Mistborn: The Final Isekai

by Taiyiridin

Summary:

After ----- was sent into Reen's body, he's had to navigate the Final Empire while protecting his little sisters. Yet as he takes the name of the character he possesses and watches the story play out, he comes to learn that not everything is as it seems. Something is pulling the strings behind the shadows. Something that... perhaps orchestrated his death. But his little sister still has a rebellion to help and an immortal emperor to kill. These problems will have to wait another time.

All Credits to Brandon Sanderson. Mistborn is his work, I just happen to be a freeloader that really wanted to write this.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Reen ran quickly, pushing through the skaa that crowded the streets carrying a small sack filled with bread. Gotta get home in time, gotta get home in time. Leaving the girls with their mother was risky, especially knowing what Reen knew. After all, he’d read all of Brandon Sanderson’s works. After dying in earth, Reen had found himself transported here. In the final empire. In the body of Vin’s older brother. Quickly opening the door to their slum, Reen saw his mother preparing to slice open Messily before he slammed into her. “NOOO!!” She screamed as Reen grabbed the knife out of her hand and used it to stab her.
“Must kill… the cursed… child.” She said before dying.
“I’m sorry mother. But, I won’t let Ruin use you.” Reen said, as he grabbed Messily and put her back in her crib along with Vin.
Reen. He had used that name so much that he’d forgotten his old one. Nonetheless, Reen felt relief flood through his veins. We’re going to need to move. And I’m going to have to take care of two babies. But that was alright. They were safe now, and that’s all that mattered. Pulling up a hidden board that not even his mother knew about, He pulled out a sack and a dueling cane. The sack had some basic necessities in it, food tokens, coins that he couldn’t use, tools, and a few vials of steel. He was a Coinshot. He had realized, that since Vin was a Mistborn and Messily was a Seeker, it only made sense. Then he realized he wasn’t born from Tevedian. And then he realized his mother had made him with another noble and that there was a chance. So, he tested the metals and the steel worked. He grabbed the sack and tied it to his belt. Then, he grabbed two hidden leather contraptions. Baby carriers. It was amazing how far modern knowledge could get you. He strapped them onto him, and put Messily in one, and Vin in the other. Vin began crying. And when Vin cried, Messily cried. Great. Sighing and unhooking both of the babies, Reen began breaking off pieces of bread and attempted to feed them. After that didn’t work, Reen sniffed VIn’s diaper. It stunk. Sighing again, and changing it, Reen finally got both girls to calm down and fall asleep. He began to realize how difficult his task was going to be. He began walking, putting a large cloak of himself to cover his sisters. He still drew some attention, but after a while, he was able to shake it off. Then a hand was on his shoulder. Reen spun around, preparing to punch whoever it was and run. “Reen! I was looking for you! Listen, I’ve got a job, and… What are those?” Cedgar asked, before getting surprised by his sisters.
Reen had to admit, a five-year-old, carrying two infants was a little weird.
“These, are my sisters. My mother, she’s insane and tried to kill one of them today. So I… killed her, and then took them and ran.” Reen explained.
“I see.” Cedgar said as he ushered Reen into an alleyway. “So, about the job…”
“I don’t know,” Reen said, glancing helplessly at the man. They liked him cause he was five, and could squeeze into places he wasn’t supposed to. Of course, that meant that he had the most dangerous jobs, but as long as they made money, they didn’t care.
“I need to find a place to live, and I need to take care of my sisters,” Reen said as he walked with Cedgar.
“Need a place to live?” Cedgar asked, his eyes glinting. “Tell you what, you can join my crew, permanently. Not these occasional jobs anymore. In exchange, you can live at my lair and so can your sisters!”
Reen gulped. It was a good offer. But could he really spare any time away from his sisters? What if Ruin tried to strike again? Calm down. Ruin’s still imprisoned. He can only control the insane. “Are you sure?” Reen asked. “Will they be safe? How much of my cut goes to living in your lair? I need enough food for all three of us!”
“Relax,” Cedgar said as he patted Reen on the shoulder, as they walked up to his lair. “Everything will be fine.”

