Chapter 1: Akame In Roanapur
(Opening A/N: Okay, I've just gotten into Akame Ga Kill as of late, and I've also thought of doing a crossover of Akame Ga Kill and Black Lagoon, also this is going to be a major self insert along with being Alternate Universe story since Revy and Akame are my waifus, don't like it, tough, I usually write stories like this for the hell of it and it's fun. Also, I was a former assassin for the Irish Mob in South Boston. So here's the lowdown, Akame has come through a time travel portal and has brought into the world of Roanapur and it turns out that someone who has survived the raid of the capital has come to Roanapur in able to make moves against the heads of Roanapur, and it's up to Lagoon company and Akame to help bring the empire scum to it's knees. This crossover is rated M for Blood and Gore, Strong Graphic Violence, Adult Language, Nudity, Use Of Drugs and Alcohol, and Strong Sexual Content, as for the disclaimer, I don't own Black Lagoon for that is rightfully owned by Rei Hiroe and Akame Ga Kill is owned by Takahiro and Tetsuya Tashiro, what I do own is me and some other OC characters!)
[South China sea...present day]
The job was simple, take out the men behind the coup d'etat of Roanapur, but it seems that the enemy had the upperhand when we tried to storm their yacht, they were waiting for me, a single bullet through the stomach was all it took to take me down, then a couple of hired thugs slung my numb body overboard.
All I could see was the sky as I was being tossed off of a boat and my limp body splashing into the sea below, Splash! How did it all go wrong? Where did I screw up? Those were the questions that were surrounding me as I sank into the south China sea, as I sank deep into the deep cold waters and began to feel the blackness closing in on me, I wasn't strong enough to protect them or me. Death seems to be closing in on me, I midas well abandon all hope while I still have a chance. But that's the middle of the story...let's say we go back all the way to the beginning.
[South Boston, Three months ago…]
From when I could remember once upon a time, I was an assassin for an Irish crime family, The O'Bannons with their leader Samuel "Clover" O'Bannon. He was a middle aged man who wore a gray two piece suit and a four leaf clover pin, he also walked with a cane since he took a shot through the leg as he was in his twenties, he had silver hair along with a five o'clock shadow and he had sea green eyes, and those who mess with him met a very swift and painful death.
"Roman, you're my best assassin, and you'ah about to become my right hand man, I need you to do me a favoah, Roman you'ah my best assassin and the'ahs an Italian guy slinging dope in some pahts of ouah neighbahood, I need you to send a cleah message, that we don't take too kindly to those cocksuckahs." Clover said with his Bostonian accent.
People from Boston don't pronounce their "R's" making us like we are illiterate, but we're not that, it just makes us unique.
My arsenal consists of a pair of Heckler and Koch USP .45 semi-automatic handguns, AR-15 carbine assault rifle, MP5K submachine gun, Benelli M4 automatic shotgun, and a Japanese Tanto dagger which all sat in the back of my '73 Roadrunner.
As soon as I got into the car, I drove over to the target's location which was a local chop shop owned by one of the Scalavanti peons.
So the boss needs me to take care of some guy that's been slinging drugs on our turf, can't say I blame him.
The client wanted me to use nail bombs as an exclamation point to a statement that you don't fuck with the O'Bannon family, especially my boss, and I'm on the verge of becoming right hand man.
I received a message from a contact, the target was going to be at a chop shop run by the Scalavanti family, those guys were always rumbling with the O'Bannons, and now I'm going to send a message to those idiots not to mess with us.
So I had three nail bombs in total to use, I know that this has "Personal" written all over, but I know for a fact, this was going to be an all out Mob War.
The streets of Boston will be painted red with the blood of both mobs as they fight for supremacy over who's going to control organized crime in Boston? The Italians or the Irish?
But they were always oil and water when it came to supremacy over who controls what, and I was in the middle of it all.
Just then, my phone rang and it turned out to be one of the informants for the O'Bannons who's a dirty cop that works under Clover's payroll.
