true especially with the dust thief's feelings to his pseudo boss.
The woman 'Neo' seemed to stare down at him like she was challenging his words, the shorter ice cream girl often took charge in the apartment and Roman can't seem to do anything against the vicious woman.
The red haired man sighed as he grabbed the bowl of delicious ice cream so he didn't need to get shanked due to forsaking the 'best' treat on Remnant "Thanks..." He said as he deposited a spoonful of the cold treat into his mouth getting a loving smile from the vicious woman.
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