And so they were. For years, Reen did jobs and hopped from one crew to another, with his sisters. As soon as they were old enough, Reen taught them to fight, steal, and trust. Of course, he was in the underground, so he couldn’t have them being naive. He instilled lessons of caution in them. Vin grew up like how she did in the books, albeit, a bit more trusting, Messily grew up the same way. “I need you two to remember,” Reen told them when they turned thirteen. It seemed like the time Reen would die. “If I die, I won’t be able to protect you. You’ll be on your own. Stay with Camon, and have each other’s backs.”
“But you won’t die,” Vin said. “Right?”
“I’ll do my best.” Reen chuckled.
“What’ll happen to us if you die?” Messily asked, her eyes wide.
“Camon needs you, for your… Luck.” Reen said, looking pointedly at both of them.
Vin and Messily had both described using their allomatic powers and they had been incredibly useful. Vin could push on people's emotions, and Messily could hear thumps that Camon had learned indicated danger.
Then the day of reckoning had come. He was walking home when he felt someone following him. Steel Inquisitor. He thought as he quickly began heading in the opposite direction of the lair. The he heard a loud thump behind him. “Inquisitor! What do you come to ask a lowly skaa?” Reen asked as he drew a dueling can in one hand, and but his hand in one of the bags at his sides.
“Your half-breed sisters. Where are they?” The Inquisitor asked, snarling.
“They died of starvation. A long time ago.” Reen replied.
“Lies!” The Inquisitor said, running at him, drawing his obsidian axes.
Pewter enhanced the Inquisitor's speed, so Reen barely had time to dodge. He’ll have atium. I’ll have to react to his movements. Swing from the left. Duck. Now he’s gonna cleave my head open. Reen opened his mouth and dropped a coin. He’d gotten into a habit of doing that. He began burning steel. Blue lines appeared all over the place. The he pushed off the coin, doing a backflip and narrowly avoiding the Inquisitor's axe. Now. My turn. He turned off steel and threw pewter dust at the Inquisitor's nails. Then he pulled out a coin and dropped it behind him, pushing. The coin began speeding away. Reen grabbed another handful of dust and as he was pushed forward, threw it at the Inquisitor's eyes again. He was blinded as well, but it didn’t matter. He shot forward, slamming into the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor dropped his axes. Then, he reached up and grabbed one of the eyenails while letting go of his initial push and pushing off with his dueling cane. One down, one to go. The Inquisitor grabbed his eye, clutching it in pain. Reen wasted no time. He grabbed more coins and shot them at the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor tried to shoot them back, but Reen began pushing on the coin behind him as well, launching the coins as well as him, again and throwing his dueling cane at the Inquisitor he launched at the creature, a second time. Ignoring the pain of ramming into an Inquisitor, Reen grabbed the eyenail while the Inquisitor tried to catch the dueling cane. Checkmate. Reen pulled the nail out while letting go of his push on the coin behind him, using the momentum to help pull the nail out. The dead inquisitor fell in the alleyway. A few skaa who had peeked looked at him in awe. He heard mummers of Steel Slayer. Reen ignored it as he dropped a coin and pushed, landing on the roof. This was gonna be hard to explain to Camon.

Chapter 2: Steel Hunter

Notes:

For those who don't know, Steel Slayer is a nod to another one of Brandon's works, the Reckoners series.

Reen ran on top of the roofs, dropping coins and using them to launch himself. This is, awesome. He thought as he did a backflip in the night. The mists swirled around him. His original plan had been to go to the Well of Ascension and steal the lerasium for him and Messily, but since the Well was underneath Kerdik Shaw which was guarded by more Inquisitors he had to make do with… other sources of power. The small spike in his left eye throbbed. Steel Hunter. That’s what they had begun to call him. And thank the Survivor they did. Reen thought. Steel Slayer would have just been too funny.
But, Reen had to admit, he wanted more power. Ruin occasionally came to him, trying to use his voice to mislead him, but Reen ignored it. Then Ruin realized that that wouldn’t work and tried tempting him with power. Now that was a smarter decision. And Reen had to admit, he was certainly tempted. He had stolen the spike from an Inquisitor and made himself a Lurcher. He wore a grey cloak, not made of a bunch of tassels, like mistcloaks, instead, it was made of two pieces stitched together, one a lighter grey than the other. He thought it was awesome. His sisters, not so much. They were more sassy than in the book. Especially around him. Though, I guess I shouldn’t be alive right now. Reen thought, grinning. He had a leather eye patch that covered his eye, but he could still see blue lines through it. There was a thump behind him. He didn’t even need to look, the blue lines told him enough. Guess I won’t be back to greet Kelsier. He thought as he pulled out his dueling cane, spinning it in one hand like a lightsaber and putting the other in one of his two bags, this one for pewter dust. “Well, well. Shall I shoot down another Inquisitor? Getting rid of another from their ranks?” Reen said, grinning. The Inquisitor growled and charged at him.

“He’s still not back,” Messily said as she huddled up, holding her hands in her legs.
She and Vin were at one of the crew’s watch-holes watching as ash fell from the sky. Reen had gone out last night, right before, and hadn’t come back yet. The watch-holes were one of the places they could both hide, together. No matter what happens, you two stay together.
“Messily! Vin!” Ulef said, sticking his head into the room. “There you guys are! Camon’s been looking for you two for half an hour.”
Why did you think I hid? She kept her mouth shut, though she shared a glance with Messily that told her that she was thinking the same thing.
“You guys should get going,” Ulef said. “The job’s almost ready to begin.”
Messily nodded and tugged on Vin’s shoulder, as they got out of the small watch hole. They brushed past Ulef and hopped out the trapdoor, Vin first, then Messily. They walked down the hallway, then a run-down pantry. They left the building through the back door, while Ulef trailed behind them. They exited the alleyway and moved out onto the street that held all the skaa slums. Those who were too sick or old to work lay in corners and gutters, ash covering them. Vin and Messily both pulled up their hoods to block the ash.
When will he be back? Please come back!

