A/N: Well, I decided to add a story to the relatively small library of Toaru/RWBY crossovers. Needless to say, it was a bit of a challenge how I'm going to tackle it and I still don't know how. I'm pretty much living up to my name with this fic, so who knows, it might keep going, it might not. Might as well have fun with it right now right?

"GET HIM!"

"OI! BASTARD, COME HERE LIKE A MAN!"

"Crap crap crap!" a spiky-haired boy shouted as he ran for his life through the streets of Vale. Behind him, several angry looking men in suits were chasing him down. Sure, he had the job of delivering some alcohol to a nightclub, but for the result to have a mob that looked like they were going to gut him and not bringing his weapon from his former combat school, has got to be a misfortune.

If you were wondering who this boy of misfortune was, his name is Touma Kamijou. He worked as a courier for the Vale Postal Services while he attended a local high school. Not the most glamorous job, but it allowed a shelter over his head, so he'll take that any day of the week.

Tonight, it just so happens that as he delivered some bottles as part of his job, he noticed a blond girl getting flanked by some pretty nasty men at the bar. Touma thought there was trouble brewing, so he stepped in, trying to help a girl who looked like she was going to get beaten up or worse.

All that essentially did was direct their hostility to the poor Kamijou, and now he was running for his life. He also had grimaced at the fact that he essentially failed the job because he threw the box of bottles as the confrontation got a little more violent there. He was pretty sure he'll be receiving an angry call soon.

Touma just ran as hard as he can, vaulted over railings, and jumped low walls. He may not be a parkour specialist, but he had learned from experience that it was a pretty useful skill to have. As he continued running towards the docks, dodged civilians and vehicles alike, he eventually noticed that angry screaming had finally died down. He glanced around, saw that there weren't any angry looking men wishing to gut him.

Touma collapsed on all fours and took in gulps of air like they were the breath of life. That scared him, almost as bad as the time when he delivered some papers to a nearby village, and a pack of Beowolves happened to sniff him out. It wasn't the first time people chased him as well; he was even forced to learn how to defend himself via some street boxing. That said, being a novice street boxer would do very little against a dozen crooks who looked like they were going to cut his kidneys out and sell it to the black market.

At least the cold night's air was refreshing. After all, with every misfortune that happened in life, Touma appreciated the small things that kept him going. He suddenly heard a couple of footsteps tapping towards him, and he froze. He desperately hoped it wasn't one of the crooks.

"Well, I have to admit, it was pretty brave of you to come in like a knight in shining armour to stand up against a bunch of small-time crooks," an upbeat voice called out. Touma looked up to see a young blonde woman striding towards him, one hand on her hip. His instincts told him that she was the girl at the bar.

"Name's Yang Xiao-Long."

Touma stood up and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. He had to admit, she looked quite beautiful, in that biker jacket. "Touma Kamijou. Glad I lost those guys, they were pretty mad."

Yang grinned with a spark of mischief in her lilac eyes. "Well, they were getting out of control and disrupting the city nightlife… soooo, I had to deal with them one way or the other," she said with a wink. Her underlying meaning wasn't lost on Touma; perhaps she was a Huntress? It would make a lot of sense. It wasn't the first time he ran into people like her if anything they were terrifyingly strong and Touma silently offered a prayer to his pursuers.

"I see… well, I guess I'll go home and-,"

"Wait, I got another business to settle with you," Yang said, her upbeat-tone disappeared into a more serious one. Alarm bells rang in Touma's head. Every time the blonde girl stepped forward, he instinctively stepped back. "I appreciated that you attempted to help me out, but-"

She stopped, and her blonde hair swayed, Touma could suddenly smell the strong alcohol. If he recalled correctly, Yang didn't have anything to drink; she was talking to the Bartender. Touma's stomach dropped as he realised what happened.

"I'm sorry! That was an accident!" Touma shouted in panic. He bowed his head in hopes that his sincerity would get noticed. However, the blonde girl's mood had not improved at all.

"Throwing alcohol over my head was absolutely your fault! My hair got ruined!" Yang roared, her own eyes flickered red and yellow aura began to gather around her. She suddenly grinned again, but Touma couldn't help but feel nothing but fear, "Don't worry, I promise you'll still be alive after this. So now, it's time for the Yang-experience!"

That didn't help Touma's worry at all as he stepped back from Yang's pressure. The yellow bracelets quickly transformed into what looked like gauntlets, a bit like Touma's absent weapon. Suddenly, the blond girl charged and Touma instinctively defended himself with his right hand. The sound of glass cracking resounded throughout the docks and the pressure Touma had found himself in seemingly disappeared. His right hand had caught Yang's right fist, yet Touma still felt that impact from her.

