A/N So, we've come to the final romance story. Sorry about the frequent periods of delay, but my own affairs outside of these stories usually kept me occupied.

I hope you've enjoyed it so far, seeing as it's coming to the end.

Once more, for clarity, this chapter takes place a day after the others did.

Also, in this story, Neo is a grown woman, she's just small. She and Roman are about the same age, with Roman just being a bit older.

Patch, Beach (Not too far from the Beacon Crew's camp site)

Throughout the world, it is widely known that there is one sound that shatters any peaceful environment.

A sound that sends children running and screaming and incites chaos.

That sound, is none other, than the sound of the Ice Cream man's van.

And two sisters were immediately entranced by that sound.

"ICE CREAM!", Yang and Ruby cheered. They were making great haste as they knew a certain short red head wouldn't be far behind and that if she got there first, she'd most likely clean out the van of all their favourite flavours.

"C'mon Yang, we're almost there!"

"Huff…Not everyone….huff….Has speed….As a Semblance", Yang wheezed between gasps.

"But we're almost there Ya-", Ruby was cut short as she hit something soft and fell face first, whatever she hit cushioning her fall.

She opened her eyes to realise she'd just bumped into a little blonde girl with blonde pigtails and blue eyes. She was wearing a white sundress and sandals and seemed quite surprised and a little frightened.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there! Are you OK?", Ruby whined apologetically.

The girl seemed to relax and smiled, nodding to confirm she was OK. Yang soon arrived behind her sister.

"Sorry, she didn't mean any harm, she just gets excited", Yang defended, but noticed she didn't have to put up much of a defence for her little sister as the girl didn't seem to hold a grudge.

"Here, let me make it up to you. Wanna an ice cream? It's on me", Ruby offered.

The girl had a wide smile at this offer.

"Great! Oh, introductions, right, my name's Ruby. This is Yang", Ruby said, gesturing to her sister.

"Nice to meet you", Yang greeted, outstretching her hand, only to be surprised at how strong the little girl's grip was.

"Wow! For a little kid, you've got one hell of a grip". The girl smirked at this.

"So what's your name?", Ruby asked, to which the girl just nervously looked around.

"Aww, she's shy".

"Yang, don't tease her! It's OK, we're friendly. I mean, I did bump into earlier, but I swear we don't always do that! Well….OK we do, but it's never out of badness and it's almost always an accident and…"

"Ahem", a new voice interrupted Ruby's babbling.

All three girls peered up to see a very amused ice cream man looking down on them, arms folded and a smug expression on his face.

"And what can I do for you lovely ladies today?", he asked.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, I know! Strawberry with marshmallows please!", Ruby pleaded.

"Just vanilla with a few sprinkles please", Yang asked.

Ruby turned to her new friend, "So what would you like, friend?"

The girl pointed at one of the pictures on the truck, a neopolation ice cream. Ruby nodded and made the order for her silent friend.

Yang paid for all three ice creams and the man handed them their treats.

"Mmmm. Nothing beats the stuff they make here. The city really focuses too much on quantity", Ruby said.

"Yeah. I guess you could say, there no taste like home? Eh?", Yang smiled, causing Ruby to groan and the short girl to roll her eyes at the comment.

The girl looked to her watch and turned to leave, waving the Patch sisters goodbye as she strolled off.

"Goodbye!", Ruby called out as she went off.

Yang waved, but looked puzzled. Ruby noticed her sister's look.

"You OK sis?"

"Yeah it's just…didn't she seem a little young to be out on her own getting ice cream?"

"Yang, it's Patch. We used to run off from mom and dad all the time to get ice cream".

"Yeah, dad almost had a heart a attack. And, you know, did, at one point. Still…", Yang said, still looking at the girl walking off.

"Something about her seemed so familiar".

"It's probably the pigtails. Lots of girls have them here, remember?"

"Yeah, cus I started the trend", Yang declared proudly, causing Ruby to giggle.

"Come on, I promised Penny I'd show her around town. You wanna come".

"Yeah. Sure", Yang said.

She was more than happy to walk around her childhood town with her sister and her girlfriend, but she'd be lying if she'd said she didn't feel a little uneasy.

Call me paranoid, but when that girl rolled her eyes at my pun. I swear they changed colour.