“There you are!” Camon said as he lifted a fat finger and jabbed it towards both of their faces. “Where were you?”
Messily reached out and grabbed Vin’s hand. Vin gave a comforting squeeze. No matter what happens, you two stay together.
Messily carefully looked and waited for the blow. It came, strong enough to knock both of the girls against a wall. They bore the punishment silently, clutching each other’s hands tightly. Just have to bear with it until Reen gets home. Then we can leave like we always do.
“Listen,” Camon hissed. “This is an important job. It’s worth more than both of you a hundred times over. I won’t have you fouling it up. Understand?”
“What about Reen?” Messily asked, losing her self-control.
Camon turned pale. Something about Reen scared him. Whenever he was here, Camon didn’t dare beat them. “Reen isn’t here!” Camon roared at them as if to reassure himself.
But when he’s back, we’ll have a talk about how you’ve been treating us.
He was frustrated because of the skaa rebellion a few days to the north. It would make the nobility more alert and harder to scam.
Messily watched as she saw Camon raise his hand to strike them again. Then he sighed, turning and lowering his hand. Messily spared a glance at Vin. She carefully didn’t look back. Camon was in his noble costume, but more than that, he was an excellent actor. He definitely had the bearings of a noble.
“What’s going on?” a man asked, as he entered the room. He was dressed in a grey shirt and a pair of slacks, a sword tied at his waist. Theron. The two leaders couldn’t look more different. One was in noble clothes while the other was in skaa.
Camon looked up. “Minor discipline problem. No need to bother yourself, Theron.”
Camon punctuated his remark with a dismissive wave of the hand. Theron’s eyes narrowed and then looked over at Vin and Messily. “Who are these?” He asked.
“Reen’s sisters.” Camon said.
Theron visibly paled. “Is he…” He asked letting the question hang in the air.
“No. He had something to do.”
“What happens when he finds out you’re treating them like this?”
Camon turned red. “He’ll do nothing. I’m the crewleader, not the other way around!”
Messily couldn’t think of anything more untrue. Reen would make a great crewleader, and would be able to easily slaughter Camon and his allies, or even subjugate them. But her brother refused, insisting that too much fame was bad for thieves.
“The obligator is nearly here,” Theron said. “Are you ready?”
Camon rolled his eyes, sitting down. “Everything is perfect. Leave me be, Theron! Go back to your room and wait.”
Theron frowned, then spun and walked from the room, muttering to himself.
“Camon,” Vin said quietly, “the servants are too fine.”
Camon frowned, looking up. “What is that you’re babbling?”
“She said that the servants are too fine.” Messily said in a voice not much louder than Vin.
Messily understood why. They were supposed to be impoverished and desperate. The servant currently had clothes that were too nice.
As Vin explained to him, Camon replied, “What do you know?”
“She knows enough,” Messily said, as Camon pulled her attention to her, raising a bejeweled hand to slap her.
Messily glanced at Vin as her eyes widened, Shaking her head. She had to save the rest of her luck.
But Camon didn’t hit her. Instead, he sighed and rested his fat hand on her shoulder. “Why do you insist on provoking me you two? Why haven’t I just sold you to the whorehouses already?”
Because you’re terrified of our brother.
She didn’t say that of course, but it was almost as if Camon could here her thoughts.
He could explain one bruise on them, as part of the act of being a noble. But even Camon knew what happened to those who incurred the wrath of their brother. Instead of them having to beg for mercy, he would be begging for mercy. However, Reen seemed to be especially patient with Camon. He lifted his hand from her shoulder and waved for the servants to dress more like skaa. Then, an Obligator stepped into the room.

Notes:

What, you thought I was gonna write out the whole scam sequence? Reen isn't there, so basically nothing different happens. It's a fanfic, not a straight-up plagiarism. If you want to read that, in a better, more well-written format, then read Mistborn, by the actual author, Brandon Sanderson.

Besides that, I need thoughts. I don't know how to make Vin and Messily's personalities. I feel like Vin's the same as in the book, except more trusting and sassy. And Messily feels a little like a carbon copy of Vin. I want them to be similar, but I also wanna differentiate them.

Chapter 3: Alone, with two strange men

Summary:

Things are going to begin to alternate next chapter, I promise!

Notes:

Honestly, I blame the AO3 format. It wouldn't be so thick if the format went on a diet.

