A/N : Back for another comeback! :D

As I said, I do not own Black Lagoon, or the song involved. [Song belongs to Manafest – Renegade Feat Trevor McNevan from Thousand Foot Krutch.]

And as always, Please review! :D

EDIT - Sorry about the huge-ass block of letters. Mah bad!

Enjoy!

Rocks eyes locked with hers. The blackness of her guns barrels just made him quake. Her sadistic voice didn't aid him either; he knew this side of Revy. You know the side when she starts shooting. "Revy, calm down...Please." he pleads in fear. She just smirks, straddles him on the bed, and fires off a round skimming his right shoulder blade.

Even though it was just a graze he clamped his hand on his right shoulder screaming Bloody though SHE shot him, he didn't cuss at her, didn't damn her to hell. "Why isn't he screaming at me? I SHOT…oh…my….god…" She'd never say she did, but in that very moment after the smoke cleared, she just looked down at her partner silently repeating "I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry..." She just shot the person she cares most about. She tried to make herself hate him, but each time she saw him, she smiled. She loved it when he smiled at her, she blushed, and when they touched she got chills up her spine [only to say 'stop touching me pervert!' afterwards.] and simply put she Loved him.

Now Rock is just lying on his mattress clamping down on his shoulder blade as he just closes his eyes. He was for the first time truly afraid of Revy. He's had enough, he uses his strength and lifts up an arm and clocks her square in the jaw, throwing her to the floor. He just screams in severe pain after. The dipshit used his right arm. On the ground Revys eyebrows furrowed, her eye twitched, and her fists balled leaping up now forgetting she shot him she smashes his stomach with a jab, and knocks him to the mattress again with an elbow to the cheek.

Rock using his left hand this time [smart man.] he does the cheapest shot ever – He punches her left breast in attempt to spare some moments. Little did he know she's used to torture like that and just was enraged more. "YOU FUCKING CHEAPSHOT!" she screeched. As Rock was taking multiple shots now, unable to fight back he wonders... "Where the fuck are the residents in this shithole?" Indeed. Where are they? As soon as they heard the first shot – Revy managed to clear the whole complex without even knowing herself.

Finding some courage and enough adrenalin to be considered on a 'Trip' rock shoves her off and merely stares at her coldly. He says in a cold hiss "Right now, you and me. Bare knuckles, I win – you let me speak what I fucking want too." Revy interrupts with a venomous tone "And if I win dipshit?" he just smirks. "You get to kill me Revy." Before she could process that thought – Rock charged with his knee high, hoping to gain to shots on her. But, he isn't a trained fighter nor a fast one and Revy simply right hooks his jaw, sending him to the wall.

Revy then mounts him again and balls her fist in his shirt and slams him to the wall, bringing him back up for a jab to the nose, then repeats this a few more times. Rocks nose now broken and leaking blood like a loose faucet, and Revy's hair all messed up and her knuckles blistering from the beating she is giving him. She had Flexibility, he had reach. She had training; he had watched the Karate Kid. In a surge of last energy, rock uppercuts her jaw, sending her back to the ground. But he is so hurt he cannot move. He prays to his god that she just stays down. But this is Revy we are talking about, when the hell does she ever give up? She stands and faces down onto him smirking; she goes to the bed and grasps her cutlasses. She walks over to him but instead of shooting him, she presses a button on the grip and the mags drop from both guns.

Then, she clears the chamber on both guns. Rock is trying to process what she is doing. Then finally, before he can fully realize, she had begun using her grips as a blunt objects. She grips the barrels of both guns and starts beating the hell out of his face. When his face is knocked to the left from a left hook, his head is knocked up from an uppercut from the other grip. He can't win. He can't. But if he gives up – He dies. Revy is lost in her own world. So hurt by him, so lost, she is confused. This isn't a death match. This is her speaking to him.

