CHAPTER 3

Renegade

And disclaimer time: I do not own Black Lagoon, or any of its Characters. I do not own any of the song's in my work either. I do not own Oakley's merchandise either. [Would be epic if I did though]

As always, Review, follow, favorite, eat a Potato. Drink a milkshake. [I don't know what the devil I'm going on, Bit daft at this moment.]

Things like this are thoughts

'Things like this' Are flashbacks/Memories

[Things like this] Are songs.

LET'S GO!

The sun peered into Rock's room. The rays of welcoming sunlight just pour over a lifeless and void of emotion body. Rock was in a state of pure blank. Not a desire to do anything, no shard of emotion; not even the urge to go out drinking to solve his problems. The radio was off for once, he got tired of listening to the local radio station which played the same damn song every five minutes. Damn it! Damn it all! Damn the whole world to hell! Clearly he was taking this so easy. I was such a idiot! Trying to pick a fight with Revy?! God what the hell what I on?! He pondered if he had anything that could've plagued his mind at the time. Minutes goes into half hours as he racks his brain thinking of ways he fucked up. Or thinking of ways he could live a bit longer. His thoughts would have to wait at the moment, as his intense thought was interrupted by a knock on his apartment door.

''I'm coming!'' He said monotone.

Another knock.

''God… Are you so stupid that yo-''

A large man in a Jacket with a black hoodie, and baggy pants stood at his door. He didn't have a face, just black Oakley shades and a Bandana with the Ace of Spades on it.

'' Hey Rock!'' He said cheerfully, and he waved with his hand. Rock stood dumb folded, This man knew him and he couldn't remember in the blightest who he was.

''Um… H-Hi?'' He could squeeze out of his throat, trying to form at least a response. The man chuckled, and folded his arms over his chest. ''Seems like you don't remember me. Praetorian ring a Bell?''

Rock's eyes shot open, and then he lashed at the man with a hug. Bear hugging him almost.

And Rock as sentimental as he is, falls for this soppy moment..

''OH MY GOD, Captain! It is so good to see you again!'' Rock spoke with such enthusiasm. But the Captain was more worried that two grown ass men were bear hugging each other in Rannapour. Someone might get the wrong Idea here.

''Rock, I know we're like, friends. But can you stop gay-holding me? Thanks.'' Rock then let the Captain go. And smiled as wide as his anatomy would allow. ''It is so good to see you my friend. What are you doin' here?''

''I'm here 'cause I am on leave for the Army. So, I picked 'round in Japan looking for you. I didn't find you but a Friend of a Friend helped me. So, I'm here.''

Rock invited him in and they sat down at the two seat dinner table. Rock offered to cook but the Captain refused; saying he didn't want a skinny Japanese man cooking for him unless it was Rib's and Hamburgers. Rock has not in the slightest how to cook either. So instead he pulled out what all men like. Beer n' Liquor; Bacardi for all. After hours of what seems like endless talking and catching up. Another knock was at the door, but a voice rock knew. It was gentle, sweet, and oh so sensitive.

''ROCK YOU LAZY JAPANESE SON OF A BITCH! GET OUT OF YOUR DAMN APARTMENT.'' Oh Revy, always such the Lady. The Captain just looked to the door, and back to Rock.

''Your old Lady is quite the Yeller eh?'' He chuckled behind his mask. And forgot how paper thin the walls were. So, almost naturally for Rock's apartment. There was a door kicked off its hinged a Red-haired woman pointing her Beretta's at Rock. And now her other gun pointed at the Captain.

''What did you just say?'' She said with a sharp hiss. She was ready to end both of them in a heartbeat. But she just assumed the man in the Bandanna would be as passive as rock.

NOPE!

So, what ensued next was a brawl for all. The Captain was able to knock the guns out of her hand with a right cross to her left wrist, and was able to grip her trigger finger for her right. Revy was quick though, but didn't play fair. She rammed up a knee to his little captains and her bon met with a metal cup. The captain then knocked her gun out of her right hand and send a devastating elbow to her chin, smashing her over the nightstand. And Rock finally spoke.

''Stop! Stop! Captain! Revy!''

The Captain stopped as Rock had requested. But Rock was told by Revy to go fuck himself. So, she then tried to fight the Captain again. And was knocked down. Got up, knocked down. And again and again. Matter of fact the Captain got tired of just sending the same right cross over and over again. Didn't matter where he hit on her body. She fell every time. So, where was rock when this was happening? Over by Revy's side. Attempting to negotiate with someone whose logic is 'Shoot first, doesn't work? Shoot more.' Revy by the end of it after a half hour was bleeding from her nose, mouth, and welts that the Captain had opened with his crosses. And the Captain didn't even have a stratch on him. Revy moved to send a Right Jab, but the fist was caught in the air. And twisted behind her back. And she was slammed to the ground a boot on her temple.

''Is she done now?'' The Captain asked vaguely.

''No…Not yet…'' Rock said sadly; and filled him and the Captain shots of Bacardi.

Whilst Rock drank and the Captain had to hold down a very, very pissed off Revy. The residents from the Apartment just peered in from the busted door. And just watched as she kicked and screamed; and threatened to remove both of their little 'them' in horrible and undignifying ways.

Revy finally calmed down after a half hour and the Captain stood up and let her go. She took his Bacardi from the table and downed it. And looked to Rock and said in monotone.

''Dutch wanted me to check up on you. I didn't expect you and your lover to be here.''

The Captain sighed. ''See, Told you people would think something was up about an American going with a Japanese guy in a apartment.''

Rock chuckled. And nodded his head to Revy.

''Thanks Revy. Tell Dutch we are okay.''

Revy scoffed, and looked to the man in the bandana.

''So, who the fuck are you?''

The Captain lifted up a thumb. ''Whatisittooya.'' He chuckled afterword's, copying something off a kids show.

Revy peered to the man; and demanded in silence for a answer.

''Captain 'Spades' United States Army.''

Revy just said with a scoff. ''Fucking Jarhead.''

''That's the Marines. I'm the guy who cleans up after them.'' He replied politely with a finger raised to make a point.

''Fucking Janitor.'' Revy replied back with a smirk. And contented to hear the Captain sighs.

''Well, this is going better than before huh?'' Rock said sheepishly. Trying to test the peace; It was solidified by a simultaneous ''Fuck off Rock.'' By both the Captain, and Revy.

Rock thought to himself: With Friends like these…Who needs a normal life…