And here starts Episode II: Eine Neue Ära of the Black Lagoon saga I've started. Enjoy, and review if you're bold enough.

Chapter Rating: M

Black Lagoon 2:

A New Era

Red Fraction

"Motherfuckin', ass raping, shit-licking cunt scabbed semen-guzzling BASTARDS!" Takato screamed, as he hid behind a brick wall while heavy gunfire rained into it. He looked at the smouldering hunks of metal in his hands.

15 minutes earlier...

Takato walked into the courtyard in the German city of Berlin, Ebony and Ivory underneath his coat tails as usual. He had been sent on a spying mission for Balalaika on some German Neo-Nazis who were currently trying to give the woman trouble back home. If not for the fact that he had been heavily bored, he probably wouldn't have taken up this cheap $5,000 job to this shitty country. He sighed as he sat down at some random coffee shop, and opened up his laptop. He played around on the internet for a while and listened to his J-Pop before raising his eyes over the screen to see a group of men walk into the shop.

They were dressed in civilian clothes, but there was no doubt in Taka's mind that they were the Neo-Nazis he was trailing. Each had Arian looks, and military haircuts underneath their hats. The fact that they showed no hidden sneers at foreign races that littered the shop were no help to their current predicament. Each of them was carrying a large travel suitcase, hopefully filled with information Takato would steal after he'd killed them. It was time.

The five men sat down at a table nearby and began talking to eachother in harsh German. Though he couldn't understand many of the words they spoke, other than "coffee" he knew they were talking business. He picked up the word "Russian" that he could feebly translate from German and knew that these were part of the Neo-Nazis that were annoying Balalaika.

Some time later, he finished his coffee just as they finished their drinks. Packing up his laptop he left ten Euros, a very fair tip for his 2-Euro coffee and left the shop, smiling at his waitress' happy wave as she collected her money. He followed the men out of the coffee shop, and that's when it all went to shit.

Some paces away from the shop, each man suddenly spun around, pressing a hidden button on the handle of their suitcase. the suitcase clattered to the ground, revealing HK MP5K submachineguns with what looked like an ammo belt clipped into each one, the line feeding from the suitcase itself. They lifted their SMGs to Takato.

"Shit."

He dove behind a nearby bus stop bench and drew his pistols as they opened fire into him, narrowly avoiding being shot. Takato rolled and jumped away to a nearby pillar and fired back, managing to kill one Nazi. His comrades bellowed out in anger, and increased their fury on him, spraying the pillar to pebbles as Takato had to dive away once again. He managed to hide behind a parked BMW which started to take the abuse from the automatic fire and reloaded his pistols. Waiting for a lull in the gunfire, Takato held both guns to the sides of his head as he squatted behind the car. There was a pause, and he stood up quickly, making to open fire.

He immediately covered his face with his arms and guns as a grenade landed on the hood of the car, exploding and sending him flying backwards into an alley, bleeding from his wounded forearms. He dragged himself to his feet as the gunfire opened again, and went to ready his guns, despite the pain.

Then he happened to look at his guns. And screamed.

Ebony was now 5 inches shorter, and currently only sported the handgrip and chamber. Ivory was worse off, having been turned into a large lump of metal as the grenades intense heat fused its metals together, melting it. His guns, his precious guns were now completely useless in the gunfight, and even worse, destroyed!

Back to the present...

"God damn it!" Takato yelled angrily, sliding the remains of his guns into the holsters as best as he could. He looked down the alley and spotted a way to escape, towards a mesh fence that would lead to another part of the city. He ran down to it. The Nazis followed him into the alley, opening fire, and he knocked down trashcans and used protruding objects to prevent getting shot. Taking a running leap, Takato flew towards a wall, then used his legs to kick off it, lauching himself over to 8 foot fence and to safety.

He patted down his rumpled clothes and smoothed out his rumpled hair. He rolled his eyes angrily at what had just happened and reached into his laptop bag, pulling out the small computer. He pressed the buttons to remove the round stick battery and twisted said power source by the middle. It made a click as it rotated one half of itself 180 degrees and started beeping quickly. Takato quickly tossed it back over the fence behind him and walked away, ignoring the large explosion that knocked the fence over, drawing cries of shock and bystanders to run towards it. He waved for a taxi.

"Eye for an eye," he muttered, getting inside. "Airport."

-----

"I'm sorry about your pistols, I know how much you loved them," Balalaika said apologetically as Takato lounged back in his seat in First Class. He was on plane to the United States. "I'll pay for any repairs okay?"

Takato sighed as he held the plane phone to his ears. "They're beyond repair, I'll have to replace them," he explained sadly. He had departed from Germany quickly and decided to fly to the American West Coast, where his gunsmith was located. "I'm en route to my gunsmith."

