For the 5th time now, I do not own Black Lagoon or any of it's characters.
So this will be the "last" entry in what I've started with Revy fix Rock fix Revy. By this I mean, this is not necessarily the last installment, but this is where the story ends. I did think of another place to take it, but I think this is a good place to leave things.
To those that have followed these 5 stories, thanks very much for keeping with them. I hope this is a fitting end. Without further ado...
At a Shinto temple in Japan, a young girl kneels before a shrine. The breeze blows through strands of her long bangs, her eyes closed and her head bowed in respect. A pair of unsheathed Japanese long swords lye on the ground before her, and a black pony tail, long enough to have collected itself in a spiral lye on the ground behind her. She wore a long black coat riddled with stains, which also collected on the ground all around her.
Quietly, she spoke, "I swear on my soul that they will pay with their blood."
*
In Roanapur, a final chime of Revy's cutlass marked the end of a massacre, her last shot landing between the eyes of a random Libyan henchman who had taken her husband hostage. He hadn't even flinched as his wife took a shot that passed mere centimeters from his ear.
"You alright?" Revy asked; her gun still locked on a point just to the left of Rock's head.
The side of his face wore a thick coat of blood that had sprayed as the 9x19 ripped a hold through his attacker's skull. He raised his fingers to his face wiping four clean lines through the gore and gray matter. He looked down at his blood-coated fingers for a moment before shaking the thick substance from his hand.
"Rock!" Revy shouted again to get his attention.
He looked over to her and replied quietly, "Yeah, I'm good."
As he looked around the room at the mess of bodies and bloodshed that surrounded them, he commented, "This was a bit too close."
"Got that right." Dutch replied, a still smoking shotgun resting on his shoulder and a freshly lit cigarette in his mouth, "Benny Boy?! You alive somewhere?"
From the far corner of the room behind a stack of boxes, Benny shouted, "Is it safe?"
Dutch walked over to one of the bodies and turned the limp corpse onto its back with his boot, "I don't get it; Chang said there weren't too many of these guys left."
Revy holstered one of her cutlass and the M93, "Could've fuckin' fooled me. You got a body count Rock?"
"Looks like 45 guys. I'm surprised none of us got hit." He replied.
Benny joined the group, "I thought only a couple of boats got into Roanapur so where did all these guys come from?"
"Looks like Mr. Chang and his boys down at the docks miscalculated their numbers. We'll be sure to bring this up when we get to his place."
Dutch and Benny headed out onto the docks while Revy walked over to Rock.
"Hey. Are you sure you're alright?" She asked as she raised her hands to his face checking him over.
Again the image of his blood soaked fingers echoed in his mind, as did the image of Revy's blood stained clothes from 2 months earlier. Her wounds had healed seamlessly, but he would never forget the pain she endured and the burden she would continue to bare.
He pushed back his emotions and brought a smile to the surface as he replied, "Yeah I'm fine, just a bit shaken up, that's all."
She laid her wrists atop one another behind his neck and gave him a soft kiss. His hands climbed her back, pulling her closer to him and adding to their moment of passion. They pulled away from each other a few seconds later, Rock smiling while Revy bit her lip clearly feeling a bit anxious from the adrenaline rush.
"Rock, Revy! C'mon let's go!" Dutch shouted from outside.
"Duty calls." Rock said with a smile as their foreheads knocked together in disappointment.
As they walked to the door, Revy commented, "Sometimes I wish this job came with a fuckin' time clock. 'Sorry boss-man, we're done for the day'."
-
"Would you care for some coffee Dutch?" Chang asked from the kitchen of his apartment. "See what I did there? I welcomed you into my home and then I offered you something to drink."
"Put some bourbon in it to, my fuckin' head is killin' me." Dutch shouted.
"Dai-lo Chang…" No one called Mr. Chang that save for his own people, but Rock knew he needed to get his complete attention, "…we appreciate and will gladly accept nearly any job you throw our way, but tonight we were greatly outnumbered."
Chang stepped into the living area of his apartment where the Lagoon Company waited for him. He placed a tray of ¾ full coffee cups on the table.
"Please help yourselves. See that Dutch, courtesy amongst friends." Chang took a cup for himself, sat back and continued, "I'm afraid I'm already aware of your unfortunate circumstances this evening." He smiled as he looked to Rock, "Ya know Dutch, from the moment I met him I've liked this kid. I still want to have a talk with him for not asking my permission to marry Rebecca…" Revy cut him off, "Oh knock it off."
Chang continued, "…but I do like how he handles things." He took a sip of coffee, "What happened tonight is the result of a simple, yet very unfortunate mix-up on behalf of our eyes at the dock. Apparently three more boats got through during the shift change and they remained unaccounted for. I apologize for the lack of information but it only became available to me within the past hour. Rest assured, I'm taking care of the issue on my end, and…" He pulled a thick envelope from behind him into view, "…your troubles have not gone overlooked."
