I have weird ideas. Anyway, a pre-RWBY! Yay? Featuring: ROMAN! NEO! WEISS! YAY!

CAUSE EVERYONE ASKED FOR IT, RIGHT?

Must give credit to the amazing Arieko and his butler-related PM's. Thanks, dude! ANDSTOPASKINGIFITALKEDTOYOUKNOWHO. Okay so:

I was bored. PMing with him. Hearing Mad World. Wrote this in my journal while in lunch. Details ain't important. This story is an attempt at making you laugh, cry, and question my sanity. (If you haven't already.)

I do not own RWBY, Nor pretend to. I'm just an idiotic fan writing about it. Cause she can.

Summary: Before he was a fugitive, he was a butler. And who's butler? None other than a young Weiss Schnee's.

Extra summary: Roman Torchwick wasn't always the heartless criminal we know. Before he was, he was nothing but a poor, humble man seeking a brighter future for his sister. On the point of breaking, Roman consulted the Schnee family and gained his job as a butler. He expected it to be easy and just needed the money, with no purpose of staying for over a month. But once he meets the young Schnee heiress, things take a turn for the unexpected.

Chapter 1: The Dark Days

Even if they had little to no money, they were happy.

The two siblings helped each other, one raising money for their needs while the other continued her studies, hoping for a better job in the future. No matter how hard it was for the oldest to raise her, they managed to do so. The conditions were no longer important, knowing that in the end there would always have food on the table, clothes on their backs and a roof over their heads.

That was until one day.

When he first noticed, he never thought much of it. The girl was always energetic, bouncing place to place. So as a result, he never thought much of when she would run and end up falling. It soon became frequent, but he still showed no care. Maybe she was just too clumsy.

Right?

Then came the days when she was too exhausted. Gone were the days when she bounced place to place, a smile plastered on her face and her eyes shining brightly. She now trudged through the small house, her head low and her lips sealed.

When he asked if she was okay, she would brush it off with a, "I'm just tired. I'm sure sleep would help!"

But it didn't.

Next came her inability to walk. She tried to move a leg, only to fall. She tried and tried, wanting to move. But her legs no longer wished to cooperate with her.

At this point, he was both scared and worried. With the little money he had, he rushed her over to the local hospital. When they arrived, his world was crushed.

His small, innocent sister- a girl with a shot in the world- was diagnosed with a permanent illness, one that would kill her each day.

She would soon forget to talk, her voice being lost to silence. Her movements were now limited, soon to not be able to move at all. She would no longer be able to live her life, a life she had barely begun.

Soon, she would be seated in a wheelchair, the only way to talk would be to point at a selection of letters.

And she would die alone.

The doctors informed him about a few specialized doctors, scattered all over Remnant. The bad part?

He couldn't afford them.

He couldn't afford the special treatments, the medications, the objects his sister needed. In this case, he would have to leave her all alone, watching her rot each day.

That wasn't his choice, to be exact. So first, he decided to explain to the young girl.

"Bro?" Her voice spoke softly as she laid on the hospital bed. "What's wrong with me?"

Seeing the spark in her eyes, he couldn't break the news to her.

So now that's why Roman Torchwick now stood in front of the Schnee Mansion's gates.

It was a miracle.

When he was told about the position as a miner in the Dust 'mines', he leaped at the chance. He wasn't exactly sure if it would help, but he was desperate.

Uneasily, he stared at the towering building in front of him. The mansion, which was rather known as the 'White Castle', was barely visible due to the enormous garden that lied in front. It was surely impressive.

Unlike the rest of the area, the gates were rusty and old. Ignoring his confusion, he once more played the bell in front of him.

Finally, a man dressed in a formal suit opened the gates. "What brings you here, sir?"

"I'm here to apply for the mining job." Roman responded, as the two walked through the long halls of the mansion.

"Mining? No! You must be mistaken!"

"What do-"

"We need a butler, actually."

"Don't you have enough?" He asked, his hopes getting crushed.

"Yes but we need a specialized one. We need a butler for-"

Before he could finish he was interrupted by a small, little pale girl with blue eyes and white hair. She cleared her throat before answering;

"Me."

Okay, the illness described was actually stol-I mean borrowed from a korean drama I watched when I was..

five...

Anyway, it's purely fictional. Unless it does exist, in which my days of research failed.

Epic-ly.

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