Yang's jaw dropped in shock, as she felt her aura disappear and her eyes turned from red to lilac. Usually, when her fist connected with something, that something would either be flying, breaking or the combination of the two. She pulled back her fist, a little shocked what happened but she felt her aura slowly charged back up. Not only that, she felt her strength returning to her as if she didn't realise that her shock covered the fact that her loss of power was due to the absence of her aura.

Touma on the other hand, shook his right hand, even though the aura charged punch was effectively neutralised, he noticed that Yang still packed an impact behind her fist. That was pretty terrifying, but he knew that if he was going to get out of this relatively unharmed, his right hand would have to be it.

"What the hell was that!?" Yang stepped back; she never felt like this before. Sure, she had times where her aura got broken due to combat, but this time she felt like it simply vanished. It was foreign to her; she had her aura unlocked for a very long time. She glanced her own hands, flexing it and surely, she felt like as if nothing had happened. Her aura was fine if a little bit used up, but other than that, she felt as right as anything else. So what could it be? Did that Touma guy use his semblance? "Hey, you, what the…"

Yang glanced up to see no sign of the spiky-haired boy whatsoever. She looked around her, and all she saw were nothing but the sea, the docks and a few boxes and litter were strewn about. Yang took in a deep breath, and it wasn't the first time people ran away from her, even though they are usually the bad guys. The fact that Touma decided to ditch her insulted her a little. Touma Kamijou had an unusual ability, that's for sure.

Yang's lips twitched upwards, she didn't know why, but for some reason, she had a feeling she'll see him again soon. She turned and strode off, confident as she had ever been.

As for the unlucky guy, he finally made his way to the residential area of Vale. Touma ran from a bunch of small-time crooks, a very hungry huntress, failed a job that got him a furious phone call from his boss, missed out on the nightly sales of the local supermarket and still has yet to do his maths homework due tomorrow. Today's misfortune couldn't be any worse.

The Yang girl was undoubtedly a terrifying person, but he had a feeling she wasn't a bad one either. After all, he had accidentally dumped a whole punch of alcohol on her hair, and anyone would be pretty angry at that. As for why he escaped? Well, he was already pressed for time, but it didn't matter, supermarkets were long closed, his moped is near that bar so he'll have to retrieve it tomorrow and he would have to miss the meal for the night.

He glanced at his right hand, only known as the Imagine Breaker. It was because of it that he could take jobs outside Vale which paid him well. After all, it could effectively kill Grimm with a single touch, but he also knew that it erased dust and aura, which sometimes brought more complications to his life. He wasn't sure if it was a semblance of some kind, his former teacher had told him he lacked an aura which is exceedingly rare in Remnant so that he couldn't be a hunter. Well, being a courier has its perks, so he didn't mind it too much.

Touma sighed as he resignedly trudged to his small apartment. He could almost imagine tomorrow, more supplementary work, an angry teacher and boss, and if his misfortunes were any indication, there would be more potentially painful events waiting for him in the coming day.

"Such misfortune…"

Another night, another delivery. This time it was some assorted dust vials that were to be delivered to a shop named 'Dust till Dawn' and Touma carried the package extremely carefully in a way where his right hand wouldn't cause any problems. He was determined not to fail another job again after a stern talking from his boss, now that he got his trusty bracelet attached to his left arm. On top of that, the extra homework he needs to do after this job. Well, so long as nothing happens, it should be doable.

Touma eventually arrived at the store on his moped and carefully took the crate. As he opened the door, he saw several men in suits vacuuming dust on display. Of course, the doorbell rang the moment he opened it, and it grabbed the attention of those menacing looking individuals. Touma quietly closed the door and thought that he was probably hallucinating and dreaming. He then opened the door again, and this time, it was precisely the same scene he stumbled upon. A heist, he stumbled upon a heist, and Touma could only hang his head at his misfortune once again.

"Hmm? What's this you have there?" Touma whipped around to see a man in a white coat and a black bowler hat. In the man's lip hung a lit cigar and his eyes held mild interest. He simply swiped up the crate in Touma's hand while using his cane to push the boy off. "Hmm, talk about a lucky day. You were bringing in some pretty high-quality dust here."

Touma could only back off, and he knew he was the centre of attention now. The men owlishly peered towards him, but the man in front of him scowled in annoyance and calmly ordered, "Did I say you can stop working? We got a schedule to maintain, chop chop!"

The suited criminals quickly went back to business, taking in the dust to their specialised packs. The man then turned his attention back to Touma and said, "Now, I'm sure you are aware that we are buying out this store, so I suggest you sit back and try not to do anything stupid."

