Chapter 1: Roanapur's Dead Man
(Opening A/N: Six years after the events that made the news about Deadman Wonderland, Ganta and Makina became mercenaries and decided to make their fortune in a place called Roanapur, and there's a lot of people wanting to knock these guys down a peg or two. But Ganta isn't going down without a fight. And this is going to be a GantaXHarem story, so all of you harem fans, this goes out to you. This story is rated M for bood and gore, strong graphic violence, adult language, nudity, rape, and strong sexual content. As for the Disclaimer, I do not own Deadman Wonderland for that is owned by Kadokawa pictures, Funimation, and Jinsei Kataoku along with Kazuma Kondo. Plus Black Lagoon is owned by Rei Hiroe along with Universal Geneon entertaiment and Funimation. So let the mayhem begin!)
It's been six years since the closing of that cursed prison/amusement park called "Deadman Wonderland." And I hope that place burns in hell for all I care. But I'm kinda rude not to introduce myself, my name is Ganta Igarashi. And I'm a mercenary, Makina decided to join me and we came to Roanapur to work for Balalaika. After Deadman closed, I decided to harden myself by becoming a soldier of fortune, and I travelled across the globe looking for jobs, and I even work for Uncle Sam. So I'm an American, and I even worked along side an American PMC until my team was killed by a lone gunman who spoke in Arabic.
"Say Ganta, what is it that you're thinking about?" Makina asked, and I was thinking about the men that were lost to me.
"I was thinking about the men that I lost, and how much I miss them." I replied, we were told that our crewmates would be found at the Yellow Flag.
So this is Roanapur, kinda like a giant shit hole if you ask me, but who am I to judge? I mean, I am now one with the demons. But unbeknownst to me, there was a hand about to tap on my shoulder. And that's when I was about to draw my Glock, and to my surprise it was Crow.
"Hey there Woodpecker, how ya been?" Crow said as he paced me into a playful headlock.
"Well, I've been dealing with killing and watching those around me die. And I hope that nothing bad happens to my step son." I answered, and this was total news to both Crow and Makina.
"You're a dad now?!" Both Crow and Makina asked in unison, and I pulled out a picture of me and a six year old African-American boy.
"His name is Daryl, I adopted him after his real father died in my arms by an Arabic gunman." I said, after I killed the gunman and came back to the US, I decided to take responsiblity and adopt young Daryl.
And ever since, he always called me daddy. Plus there's nothing I wouldn't do for that kid, as long as he did good in school. So Crow, Makina, and I headed over to the Yellow Flag. One guy went flying through a window and it turns out that this is our kind of bar.
So the three of us headed up to the bar and there was our crewmates, and there was a Japanese businessman within the group. That's Rock, ahd he does all the brain work. There was a blonde Caucasian man who wore his hair in a ponytail, that was Benny, plus a Chinese-American Woman, that was Revy, a bald African Amrecian man with a goatee and a pair of green sunglasses, and that would be the captian, Dutch.
"So, you must be Ganta Igarashi, let me be the first to welcome you to Lagoon Company." Dutch said as he extended a hand, and I shook his hand.
"I'm glad to be a part of your crew, and these are my partners Makina, and Crow." I said, and there was one guy trying to grope Makina but learned...not to mess with someone who is deadly with swords.
She used one of her cutlasses and cut his hand off, then she takes the blade and points it under the dude's chin. This is a sign you do not want to mess with her.
"I'd really preferred it, if you wanted to touch me, then you'd better buy me a drink." Makina said, now that's my kind of woman.
"Remind me not to get on her bad side." Revy said, and Rock agreed.
Just then my phone rang and I answered it, it was Daryl. Dutch nodded and I pressed the answer button on the phone.
"Hello?" I asked, and he wanted to talk to me.
"Hey daddy, how's Roanapur treating you?" Daryl asked, I hate to see something bad happen to him.
"Everything's fine, in fact...I'm meeting up with the crew that I'll be working for. I hope you're being a good boy." I said, this was news to the crew that I was a dad.
"When can I see you and your new teammates?" Daryl asked, and I really wanted to be there for him.
"Is Shiro there? I want to speak to her." I said, and he passed the phone to Shiro.
"Hey Ganta, he really misses you." Shiro said, and I really miss both of them as well.
"I miss you guys as well, but I'll be home soon. Anyway, I gotta get to work. I'll call you guys soon." I said and I hung up, and I asked the bartender for a glass of burbon.
"$7.50 for the burbon." Bao said, and I placed a $20 bill on the bar.
Bao then held the bill up to the light to ensure that it wasn't fake. But I wouldn't be caught dead with fake money on my corpse. As he was about to the take the bottle away, I placed more on the bar.
"Leave the bottle please." I said and he took the money but left the bottle.
As I took a swig of the liquor, I was drinking to remember the fallen that were killed by that gunman and how one died in my arms, and he was a father.
"Watch...over...my...son." Were the final words he said, his name was Daryl Sr. and he asked me to take care of his son Daryl Jr.
He died right then and there in my arms, along side the rest of the crew. I swore their deaths weren't going to be in vain. So I took matters into my own hands and went after the man who murdered my crew for some belief of his god. And I'm going to send him to his god, he was speaking in Arabic with a few others. So I had one guy in my sights with my M4 carbine assault rifle and pulled the trigger blowing his brains out he dropped to the ground as did the second and third guy.
"You killed the ones that were precious to me, and one of them was a father. Now I'm going to send you there so they can kick your ass." I said, and I pulled out my Glock.
[Those American dogs needed to be slain for God.] The assassin said in his native tongue.
I then smacked him across the face, and he fell to the ground with me shoving the pistol right in his face.
[Any last words?] I asked, and he spat out a small amount of blood.
[Go to hell.] The assassin said, and I pulled the trigger killing him as well.
I then came back to the present, and it was time for us to get to work.
[To Be Continued...]
(A/N: Well, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I'll try to make this the best story possible. So leave a review if possible, and faves and/or follows is optional, so if you have any ideas or anything like that, let me know. And this is another one of my violent experiments, so I hope to do more. Also, I ask for all my fellow readers and writers out there, all my works just ask for a little bit of respect. So until the next installment, this is the master of total chaos...BloodyDemon666 signing off!)