So, I've decide to do a Black Lagoon fic now. For those reading my One Piece fic, don't worry, I still plan on updating it when I can. As in my other fic, this one will have an OC. If you don't like that, don't read it. Instead of giving away the basic plot, I think I'll just let it unfold as it does, and you can figure it out yourselves. =P

Roanapur, the city of immorality. It was a more than accurate name. A haven for all the worlds' misfits. So it wasn't particularly interesting when another one arrived and became a part of the crowds, moving through the street with his head down, a bag slung over his shoulder. He was wearing jeans and a red t-shirt, plain and unassuming. Brown hair just barely reaching his eyebrows and blue eyes focused on the ground in front of him. His name was Kurt and it was the first time in many years that he'd set foot in the city. No one seemed to recognize him, which he was grateful for. He didn't want any attention quite yet, he was sure he still had some living enemies in town. He turned a corner and reached the street he'd been looking for, a slight smirk playing across his lips as he started walking down it.

"God damn, I'm so fucking bored!" Revy complained, laying on the couch in the Lagoon Company office.

"You should take the rest while you can get it, Revy," Dutch said as he read a magazine.

"I can rest when I'm dead," She replied, "I wanna shoot something!"

The door opened and Rock walked in carrying a pizza. Before he could even close the door, Revy was up and swiping it from him with a grin. Dutch looked up from where he was sitting and set the magazine he'd been reading down.

"Hey, Rock, anything?" Dutch asked, standing.

Rock reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper, "Um, it seems Miss Balalaika wants you to call her for details, but she has a job for us, delivering a shipment to one of her teams. I also ran into Eda on the way back and she said I should stop by the church, but I don't think it had anything to do with business."

Revy turned her head and glared at the mention of the nun's name. "I hope you told her to go fuck herself," Revy said, turning back to her pizza and taking a large bite out of it.

Rock sighed and didn't answer, just walking over to the counter to grab a cup of coffee. "Hey, Benny," he said as he passed by the man on the computer, typing away with one hand and holding a beer with the other.

"Hey, Rock," Benny replied, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Dutch looked at the note Rock had brought and then set it down on the table. He took out a cigarette and lit it as he walked over to the window and looked out at the city as the afternoon sun shined down on it. His eyes caught the sight of a man walking, across the street and he had to do a double take.

"Well I'll be damned," Dutch said, causing everyone to look at him, "The bastard's alive."

"Uh, what?" Rock asked.

"Who is it?" Revy asked.

Dutch watched as the man drifted toward the edge of the sidewalk and started walking across the street toward their office. He smirked, "Why don't you come see for yourself, Two-Hands?"

Revy groaned and stood up then walked over to the window, "This had better be good, Dutch, or I'm gonna…." Her mouth hung open as Rock and Benny approached as well. She blinked a couple times and then said, "No fucking way."

"Hey, isn't that…?" Benny said.

"Sure looks like it, Benny-boy," Dutch said. He looked over at Rock and saw the confused look on the mans face and started to explain, "An old friend from a couple years before you joined us, Rock. I thought he was dead, that explosion was huge."

Rock blinked at his employer, unsure of what to say and not understanding what they were talking about. Dutch turned his gaze toward Revy and spoke, "Well, Revy? Aren't you going to meet him at the door?"

The woman turned her gaze on Dutch and scowled, "Pff, fuck off." She turned and walked back to the couch, sitting down. Dutch and Benny both chuckled at her reaction while Rock was left in the dark.

Benny turned to Rock and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'll explain later."

"You'd better not explain at all!" Revy yelled when she heard him.

Dutch laughed loudly, "Revy, Two-Hands, getting worked up by mention of a guy. I never thought I'd see the day."

Revy's eye twitched and she gritted her teeth, "I'm gonna kill you, Dutch."

Before anyone could say more though there was a loud knock at the door. Everyone's head turned to it and Rock was surprised to see Revy of all people jumping up and going to open it. She threw the door open and blinked at the man in front of her. He grinned back and spoke, "Yo, long-time-no-see."

"Kurt!" Dutch said, walking over to the man and shaking his hand, "How you been? We thought you were dead."

Kurt laughed and shook Dutch's hand and then Benny's, "Well, technically I was for a few minutes. Got a steel plate stuck in my head and then got tossed out the door. Who's this?"

Dutch turned and held his hand out, "This is Rock. Rock, this is Kurt. Rock's the newest member of our crew."

The two shook hands and Rock smiled, until he saw behind the man. Revy was glaring at the back of Kurt's head and looked about ready to kill him. Kurt saw the look in Rock's eyes and figured what it was, so he spun around and smirked at Revy, spreading his arms out. "What? You aren't gonna jump into my arms and confess how much you missed me?"

"Pff, you wish, jackass," Revy said rolling her eyes and waving the man off before going back to the couch and acting as though nothing was going on.

"So how are things?" Kurt asked turning to Dutch.

"About the same as always, man," Dutch replied.

Benny shrugged and nodded his head, "Yep. Getting shot at on a daily basis is the norm around here."

Kurt laughed wickedly and it sent a chill up Rock's spine. Who the hell was this guy? "Uh, I don't mean to be rude, but, who exactly are you?" Rock asked.

Kurt locked at Rock and grinned, "What they haven't told you?"

"It ain't exactly a topic of conversation that comes up often," Revy said, reading a magazine, "Especially when you're considered dead."

"That's true I suppose," Kurt said with a shrug and turned to Rock, "I'm an old friend of Lagoon Company. You could say I was a part-time crew member at one point. Obviously I've been out of the area for a few years. I guess my return might stir up a few feathers."

"There's the understatement of the year," Benny said as he moved back to his computer.

"Ah, shit," Dutch said, "He's right. Balalaika is gonna be pissed when she hears about this."

"Oh? Why's that?" Kurt asked.

"She made a bet with Chang about whether or not you were alive and would show up within five years." Dutch said.

Kurt chuckled as he swung his bag off his shoulder, "Fry-face never did have much faith in my survival skills."

"For good reason," Revy added with a smirk.

Kurt nodded, "True, but Chang, unlike her had a knack for telling I've got some hella good luck."

"Obviously," Dutch said, "How'd you survive that blast, anyway?"

"Honestly?' Kurt said, "I got no fucking clue."

"Well, it's not like it matters now anyway," Revy said, tossing the magazine down, "I say we head down to the Yellow Flag for some drinks. Kurt can buy since he hasn't in a while."

Kurt chuckled lightly, "You'll find any excuse for a free drink, huh Revy?"

"Damn right! Now let's go!" She said, jumping up.

Dutch stuck his hands in his pockets, "I suppose we could. It's not like we've got anything to do, and I'd say a celebration is in order."

"Uh, but, it's the middle of the day…" Rock said, watching as the others started leaving.

Revy looked over her shoulder, "So? That just means we can have more drinks."

Rock's shoulders slumped and he sighed. Another typical day.