WolfGear Presents: New Lagoon
Pairings: Rock x Revy, Benny x Jane, OC's x Oc's
Chapter 7: Irish dance of a fair maiden in black
I don't own Black Lagoon
Oc's: Rooker Kane, Sheila, Jamie, Mei Chang, Victor, Punk, Hans, Kelti, Talia "Tai" Xing
In the hills of Ireland a black figure speed down the winding road at speeds many thought unsafe on a motorcycle. A closer look at the speeding blur one could see its curvy figure and mounts clearly against the light of the moon, making it clear the figure was female. A tops her head was a strange cat eared design helmet colored orange, and black cat suit to match the theme.
The rider looked head and saw the old runes where she was to meet her clients. A huge wave a relief fell over her; finally she could get rid of this thing strapped on her back. Pulling up to the fallen stone walls the rider dismounted and presented the package to the red breaded man before her, who took the pack with an evil gain in his eye.
"So this is the one lassie?" The man said inspecting the bag. A dark stain soaked the bottom covering his hand in red.
She nods. "Yes, Kilt McLane's head as requested, now the matter of my payment." The rider motioned to the brief case by the man's feet.
"Yes of course, but who do I owe thanks of ridding me of my longtime rival? And would you feel about another job?" The man asked in a tone that suggested he best not be turned down.
"Kelti, and I don't have time for another job I'm afraid. I have business elsewhere." The now named Kelti said turning her bike away from the man.
Disappointed but not one to waste a talent such as hers the man waved the rider off, but not without one final question. "Where are ye going lassie?"
"I'm going to Roanapur to find my brother." She said revering her engine and storming off into the night. The man shook his head at the sight; poor girl didn't know that her brother was probably already dead. Only the strong survive in that city.
Meanwhile in Roanapur the lagoon crew was having a rare lazy day. A mouth has pasted since the incident in Singapore and they have taken on many jobs running them ragged for weeks, and with the addition of their new crew mate, Talia Xing the assassin, things have been even more hectic. The mornings have been a battle field as both women strut around in their sexist underwear fighting for the attention of the company's boss and captain; Rooker Kane. Who has been trying to ignore the holes in his walls every time the two got into one of their cat fights, which is why their weapons are locked in his gun safe.
"I'll kill you, you whore!" Sheila screamed flying across the room with her tooth brush with the end filed down to a point. Another thing her mother taught her.
"Being it twinkle bell!" Talia mocked dodging the young woman's attempt to shank her. However in doing so Sheila ended up smashing through the window overlooking the docks dropping the gun ho girl into the water below. Talia watched in amusement as her rival pulled herself out of the water, rushed up the stairs and then reappeared in the living room.
"Round two bitch!" Sheila declared charging the assassin like a boar on the rampage. And like an animal on the charge, she developed tunnel vision, so once again Talia side stepped making her fly out the window again! Only this time she felt a strong grip on the back of her T-shirt. She floated in midair for a moment then a violent jerk and she was back in the room and thrown onto the couch like a ragdoll, looking one very pissed off Rooker in the face.
"That is enough! Both of you go work out your differences!" Rooker ordered pointing at the door. "And don't bother coming back till you can least act civil around each other. Oh one more thing the bill for repairing the window and the holes in the wall are coming out of your pay checks."
"But…" They pleaded, but Rooker would not have any of it and sent them out the door. They both looked at one another and said "Yellow Flag?"
"First one to pass out loses?" Sheila said grinning.
"And the winner gets first dibs on Rooker with no interruptions." Talia finished, sealing the deal with a hand shake. That was problem solving in Roanapur, developed by Rock and Revy, got a problem drink it away in rum!
Elsewhere someone else was struggling with their own problems with Rooker Kane. Victor son of the infamous Balalaika was for the lack of the better word obsessed on finding out what it was about Rooker that made his cold hearted mother laugh. The matter was mind bugling to him. Even with orders not to pursue the issue, he still tried to dig up as much as he could on the man. So far he has found nothing but the same; Rooker Kane was a mercenary for the wild geese and was raised by the group's commanding officers. He did find it interesting that is was Dutch who brought Rooker to the group as an infant in 1988.