"Okay, just send me the bill got it?" Balalaika allowed. "I feel really bad about what happened Taka-sama. How are your arms?"

He rubbed his bandaged forearms. They had been cut up almost badly when the grenade fragments tore into them, but fortunetely it was only lacerations, and no chunks had been ripped out. He would heal within a month or so, but he still had full functionality with each arm. "They'll be right as rain in several weeks," he said. "I get real tired quickly though."

"You poor baby," Balalaika cooed, totally out of character from her normal sense. Then again, the Russian military-ish leader had a different side to her pseudo-children. "Alright, I'll see you in a month or two then?"

"That should be enough time for Tony to whip something up," Takato said with a nod. "Maybe something bigger this time."

"Your old guns weren't big enough?" Balalaika asked with a laugh. "Okay then, you know which account to bill."

"I know, goodnight obasan," Takato said, and hung up. He looked out the window and put his chin into his hand. "It's gonna be a long month."

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"Tak man, it's been like 8 years since you last saw me," Tony Redgrave greeted as the younger man walked into the gun store that the man owned. "I hope the girls are okay?"

Takato grimaced. "They're dead," he muttered, flopping down onto the counter, eyeing several shotguns warily. "Fragmenting grenade."

The burly American winced. "Ouch," he said. "So I suspect you'll be wanting replacements?"

Taka shook his head. "Something new and fresh," he objected. "I've carried Ebony and Ivory for over 10 years, you don't replace them just like that. I need a pair of new girls."

Tony nodded. He went to his desk and pulled out a large sketchbook. "I have several designs that I've been keeping just for you," he announced, opening the sketch book up and showing Takato some wild designs. On the seventh page, the Japanese man's lips curled into a smile.

"I like those."

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A month and a half later, Takato finally set foot back in Roanapur. It had been an exciting 6 weeks with Tony, and he spent his time shooting many of the man's rare and exotic pistols, shotguns, rifles and machineguns at the private shooting range. Tony had closed his shop and dedicated all his time to creating Takato's new pistols, and worked tirelessly at his forge and mill, bringing in truckloads of titanium each day. The resulting product exceeded each of their expectations.

Each pistol was unique in shape, unlike the previous guns owned by Takato, which still looked like normal pistols somewhat because of their Colt 1911 base frames. These guns were quite long, with 10 inch barrels and no compensators. On each side was a Gothic-looking religious cross, with the longer end facing forwards. The crosses were part of the slide, and would move back when with it when fired (similar to a Desert Eagle's slide action). Each gun was different than the other. "Angelica" was Satin Silver White, with annodized red and yellow gold accents on her cross. Her trigger and hammer were also yellow gold. "Devilica" was Metallic Charcoal, with annodized blue and silver accents on her cross, and silver trigger and hammer colors. Each gun had their respective silver/black handgrip covers, and on Angelica's there was a deep engraving of an angel with one wing flared out, and blue eyes. Devilica had a similar engraving, but with a darker toned woman with a bat-like demon wing, and red eyes. The guns looked sadistically beautiful.

(AN: Here's the part where I'm WAY too lazy to describe the new guns. Visit my profile for a link to the guns. I sketched them first, then MSPaint'd the shit out of them. It's not finished yet, but you'll understand the basic look of them.)

Both guns were a lot more powerful than Taka's old pistols, using Desert Eagle internals (which were in fact based off of M16s), each chambered in a ridiculous .50AE caliber, and sported 10 inch competition length barrels. Fortunately, both guns were constructed of lightweight 7075 aircraft aluminum and forged-lightened titanium, so they weighed around 2.7kg (6lbs) each. They each used Tony Redgrave-Custom extended Desert Eagle mags, which held 15 rounds each in single stack formation, making the handgrip slightly thinner and easier to use. These mags were basically two mags forged together on ends, with a custom spring for the added length. Tony made enough for Taka that he could perform at least 20 jobs without having the hunt for his mags. The gunsmith would be periodically shipping newly made magazines monthly for the Japanese man.

The pistols were immensely powerful, and the recoil was something akin to firing a full length shotgun single-handedly, but Takato once again proved that his strong arms could handle it. Since the barrel itself was fixed to the frame (much like the barrels on Revy's Berettas) the hand canons were amazingly accurate up to a very long range. Takato loaded the mags with tapered-tip FMJ rounds, which would easily pierce most types of body armor. If they didn't the sheer blunt force trauma would mostly likely finish off the target. Even though the vest would protect against piercing, the force of the high powered round would turn the "safe" armor into one huge hammer, crushing ribs and causing internal damage. It was win-win for Takato.

Having stopped off in Africa on the way back, Takato went to a game-hunting field and joined a team to go elephant-hunting. One shot from one pistol dropped a 9 ton African bush elephant to its knees, and a shot from the other killed it instantly. He was very pleased with the results, even though he had to kill a poor animal to see them. He had the creature traditionally buried with honors.