Kelsier stuffed another one of the cakes into his mouth. The fat thief and his two scrawny attendants passed through the waiting room, entering the entryway beyond. “Well?” Dockson asked impatiently.
“They’re quite good,” He said, grabbing another cake. “The Ministry has always had excellent taste-it it makes sense they would provide superior snacks.”
Dockson rolled his eyes. “The girls, Kell.”
They crossed the entry chamber-passing the fat crewleader, who was speaking with a scribe. Kelsier stepped out onto the street, pulling hi hood up against the still-falling ash, then walked across the street.
“How’d you find out about them?”
“Your brother,” Dockson replied. “ Camon tried to scam Marsh a few months ago and brought the girls with him. Actually, their brother is on the rise not only in thief circles, but with the local skaa too!”
“What do you mean?” Kelsier asked, curiously.
“Have you heard about the Steel Hunter?” Dockson asked.
Kelsier nodded. “Some of the local skaa asked me if I was him.”
“Their brother has apparently killed a Steel Inquisitor. Actually, he’s killed multiple Steel Inquisitors. He’s convinced a lot of local skaa to revolt. Even the nobles are on high alert about him!”
“How has he not been caught?”
“Cause nobodies put the strings together yet! The only thing we know is that a Steel Inquisitor was killed near Camon’s lair a few months ago. And then they began dropping like flies! But he keeps his appearance hidden, and all Inquisitors who try to attack him have died.”
“Then their brother’s definitely a Mistborn. No ordinary man could take down on of those monsters.”
“And his sisters?”
“Mistings at least. How lucky. If they join our crew, we’ll have two Mistings along with a Mistborn!”
Then they noticed a giant body, black robes, and nails in eyes. “I got this. You keep an eye on them.”
Kelsier dropped a coin and flared steel. A Steel Hunter would be really helpful right now!

Of course, Reen couldn’t come. He was too busy hiding in an alleyway, struggling to not be caught. They’re catching on. They sent three this time. He initially thought it had only been one they had snuck up and jumped him. I’m gonna be late for the job. No, I’m already late. He limped along the alleyway, holding three bloody spikes in his hand. He used his dueling cane as a crutch. The job should go as it was supposed to in the books, and Reen could rest easy. Not easy. I’m definitely on the Lord Ruler's radar by now. It’s a good thing I’ve begun wearing a mask. Reen finally relented, and sitting down in the alleyway, and pulling out a jar. Opening it, he found the piece of meat he’d left in it. Like a pincushion, it was filled with spikes. He pulled out a specific one and rammed it into his shoulder. Then, he pulled out an emergency vial and drank it. Pewter. He began flaring it, and found the strength to stand again. Only for a little bit. Enough to get home. He stood up, his previous exhaustion forgotten, and dropped a coin and pushed onto the roof.

Camon kept counting his coins. Three thousand boxings was much more then Camon earned on a good year. His closest minions sat near him, laughing and drinking as the ale flowed freely. Vin sat in the corner with Messily. She didn’t like it. Messily swore that she heard thumping and that normally indicated danger. She also could never have imagined the Ministry would let go of such a sum so quickly. Remember what Reen says. They’re the same as us, except they think that we’re inferior to them in every way. That arrogance gives us the advantage and lets us strike where it hurts most.
Still, she felt nervous. “Hey,” Messily said, tugging her shirt, quietly “I don’t like this. We should prepare to leave.”
Vin nodded. Reen would get back soon, and they’d finally be able to leave. She and Messily walked to the general sleeping quarters and grabbed their bedrolls as well as their small sacks. We only take essentials and move quickly and quietly. With their sacks slung over their shoulders, they headed back to where everyone was partying. Then she saw Ulef, not at the table where he had been partying, but next to Camon. “What’s going on?” Camon stood, glaring at her and Messily. “Running off to betray me to the Ministry?”
Vin grabbed Messily by the wrist and scrambled past a few crew members, until she felt Messily stumble. She glanced back, seeing that Camon had thrown a stool at her. Messily fell with a thud. Vin felt a surge of anger, and reached into her sack, pulling out a knife. Camon glared at her with drunken eyes. “Gonna stab me, eh?”
Vin charged, ducking under a swinging arm, and stabbed him in the leg. Camon cried out in pain, a backhand sending Vin flying against the wall. Vin felt a burst of pain throughout her body. Camon stalked towards her, fists ready to strike. She raised her knife in front of her, but Camon slapped it away. She watched helplessly, as Camon raised his fist, murderous intent in his eyes, and tried to use Luck on him. He hesitated, but then Vin ran out. She was dead. Then a figure in a gray cloak, two different shades of gray, stitched together. Reen. She thought, relaxing.

Reen had never felt so angry. Sure, he was really a boy inside of Reen’s body, but he cared for Messily and Vin. The way Messily’s eyes sparked when she ate good food, or Vin’s quite smugness when she got something right. “Reen! I didn’t expect you to be back so…” Camon tried to say as Reen kicked him, his legs enhanced by pewter…
“I was just disciplining your sisters!” Camon said, as he tried to crawl away.
Reen drew his dueling cane, prepared to slam it against Camon’s head and crack it. Then his pewter ran out. He’d been flaring it non-stop since he was injured, and only stopped for a few hours in between. He felt exhaustion hitting him, and he sagged. Camon noticed this and got up, swinging at him. Reen couldn’t resist. The pewter drag was way too much on him. He took the blow, landing on his sides. He heard Vin and Messily scream as he felt himself go unconscious. He reached up, and using the last of his strength, pulled out the spike embedded in his shoulder. Then he blacked out.