She WANTS him to feel this, because this is how she feels. Rock finally understood that when she stopped beating the hell outta him to take some breathes he looked in her eyes to find a sheet of tears threating to release. "Re-"he is interrupted by a swift left hook of her gun grip to his jaw. "Revy!" he says as blood clots his mouth and his nose. She merely stops and watches over him – giving her permission to speak for a moment. "I'm sorry! Okay! I'm sorry!" He pleads with her, but falls onto deaf ears as she slams a pistol grip into his crotch making his voice screech like a banshee. "REVY! IM SORRY!" he yells louder, only to be stuck again in the crotch. "REVY! PLEASE! STOP! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" he pleads once more.

But she doesn't strike. She merely drops her guns and balls her fists he opens one eye that isn't blackened and swollen shut to find she's been crying this whole time. Her eyes nothing less of being bloodshot and her knuckles swollen. "I. Am hurting… you?" she hisses at him, gripping his shirt again and sending him upright and slamming him to the wall, bringing her face close and he turns his head and closes his eyes. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DO THAT! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME ROCK! YOU'RE MAKING A WOMAN CRY, WHAT! YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE IT WHEN I CRY BECAUSE I HURT YOU?" she shouts so loud and with such fierce his left ear rings a bit. His body subconsciously tries to turn into a fetal position but he fights it, not wanting to look like the biggest pussy ever for getting the shit kicked out of him and then hurdling up.

He just begins to cry, which she shakes him more. "AM I FUCKING SCAREING YOU! HUH ROCK! HUH?" she cries more, and more. Until she cannot hold onto anything. She merely falls on him, resting her head on his shoulder she shot. And she feels his blood glide down her skin. She just stays like that crying into his shoulder as he opens his eyes. And thinks, and thinks, and comes to a realization.

No matter how much she beat him, every blow she hit him with. It wasn't rage; it wasn't even a mild form of hate. It was sadness. She didn't WANT to hurt him. She only knows how to speak her emotions through physical beatings, and insults. She doesn't know how to calmly talk to someone about how she feels. This fight, ALL of it. Was her speaking to him.

She wanted him to know how much he hurt her. In that second, he wrapped an arm around her and told her as calmly and softly as he can. "Revy…I am so sorry…I am such a fucking asshole for hurting you… I… I…I love you... Revy..." She heard every word he said, and then she stood up and looked down upon him her tears no longer streaking down her face but, she merely just balling her fists. "..How do I know you're not lying? Hm? You little two-shit-face?" He just looks up to her and through his broken frame he speaks with a calm and clear voice. "Because I do... You can tell when I'm lying, and telling the truth by looking at my eyes... Go on Rev y tell me what you see..." She already was as he spoke those words. She reaches down and grasps a cutlass, loading a mag into it and pulling the barrel back –She loaded a round and pressed the barrel to his forehead. And she says so coldly and low. "Say it again. Say your bullshit lie on how you love me. If I see it's a lie, I'll shoot you here and now. And no one will give a goddamn shit about you." She watches his eyes as he shallows some blood and fear. "Revy…I love you..." She doesn't find any lie, or any deceit in his words or eyes. Parts of her SCREAMED for vengeance for what he did. And other parts PLEADED with forgiveness.

She finally dropped her gun and said blankly and void of any emotion on her face. "I'll tell Dutch you're sick. You need the day, and tomorrow off." She then turned to leave and Rock tries to make out an apology, which Revy lifted a finger up for. "Don't'…fucking…speak. I'm borderline going-homicidal as it is. One more fucking word and you're dead." She hissed. And waited for him to try and say something. He knew that tone, and he kept his mouth shut. She closed the door and left and the Radio was still on and played another song.

"It's not like…I'm not trying to work it out. But things are, so much harder when you're not around. I'm not! Always who you think I am! Sometimes I…. feel like I'm the Renegade. And I can't! Just sit back and watch it fade, so now I hope you see… I'm not the enemy! "

A/N: Well, Rock fucked up Eh? Stay tuned!

-Spades.