And now, he exited the helicopter and stepped onto the seedy grounds of Roanapur, a city populated with villains within villains. A group of them were actually waiting for him too.

"Hey, check it out, Devil-boy is back," one of them, a large Filipino sneered. "We heard you broke your guns pretty-boy."

Takato raised his eyebrow as the group pulled out varying types of guns and pointed them at him. "Then you probably have heard that I've gotten new ones?" he asked with a smirk, twirl-drawing both D&A hand canons. He shot a Vietnamese thug's shotgun with Devilica (his right hand gun, for the right hand was for smiting. Angelica was in his left hand, for justice) and the weapon exploded from the sheer impact of the long round, which kept going and pierced the man's chest, sending him flying back a dozen feet.

OH SHIT! was on the thugs' collective minds as Takato trained his new pistols on them.

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"Heard you had a welcoming committee," Revy said in a bored tone as she flipped to the Oprah show. Takato found a stool and sat down on it while Mei Ly giggled and reached for his holstered guns. "No sweetie, don't play with ojisan's - hey hey hey! New guns!"

She leapt off the couch and hurried her three year old over to her husband, who picked up the giggling girl. "Bye bye ojisan!" she chirped as Rock smiled and left to take her to the park. Revy had meanwhile assaulted Takato and filched his guns from him.

"Wow, they're so sexy!" she gushed, holding each one in her hand. "But man, they're damn heavy!" She continued to examine the beautiful guns, drinking in their almost antiqued look and deceiving delicacy. She ran her fingertips over the gorgeous engravings (that Takato did himself) and cooed over the irony of the crosses on each side of slides. It was like the Church of Violence, using religious symbols for pretty much evil. Hence, the sadistic-ness of the guns.

"How strong are they?" she asked, aiming Devilica out the window. Takato smirked as her finger tightened on the silver trigger.

"Makes a Desert Eagle look like an airsoft gun," he announced as she fired.

A sound something akin to a higher pitched Deagle gunfire noise filled the room loudly, and Revy's arm whipped back as she was thrown back into her couch hard. She cackled maniacally as she struggled back up, giving the guns back to Taka, who did his usual twirl-holster.

"Oh man, those are sweet, did Balalaika pay for em?" she asked gleefully.

"Yeah, obasan felt bad about sending me to Germany only to leave minus 2 guns," he said with a smile. "$50,000 for the new guns. Angelica and Devilica."

"Where do you get these guns?!" she asked in awe. Takato pulled his wallet out and handed her Tony's card.

"He's my private gunsmith, doesn't make a gun for anyone but me or Saito," Takato explained. "We saved his wife's lives one day while we were in America. That following night his wife told him that we saved two lives that day, because she was pregnant. He came to us and practically begged us to let him make us custom guns because he was forever in debt. He owns a gunshop in the West Coast, and only caters to us for special jobs."

"Hey Taka," Revy pouted, eyeing the card, "You think he could make me something?"

Takato raised an eyebrow. "You don't like Sword Cutlass anymore?" he asked curiously.

She shrugged. "I love my guns, but they have their downsides," she said. "Low power cuz of the 9mm rounds, no armor-piercing and it usually takes me a couple shots to kill someone. I'd rather do it in one shot."

Takato rubbed his chin. "I'll ask him about it, but no promises," he compromised. "Sound fair?"

"Sure!" Revy said, punching him on the arm. "Thanks!"

"Now if you don't mind," Takato said, heading for the front door, "I've got a bloated girlfriend to get home to."

"See ya lil bro!" Revy yelled as he headed down the stairs to the dock. He walked the short distance to the Miyuki, and saw that the Black Lagoon 2 was docked right next to it, the sleek and dangerous submarine an exotic look in the harbor. He walked up the attached ladder to the deck of his yacht and headed downstairs to his bedroom.

"You're back!" Cecilia cheered from the bed, holding her swollen stomach tenderly. "I've missed you!"

"You too luv," he answered, giving her a very nice kiss. He hadn't seen her for months. "How's the squirt?"

"Very active," she beamed. "He likes to kick a lot, makes me sick sometimes."

"Hey there," Takato warned, pressing his hand to her 6 month pregnant stomach. "Don't you give your mother grief young man!"

Cecilia giggled madly and threw her arms around him, and Takato pressed up against her, minding her stomach. "You're too funny. Are those your new guns?"

He nodded and placed D&A on the night stand. Cece looked over them curiously, but didn't pick them up. "They're pretty," she commented. "Was that what I heard from the office not too long ago?"

Takato laughed wryly. "Revy wanted to try one out," he explained. "She flew back a few feet, but it was probably worth it to her. She wants her own exotic guns now."