A veiled warning, something Touma was no stranger to. But he felt like he couldn't back down. He knew the importance of dust on the livelihood of people. With a huff, he stepped forward, and his fists clenched tightly, this time he brought his weapon, a lesson he learnt well from yesterday night. He felt a heavy hand, and he glanced to his right, one of the crooks roughly pulled him away from the leader's path.

"If you'll excuse me," the man said and continued his way to the counter. Touma gritted his teeth, and it's not like he can use his weapon and Imagine Breaker now, especially with all the dust around. Suddenly a loud crash was heard, and Touma saw a brief blur of red and rose petals. Everyone including himself was momentarily shocked before the men in suits hurriedly got out of the store. Touma slowly crept to the window and saw a red-hooded girl twirling a large mechanical scythe-like she was in a dance of her own. The thieves were all jumping in after her; some flew away from the sheer impact of the girl's attacks.

Touma gritted his teeth, he wasn't sure if the girl could handle all of them, but then he saw one of the men holding what looked like a small blade, slowly creeping up to the girl who briefly paused to wipe her sweat.

"LOOK OUT!" Touma roared and charged, that got both the girl and her assailant's attention. Touma's bracelet transformed into a black gauntlet with a small wrist-mounted launcher, he aimed at the man promptly fired. The man didn't even realise what happened before he was blown back several meters and just laid there unconscious.

The girl in the red hood simply gaped at Touma, before her silver eyes sparkled in wonder as she chattered, "Wow! That was so awesome, was that a concussive round you just used?"

She zoomed straight up to Touma as she grabbed his left arm, raising it left and right trying to see it at every single angle. Touma couldn't say anything, she kept bombarding him with various questions, and it took quite a while before she realised what she was doing before she stepped back to hide her embarrassment under her hood.

"S-sorry! I just get excited when I see weapons and um- well… My name is Ruby Rose!" She chattered, and she stiffly held her left hand out.

Touma blinked before smiling awkwardly himself, "Touma Kamijou."

"Great! I'm actually seeing some cliche to a romance movie," a voice called out. Touma and Ruby turned their attention to the leader of the heist who casually strode out of the store while flicking a cigar away. Behind him, two of the mooks were flanking at his sides. "Really, well, today is a near bust. Get to the extraction point."

The men behind him nodded and hastily left with crates tucked under their arms. Before Ruby or Touma could chase after them, the leader pointed his cane at the two and fired a projectile, to which Touma reacted as he pulled Ruby behind him and held out his right hand. A ringing sounded out, and the dust projectile simply disappeared, leaving the leader and Ruby a little shocked at the outcome.

The man lowered the cane. He had dealt with many hunters before, and he was well aware of what semblances are. However, this was perhaps the first time he saw a semblance capable of nullifying a dust projectile in some form. Despite that, the man wasn't exactly shaken; after all, he's just dealing with two kids way in over their heads.

Ruby took the initiative now that the man had lowered his cane, and charged with her scythe held up high. She swung her scythe forward, and the man simply backstepped to avoid the intimidating blade. He then stepped forward and struck his cane out only for Ruby to weave out of the way. The two exchanged blow after blow, each one avoided or parried like a well-rehearsed dance.

Touma, however, wasn't going to wait for them to finish and charged himself. He may not be as fast as Ruby, but he was pretty confident he can help take down someone who had threatened the shopkeeper. As he charged in, he immediately dove for the man who effortlessly weaved out of the way. The two teens clashed against the man, exchanging blows. Touma struggled due to his slower speed while Ruby and the man effortlessly weaved, ducked and sidestep each blow. Despite that, Touma still managed to stick into the fight thanks to his armoured gauntlet.

The man grunted in annoyance before he slammed his cane at Touma, who stumbled in pain. He then pushed Ruby away and left all three of them a brief point of respite. He then adjusted his hat and scarf; after all, he had an appearance to maintain.

"Well, as much as I'd love to continue dancing with you, Red, I have more important things to attend to," the man mocked as he twirled his cane before aiming it at the ground. With a click, the whole place brightened up with a loud bang. Touma and Ruby instinctively covered their eyes. However, it was too late. The two found their sight and hearing completely overloaded, and how the man wasn't affected by it, they had no idea.

The man disappeared, and the two left were seeing double visions and a ringing noise from the dust flashbang. When the two eventually recovered, they surveyed their surroundings, and all that's left were scorch marks, 'Dust till Dawn' storefront that looked like a bull broke out of it and several unconscious men.

"Ruby, are you alright?" Touma asked as he deactivated his weapon, much to the girl's dismay. She merely nodded, before giving a bright smile.