Patch, Beach (Docks)

The blonde girl from earlier had managed to lose the sisters and make her way to the docks. She'd just finished her ice cream and was currently leaning on a boat, waiting for someone.

Suddenly, a cane hooked itself around her neck and she was yanked into the boat, where a gloved hand pinned her against the hull.

She looked up to see a ginger haired man in a suit, wearing a bowler hat with a feather in it, smiling at her.

"Lost little girl?", he chuckled in mock sympathy.

The girl scowled throwing a punch with one hand, only for him to catch it, as he did the other.

She was pulled up right towards his face, as she continued to scowl, until she gave a silent chuckle and grinned mischievously, before kissing him deeply, to which he responded by kissing her back.

As they kissed, the girl's appearance changed in a flash of white. Her eyes were no longer blue, rather one was pink and the other brown. Her sundress was gone, now replaced with a white jacket, brown pants and her sandals were swapped for white boots.

Most notably, her hair changed from blonde, to a bizarre combination of white, brown and pink.

She pulled away from the chuckling ginger to pull out her Scroll, typing a message and holding it up to him.

(Roman, you know I hate that "Little Girl" shit, I'm a grown woman! I'm just a little short.)

Roman chuckled. "OK, that was mean, I admit. But you look so convincing. I have to say, out of all your disguises, this has got to be in the top three".

Neo gave a playful little bow. (I aim to please. But did you really need to snatch me up and pin me to the hull?)

"What, are you saying you don't like to play rough?", Roman countered, causing Neo to grin in a way anyone else would've found unsettling.

"That's what I thought", Roman smiled back. Though truth be told, as much as he liked his time with Neo, maybe snatching what looked like a little girl, holding her and then kissing her in broad daylight, wasn't the safest of moves. Sure he was a criminal, but even he had standards.

Still, he and Neo always loved a little risk in their lives. It kept things interesting.

Not that he'd ever get bored of her.

Neo wasn't like any other woman he'd met. She was beautiful, charming, fucking crazy in the best way possible and most of all, loyal.

She was someone who'd always be by his side. Someone he'd always want at his side.

Just one more job. One more job to get us outta this stinking Kingdom, those stupid kids and this rotten string of bad luck I've had since I teamed up with that crazy pyromaniac.

His "partnership" with Cinder Fall had come to a rather abrupt ending, upon Neo informing her of some of the "Changes" her new world order had in store.

Needless to say, he wasn't really a fan.

So after a very hostile "Resignation", he and Neo had to get the hell out of Vale as fast as they could, at least until the heat died down and even that could take a year.

As much as I hated that evil whore, she had finances and resources. Things I am now running out of. We pull this off, we'll have enough to start fresh in Vacuo. Just the two of us.

Like I promised.

Roman decided to snap himself out of his deep thought and returned his attention to his partner. She looked up at him worried.

(Hey. This job's gonna go smooth. Don't worry.)

"Pfft, me? Worried? My dear I'm insulted", Roman teased, comforting Neo that Roman was still feeling alright enough to act like an ass.

(Good. We ready?)

"Yeah. In fact we're running late", he said that last part with a suspicious look.

(It's was an ice cream truck Roman, what did you think I was gonna do?)

"We need to break your ice cream addiction", he said, as she reached for her umbrella until he held his arms in the air.

"Kidding, kidding".

(Damn right you are!)

"Anyway, the assholes called and said they want us over by their boat, pronto".

(Leaving here right now is a lot better than you'd think), she "said", then holding a picture of two very familiar girls eating ice cream she'd taken earlier.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Where do I have to go get away from those freaking kids?!"

Neo decided to answer for him as she'd started the boat and made their way towards their destination.

They'd managed to evade detection by the police or worse, the Beacon Crew. Now, all they needed to do was play their roles and it would be smooth sailing.

She shuddered at that last part, fearing she was picking up her brawler rival's puns.

International Waters (Hijacked Cargo Hauler)

Well, these boys aren't getting any points for style.

The "boys" Roman was referring to exactly, were members of the Dust Devils, a Dust smuggling gang that used to own the Dust trade in the Black Market and even a few seemingly legitimate organisations, in Vale. That was until the White Fang moved in town.

