This was a night like any other, Revy sat up in her bed, as stark naked as the day she was born, leaning her head out of the window beside her bed as she sat beside a unconscious and nude stranger beside her. She stared out the window, letting the smoke drift out the window into the cool night air as her partner snored, taking the 80% of the full size bed that she wasn't using up as he sprawled out. It was no surprise Revy was a woman and that women like herself had needs, needs that Dutch and Benny couldn't meet. That, and she damn well wasn't about to ask. She didn't even see them as potential fuck toys either. Not only that they were her co workers and her friends, they'd stick around after. She dared not ask Rock, that would be worse, he'd be more clingy than skin and muscle to sleazy fucks she picked up, well those she wanted, were just right, fuck, sleep, and get the hell out and so she could keep living out her meager existence the way she wanted, no strings attached, and nothing tieing her down. She was up to this point rather lucky, and before she felt the throbbing of oncoming cum about to be injected into her, a flash of her Cutless and they pulled straight out. She would be damned if she was stuck with bringing a child into this fucked up excuse for a world. In short, she didn't want a child. As hard ass as she seemed to them, the truth of the matter was that she didn't want a child she damned by bringing into this world to suffer and see what she had at the young age she had. To make things worse, this was Roanapur. Protection from those experiences here were impossible, as was moving to some cushy Japanese town like Rock's wasn't a option. She was really only good for two things, killing and sex, and she didn't have the patience to be a prostitute.

Revy sighed loudly after letting out a big puff of white smoke from the deep drag she had just taken. She had been unlucky, this particular fuck wasn't scared of her Cutless, and came so badly and so much, she dropped her weapon, and half of his semen dripped out of her. She was screwed, what now? She didn't want a kid and she wasn't going to let someone kill it for her by means of abortion. Cold metal objects stuck into your pussy ripping apart, killing and then pulling the limbs of what would be her only family, her flesh and blood, her child out of her as she watched? Barbaric, even for her. She sat her Cigarette on the lip in the ash tray and gripped at her forehead, trying to figure out what to do, and she hadn't realized she was trembling like a leaf.

The bastard responsible for her panic began to rise from his sleep, she felt him move on the bed, and just as she felt his hands around her waist, her Cutless appeared in her hand almost out of thin air and it was pressed skin to barrel against the guys forward. "Bastard... you probably just got my ass pregnant you son of a bitch! Dont fucking touch me!" She yelled, forgetting the fact the rest of the Lagoon company was asleep in their rooms adjacent to hers, Rock to her left, Dutch to her right, and Benny across the hall. "Whoa, Whoa, baby cant we talk about this?" The man attempted, letting her go. "I aint your baby! But I'll be damned if this might be!" She said pointing at her slender stomache with her free hand. "Get out! Beat it! Before I loose my compassion and let this bullet go right through your skull! Pull out next time mother fucker!" She wailed before pistol whipping him so hard he was launched across the room landing beside the door, " OUT!" He scrambled up his clothes and bolted out the door as she got up and chased him out of the door unloading her entire clip into the walls, floor and doors until he was out the door, down the street and far out of her sight. In their rooms each of the guys were wide awake. None of them with enough courage to talk to her while she was upset like that. Rock wanted to, but would wait till she was not as noisy and angry to approach her, like normal.

Revy was a mess, this entire ordeal beginning to resurrect old painful memories that she was sure she had supressed to the point of forgetting them. Revy stumbled into the kitchen, shakily pulling out a beer, and leaning back against the kitchen wall, sliding down it until her ass hit the ground, Revy curled up into a ball, and by the time the beer was empty, she was in tears. It was like she was no longer in the kitchen of the Lagoon company headquarters, but in the old sleazy rundown alley by her apartment of her childhood. All she could see was blood, feathers, death, and her cutless. Her parents were dead, blood draining from their bodys from wounds in their heads. Revy was holding the gun. She was so small, shaking, and 6 years old.

Her parents were laying on a old dirty mattress, heroin needles in their arms and bottles of pills. She found her parents overdosing together, she was scared by how their bodies were jerking and moving, her mothers final words, were her birth name. "Rebecca" and before she knew it, two shots were made, and her parents stopped twitching and the white foam dripping from their mouths ceased. All little Revy could do was stand there and stare.

