Kudos to peeps who start seeing connections, and thanks for reading! I really appreciate the reviews on this bad idea turned story XD

Yoshikage Kira awoke, his sight blurred by the overhead lights. Was he….at a hospital? Pulling himself up from the bed, Kira saw himself look upon the mirror in the room next to the bed. His mirror? This room…? He looked around to find the familiar traditional home he lived in all his life, his room the same as he had remembered it.

"What's going on? Come, Killer Queen!" Kira let out a breath of relief as his Stand materialized before him. Composing himself, Kira smiled. If he was back in his old home, that means he was back in Morioh.

His smile broke as he remembered who lived here alongside him in this town. As long as Josuke and his friends resided in town, he would be dispatched again.

Kira bit his fingernail in frustration-what could he do? Then, as he paced his room, a thought occurred to him.

He was dead. They believed he was dead. Kira grinned at the implications of being regarded as dead-no one would ever expect him. He could live his life, with no one the wiser. He would have to change his name perhaps, but it was of no consequence.

Just as Kira went to open the door to exit his room, he found it locked. He tried to unlock the door by undoing the latch, and even shaking the door a bit, but it didn't budge.

"What? Oh, the knob has most likely rusted. I've been gone for several years at least. No matter." Kira chuckled as he tried to materialize his Stand. Yet Killer Queen did not answer.

No. Something else had answered instead.

"Mister, why did you kill me?" Kira froze as he heard a familiar voice behind him. Turning his head, Kira saw the form of Ruby Rose. No, not the child. This was, an abomination.

Her silver eyes bored through his own, her maggot-encrusted hand reaching towards Kira's face. Her eyes, those same silver eyes, bled. Like tears, they fell down her cheek and dropped to the carpet, her face pulsating as the flesh quivered and shook from...something...that crawled beneath it. Her ragged red cape, her nearly balding hair that was but a shadow of its lustrous self, and her clothes looked muddy and encrusted in dried blood. Had she been buried, this was what her body would have been like if she had been resurrected.

Kira pushed himself onto the door, disgusted and nauseous as the girl crept closer to him.

"I wanted to be a hero. You killed me, for my hand?" She lifted her right arm, and shook the stump that was there.

"You killed me. Why? Why? WHY?!" Her shouts became a deafening sound as Kira gritted his teeth.

"I WAS A GOOD PERSON! WHY?!"

"Killer Queen!" Kira shook as once more his Stand did not come. He looked around for a weapon, before he gritted his teeth.

"Stay away you freak!" Just as he was about to kick the form, his body was held by several strong hands on his shoulders and arms.

He turned his head, and saw an abyss. Hundreds of hands flexed unnaturally, the bones losing any function of their purpose as those damned hands pawed the air. They wanted him, and were eagerly waiting for him.

He pushed forward to escape, but another ghastly form hugged his torso. KIra dared to look down to see the blackened stare of Velvet Scarlatina. Her eyes and mouth were pure black, her smile jagged across her face as she made a sound, a mixture between a giggle and a cry.

Yoshikage Kira cried out in fear as more women began assaulting his torso, with no escape.

Like Ruby, they screamed out their Why's.

"WHY?! WHY!? WHY?!" Kira roared as he tried to flee from the hands' grip, but felt a sharp pain within his chest. A giant hand was burrowing through his chest, scratching at the muscle and sinew. Blood spurted as it made purchase into the flesh, and Kira wheezed. The hand had plunged through the walls of his chest and grabbed at his heart.

"Sir...illed by...ller...Iron….ival...Been...weeks since..."

Yoshikage Kira tried to scream as his body was being torn to pieces by his victims, the abominations that they had become. Yet his heart had felt like it was in a vice. It made him shorten in breath, such in a way that could not be described. He was breathless, but he could still breathe. The pain encapsulated his world as he tried to cry out for help.

He was Yoshikage Kira, and he was terrified.

Hands that dripped with maggots and their eggs clawed at his face, and Kira felt himself become sickened. He could feel the wriggling, the filthy bugs entering his orifices.

He couldn't feel anything but pain, his sight blocked by so many of these abominations. Or, they had simply clawed out his eyes.

