(Author's Note: Hi guys! This is my first RWBY fanfiction I've published, so I hope you like it! As the title states, there will be one more chapter to this which will be uploaded shortly after this one.

Standard disclaimers apply. I own nothing except my own imagination.)

Alone. She was alone and she'd always been alone and she would always be alone. She knew it. No one wanted her as a child, the tiny little girl with heterochromia and aphonia, and by the time she finally aged out of the foster care system she knew it was her destiny to go through life alone.

She lived on the streets, pickpocketing and stealing food from shops. She was good at it. She lived almost luxuriously, better than at the home anyhow. People were too careless, leaving wallets and money in easily accessible places like pockets, flaunting their expensive jewelry around town; it was easy.

Sometimes she chose people because they were obvious targets, the oblivious ones with their heads in the clouds, never suspecting for a minute that they were being taken advantage of, but sometimes someone would stand out in a crowd and she would seek them out to steal from them. These were the rich ladies walking their tiny dogs and the men with their noses in the air because they thought they were above the people they passed on the street. She chose this man because of his hair, fiery orange and swept so carefully over one eye. He wore a bowler cap with a ridiculous looking feather in it. He was a perfect target.

She walked up behind him in silence, matching his strides perfectly. She could just see the outline of a wallet in the left pocket of his jacket, and moving her hand in time with the swing of his coat, she dipped into the pocket and plucked the wallet out in the blink of an eye. A smile crept its way across her face, and she stuck the wallet in her own pocket.

Just as she was about to flit away, the man turned sharply around, reached out and grabbed her arm.

"And just what do you think you're doing princess?" The man yanked her toward him so that they were on eye level, almost pulling her off the ground to do so as he was far taller than she. He looked as if he might say something else, but he didn't. He just looked at her and she looked back with devious eyes and a crooked smile. Instead he backed off a little bit and loosened his grip.

"Who are you?" He asked.

She only chuckled.

"Oh c'mon, you owe me," he said, holding up his own wallet. She gasped, realizing he had somehow taken it back from her.

"You didn't think I'd let you keep that, did you?" He asked, seeing the surprise on her face, "Now pay up. What's your name sweetheart?"

She growled slightly at the nickname, but she shook her arm loose from his grip and took his hand, tracing the letters onto his palm. N E O.

"Neo. You don't talk much, do you Neo?"

She shook her head.

"Well, allow me to introduce myself. Roman Torchwick, at your service miss." He bowed grandly, taking off his hat and then meticulously placing it back on his head. Neo let out a silent little giggle.

"Tell me, Neo, don't you think a beautiful and obviously talented thief such as yourself deserves to be pulling bigger jobs than picking pockets?" Roman took one of her hands as she brought the other up to her heart in a gesture of thanks and agreement.

"Exactly," he said, "Someone like you deserves to be living like a queen, and I can help you make that happen."

Neo raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, unsure still whether she should be trusting him—but somehow, she did anyway.

"Come now, it can't be worse than the streets, can it? Eating in the best restaurants in Remnant, wearing the finest clothes, we'll even design you a weapon made by the best craftsmen, just for you." Now that piqued her interest. "All that, and a comfortable bed to come home to at the end of the night. You've got to admit, that sounds pretty good."

And he was right. It sounded wonderful. She knew it might be the worst mistake of her life, but she didn't care. She saw the look in his eye and she couldn't say no.

Neo immitated Roman's grandiose bow, never breaking eye contact with him.

"Now that's what I like to hear." Roman winked at her and offered her his arm. She took it, and smiled.

"Let's go..."

(Thank you so much for reading this! I would really love some feedback, so please leave a review, and part two to this story should be up soon! Also I'm always taking prompts and ideas so send me you favorite ships and ideas and maybe I'll write you something!

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PrettyLittleMonster Xxx)