"Hmm." was all Cece said as the lay back down. "I'm tired."

"Me too," Takato yawned. "Been on aircraft for the past 4 days. Let's take a nap."

"Love you."

"Love you more."

-----

"Looks like it's gonna be a hot day," Benny commented as he cracked open his Heineken. He, Rock, Dutch, Takato, Saito and Ginji were standing on the deck of the Miyuki in a straight line, drinking beer a la King of the Hill.

"Yup," Rock answered, taking a swig of his beer.

"Mmhmm," Takato hummed.

Dutch raised an eyebrow at the others. "Ok there Hank Hill," he said with humor, crushing his empty can and reaching into the cooler to get another one.

"Any plans for today?" Saito asked the others. He got varied replies.

"Boss Chang called about a joint-operation we could pull," Dutch said.

"Balalaika always has jobs," Takato added.

"If we called some of our friends across the Pacific we could always find something to do," Benny said as well.

"Joint-op?" Saito asked in interest. "What's that all about?"

"A decoy delivery job," Dutch explained, drinking his beer. "He suggested that you guys use your yacht as bait to draw the attention of some people who want the cargo, while we go underwater and sneak away."

Saito waved his hand dismissively. "Eh, if the money's not good enough, we're not risking our lives or Taka's home."

"Chang said he'd offer us $175,000 each," Dutch enticed.

Saito rubbed his chin. "Hmm, if he also paid for damages on top of that, I'd consider it," he answered. Dutch nodded.

"We already told him that for our sub," he responded. "So he would probably do it for you guys too."

Saito turned to Takato. "Well, what do you think?" he asked.

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"So... who exactly are we going up against again?" Takato asked his brother as he checked the ammo boxes for the .50cal guns. Making sure the ammo belts were loaded, and the boxes full, he closed them up.

"The American Coast Guard," Saito called down from the bridge. Takato dropped the ammo belt he was holding.

"Wait, what?!" he asked incredulously.

"You heard me," Saito answered. "We're making a run to the West Coast Triad cell that Chang has operating over there. They're running low on supplies and need a delivery that they know can make it into America. That's why Chang chose us and Dutch's crew."

"What could they be low on that they can't get in America?" Takato asked.

"Conflict diamonds," Saito said, stepping onto the bridge. "For their black market."

Takato rolled his eyes. "If I were Dutch, I'd keep the cargo and fuck off to somewhere that Chang couldn't find me," he muttered. "He's probably got a ton or two worth of diamond crates in his sub."

"Even so, we have too much honor and ties with Chang to pull anything stupid," Saito said warningly. "Come on, might as well say goodbye to our women."

They hopped down to the dock and drove to Saito's main hotel uptown. There, Cecilia, Alicia, Yukio and baby Mei Ly were staying there for the time being until everyone came back. They would have protection under Chang's forces, and Cecilia was still dangerous of course, despite being pregnant.

After some tearful goodbyes from their loved ones, the men drove back to Lagoon office and stored their vehicles inside. Takato followed his older brother out to the docks where Dutch and his crew were loading supplies into their prototype CU-boat. Revy waved from her spot on the mast.

"Hey guys, you ready to go?" she called. Saito waved back as they stepped onto the bow of the sub, shaking hands with Dutch, Benny and Rock.

"Ready when you slow asses are," Saito answered, avoiding a shove from Dutch that would have had him in wet Ralph Lauren. "Bastard!"

"We'll be in international waters for a while in the Pacific before entering American territory," Dutch said, closing the large hatch on the sub's stern section. "We have clearance to sail internationally, but once we're in American waters we're on our own. The Coast Guard will give you a hard time with ships, cruisers and helicopters."

"We've gotten some toys from Sister Yolanda," Takato reassured the older man. "We've got a Stinger launcher with a nice cache of missiles mounted in front of the bridge under a fake fishing rig, plus obasan loaned us a Russian M1939 37mm flak gun which is in the garage."

Dutch nodded thoughtfully. "Good stuff," he said. "We've loaded 6 torpedoes and 1 Harpoon missile for aircraft. We also have sonar dummies in the rear hatch, so we should be safe as long as we're deep."

"So the plan is to sail with you guys directly under us?" Saito asked for confirmation.

Dutch nodded. "Right. We'll be cruising all of the way at 40 knots, so we can get there maybe 10 hours earlier," he said. "Once we're in American waters, we'll kick it down to 20 knots, and ascend a bit so we're 20-30 feet underneath you, to avoid being detected. If all goes well then we'll slip in easily. If the coast guard shits its pants, then try to use our 'request to enter the beach' plan."

"Hey Dutch, we're all ready to go!" Rock called, waving from the sail of the sub. Dutch waved back and turned to the brothers. "It's go time."