"wake!?...Back!...Unstable! He's unstable! His semblance!"

Kira weakly yelled before his chest was caved in, and the hand that was burrowed within finally decided to end it all.

It crushed his heart.

"He's unstable! His semblance! It's out of control!" The doctor screamed as she hid behind the Police Chief. The Chief himself stood transfixed at the suspect's semblance-the unholy combination of a humanoid cat. It was not that of a Faunus, but of something far more deadly, he felt.

The semblance was punching things around the suspect, just as its user was thrashing in his bed.

The semblance punched the walls as the suspect screamed.

"KILLER QUEEN!" The suspect flew away from his bed as his semblance flew to his side, and at that the Chief responded. Lifting his gun, he made sure to keep the safety on as he pointed the weapon at Yoshikage Kira.

The suspected Valean Serial Killer-one who was most likely connected to over 200 deaths. Almost all were women, with a few men peppered in due to them being in his way. Out of those hundreds, three were Huntsman-in-training. Two of Beacon, one from Signal.

"Put your hands up! NOW!" The Chief yelled as his suspect roared in terror. The Chief gritted his teeth as the killer looked at him, his eyes widened.

'Who, are you?" He panted like he had ran a marathon, his blond hair in disarray, and his face considerably pale.

"I am the Chief of the Vale Police Department. You have a lot to answer, and I want answers. NOW!" The Chief barked at the killer, shifting his gun once more for a potential non-lethal shot.

If this man was a danger to himself as well as others…

Unfortunately, the guarded hospital room opened to reveal a blonde young woman, her Aura flaring in a gold tint as her eyes were red. A Huntress, here?!

"YOU! YOU KILLED MY SISTER!" She cried out at the man.

SHIT!

"STOP! STAY AWAY!" The Chief yelled as the Huntress flicked her arms to activate her gauntlets.

The killer panted more before he looked at the Chief. No, not the Chief.

"My name is Yoshikage Kira!" The killer roared as he launched himself at the female doctor behind him.

The Chief spread his arms to protect her, his own Aura flaring, before the semblance's hand covered his face.

There was screaming, a sound that was like cannon fire echoed in the room, and the Chief found the killer on the ground, half of his body eviscerated.

His men came barreling in as the Huntress shrieked, but the killer had smiled.

Yoshikage Kira smiled as Killer Queen weakly pressed its thumb on its finger.

"Killer Queen, Bites the Dust!"

To the Chief, his eyes were met with an encompassing explosion that incinerated his body, then the hospital room. Then the Kingdom of Vale. Then the world.

"Sir, that's the one who had killed the student! He's a damned serial killer! There's no point in questioning!"

Yoshikage Kira opened his eyes to see himself inside an ambulance, his face breathing from a face mask and his body strapped upon the stretcher. His body was heavy, and he felt like he wanted to go back to sleep. Looking to his side, he saw the police chief and another officer sitting next to his body.

"Ah, so you're awake." The Chief said as he glared at Kira. Kira shifted before a lance of pain zapped his mind to alertness.

"Don't even bother. We have you nicely bound and restrained and sedated. You try anything, just note my Deputy here has quite the trigger finger." The chief narrowed his eyes at Kira, who looked at the Deputy as the fellow officer had a hand on his gun.

"What...do you want." Kira exhaled out, wheezing from the pain in his chest. He felt like his heart had been crushed-the pain from his dreams having transferred to his current self. Made even worse due to his current position.

"This." The Chief lifted the bag with Scarlatina's hand in it, the soft and still preserved hand calling out to him.

At the sight of such a hand, Yoshikage Kira vomited in the face mask.

"SHIT!" The Chief cried out as he lifted the mask off of Kira's face, using the sheet atop Kira to wipe it away as best he could. Kira coughed and wheezed, his body instinctively forcing his gaze away at the hand.

"That, get it away!" Kira wheezed out, and with a look at his Deputy, the Chief hid the bag behind him.

"Easy there." The Chief soothed the man on the stretcher as he loosened the bindings.

Kira took a deep breath before he exhaled. Looking at the two officers, he saw that there was no way of getting out of here. He was mentally exhausted, his current body at death's doors, and materializing Killer Queen would raise more suspicions.