But they never really went away. They didn't have a leadership anymore, instead it was all the lieutenants of the Devil's founder becoming Warlords of different areas. The man they were about to meet, "Ralph the Knife", was the biggest player. He was vicious but not very bright.

Just the way I like em.

Roman had sought Ralph out for a high paying job to get himself and Neo a fresh start. He would've went to Junior, but the bastard was already a step ahead of him and took the twins to start a casino in Atlas, far away from the fallout of all the trouble Roman's failed business venture had left in the underworld. And there was no way he could go to what little was left of the White Fang for help. What hadn't been laid to waste in the criminal duo's explosive "resignation" probably wanted his head on a stick.

So, Dust Devil's it was. It was a pretty straight forward job. Apparently, Ralph had a bit of a grudge with a man named Terrence Zola, an industrialist who was giving old man Schnee a run for his money in the Dust business. Zola also had a sizeable private army that had been choking the life out of the Dust Devil's raid on his shipments.

Ralph was getting pissed off. He needed leverage on Zola to get him to ease off. Luckily for him, he had a daughter. Precious little Matilda Zola. Roman had done his homework and everything just told him that she was the apple of her old man's eye. He really loved her to pieces. And if someone took her from him, well…what wouldn't a super wealthy, loving father do to get his precious little girl back?

So, the plan was simple, Roman snatched Matilda and handed her off to Ralph and in return, Ralph gives Roman enough cash to start fresh.

Simple, efficient and easy to remember. A simple plan.

But anyone who knew Roman, who really knew Roman, should've realised two things about this deal. 1: Roman is a bad man, but he has his limits. 2: Nothing is ever simple with Roman Torchwick.

Roman moved his boat next to the Devil's hijacked cargo hauler and was greeted by two of the roughest looking men he'd ever seen, neither of which, looked happy to see him.

"Good day gentlemen. How's those extra chromosomes doing?"

Neither of the brutes seemed amused.

"I kid, I kid", Roman laughed to himself.

"Where's da kid?", the thug on the left barked.

Oh sure. I give you the kid, then you shoot me and then Ralph doesn't have to pay me. What kind of moron do you peg me for?

"Where's da Ralph?", Roman mimicked, mocking him.

The insulted thug growled, reached for some concealed weapon in his jacket, but the other thug advised against it, not wanting to incur their boss' wrath because his partner has a short temper.

The angered one snarled and went to fetch Ralph.

Roman, calm and collected as always, reached out for a cigar and flicked open his lighter, enjoying a nice long drag.

The thug returned, with the one and only, Ralph the Knife. The man wasn't the big, bulking mass of muscle many would've assumed. He was a lanky, sketchy looking man, with tanned skin and tally mark tattoos, each one marked for a new piece of territory earned, a tradition amongst Devils. He was dressed in a red shirt, with a green dragon, the gang's signature shirt and some ripped jeans, with at least seven knives hanging from his belts.

Well, at least he lives up to the name.

Ralph's love of knives had come from his early days as street rat of Vale's downtown, knife fighting for whatever food he could get. His savagery got the Devil's interests and pretty soon, he made it to lieutenant of West Vale.

"Torchwick. You late. You know me no liking ma deals being late".

"Oh Ralph, my friend, I promise you, there was no one else in the world I wanted to see. I just had to make sure I wasn't being followed and took a detour. Wouldn't want the cops or those White Fang vermin crashing our little meeting, would we?", he justified.

Ralph hummed in agreement, but still seemed impatient.

"Da girl?"

Roman nodded and heaved up a box that was making thudding noises from the inside, which seemed to please Ralph, bringing a sinister looking smile to the lanky man's face.

"Got her right here. Where's my money?"

Ralph laughed. "Roman, Roman. Me be wanting to be seeing more dan a noisy box. You specitng me to be throwing you two million Lien for, what, a box a rabbits?", he chuckled.

"My dear Ralph, I'm hurt! You really think I'd to that?"

Ralph just looked back at him, face unchanged.

"Well, I wouldn't do it to you", Roman corrected. He knew Ralph, though not criminal mastermind of the year, had been in this game long enough to know, you had to see the goods before making the deal.

