RWBY: Boy Named Rin

CHAPTER 18

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Roman Torchwick POV

“Tell me more about this SDC shipment that’s coming.”

Rin asked as he crossed his arms together. Roman sighed as he lit his cigar.

They were currently in one of Roman’s safehouses in Vale. To be honest, he’d much prefer to hang out in his old house that he bought with his blood, sweat and tears, but no doubt Cinder is already using it prior to his “death”.

And safehouses were more of a “last resort” kind of thing. He’d have to restock it again once all this settles down… Which might take a while.

The girl and Neo were out shopping, after what happened to his partner’s clothing during their fight. This was why he always warned Neo to get fire-resistant clothing, shit was worth it since you may never know when a flaming demon burns your clothes to dust.

Sucking and tasting the familiar smoky flavour of tobacco, he blows out smoke as he commented.

“Well, that bitch ordered me to get ready for it with those mutts before all this happened. She knew about the shipment beforehand and wanted the lot. Even told that bull to hand over the White Fang’s Bullheads for the mission.”

Just thinking about that pyromaniac caused him to frown as Rin hums.

“… And all the Dust that you stole? Where did you store it?”

That made him grin.

“Now you’re speaking like a true thief. I’ll write the address down to the warehouse, and if you’re thinking what I’m thinking…”

Rin returns the grin with his own.

“Say, would you like to get back your Dust? You did acquire them yourself, not her…”

Oh… Ohoho, this was going to be fun. A thief after his own heart.

“Of course, I don’t think Cinder would mind me taking things that were rightfully mine.”

“Perfect. Give me the details of the warehouse, and I mean every detail down. The amount of men that Cinder allocated before you “died”, the number of rooms, everything. The heist will begin in a few days after I get ready.”

Rin gets up from his seat before tapping on his Scroll, seemingly sending a message to someone.

“But first, you all need disguises. I don’t want this Cinder Fall to know that you two are still alive. I’ll get my contact to send over some gear, and don’t worry, they will fit you like a glove.”

Roman simply smirked as he covered his body like a maiden in danger.

“Oh, you pervert, how do you know about my sizes? And Neo’s?”

The demon simply rolled his eyes before shooing him away.

“Just go get something to wear for the heist. And make sure that it wouldn’t associate you to the passed Roman Torchwick.”

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Told you blue suits you.

A sentence in pink appeared in their vision before shattering like glass.

“Fuck off, Neo.”

He said with annoyance as he fiddled with his now blue hair. The damn ice cream-coloured lady forced him down as she cut his hair, his long locks of orange now short and swept to the side in a shade of navy blue.

She even threw away his makeup set, that costed a fortune! He felt so naked without his mascara...

“You know what I see? An attempt at an emo without makeup on.”

Emerald noted with a smirk on her face, which caused him to glare at her. Ugh, she is just begging to be strangled.

“Alright, no more playing. We have a heist to perform, people.”

Rin said as with a flair of blue flames, his outfit changed into his Phantom Thief attire, all without the demon mask.

Roman looked down at his clothes, at least they were chosen by him. The Gods know that if Neo chose it for him, he would have burned them himself.

Roman Torchwick wore mainly bright colours to distract and pull all the attention towards him while Neopolitan hid and struck from unexpected angles, which was the tactic whenever the duo went anywhere.

Now though, the Phantom Thief, name unchosen for now after many suggestions (He was leaning to Rin’s suggestion, Opera), wore a jet black and navy blue 2-piece suit with gold accent gloves and a silver Phantom Thieves pin on his breast pocket to complement his blue hair, along with wearing gold snake mask that reached his chin.

Roman Torchwick was flashy, Name unchosen temporarily however, was the opposite.

Neo on the other hand simply used her Semblance, Overactive Imagination, to disguise herself as a new person. Overactive Imagination has the same concept as Emerald’s, which is illusions. However, hers is physical while Emerald’s is mental.

That means that after construction, the illusion of Neo’s will last until it breaks due to damage or if her own Aura shatters. It was handy when they had to infiltrate to get blackmail of his competition. Ah, good times… Until that bitch came and ruined everything.

And what is his dear Neo disguising herself into? Jasmine, but with more… indecent clothing.

She completely ditched her whole outfit, throwing them out of the window. Instead, she wore a black skintight latex catsuit, with the tail and everything, white thigh high boots with black soles, and fingerless gloves. She did, however, bought a white fur jacket that reached to her stomach, after pestering her to at least cover herself slightly.

Sigh… Even after so many years, she was so rebellious towards him.

And so, the Phantom Thief Lynx was born with a black and red lynx mask that covered half of her face, with cat ears and all.

Oh, he definitely saw Rin shoot some glances towards the two girls wearing those skin-tight clothing, no matter how fast those onyxes of his flickered, a thief whose active for 10 years now have eyesight that loves catching minor details.

And the girly confessed while Rin was away that she was struggling. He was definitely checking them out.

Can’t blame the boy though, they were quite “revealing”. It’s the natural instincts of men to enjoy women like wine.

However, he preferred his wine’s age much older, their taste is much more… refined. After all, he wasn’t a pedophile, unlike those Atlas elites.

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White Fang Goon POV

It was supposed to be a simple job.

Guard the Dust, make sure that no one other than the boss or his associates came close to the warehouse, maybe even stab a human or two.

But why, why were the Phantom Thieves here?!

Just when the boss had something to do, dammit, what was this timing?!

Sparks flew as the demon in black sliced through their ranks like butter, shattering Aura after Aura like it was nothing. His White Fang brothers couldn’t even touch the black figure, whether it was close combat or long-range shooting, the demon simply dodged and parried every single attempt.

Worse, the demon had backup, with gunshots firing from the ceiling, shooting anything that moves. The Phantom Thieves were too coordinated with their attacks. His brothers could only fight to only die to a blade, or run and get shot in the back.

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He hid behind a crate the moment he felt something was off, his instincts yelling at him that something was going to happen before suddenly —

*CRASH!*

The sound of glass shattering caused everyone to look up.

A black figure with a white demon mask gracefully landed on the ground.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I believe there are some… Dust hidden somewhere in the area.”

“Who the hell are you supposed to be, human?”

One of his brothers growled out as the figure simply placed his hand on his chin in thought.

“… Well, I’m sure you’ve heard about us…”

Before they saw a wide grin.

“I’m the Phantom Thief, Daemon.”

That was when shit hit the fan.

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Struggling to breathe, he finally got the idea to call the boss.

With shaky hands, he fiddled with his Scroll, missing a few taps, and was just a few more steps away from calling the boss when suddenly he noticed something.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

*GRAB!*

Suddenly, an arm grabbed him from behind the crate before pulling, causing him to be thrown to a clearing. The throw caused him to lose his Scroll, so he frantically searched for it.

“Looking for this?”

The Phantom Thief said with a cocky smirk as dandling on his fingers was his Scroll. He gulps nervously.

“Y-Yes?”

“Hmmm…”

The Phantom Thief scrolled through his Scroll before dropping it to the ground, and crushing it beneath his feet.

“Sorry, Mr. Faunus, but no witnesses.”

He aims a gun at him. The goon raised his arms.

“W-Wait — !”

*BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!*