"That hand, that damned hand. That thief…" Kira made sure to add a somewhat fake cough-a real one came as he tried to fake it.

"Torchwick? We glanced at the camera feeds-he was chasing you. Why?" The Chief leaned closer to Kira, careful to listen at every word. His eyes softened as he saw Kira groan in pain.

"Tried to rob me. He saw a student there, and killed her. All that was left...was a hand." Kira groaned as he closed his eyes.

Now came the most difficult lie he could make-would this man believe in his next sentence? Or would Kira have to fight his way out, in his current condition? He could use Bites the Dust again, but his body was too tired, and was strapped to the bedding.

"I grabbed it as I escaped, hoping to save whatever was left of the poor girl. He chased me down, hoping to kill me. I tried to use some dust on me, hoping to kill him. Unfortunately…"

"He was a Huntsman, and you're a civilian." The Chief nodded. He looked at his Deputy, who looked heavily distraught in guilt. He avoided Kira's gaze, and the Chief shrugged.

Kira looked at the two, and tried to withhold a grin. He nearly had them.

"I tried to be a hero, a fanciful dream I had as a schoolboy. Instead, the girl died. I didn't even catch her name." Kira closed his eyes, feigning a look of regret.

He heard the Chief sigh.

"Look, I get it. But right now you're our only suspect so far on these missing women. I apologize, but you're under arrest. While you will be guarded, just know it's for your sake. You just killed Roman Torchwick, and quite frankly I'm sure you'll have someone come to kill you for revenge. Or as a way to kill the guy who killed him." The Chief sighed before he shook his head.

Damn it, this man is most likely innocent. Given the motive, his file indicated him as the best employee at that dust shop, and his kind nature being an important detail.

Quite frankly, the Chief believed that the man was a serial killer, due to the man causing him to feel uneasy. Yet with him as is, there was no way.

The killer was still out there.

The Chief sighed.

"If anything, you're quite the hero, Yoshikage Kira."

The man made a sound of acknowledgment.

Yeah, the Council was going to be pissed.

General Ironwood looked at the Valean newspaper, his eyes staring into the headline that showcased the events of the last couple weeks. The headline, in bold words, made him sigh into his Atlesian coffee whilst he threw the paper on his desk.

The Kingpin of the Underworld Finally Deceased-Dust Employee Saves the Day!

"So he's finally dead." Jacques Schnee glanced at the paper with a glint of relief and happiness in his eyes as he sat across of Ironwood with his own coffee in hand. "He was causing so much inflation in Vale, I was beginning to lose profits myself."

Ironwood stared at the black contents of his coffee, his eyes having seen the so called 'hero' that had killed the Gentleman Thief. The man, a civilian no less, managed to kill what dozens of Huntsman had tried.

"General, perhaps you should award the man a medal. Or give him that ghastly thing you have on your wall." The Schnee winced at the sight of the framed object on Ironwood's wall, and he rolled his eyes discreetly. It was a gift from his acquaintance-there was no possible reason why he would give it away.

"It's a gift, so I can't throw it out." Ironwood rolled his eyes as he looked down on his desk. There were various papers and messages from the various councilors of the three kingdoms asking permission for the same thing. Like always, the General wrote his own argument and reasoning that trumped even Ozpin's.

With a ghost of a smile on his face, Ironwood saw the letter that put him in such a good mood.

Atlas has been chosen to host the Vytal Festival, skipping over Vale due to majority vote and reasoning stated by Councilors…

Putting his cup to his lips, he decided another goal when he would visit Vale to see his old friend. He wouldn't bring an armada of soldiers, but just enough to get rid of that serial killer that has begun to be taken notice of.

From what the paper stated, Roman was the most likely suspect of the kidnappings and killings of several men and women in Vale. He even had killed two students, supposedly. But the General knew that the serial killer was out there, with abilities like him.

Jacques sneered at Ironwood, who was focused in his own thoughts.

"Then can I suggest a trade perhaps? I have something similar from my Father-in-law, and I greatly believe that you would find much use of it, for decoration if nothing else."