"Hmm perhaps there is a clue in the file that Dutch left to mother, but it will be almost impossible to retrieve it from her office." It wasn't that it was difficult to get into Balalaika's office. No it was the matter that Victor was an honorable son, even if he betrayed his orders not to investigate; he would not take it so far as to sneak into his mother's office.
"Perhaps a different approach is required." Yes if he couldn't find what he needed on paper, then he would have to find it in people.
At the Yellow Flag Sheila and Talia were on their way to smashedville. Empty bottles of booze littered the area around them, both of them dazed and confused and thinking it's their birthday was the sight that Kelti walked in on.
"Wow, that's a lot of alcohol." The rider looked on in amazement. This has to be the third largest pile of bottles she's ever seen. This city certainly had some strange characters.
"Oh that's nothing. Just wait for when they really get into to it." A voice said from behind. Kelti turned and saw a middle aged Blonde woman, wearing very suggestive clothing and purple shades. Kind of like a cougar, she thought. "And you are?"
"Eda," The woman introduced shaking the rider's hand. "Mother superior Eda to be exact, I'm the head of the rip off church here in the city. I'm guessing your new here?"
"What gave me away?"
"Well, people here tend to know everybody, and the orange cat helmet is kind of a giveaway." Eda pointed to the rider's head accessory. Even with the helmet shielding the stranger's face Eda could feel that she was blushing underneath.
"Sorry, I'm a little insecure about my looks. That's why I wear this were ever I go." Kelti said nervously pointing her fingers together. Everybody always stared at her when her helmet was off, it was really creepy.
Eda shook her head. That would not do at all. Carefully she reached towards the helmet, grabbed hold of it and pulled it right of Kelti's head, revealing a ginger head of hair with creamy white skin, a complete contrast to her black cat suit.
"Wow, you look like an angel." Eda muttered quietly. Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and looked to see what all the fuss was about and got an eye full of something beautiful.
Kelti turned pink, and she shrunk back feeling the eyes of the patrons on her. She hated being the center of attention.
"Stop looking at me!" A flash of steel and two scythe like knifes appeared in her hands and with deadly skill and accurately she through them randomly into the air. The knives flew like a boomerang spinning one way and cutting everything in its path, liquor bottles, tables, chair and a few fingers here and there.
"Holy shit not again!" Bao screamed ducking behind the bar, the blades nearly clipping off the rest of his hair. It seemed that the flying terror would fly forever when the front door swung open, and in walked in Victor. For those that could see him from their hiding places this was a strange sight, Victor or any one form hotel Moscow ever came here.
"What out!" Everybody panicked, if Victor got killed, Balalaika would hunt the down, skin them, and send them through a wood chipper! They knew because that what happened to the last guy to killed one of her men.
Luckily for them Victor wasn't drunk off his ass and had three concussions, so when the spinning blades of death approached from both sides he casually caught both of them with his bare hands, making everyone gap in awe.
"Now I see why captain doesn't come here," Victor muttered inspecting the bar for the first time. This place is truly a dump by all standards, but this is Roanapur so it fit perfectly. Now to come get what he came for. Victor began to make his way to the across the bar, but an angelic face stopped him right in his tracks.
"That was cool! I didn't think anyone other than my brother could catch my knives like that, you're lucky, everybody else lost their head." Kelti praised, patting Victor on the shoulder. Everyone else, minus Sheila and Talia; who were to out of it to notice what the hell was going on, cowered at the stranger's casual manner with Victor, it was like a seal swimming up to a great white shark.
Victor looked curiously at the strange girl. She was obviously new to the city. That much he was certain, seeing how she wasn't doing what everyone else was doing, which was cowering like a bunch of fools. He had to wonder was he really that bad? That was beside the point. This woman she intrigued him. So much so that he would but of his interrogation- he means talk with the two lagoon girls, they looked too drunk to say anything sensible anyways.
"Pardon me, but what is an angelic beauty such as ours doing in this city?" Victor said taking Kelti's hand and kissing it like a gentleman of old. Many wanted to laugh at the site, but listened to their brains and stayed quite.
Kelti blushed at the gesture, and then remembered she didn't know this man's name nor did he know hers. "Sorry, I am being rude. My name is Kelti."
"Victor."