"I found the target, he's wearing a black fedora and some dark sunglasses, and he's having the drugs stashed in cars, so if you really want to send a message, place a bomb in the car and blow the cars up. Then when the cars are destroyed, kill the bastard." Said the informant, I then ended my call with him, grabbed a bomb, went to the back of my car, got all of my weapons, and got ready to go to work!
The chop shop was lightly guarded, so entry was no problem, I found the idiots who left the back door open was asking for someone to come in and kill them, So I strapped all of my weapons to my body as I had the MP5K in my hands, now it was show time!
"We have reason to believe that someone is coming to kill all of us!" The Scalavanti peon said with a New Yorker accent, it's so sad to know that the Scalavanti's are hiring out of towners to take care of their businesses.
As soon as I got inside, I grabbed one worker and slammed his head against the wall, stomped on it and he died of a broken skull.
The smell of car oil and steel being cut filled the air, typical chop shop stuff, another guy came my direction and I had the MP5K and pointed it at the worker as he held his hands up.
"Make a sound and you're dead." I said with a finger on the trigger, he then reached down for his gun and my reflexes kicked in as I squeezed the trigger and fired three shots into the guy's chest sending him falling back and his corpse dropped to the ground as a pool of blood formed around him.
I then changed to the Benelli M4 Super 90 semi-automatic shotgun filled with high power buckshot, I then had another worker in my sights as I squeezed off a single round and sent the guy flying across the room.
One guy was standing on the catwalk above me and he was about to shoot me, but I had the Benelli M4 pointed at a bunch of flammable barrels as I shot those and they exploded send one shooting into the air and it crashed onto the gunner above me as he too exploded with the barrel.
Just then, the thugs along with the owner of the shop began to shoot at me, I quickly ducked behind a car and the bullets began to tear into the car, damn it!
I need to think of something otherwise I'm screwed, just then a random portal opened and a raven haired girl carrying a sword wearing some kind of schoolgirl uniform fell through and I quickly ran over to her as I managed to catch her and get into another cover.
She opened her beautiful red eyes and the mafia members began to shoot at us, Akame unsheathed her sword, and I held out a hand to stop her before she did something stupid and get herself killed.
"I have an idea, but I need you to keep the guy with the hat and shades on alive, I got something special planned for him, but first, what's your name?" I asked, and it turned out that she can speak English.
"It's Akame, what's your's?" Akame asked and I simply said one word…
"Roman." I said, and the Italian thugs began to move in on me and Akame, but she ran out and began slashing her sword, but those who get cut by Akame's blade are poisoned as they all were dead from the poison that went to their hearts, the only person left was the owner of the chop shop Antonio Savantino, he was a capo in the family, as I'm working to become underboss, So I grabbed the guy by the collar of his jacket.
"So it seems that you've gotten into a tight situation, and my boss doesn't like people like you slinging drugs on our turf." I said as I brought him inside the building, popped the trunk of a uncut car, threw him into the trunk along with a nail bomb, slammed the trunk shut, pulled out a detonator, walked out of the building, and detonated the bomb killing the guy in the trunk.
My phone rang, and it turned out the boss was calling, he knew the job was done, but it also attracted the police.
"Roman, I need you to go to a place called Roanapuah. And I need you to get in touch with a woman by the name of Balalaika, she'll give you a job theah, and if you get in touch with Lagoon company, tell Dutch I said hello." Clover said as he hung up, and now it was time for me to go to Roanapur.
"What was that about?" Akame asked, and I placed my phone back into my pocket.
"My boss wants me to go to Roanapur. It's a den for criminals, mercenaries, assassins, and other lowlifes, and it's located in Thailand." I said, and she wanted to go there too.
"I'd really like to visit this Roanapur." Akame said, she really wanted to go on this trip as much as I wanted to kick as much ass as possible.
This was going to be the start of our little adventure…
[To Be Continued…]
(A/N: I know, I know, another story right, well, I've been plagued by some good ideas as of late, along with getting an
annoying nagging guest off of my back, (Easier said than done) and as for those who say Gary Sue or pissy sue for OC or
self inserts, I say this: in my terms, there's *no such thing!* I only believe in good ideas and bad ideas, and also ratings
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