Ironwood gave a look at Jacques before taking the bait.

"Okay, but what is it that you want in exchange."

Jacques once more peered at the framed golden arrow on the wall, before smiling.

"I want that little tank that you have in your lab-the one that the Valean police gave you. I want to have my own tests on it. In exchange, I'll give you another arrow." Jacques placed his cup down and extended his hands in a welcoming gesture, indicating that this was a fair deal between the two.

The General however believed otherwise-so far the...tank, was an enigma. It exploded when nearing those with a higher heat signature, and was virtually invincible. Nothing his researchers did could do anything to the outer shell of the small tank. Yet, while nothing can be done to the tank, Ironwood read reports that those without Aura could not see it. The damned thing almost killed them however when one of the scientists thought that if the thing couldn't be seen then no one would be targeted.

The facility had also nearly burnt down when it was released, Ironwood noted.

"I apologize Mister Schnee, but I'm going to have to keep it for now. I don't want it to have any chance of escaping." Ironwood amused himself at the sight of Jacques slightly sinking in his seat. The man gave him a look before dismissing him with a wave.

"While unfortunate, I have my own ways to deal research into…"Jacques rolled his eyes at the small figure on his shoulder.

Ironwood chuckled at the small green and blue parrot atop Jacques' shoulder. It was always a good sight to see the man's semblance-the overall difference between the brightly covered bird and the man who wore all white.

Waving his own hand, Ironwood smiled at Jacques.

"While our chat has been interesting, I very much have to do my own work in regards to the Vytal Festival. This news has been sent at the last minute, and I need to relay information to my plans for security detail." Ironwood really wanted to groan, but kept his professional face as he saw Jacques acquies his words before leaving.

Once the man exited the office, Ironwood sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"That man is still sketchy as hell, ya know? Like damn, I think I can still see the lines of his concept art." Ironwood grinned at the materialization of his semblance, the new one he had attained.

"While I wouldn't say as such, yes he is quite 'sketchy.'" Ironwood rolled his eyes at his semblance's waving arms of victory.

Grabbing another report, the General's eye twitched as he saw another message from Ozpin. Another request for the arrow he possessed. Crumpling the paper, he threw it onto his desk as he took another sip of his coffee.

Things could be far worse, but with Atlas hosting the Festival, Ironwood could finally have the chance to catch that damned serial killer. His efforts and attempts have always been broken by border problems and his zealous causing several problems with various figures in Vale. But Ironwood knew better; what kind of serial killer wouldn't come to the festival? It was the perfect place for victims and an opportunity to abuse the amount of people there.

Oh, he was excited. James Ironwood couldn't wait to finally catch the bastard that killed all those people.

It made him nearly forget about the White Fang and their problems.

"Once more, thank you for your patronage." Yoshikage Kira gave a small bow at the customer as they left.

"Yoshikage, you've been doing a good job so far." An old voice complimented him at his side. Looking to his left, Kira saw his elderly boss, his back slightly hunched. The man (who looked quite Asian) himself may be old, but he was as spry as one would find someone in their prime. His hat made Kira grimace though, of memories of another that wore a similar cap.

Kira never did like hats after meeting Jotaro Kujo.

Shaking his head at those nightmares, Kira smiled at his boss before nodding.

The old man made a pondering gesture, his hand on his chin, before he spoke.

"Yoshikage, I have a job for you in the future. I want you to go to the Vytal festival in Atlas and do a side business for me. This old man is too old for traveling right now, and I'd keel over from the bullhead ride alone. If you can do it, I would really be happy."

Yoshikage Kira looked at his boss, but nodded. It was simple enough, and the travel could help him experience a culture that isn't Valean.

"Good grief Yoshikage, you're allowed to speak." His boss laughed but nodded his head in appreciation. Turning to go back to the backroom, Kira glanced behind him before sighing.

Kira closed his eyes, focusing on the preparation of his stomach before opening his jacket pocket.

Therein laid another hand, and once more the sight of it made him sick. He nearly vomited had he not been prepared.

Closing the pocket, Yoshikage Kira took a breath as he looked at his own hands.

"What is wrong with me?"