He threw the envelope onto the table, Dutch retrieving it casually. Opening and flipping through its contents, he smiled, "I suppose they haven't."
Dutch stood from Chang's couch and the rest of the Lagoon Company followed suit, "Well Mr. Chang, it's been a pleasure. I won't say I don't appreciate your generosity, but next time, try and keep us in the loop so we can bring bigger guns."
"And fuckin' grenades." Revy added, "I'm clean outta mags."
-
Later that night, Rock and Revy lye in bed at their apartment. While Rock was fast asleep, Revy was wide-awake and staring up at the ceiling. She looked to her left observing an alarm clock. Its block red numbers reading '2:43am'. She couldn't sleep because she couldn't stop thinking. It had been 3 weeks since they had last made love and she was growing both upset as well as frustrated.
On this night, she decided she would find out why and did so in typical Revy fashion.
"AGH! What the fuck!" She shouted as she banged her fists into the mattress.
Rock woke up disheveled and panicked, "What?! What's going on?! Are you alright?!"
She stared at him deadpan for a brief second before exploding, "You haven't fucked me in 3 weeks and 4 days; what the fuck is going on?! I have needs to ya know?!"
Rock blinked the shock from his eyes. He was startled to see she too had been keeping track, but alas, he had been avoiding the subject and now he was going to have to man up.
"I just…" He struggled for the right words, "…after what happened…"
She was quiet for a moment before replying much more calm, but still plenty upset, "We fucking talked about this. We said we weren't going to let it fuck things up between us."
"And it hasn't. I just…" She cut him off her eyes filled with rage, "You think not fucking in over 3 weeks isn't fucking things up?!"
"I'm sorry! I…" Again she cut him off rolling onto her side and pulling a sheet over her, "Ah, fuckin' forget it. Can't believe I married a fuckin' Eunuch."
Now he was insulted. He grabbed her shoulder and forced her onto her back to face him, "I said I'm fucking sorry alright?! I'm just not ready. You think it's not killing me lying next to you every night, feeling ashamed just for touching you? This has nothing to do with you; it has to do with me respecting your body after what happened to you."
"Fucking disrespect me then! I'm a woman, I'm horny and I want to get fucking laid goddammit!"
He forced his lips onto hers silencing her and she wrapped him in tightly in her arms as they kissed. Their passion slowed and Rock withdrew a moment later taking notice of the sheet of tears that had formed in her eyes.
"And you're not ready yet either." He replied.
She blinked a few times and rolled into Rock's arms as her tears came loose. He held her tightly as she wept, several tears making there way out of him as well.
*
The young lady from the shrine stood at the head of a table in a Tatami room wearing a black and gold kimono. She slipped her sword into the sheath at her side locking it in place with a click and a fountain of blood erupted from the suit in front of her as he fell to pieces, almost as though his body was held together until her sword was completely sheathed.
"Understand me gentlemen, your lives belong to me now and I will not entertain any manner of disrespect. The questioning of my authority will bring this fate upon any one of you. Do I make myself clear?"
All of the men at the table bowed in response and the girl turned to leave the room, her long bangs still present, but her ponytail cut from its prior excessive length, now ending just above her shoulders with a neat and flat cut.
-
The next morning, Rock awoke with Revy still nestled tightly beside him like an infant clinging to her mother. He moved her hair off her face and took her in for moment. He loved her so much and he wanted so badly to be ready to fulfill her wishes from the night before. At least he learned he wasn't the only one who wasn't ready to move on. From across the room, the sound of his pager vibrating in his pants pocket caught his attention. He carefully moved his arms as to not wake Revy and made his way from the bed.
He clicked a button on the pager bringing up the number for the Lagoon office and stepped into the next room closing the door behind him.
"Yeah Dutch?" He asked over the phone.
"We've got a job. Should only take a couple hours but we need to leave as soon as possible. Can you be at the docks in an hour?"
"Shouldn't be a problem, I'll wake Revy up and we'll be right down."
"Good luck." Dutch replied.
Rock chuckled as he hung up the phone.
-
Balalaika entered her office of the Bougainvillea trading company and sat back wearing a very displeased look.
"Have we learned anything more Comrade Sergeant?"
"We're looking into it now Kapitan. Communications with the Tokyo office continued as they'd been for the past 8 months. Yesterday at around noon, all communication ceased with no explanation and we haven't been able to contact any of our associates in Japan since."
"Perhaps one of those pathetic clans have finally gotten their act together. Send a local squad out. Keep things low-key, I don't want to unleash hell until I know who and what we're dealing with."
"Yes Kapitan." Boris replied before leaving the room.
Balalaika turned away to face the windows in her office. No one was with her, so no one could see that she wore a distressed expression; the soldier buried inside her knew something was very wrong.