Messily watched, with horror as she saw Camon punch Reen. She pulled out her dagger and ran at Camon. He turned around and drunkenly backhanded her. She flew and then was caught by a tall blond man. He had a nobleman’s suit, with a free-hanging cloak. He bore no weapons. But he looked furious. Who is he? Messily wondered. He turned and smiled at her, and she found herself smiling back. Everything felt relaxed and peaceful. That’s Vin’s Luck! She turned to Vin and saw that she too was alarmed. This man had used Vin’s Luck. “Who are you?” Camon demanded as Messily was put down.
Camon was slammed backward by some unseen force. The man finally walked into the room, followed by a shorter man with a half beard and close-cropped straight hair.
Camon sat up, groaning holding his head. Messily should feel anger towards this man. He had attacked Reen! But right now, all she felt was peace. “Master Dockson! Well, um, what a surprise!”
“Indeed,” Dockson said.
Camon climbed to his feet, studying the blond newcomer. Camon then looked at his hands which were lined with overlapping scars. “By the Lord Ruler…” Camon whispered. “The Survivor of Hathsin!”
Messily glanced at him. The Survivor? She didn’t recognize that title. “Master Kelsier!” Camon sputtered. “What a rare honor!”
Kelsier shook his head. “You know, I’m not really interested in listening to you.”
Camon let out an “urk” of pain as he was thrown backward again, revealing Reen. Reen! Messily thought with a spike of alertness as she ran towards him. Vin, apparently having the same idea ran towards him as well. He was bleeding from the shoulder and had a bloody spike in his hand. Messily picked up her fallen dagger, cut off a piece of Reen’s cloak, and used it as a makeshift bandage.
“...followed by two Ministry scouts, one high-ranking perlan… and a single Steel Inquisitor.”
Messily’s blood ran cold. “ I dealt with the Inquisitor,” Kelsier said before pausing dramatically.
Well, that's not impressive.
“And require payment for my services.” Kelsier finished.
Messily watched as Milev grabbed the box of Ministry boxings, and proffered it to Kelsier. They were saying something, but Messily didn’t listen. “The bleeding hasn’t stopped,” Vin said, worriedly.
“What should we do?” Messily asked.
Vin just shook her head, giving Messily a worried look. Reen had always taken care of them. When Vin was sick, Reen knew what to do. When Messily had broken her leg, Reen knew how to fix it. But now, with Reen relying on them, They were helpless. “... Camon won’t have an easy time of it here in Luthadel.” Milev said.
Just what exactly were you discussing? “Good. You’re a resourceful man, Milev. Quick on your feet, and not as easily intimidated as the others.”
“I’ve had dealings with Mistings before, Master Kelsier,” Milev said.
Kelsier nodded. “Dox,” He said, addressing his partner, “where were we going to have our meeting tonight?”
“I was thinking that we should use Clubs’s shop,” Dockson said.
“Hardly a neutral location. Especially if he decides not to join us.”
“True.”
Kelsier glanced a Milev. “I’m planning a job here. It would be useful to have local support.” He held out a pile of about a hundred boxings. “We’ll require the use of your lair for the evening. Can that be arranged?”
“Of course,” Milev replied, grabbing the coins gleefully.
“Good,” Kelsier said. “Now, out.”
“Out?” Mileve asked hesitantly.
“Yes, and take your men-including your former leader-and leave. I want a private conversation with these three.” Kelsier said, gesturing to Messily, Vin, and Reen.
Messily shared a worried glance with Vin. At least the bleeding had finally stopped.
“Well, you heard him!” Milev snapped. The rest of the crew began hurrying out, dragging Camon with them.
And then they were alone. With two strange men and an unconscious Reen.

Notes:

I wanted to make Messily a foodie and give Vin more confidence. Also, I named her Messily because it was on the wiki. The Coppermind didn't give me a name, so I had to use fandom. And it said her name was Messily. I don't really get it.

Chapter 4: My Cloak!

Summary:

Dude, that cloak took like, five hours to make!