Revy hadnt realized it, but shortly after she had begun to sob silently to herself as she sat on the kitchen floor, she had cried herself to sleep, exhausted from the sex and the day beforehand. About a hour later, Rock made his appearance, not knowing she was there. Rock thought she was back in her room, and went to the kitchen for something to drink before checking on her. But as he opened the fridge door, the light reflected onto her legs and Rock turned around and saw her. He turned the light on and knelt beside her, placing his hand on her shoulder. Rock got increasingly worried as he saw the fresh tears still flowing from her eyes as her body shook as she opened her eyes. "Revy? Are you ok? Whats wrong?" He offered, and she cowered away jerking her shoulder away. "Dont touch me you fuck! You did this! You did this to me! I thought I told you get out!" She yelled. "Revy! Revy, calm down, its me! Its Rock, calm down, your ok! He's gone! Your safe!" He assured and grabbed her wrists as she struggled, trying to knock her back to her senses. He finally resorted to yanking her into his arms to restrain her so she would stop.

It took a bit, but she finally recognized the familiarity of his grip and body, and slowly stopped struggling. "Are you ok now?" He asked, letting her wrists go. Revy gripped onto his white tshirt and her head stayed pressed to his chest. "Shut up Rock..." She stammered, suddenly greatful he was there. "Revy?" He questioned, "Shut up... Just this once... Don't let me go... until I tell you..." She stammered as she slipped herself the rest of the way into his lap. Rock didnt know what else to do, so he wrapped his arms around her and did as she said. About 10 minutes later, Revy slowly got quiet, and stopped moving. Rock looked down, she was sound asleep. Rock slipped one arm underneath the bend in her knees, and lifted her up bridal style as he stood. Rock gently carried the trembling killer to her bedroom, kicking the cracked door open. The entire time, Revy's grip didn't loosen on his shirt.

Rock gently lowered Revy's legs down to the bed, and laid her down, but as he tried to stand back up, her hands on his shirt didnt let him go. He tried to gently peel them off, but to no avail, before hearing the sound of Dutches voice behind him. Dutch spoke quietly, so not to wake Revy, but loud enough so Rock could hear him clearly. "Your not gonna get her to let go." Dutch assured from the doorway. "So I'm supposed to stand here like this all night?" Rock asked confused. "If she passed out grabbing you like that, she wont kill you for waking up next to her if shes still got that hold on you. If she lets go your screwed though" "So im supposed to sleep with Revy." "Your gonna have to, you never know, it could end up working out for you in the end." And with that Dutch walked off. Rock sighed, climbing over Revy, to the side near the wall, noticing her nub of a cigarette she had. He put it out and laid back, beside Revy.

She rolled over, laying halfway ontop of him as her head layed against the side of his chest, and she let one hand go as she reached her hand over his stomache, and let her arm rest over his abs. Revy stretched a bend leg over one of Rocks as she snuggled up to him. Rock used one hand to wrap around her back holding her to him, and the other to pull the blanket over them. He blushed as he looked around her messy room, and it got him thinking. "Wonder why she hates her real name so much, Rebecca was a beautiful name, and despite her personality and actions, Revy was a beautiful woman, in her own special way. This was a new experience. She looked completely calm and relaxed as she slept there against him, not like how she would when she passed out on the couch or even when she was out cold on the kitchen floor. She looked relaxed, happy, content, and kinda cute. Maybe if she wasnt always threatening or teasing him, he might of asked her out by now.

Rock laid there for a bit, taking the moment to take in the rarity of how cute and sweet she looked passed out in his arms. She continued to cry for a bit as she slept, letting out little spazzums every so often, and the tears finally stopped. Rock took the oppuritunity to move her dark bangs out of her face, and gently tilt her limp head enough so he could wipe her left over tear residue off of her face. Rock wondered why Revy was acting the way she had. Dutch explained that she probably had Post Tramatic Stress Disorder, like most war veterians had, but Revy never opened up enough for anyone to know what, and that it was just best to ride it out and if she told you to fucking do something, you do it. No matter what it is, not that they didnt do that anyway. She was the imfamous Roanapur Revy Two-Hands after all.

Everyone knew she had seen some shit. She was only 22 years old and already well know killer, and no one, not even her closest friends knew what happened to her. Well, Edda might but Rock was doubtful. A beautiful, sexy, young woman, with besides a bad temper, a good personality and general realist outlook on the world. What would push her to the point of killing, turning into a psycotic maniac, and that she has these episodes. Rock was lost in thought, as he questioned and wondered about Revy's past, gently rubbing at her back and absentmindedly letting his fingers play with her knotted hair in the messy ponytail she had it in. This intire time, it not occuring to him that she was still completely and utterly naked, and he in his boxers as he slowly thought himself to sleep.