Roman placed the crate down and whacked the lock off with Melodic Cudgel, prying the lid off to reveal a young girl, hands and legs bound by rope and mouth duck taped. She had shoulder length brown hair and green eyes, looked up at Roman, Ralph and the two Devils, beyond terrified at the sight of the four criminals looking at her, like vulture waiting for their dinner.

Ralph laughed at the sight. This was definitely the girl he was looking for. He'd finally gotten the bargaining chip he needed to get the Dust Devil's back in business.

Roman almost felt bad for the poor girl.

Almost.

"Alright, I showed you mine, you show me yours. The money", Roman reiterated.

Ralph's sick grin grew wider.

"Y'know Roman, me always liked you. Once, you was a legend in dis Kingdom. But den, you go an be dealin with da Fangs. Da fuckas wot drove da Devils outta Vale! And we see you prancin around wit dat Red Dressed Whore, while we fightin over scraps! You sold us out Roman. You helped da bitch and her mutts move in on our turf!"

Roman was still calm, as Ralph and his men pulled guns on him. He raised his hands as one jumped over and grabbed the girl, who thrashed harder than ever as she was carried onto the cargo hauler.

"Dis be breakin me heart Roman. Really it do. Once, I woulda wanted to be like you. But now? Da Red Whore done left your ass and you nothin no more. Me don't owe you jack!", he chortled.

Roman just looked down at his watch and took another long drag of his cigar.

"Any last words Torchwick? Or did ya run outta funny things to say?"

Roman then looked back up at Ralph, this time sporting that famous, I've got you where I want you, look.

"Actually, I do have something to say. Are you open to a new deal, seeing as this one no longer benefits either party?

Ralph was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Roman, you is a funny man, but your party da only one dat be poor. I got da girl, you don't got da money".

"Correction. You have a girl, not the girl. A girl, who if you're thick-as-bricks friend clearly hasn't realised, just stopped thrashing".

All three looked at the girl, who was indeed no longer thrashing and now had her eyes trained on Ralph, and seemed to have miraculously changed from scared to amused.

"What da-", Ralph never got the chance to finish that sentence as the girl shattered in his henchmen's arms.

As the bamboozled thug looked in shock the pieces of what was once a girl, a thin blade went through his neck.

Ralph and his surviving thug looked to see their accomplice choking on his own blood, falling face first into the water, revealing a multi-coloured girl, holding an umbrella with a bloodied blade emerged from the top.

She looked at them, pink eyes trained on them with a sadistic glee.

The thug raised his gun in fear, only to feel Melodic Cudgel's hook handle wrap around his wrist, disarming him, as Roman climbed aboard, giving the brute an uppercut that knocked him on his back, knocking him out.

Ralph went straight for his knives, only to feel Neo's blade poking his back.

Roman looked right back at Ralph, smirking, while Ralph growled, closed his eyes and raised his hands.

"Well played, Torchwick", Ralph admitted.

"Flattered, but I do believe my beautiful assistant deserves the praise. Well done Neo, I actually thought you were really afraid there", Roman clapped, making Neo smile and bowing her head.

"Well, you gonna be killing me?", Ralph asked. Roman had to give it to him. He wasn't some punk like the kind Cinder liked to employ. A brat that would suck up to whatever their boss told them to and cried when they weren't there to hold their hand. This guy was like Roman. Worked his way from the ground up and knew how The Business went. He was ready to die.

Fortunately, Roman didn't want him to die.

"Come now Ralph, how long do you think I've been doing this? I know my positon. All my friends skipped town and anyone left in Vale, hates my guts. I have nothing to stand on, so you never had any good reason to uphold your end. And plus, killing me, probably would've definitely made people back on land happy. Am I right?"

Ralph nodded. "Dat be right".

"Thought so. This deal, it was a lie, from both of us. I was never going to happen and that's all right. Nothing personal, all's forgiven. This new deal, however, is very real. And, seeing as I'm a professional, I don't like making a deal when the man I'm dealing with is at knife point, so…", he gestured to Neo, who flicked her blade back into her umbrella and passed Ralph the crate she'd previously been "captured" in.

Ralph sat down and Neo moved next to Roman.

"So, this new deal, and trust me, you'll love it, goes something like this. Obviously, I am not welcomed home for a while. Helping other gangs, that's one thing. Helping terrorists? Politics and business are very complex bedfellows, but I'm man enough to admit when I screwed up, siding with the least popular group of psychos in Remnant".