“I’m awake you know. You don’t have to keep pressing on my shoulder like that.” Reen said.
Messily and Vin gasped as their brother stood up. He smiled at them, as they both hugged him. “What’s going on?” He asked after they finally let up.
Both Messily and Vin nodded toward Kelsier. “I see,” Reen said, looking at him through his eye patch.
He’d lost that eye while escaping a Steel Inquisitor. Yet somehow it still felt like he could see through it.
Reen struggled to stand up. He needed to use both Vin and Messily for support. Dockson and Kelsier glanced at him from their conversation. “Master Dockson, Master Kelsier. To what do we own the honor?” Reen asked.
“Sit down, child! Don’t force yourself to stand for us!” Dockson said, waving him down.
“You heard about me. Or more likely, one of my sisters. Maybe both. It was when Camon tried to scam Marsh a while back. He noticed that one, or both of my sisters were Mistings, and then kept track of them. You’ve just come back to Luthadel. Dockson decided to show you, my sisters. See if they were good prospects for this job of yours. You didn’t really kill the Inquisitor, just mislead it.” Reen said instead.
There was silence as all eyes stared at Reen. “This one’s good.” Dockson finally said, pointing at Reen as he began to search for alcohol behind the bar.
“Indeed,” Kelsier said, smiling broadly.
Dockson came with a few bottles. “Anything good?” Kelsier asked.
“What do you think?” Dockson asked. “Even among thieves. Camon isn’t exactly known for his refinement. I have socks worth more than this.”
Kelsier sighed. “Give me one anyway.” Then he turned and smiled at Reen. “You?”
Reen shook his head. “Don’t drink. Doesn’t taste good and I hate being drunk.”
Kelsier glanced at Messily and Vin. They both shook their heads. “So,” Kelsier said, pulling up a chair. “They say you kill Inquisitors.”
“Correct,” Reen said, a ghost of a smile on his face as he pulled up a chair for him with Vin and Messily sitting on either side of him.
“So, that begs the question, how?” Kelsier asked.
There was a pause. “How about this? We’ll play a game. I answer your questions and you answer my questions. We’ll take turns. You can kill Inquisitors by pulling out their spikes.”
“Which ones?” Kelsier asked.
“Not your turn,” Reen said in a sing-song voice. “What do you want with us?”
“You said it yourself. I wanted to check out some good prospects.” Kelsier replied. “Which ones?”
“The two on the eyes, or the linchpin in the shoulder blades. Beheading also works.”
Kelsier nodded thoughtfully. Reen looked at Vin. It took her a while to realize that he wanted her to ask a question. “Who are you?”
“Your brother didn’t tell you?”
Reen snorted. “Lord Ruler no. I’ve been trying to keep these two away from that world.”
“I see. Well, I’m a crew leader, just of a higher breed than Camon.”
“You’re nobles?”
“Not you’re turn,” Kelsier replied, mimicking Reen’s sing-song voice. “You seem to know a lot about us. How?”
Reen searched for an answer for a few seconds and then finally said, “Intuition. And guessing. And prior knowledge.”
Kelsier seemed unsatisfied with that answer. Reen looked to Messily this time. “You’re nobles?” She repeated.
Vin shot her a grateful look.
“Good heavens no!” Kelsier replied shaking his head.
“At least, not fully,” Dockson said as he brought Kelsier a cup.
“Half breeds aren’t supposed to exist,” Vin said
“Half breeds like you?” Kelsier said, knowingly.
Reen snorted. “Explain what you want.” He demanded.
“Well, you have heard of Allomancy at least?” Kelsier asked.
Vin and Messily nodded. “Vin. What did you do to the obligator at the Canton of Finance?”
“Used my Luck. I used it to make people less angry.” Vin replied.
“Or less suspicious. Easier to scam, right?”
Vin nodded as Kelsier turned to Messily. “And you, why were you worried?”
“Because I used my Luck. I heard thumps, and that usually means danger.”
Kelsier nodded. “You two are going to need to learn a lot, assuming your brother lets me. Techniques, rules, and exercises. But for you, young Vin. Never use emotional Allomancy on an obligator. They’re trained to recognize when their emotions are being manipulated, and high nobility are forbidden from using it on them. That’s why the obligator sent for an Inquisitor.” Kelsier said.
“Pray the creature never catches your trail again, lass,” Dockson said, drinking from his wine.
“Or do. Could be good training.” Reen said, grinning at her.
Kelsier chuckled. “True. Considering you have the great Steel Hunter protecting you, I wouldn’t feel reason for alarm.”
“You’re the Steel Hunter, Reen?” Messily asked, eyes wide.
Reen flushed, and sat back in his seat, wrapping his cloak around him. “Don’t call me that.”
Then he looked down and saw his cloak had been cut. His eyes widened and he looked at the bandage tied around his shoulder. “You tore my cloak?” Reen asked.
“To save your life!” Vin replied.
“You tore my cloak!”
“Not that much!” Messily replied.
Reen shook his head and began limping out the door. “Where are you going?” Dockson asked.
“To get a new cloak. You two, behave. Drink the mysterious vial of liquid that Kelsier gives you.” Reen said as he walked out.
Kelsier chuckled and brought out two bottles. They looked at it hesitantly. “Your brother did say to drink it,” Kelsier said, grinning at them.
Vin and Messily pulled out the stopper and quickly drank from their respective bottles. Vin waited for a beat and felt, nothing different. Out of curiosity, she reached out to her Luck. She heard Messily gasp. She could understand the feeling. The Luck she had used sparingly now felt like a treasure trove, full. “So,” Kelsier said with a prodding voice. “Try it. Soothe me.”
Touching on his emotions. “And Messily? You hear anything?” Kelsier asked.
She nodded. “A thumping, from you, and from Vin.”
Kelsier nodded with satisfaction. “Now, you two have shown me that you can burn one metal. But can you burn its partner?”
Messily’s face scrunched up with concentration. Vin found it. She began using this different Luck on Kelsier. Kelsier grinned. “There it is.”
Dockson shook his head. “I don’t know Kell. It’s unsettling enough with one of you around.”
Messily sighed. “I can’t find anything else. Sorry.”
Kelsier shook his head. “It’s fine. It wasn’t likely anyways.”
“Is anyone going to explain what’s going on?” Vin demanded.
Kelsier turned to her. “Most people can only burn one metal. Being a misting already gives you something that nobility wants.”
“But, some, a very rare few, can burn all metals. Now, if you were a noble, you would’ve likely been one of the most powerful and influential ones.”
Kelsier then grinned. “But we’re not nobles. And that makes us even more powerful.”