"You were pretty cool there Touma! Too bad that guy got away," Ruby replied as she sheathed her weapon.

Now that Touma had a proper look at Ruby, he realised how young she looked. She was probably at least a year or two younger than him yet the way she handled all these men was awe-inspiring. To top that off, she must've been using aura to help augment her fighting style. He had no idea how she was able to swing that massive scythe around so quickly.

Ruby, on the other hand, examined Touma with some mild interest. Touma's left gauntlet reminded her a lot of her older sister's weapon. Despite that, it was scarce for someone to use a concussive projectile at all. She had to admit; it was pretty cool to see it in action. The boy, on the other hand, was pretty normal, all he wore was a simple white shirt, navy blue jacket and pants.

Before the two could continue their conversation, sirens were heard, and within half a minute, several Vale Police cars surrounded them.

Touma quickly realised one thing, if the police see that he was involved in the incident, then he will likely be taken in for questioning and as a result, be home late. There's a good chance he won't be able to finish tonight's supplementary homework. As the police briskly crowded the scene and got to work, Touma could only say one thing, "Such misfortune…"

Touma was depressed, despondent and most of all defeated. He rarely feared his scroll, but before he was sent to this particular room he was held in by the police, his boss had made it abundantly clear over the scroll that he was no longer a courier for the Vale Postal Services. Furthermore, they left him here for a good half an hour, and he was pretty sure he won't be finishing his homework anytime soon. Two days, in a row, involved with troublesome people, his now former boss raged at him and his unfinished homework that laid inside his apartment untouched. Now, he was wondering if he was going to be jailed as well. Hopefully, the shopkeeper and Ruby vouched for him because so far, his misfortune seemed to be making it a terrible time for him.

He laid his head on the table; yep, it was over for him, he'll probably be homeless by the end of the week. Might as well give up now. He heard a tiny click, and the door opened, he looked up to see a middle-aged man with spectacles and a relatively young blonde woman following behind him. The man smiled and quietly sat down, opposite of the boy.

"Touma Kamijou, correct? I'm Ozpin, and this is Glynda Goodwitch, I'd like to talk to you about tonight's events," the man said as he held out his hand. Touma nodded and held out his left hand. Ozpin raised his eyebrow but decided to push it away and took the handshake.

"Glynda, if you would please," the man said. The woman nodded and pulled out a scroll. She tapped it a few times before holding it out to the two males, displaying a video of Ruby and Touma fighting the men in front of the dust store.

"Touma Kamijou, I find it interesting that you are capable of this much yet you aren't attending any combat school. Still, I'd like your account for tonight's events, if you would please," Ozpin requested. Touma scratched the back of his head, and he didn't mind and recounted the experience. Ruby was in the other room when the police took them in, so it was likely he asked the same thing of her. He explained from the very start, and there wasn't a reason to lie to him, though Ozpin and Glynda's face raised an eyebrow or two as he recounted the story.

Ozpin leaned forward, his eyes peered into Touma's own as if he were testing him. "Your skills are certainly impressive. The fact that you used concussive rounds was quite interesting as well. Why have you left your Combat School?"

Touma sighed; it wasn't exactly a memory he'd like to bring up. "When the teachers were unlocking the auras, it turns out I don't have one."

It brought pretty painful memories to the Touma. It was common knowledge that every living being except the Grimm has an aura, unlocked or otherwise. However, when it was known that Touma lacked an aura, he had been the target of bullying, many equated him to be a 'Grimm' in human form. The fact that most teachers also recommended that he leave the school for his safety, it was a bitter pill to swallow for him.

"I see. That leads me to the next question, Touma," Ozpin said with a solemn nod after seeing the said boy's face. He gestured towards Glynda's scroll that is now playing back a particular scene. Touma's eyes widened as the scene made a slow replay of him erasing the dust projectile like it was nothing.

"I've been doing a little bit of investigation work on you, Touma. You are working for the Vale Postal Services, correct?"

Touma mumbled in response, only for both Ozpin and Glynda to share a glance.

"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that."

"I got fired," Touma repeated gloomily, drew a sigh from Glynda and a sympathetic smile from Ozpin. Both of them had a good idea why Touma was fired, not really because of his incompetence but rather the unusual circumstances surrounding him.

"What interested me most, was how you dealt with the Grimm even though you lack an aura," Ozpin said with another sip of his mug. He would never have found Touma otherwise since he was incredibly unremarkable. He had spent some time digging into Touma and Ruby after tonight's incident, and he was convinced he stumbled upon two gems. "I've never heard of someone using a semblance without an unlocked aura, so, if you may, what is that ability of yours?"