This was very true. No one liked the White Fang. Especially in the underworld. Granted people like Roman, Neo and Ralph were bad people, but the Fang crossed lines, even they wouldn't. It took a lot to disgust criminals like them. That, combined with Roman aiding the Fang taking Vale from the native criminals, had really hurt his reputation amongst the other powers and had placed a giant bullseye on his head, back and other places he'd rather not think of.

"I admit, foolish greed blinded me, but I know, making it seemed like I was buddy-buddy with those Faunus mutts really hurt my rep. Even the worst of us hates the Fang. What we do, it's business. What they do, their idea of a new world, it's not one that the rest of the underworld's powers would favour. Disturbs the balance".

Roman offered Ralph a cigar. He took it and lit it with a match.

"So yeah, no Vale for me for a while. At least until the heat dies down. Which means until the cops and the gangs find something new to be pissed off at. And that's where you come in".

"Me?"

"Yes. Here's what's going to happen. You are going back to Vale and you are going to make the Dust Devil's the new dominant gang in Vale".

"And how me gonna do dat?"

"Neo", Roman asked as Neo tossed a data chip to Ralph. Ralph caught it and inspected it.

"The people I worked for. The uh, "Red Whore". She was planning big. Really big. After our…differences, she left behind a lot".

"A lot of what?"

"Everything. Dust, guns, mechs, bases, you name it. Everything a growing warlord needs to make sure he's the one in charge".

Ralph was finally getting it. "And it's all on dis chip".

"Correct. Not only that, but it's got information on the White Fang in Vale. Member's names, hideout locations and even gang traitors who've been helping them kick gangs like you outta town".

Ralph let out a puff of smoke. "Torchwick, you just given me an empire and a way to kill da Fangs. Why?"

"I want you to go home, turn the Dust Devils into Vale's new top gang and tell everyone, Roman Torchwick infiltrated the White Fang to give you this advantage. That all the talk about me working with those bastards were lies and I was the one who helped you rid Vale of their cancer. Eventually, they'll either believe you or they'll like the story enough, that I can come back home. Of course, once I do, I'll be the proud owner of a new empire in Vacuo. One, only the Devil's will be allowed to trade with and those you permit to do so. Basically, I'm giving you two criminal empires for the price of coming back home in a year's time".

Ralph was interested.

"I could-"

"Yes you could try and take the chip and kill us and you'd do better than most. Or, you can take a sure fire deal that makes you a very rich, very powerful man and that brings me back into the game and lets me come home without everyone with a grudge against the White Fang, which is everybody, trying to kill me. And let's face it Ralph, after today, a sure fire deal, would be a welcomed change".

Ralph looked at the duo, then at the chip. He smiled.

"You gotta a deal Torchwick. Me will clear you name wit da other gangs. Once I've brought them in line and butchered dem Faunus Fang fuckas".

"Fantastic. Oh, there's also one, tiny extra request I have".

Ralph frowned, but decided to hear him out.

"Your attacks on Zola's Dust business? It's gotta stop. I mean, come on, you know it's just way too costly to screw with a guy who has military grade weaponry guarding his stuff when I'm giving you more Dust than you'll know what to do with".

Ralph nodded. Truth be told, raiding Zola was becoming more trouble than it was worth and he didn't need to take those risks anymore now that he had this data.

"Deal", he said, clasping Roman's hand and shaking it.

"But if this be a trick-"

"Then I have no way to go back home and you track me down with more men and skin me alive. Believe me on this one, I am done with over the top plans. I just want back in the game. No tricks. No traps. Just business".

Ralph nodded and allowed Roman and Neo to climb back into their boat and speed off.

He turned to his unconscious henchman and gave him a kick.

"Hank. Wake you dumbass up. We got work to be doing", he smiled as he looked onto the horizon, dreaming of his new empire.

Patch, Beach (Docks)

Roman and Neo had returned to the docks and made their way to a fishing boat that had a man standing in front of it.

Roman nodded to the man, who led the duo into the boat's cabin. Upon entry, he was greeted by none other, than Terrence Zola and four bodyguards.