Notes:

So, it may have taken a while, but in all fairness, I released three chapters at once. It's your fault if you decide to read it all in one go.
Look, there were complications. Mostly, I was busy, I didn't like how I originally wrote it, and, I was watching the new Percy Jackson series. (Gonna make a new fanfic on it soon.)
Guys, I'm gonna be honest, I have an addiction to comments, and if you hate my work, please comment and bring me down. If you like my work, please comment, and tell me what I have to do to improve.

Chapter 5: Look at me! I am the crewleader now!

“You heard what he said! He’s planning a job.” Ulef’s eyes were bright with excitement. “I wonder which of the Great Houses he’s going to strike.”
“It’ll be one of the most powerful ones, Kelsier never goes for small-time jobs.”
Vin and Messily sat quietly. After Kelsier had left, Reen had come back and decided to rest. Their table was crowded with people, Kelsier let the thieves return to their home before his meeting began.
“The Survivor hasn’t bothered himself with any jobs lately, He’s barely been seen in Luthadel a handful of times during the last few years. In fact, he hasn’t pulled any jobs since…”
That’s when Reen stalked downstairs, new cloak on, and fresh dueling cane by his side. He was still wounded on the shoulder, but he looked a lot better than before. He grabbed a chair and dragged it to sit next to them, the other thieves made way for him, muttering nervously. “Did he say anything about it? Vin? Messily? Disten asked.
Vin ignored the man, and Messily shook her head.
“Why’d he pick you two to be his twists, anyway, Vin?” Ulef asked. “Did he say anything about that?”
Reen looked up and stared ominously at Ulef. “Another word from you Ulef, and I’ll do what Camon did to Vin and Messily to you.” He growled.
Ulef shrunk back quickly. Vin smirked. That’s what you get for betraying us.
“Tell us about him,” Messily said quietly.
“Kelsier?” Disten asked.
Messily nodded.
“They didn’t talk about Kelsier down south?”
This time, Vin and Messily both shook their heads.
Ulef opened his mouth to say something, but then looked at Reen, and hesitated.
Reen sighed. “Kelsier was and is the best crew leader in Luthadel. He’s a legend, even among Mistings. He’s robbed the unrobbable and fooled the unfoolable. But, he got caught, and was sent to the Pits of Hathsin.” Reen said,
“That’s why I didn’t want to join their world. You can be the best of the best, and still be taken down.” Reen explained.
“But, he’s escaped, so I think we should consider his offer…” Reen said tapping his chin thoughtfully.
Disten suddenly said, “Now that I think about it, maybe they didn’t want Vin and Messily as their twixt. He was probably trying to get to Reen.”
The rest of the crew murmured in agreement and Reen shrugged. “Maybe. But starting now, I’m crew leader. Got it?”
Milev started. “Now wait a second Reen…” He said before being silenced as Reen walked over to him.
He took two fingers, brought them in front of Milev’s eyes, and pointed them towards himself. “Look at me, Look at me!” He repeated as Milev avoided his gaze, when he finally looked at Reen, he said, “Look at me! I am the captain now!”
Everyone looked at him. “What?” Milev asked.
“Nevermind. No one understands me. But, I’m crewleader now, got it?” Reen asked.
Everyone nodded dutifully. Reen checked his clock and then nodded. “Right. Everyone out.”
Everyone shuffled out, leaving Reen, Vin, and Messily alone. “Well probably have to move safehouses,” Reen muttered to himself. “Can’t be too careful.”
“Reen, are you an allomancer too?” Messily asked.
“Yeah, Coinshot,” Reen said.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Vin asked.
“Because the Steel Inquisitors, they’re relentless. They just…” Reen shook his head.
Vin and Messily didn’t ask and questions after that.