Touma glanced at his right hand and replied, "I'm not sure if it is a semblance, to be honest. I've had this since I was born. I call it Imagine Breaker, but it only works with my right hand. Dust, Grimm, Aura, whatever it touches, it disappears."

Ozpin nodded, that would explain why Touma offered the left hand instead of the right hand. It doesn't seem like the boy could turn it off like a certain experienced hunter. However, Ozpin was certainly intrigued that despite lacking aura, Touma was undoubtedly capable of entering dangerous situations and even do reasonably well in combat situations. Since he doesn't have an aura, this required an entirely different approach.

"Do you mind if you can show me your right hand?" Ozpin requested. Touma gingerly held it out, and the man examined. Nothing abnormal appearance-wise, he then took Touma's hand and immediately he heard glass cracking before his aura just completely diminished. The alien feeling had indeed startled the man as he jumped a bit as if being shocked.

"That is certainly an interesting phenomenon," Ozpin muttered. It could also mean that it is the critical reason why Touma lacked an aura. Despite that, there would be a need for more observations to make any concrete conclusions. It certainly could be a significant boon against the Grimm and most importantly against Salem. With that in mind Ozpin, released Touma's hand, satisfied with his preliminary observations.

"Touma, I'd like you to offer a place at Beacon Academy. You certainly have the qualities of a huntsman that we need," Ozpin said, much to the surprise of both Touma and Glynda.

Touma knew that this was the only opportunity he has left. With no money, job and school going nowhere, this might be the best chance he got. After all, he did enter combat school to help people, and Ozpin is offering that opportunity. What's more, he'll have a place to stay and eat, and this is perhaps his lucky break.

"I'll take it!" Touma announced with a smile to which Ozpin nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, we'll contact you for more details in regards to your enrollment. In the meantime, the police have authorised your release, so please wait for us at the lobby."

Touma nodded, a little stunned at his current situation and left the room. He then ran into one very happy looking Ruby Rose at the lobby who quickly greeted him warmly. From the sound of it, her talk with Ozpin probably had a very positive effect on her.

"Touma! Touma! Ozpin is letting me into Beacon! Beacon!" She yelled as she flapped her hands around, Touma could've sworn that that the hyperactive girl glinted in her eye. She then zoomed right to his side and nudged him with her elbow, "Did Ozpin let you in Beacon too?"

Touma flinched from the over-enthusiastic girl, but he couldn't help but grin and nod at the outcome of tonight. That left the scythe-wielder completely happy, she always had trouble connecting with people, but now she found a friend who is going to Beacon with her and that friend has a pretty sweet weapon that uses the rare concussive rounds.

Meanwhile, Glynda could only sigh at what happened in the room. She was aware of the unique situation of tonight. She was fine with Ruby Rose joining Beacon, despite her relatively young age. She certainly had the physical capability, and her mastery over her semblance was undoubtedly remarkable for her age. However, Glynda couldn't say the same about Touma. While Touma did show some potential in combat and that his semblance was certainly an intriguing factor, the fact that he lacked an aura was a significant concern.

"Ozpin, I have to oppose to your decision about bringing him into Beacon. The fact that he lacks an aura is a problem as a huntsman and to his safety," Glynda stated sternly. Ozpin continued sipping his hot chocolate, not at all sharing his concern with his right-hand woman. "The curriculum isn't designed for him either, it could get himself and if he passed, his team killed."

"I'm aware of your concerns, Glynda. However, I see that he has astounding potential and it would be a loss if we don't facilitate in a way for him to reach it," Ozpin replied mildly with a small smile before he stood up. Glynda frowned, still unsatisfied with his answer. It wasn't like she wanted to deny Touma's chance at being a huntsman, but as a teacher and huntsman herself, she couldn't allow the boy who lacked an aura to operate in that profession. Ozpin wasn't done explaining, "For young Touma, you are correct that the current curriculum is unsuitable for him due to his unique circumstances. In that case, we'll have to modify it for his time at Beacon."

Glynda frowned, but at least it was indeed the better choice, even though the standards were warped for Touma. She sympathised with the fact that Touma is going to be homeless had Ozpin not offer him a chance at Beacon. It wasn't like they could call up Atlas and provide him with something unique that can help him keep up with the rest of the huntsman in training.

"However, for the rest of the students, including Ruby Rose, it will remain the same," Ozpin continued, and he drained the last of his hot chocolate, "I'll have to make some calls, but by the next four years, Touma Kamijou will be a fine Huntsman."

Well, that's the first chapter. I realised now, that Ruby is surprisingly difficult for me to write as a character. I'm not sure why, but it just felt painful.