"Is it…is it done?", the man asked, obviously very unhappy about being in this positon.

"Mr Zola, wouldn't you believe it, even Devils can have a change of heart. It seems Ralph won't be making anymore moves to hurt your business or sweet little Matilda ever again".

"So he's…"

"Dead? Nah. Kill one gang leader another pops up. Plus, that would just give them more reason to attack you. A happy, satisfied gangster is better than a pissed off, desperate gangster. Trust me, they aren't interested in you anymore".

Zola sighed in relief.

Roman liked to stroke his ego. When Ralph gave him the offer to kidnap Matilda, naturally it would've been a simple job. But when he realised all he'd need to do is have Neo play body double rather than kidnap the girl, he made another deal with Zola, saying he could get the Dust Devils off his back for good.

He knew Ralph would've never paid him, but now Zola had to. If he went back on Roman's deal, with Ralph still alive, no one would be left to persuade him not to return his focus to his business and beloved daughter if the notion ever got to his head again.

In short. Roman had Ralph and Zola in a position where they needed him.

"Ahem", Roman coughed.

"Oh, yes of course", Zola nodded as one of his men offered a case of Lien.

"Two million Lien, all there as agreed. If you wish to count it…"

"Mr Zola, in my line of work, counting your pay in front of the employer is poor form. It says, "I don't believe you". And of course I believe you. I mean, no one want's this deal to go wrong after all".

"Of course not. Then our business is complete?"

Roman looked to Neo. She nodded.

"We're done here. Now, obviously this never actually happened. A man of your standing can't be seen dealing with people of my…disposition. That being said however", Roman said, his voice now far more threatening.

"If I happen to find the police in Vacuo getting a tip of my whereabouts upon my arrival…well, who can tell what those foul Dust Devils might do while I'm locked away, unable to talk sense into them. After all…", he reached for a cigar walking to the door, Neo still looking at Zola, grinning viciously, immediately eroding any thoughts the man had of outing Roman to the authorities.

"Not every criminal in Vale is as reasonable as Ralph. We clear?"

"Transparently".

Roman opened the door and made his way back to his boat, Neo close behind him.

Terrence Zola breathed freely once more. Yes, he'd just let the most wanted man in Vale loose, but in dealing with one devil, he'd saved his precious Matilda from far more sinister forces. He knew Roman Torchwick was not the most trustworthy of men, but he knew it was better to play with him than against him.

International Waters (Far Beyond Valean Duristiction)

Roman Torchwick was laughing his head off. He'd just made two million Lien, salvaged his reputation and was now on his way to start a new life in Vacuo with his partner in crime and life.

Said partner was currently opening the bottle of wine saved for celebrating their big score.

Roman walked over to her and scooped her up by the waist, spinning her around and cheering. Neo hugged him smiling.

"We did it Neo. We actually did it!"

Neo nuzzled her face into the crook off his neck and he could feel her tears wet against his skin as she cried with joy.

They'd made it out of this whole sorry mess alive and better than ever. Neo couldn't have been happier. Especially considering what a certain pyromaniac had originally intended for her beloved Roman.

Neo had discovered not to long before the festival, that she and Roman were supposed to be left to die on Ironwood's ship and that Adam Taurus would take Roman's place as her partner.

Naturally, the duo didn't take kindly to this. So at night, she unleashed all the captured Grimm they were planning to release on the attack and watched the White Fang drown in a sea of their own blood and screams as the monsters tore them limb from limb.

No one double crosses us and NO ONE tries to hurt my Roman and gets away with it!

Cinder of course wasn't too happy, but she and Roman had dealt with the witch and her two lapdogs.

The short, multi-coloured girl thought it funny that two off the most notorious criminals in Vale actually saved it from certain destruction.

Roman set her back down on her feet, kneeling to meet her face and smiled with a genuine happiness only she'd ever seen.

He was never a monster to her.

To her, he was that lanky ginger boy in the bowler hat, who pulled her out of the gutter. Who held her tight when she cried in her sleep because she thought someone was going to take her, like she'd seen happen to people every day on the streets.

The boy who beat the living crap out of a girl who'd called Neo a freak because of her eyes. Who told her she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and treated her like a princess.