A short time later, Ham walked through. Reen shivered with excitement. It was beginning. He was gonna meet everyone from the books. He had waited, literal years for this. Next to him was Breeze. They were talking about something before, Breeze noticed them. “Ah, these people must be our twixt,” Breeze said. “Has Kelsier arrived yet, my lad?” He asked Reen.
Reen felt the immediate need to help and please this man. Not that it mattered. He was his fourth favorite character, of course, he did. “Nope,” Reen replied, almost shaking with excitement.
“Should have known that Kell would be late to his own meeting,” Ham said, sitting on a table near the center of the room.
“Indeed,” Breeze said, “I suppose his tardiness leaves us with a chance for some refreshment. I could so use something to drink…”
“Let me get you something,” Vin and Messily said in unison.
“How gracious of you two,” Breeze said.
“Vin, use copper!” Reen called.
Vin turned and looked at him confused. “What?”
Breeze looked at him in surprise, “So you know what we are?”
“And who you are,” Reen said smirking.
They both looked at him for a second before Ham said, “This one’s good.”
“I am, aren’t I? Now stop doing whatever you’re doing to my sisters.” Reen said.
Breeze sighed and shrugged. Vin and Messily both paused and stared at Breeze with amazement. “Mistborn,” Vin said, thinning her eyes.
Breeze chuckled. “Hardly. Kelsier’s the only skaa Mistborn you’re likely to ever meet, my dear-and pray you never are in a situation where you meet a noble one. No, I am just an ordinary, humble Misting.”
“Humble?” Ham asked
Breeze shrugged. Messily stared at him. “You pushed on our emotions. With allomancy.”
Breeze nodded.
“You controlled us, you made us get your drink!” Messily accused.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that I made you do it,” Breeze said. “I just altered your emotions slightly, putting you in a frame of mind where you’d be more likely to do as I wished.”
Ham rubbed his chin. “I don’t know, Breeze. It’s an interesting question. By influencing her emotions, did you take away her ability to choose? If for instance, she were to kill or steal while under your control, would the crime be hers or yours?”
“I’d say still hers.” Reen volunteered. “Cause, think about it. Yes, he manipulates your emotions, but you still retain the ability to choose. It doesn’t matter if you’re anger is induced by allomancy or naturally, at the end of the day, you choose if you’re going to act on it.”
Ham nodded thoughtfully. “Oh great, we’ve found someone you can philosophy with.” Breeze snorted.
Reen shrugged, as Messily and Vin sat back down, glaring at Breeze suspiciously. “So you’re a Smoker?” Breeze asked Vin.
Vin shrugged. Breeze sighed. “What about you two?” He asked Reen and Messily.
“Coinshot,” Reen replied, flipping a coin and lightly pushing it toward Breeze.
The coin flew lazily through the air, landing on Breeze’s head. “What are you two?” Reen asked, for Vin and Messily’s sake.
“ I, my dear friend am a Soother.” Breeze said.
“Thug,” Ham said.
“A what?’ Messily asked.
“Thug. He makes himself stronger by burning pewter. Soother, he uses Vin’s luck.” Reen explained.
Then Clubs walked in, stalked over to the other side of the room, and plopped down.
“I’m gonna miss Trap.”
“We all will,” Ham said quietly. “Clubs is very good, though, I’ve worked with him before.”
Breeze studied the newcomer. “I wonder if I could get him to bring my drink over…”
Ham chuckled. “I’d pay money to see you try.”
“I’m sure you would,” Breeze said.
What’s he?” Vin asked.
“Smoker. Burns copper, hide’s allomancy.” Reen explained.
Ham looked at all of them. “I like you three.” He said. “The other twists I’ve worked with have either been too intimidated to talk to us, or they’ve been jealous of us for moving into their territory.”
“Most twixts you’ve worked with haven’t killed Steel Inquisitors,” Reen muttered under his breath.
“What’s that?” Breeze asked.
“Most twixts you’ve worked with weren’t allomancers,” Reen said.
Breeze chuckled. “True, true.”
After a while, Yeden walked in. Finally, after a while, Kelsier came sauntering in, with Dockson following. Ham immediately stood, greeting Kelsier.
“Ah,” Kelsier said looking toward the other side of the room. “Clubs and Yeden too, So, everyone’s her. Good. I absolutely loathe being made to wait.”
“Ever wonder what the rest of us think of it?” Reen called.
Kelsier’s smile grew. “So you decided to stay?”
“No, I decided that I wanted to make a dramatic entrance to all these people. Yes, we’ve decided to stay. Plus, I’m crewleader now, so…” Reen said shrugging.
“Didn’t I give that title to Milev?”
Reen coughed. “I may have, persuaded him to give the title to me.”
“And the rest of the crewmembers?”
“I may have, said something about making any dissenters begging to turn themselves into the ministry.”
Kelsier chuckled. “Gentlemen, I can now safely introduce you to the newest member of our crew, The Steel Hunter.”
Everyone looked at Reen in amazement and confusion. “This little thing?” Clubs snorted. “He’s the one who’s been assassinating steel inquisitors around Luthadel?”
“I did not assassinate them! They attacked me first! I don’t know where everyone gets the idea that I go out into the night, looking for inquisitors to kill.” Reen argued.
“Still, killing an inquisitor? Are you sure it’s him?” Breeze asked skeptically.
“Look, I killed those…” Reen had to count on his fingers. “Eight, no, since three attacked me last night, Eleven inquisitors alright! It’s not exactly the hardest thing to do.”
They all looked at him. “Okay, it’s pretty hard,” Reen admitted. “But if you know what to do, it’s really easy! Now hurry up and tell us about the job.”
Kelsier grinned and waved a hand to Yeden. “Gentlemen, meet your new employer.”

Notes:

So again, I'm not going to write out the entire sequence where they do the plan. Nothing changes. I'm not someone who plagiarises. If you wanna read it, check out Mistborn the Final Empire.
Though to be perfectly honest, I feel like my pacing is all awkward and weird.