A.N I do not own Black Lagoon. This is merely the works of a fan with too much time on their hands.

Although this work of fiction is rated M for its maturity I will throw in a disclaimer that the contents will deal with heavy language, adult situations involving abuse violence, alcohol and drug consumption and etc. So basically what you might expect from a Black Lagoon fic. Enjoy guys!

Chapter 0 Prologue:

While most kids her age were at home being forced to do choirs and homework by their overbearing parents, she was out wandering the city streets past midnight looking for a place to rest. No mother to call her in as the lamps flickered past dark, no father to round her back into the safety net of a stable home. The only thing close to family she held was the .9mm she stuffed into her pocket for safe keeping's for anyone who might try to fuck with her. For a young girl living on the streets, surviving on dirty air and dirty money, stealing became as proper as Sunday school. Killing was as easy as breathing, and lying was second nature. Revy inhaled, taking a drag of a cigarette, thinking of how many souls would take in their last breath tonight lying in the gutter, not to be missed by many. As much as a kin the night seemed to be to her, she could only loath it. All the scum seemed to seep from beneath the gutters to dance in the streets at night but she was among them and in her eyes just as bad. In the winter she would slip into a musty yellow cab with a plastered Lagoon sign on the side. Number 00019, Dutch's old cab number. He was the closest thing she had to a friend, and the only man she could trust. Other times she would make her way up town to sit in the park watching people come and go all smiling faces and she thought for a moment what it would be like to be one of them. Staring at the twilight, she sighed. Sometimes it was easy, if for a moment to forget that she wasn't one of them.

For as long as he could remember, Rokuro Okajima always felt lonely. By junior high he began to stick his nose in a book more than stick around after school for his friends. His family albeit normal, beneath the surface was an empty shell void of love. The love of a mother, the guidance of a father felt forced as if part of a sense of duty and routine. His life had been one full of faux smiles, and forced emotions. As a kid he would do anything to please his parents to get a glimmer of emotion, anything that would make them swell with proud in their youngest son. After graduating at the top of his grade school, his father stood next to him lightly patting him on the head with congratulations. And as limited as it may appear, to him it meant everything. A sense of a human connection he long felt starved of. So he shut himself inside, cramming for hours to make his mother and father proud, hoping to achieve top of his class to win a look of endearment from both of his parents.

Whenever he got hurt during his younger years, he would cry to his mother, looking for comfort from the pain of the world. He used to watch tv shows where the mother would hug her children, kissing the pain away and holding them with comfort wondering if she would do the same. But instead, she would look at him with sympathy and grab him by his shoulders telling him he would be fine.

He began to feel jealous of his other classmates and the stories of their parents. Seeing them hold hands towards their way home from their mothers. The smiles and feelings of something real, the feeling of love.

By the end of high school he felt like a burn out. The classes bored him to tears, especially in philosophy. After spending time reading over existentialism, stringing a few quotes together to make up a final senior project, he paused. While most quotes seemed childish, or far fetched, the one that seemed to bother him the most came from an existentialist philosopher who once said, People are like dice, we throw ourselves into a direction of your choosing.This concept always seemed foreign to him, seeing as how his parents already threw the dice for him. As far back as he could recall his life had been mapped out into four areas. Go to school, get into college, then get a good job working for the government and lastly settle down with a nice girl and start a family. For decades it seemed to have been the Okajima lifestyle. To live in a safe community of like minded individuals who had the same aspirations, the morning commute to the same monotonous place of employment, and once in a while indulge yourself in a night of entertainment.

After failing the entrance exams he realized his parent's low expectations of him. In just that instance, all of the years of late night cramming, the pressure of making them proud, and the illusion of a good life seemed to fade from his mind. All together, he stopped trying.

After failing the exams and coming home, seeing the look of disappointment on his father's face after receiving the news he felt the disconnection taking place. He was no longer on the path set for him and it felt liberating. Eventually he got into college and graduated with a law degree with a business minor but after having time to reflect on his next achievement, he decided to pick up the dice his parents long held and decided to take his life into his own hands and threw the dice as far as he could. After graduating he packed up and decided to head to New York, the city that never sleeps. The concept of America seemed ideal for him. The sense of freedom of choice, the land of opportunity spoke to him. He found an internship at a company paying just enough to afford a one bedroom apartment close to the china town district. Roanapur bay apartments.

After packing up everything he owned and making his way to Roanapur avenue, full of excitement and wonder he realized, that maybe, just maybe looks can be deceiving.

"Hi, I'm..Is this Roanapur Bay Aparments?"

The office office manager, looking up from his newspaper sneered at him.

"That's what it says on the sign doesn't it? You can read, can't you?"

Taken aback he shook his head. "Its just that, on your website..

"Look are you looking to rent a room or not?"

His room was on the second floor in the corner. He winced at the stairs beneath him creaking while trying not to drop all of his belongings. Unlocking the door, he took a look around dropping his bags in the living room.

"What a mess", he sighed. But looking out the window in his bedroom down towards the busy city beneath him, he couldn't help but smile. He was on his way towards getting his citizenship and leave his past behind him for good.

A.N Hope you guys enjoyed. Just a brief intro of whats to come.