The boy who grew into the man she loved. Who was always there for her. Then man who was willing to play dice with the devil herself, Cinder Fall, just because he knew she'd use her to get to him if he didn't.

I can't afford to lose you.

He said that to her when she was uncertain about their deal. To remind her he did it all for her.

Turns out, Cinder should've realised Neo couldn't afford to lose Roman either.

Roman offered Neo a glass of wine, bringing her back to reality. She smiled and accepted the glass.

"To us", Roman toasted as they clanked their glasses together.

Neo sipped her glass, only to find something solid meeting her lips.

Upon her inspection, she froze at the sight of the object in the glass.

It was a ring, with a beautiful diamond.

Roman got on one knee, picked up the ring and held one of her hands.

"Neo, you're the best thing that ever happened to a scumbag like me. You're special. Me and you, we belong together. And I want to keep it that way. Now, I'm sorry I can't get us anything fancy yet, y'know, because we'd get arrested…", he joked, causing Neo to give a silent, wet giggle.

"But all the same, you deserve this. You deserve a man, who will love you for the rest of time and stay with you forever. Neopolation…", he pleaded, looking her in her teary white eyes.

"Will you give me the chance to be that man? Will you be my wife?"

Neo flipped out her Scroll, but her mind wouldn't let her think of words to type properly with too many feeling rushing through her head, so she tossed it aside and jumped up and down, kissing Roman, who eagerly slipped on the ring.

"Hot damn! Oh ho ho yes! Thank you Neo! I promise, things are gonna be better from now on. No more cults, no more crazy broads, just me and you. Hell, I'll even buy an ice cream parlour in Vacuo when we get there. And we'll have a real place to live and we can do whatever we want without those stinking kids at our heels. I promise, you won't regret this", he promised, tearing up as well.

Neo beyond happy. Her dream was finally coming true. She was really going to have a real life with the person she held most dear.

The two drew in close to kiss, when a loud banging came from the crates in the cargo hold.

"Oh right. I nearly forgot. Loose ends", he smiled, which Neo soon returned.

She picked her Scroll back up and went down with her, now-soon-to-be-husband, and stared at three, very long crates with air holes in them, thudding about.

Roman smiled and opened them up, revealing, bound and gagged, Cinder, Emerald and Mercury, all three glaring daggers at the smirking duo.

"Hey guys. Sorry about the accommodations, but it was the best I could do on such short notice", he smiled.

"I honestly don't know what all the fuss is about. I mean, you said you wanted all loose ends tied up. And from me and Neo's point of view….", he said with a grin that just raised the trio's ire beyond comprehension.

"Your ends are looking pretty loose".

Roman pulled out a gun and tossed it to Neo, who caught it and pointed it at the three angry ex-crime lords.

"So my dear, how should we end our "business venture" with these guys?"

Neo held up her Scroll.

(With a bang).

"I fucking love you".

(I know), Neo typed, kissing Roman deeply while still pointing the gun at the trio.

And with three gunshots, the duo sailed off to Vacuo.

Leaving behind three corpses in the water and a message to anyone however found them.

All is fair in love and war. And Roman and Neopolation Torchwick, knew both of those very well.

Little thing I'd like to share, this pairing was always my favourite. The only thing I love more than villains are villains that share a bond with each other. Roman and Neo just go so well together. He's witty, she's silent. He's tall, she's short. He loves fire, she loves ice. I really loved their chemistry.

So that's it. All the chapters about romance are done. And so is the theme of the chapter characters getting a happy ending. Now…now there is only ONE, tiny little detail that needs to be taken care of.

So, let's go over the rules I made in Chapter 2. If they've made an appearance, they're safe. So Beacon Crew? Safe. Roman and Neo. Safe. Cinder and her cronies? Eliminated.

I also said, it won't be a tragedy. So, let's see. Who's the most worthless, despicable, contemptable, vile, repulsive, disgusting, wretched, ire raising, and hateable piece of crap in RWBY?

Who am I going to kill off, that, quite frankly, probably won't be and shouldn't be missed?

Who could've incurred this T-Rex's wrath?

Well ladies and gentlemen, the wait is over.

The unlucky winner of this author's demented imagination, is the one and thankfully only, Adam Taurus the King of Losers.

So see you next time, for Adam vs the Beach.