"Nice meet you Victor. Sorry about almost killing you. I get a little worked up when people see my face." Kelti blushed reaching for her helmet on the floor, but reframed from putting it on, it would be rude to try and hide her face now, and Victor wasn't like the others who made her nervous with their stares.
"It's no problem, common thing in this town. You say your brother can do the same? Catch your knives I mean." Victor asked wondering, who could process skill on his level, it made finding out more about this angel in the devil's playground worthwhile.
"Oh yeah he can! Easily too," Kelti sighed. He was always so talented. She on the other hand was something else, sure she could throw knives and shoot a gun, but compared to him she was amateur. Oh well at least she had her driving skills over him, land, air, or sea, she can drive it. Also she knows how to work computers way better than he ever will.
"Um Kelti," Victor said waving his hand in front of her eyes, and received no response. This was a really strange girl. Suddenly she jumped and then blinked.
"Ops looks like I zoned out again, sorry about that. My brother always told me that would get me killed one day, so I'm trying to working on not doing that. Now what was your question?" She chirped merrily.
Victor felt like face palming, but he was too pride full to do that, so he did the next best thing, he rolled with it. "Yes, I was asking what your brother's name is."
Kelti blushed in embarrassment, "Sorry about that he has a lot of enemies so I try to be careful where I say his name, but you remind me a lot of him, and you kind of look like him minus the blonde hair. Sorry getting of track, his name is…"
"Hey you lass over there," A thick Irish accent interrupted from the front door of the bar, five other muscled red breaded red heads stood behind the front man armed with 12 shotguns and a baseball bat. "That's you! We come to punish you for what you done to our kin Kilt! No one mess with the McLane's and gets away with it!"
"Oh crap time to go." Kelti grabbed hold of her helmet and tossed at the man in the front whacking him hard on the head knocking him over! "Come on!" she yelled grabbing Victor's hand with a surprising strong grip, and headed towards the back door just at the men readied themselves and opened fire, missing them by inches!
"Dammit! Stop shooting up my bar!" Bao yelled firing his own 12 gauge at the Irishmen. "Fifty percent off on all drinks for the rest of the night if you help get rid of these motherfuckers!" He offered, and suddenly everyone had a gun in their hand and sighted in on the McLane Clan.
"Time for a hasty retreat lads," The leader yelled ducking out the front door as a hailstorm of bullets and knives ripped through the hardwood destroying most of the entrance. Surprisingly not of the Irish died.
"Good ridden," Bao spat. Two empty glasses slammed themselves on the bar table, Talia and Sheila the owners.
"Fill'em up fifty percent off right?" Sheila slurred with her arm hooked around Talia. The two looked strangely friendly right now. "Rook and I here are going all night long!"
"Yeah what Rook said," Talia agreed, though it explained why they were being so friendly, both of them thought they were with Rooker! Bao thought it was kind of funny at first, then they started making out on the bar, which although very sexy to watch, was also hazardous. That is why when the two girls really started to get into he pick up the phone called Rooker down to pick them up. God help anyone that's around when they come back to reality.
Back at the lagoon office Rooker was enjoying his alone time, by fixing all the holes in the walls and replacing the window that Sheila broke earlier. Oh yeah it was a real blast, and subtracting the cost from their pay checks was even more enjoyable because he lost his calculator, so that took another couple hours to figure out. So when the work was finally done and a cool bottle of rum in his hand, Rooker was about to start enjoying the remaining minutes of this day, when the phone rang.
"Fuck," He cursed picking up the phone. "What do you want?"
"I want you to get your damned employees out of here before they destroy my bar!" Bao yelled through the phone making Rooker hold the receiver away from his ear.
"What the hell are they doing?" Earlier when he kicked the girls out, he knew there was no chance of them getting along. He just wanted to avoid more property damage; turns out he may have just signed himself a bigger repair bill. There was something strange though, instead of a raging cat fight he heard something that sounded like a lot like someone making out or something, and the cat calls in the background were discerning as well, maybe the girls up stairs had come down to put on a show.
Bao began to sweat as he watched the two girls undress themselves. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you; just get down here before they realize what they're doing." He said hanging up the phone.
"That cannot be good." Rooker sighed hanging up. Looks like the rum would have to wait.
In record time Rooker raced the Roadrunner down the busy streets of Roanapur with only a few extra scratches. He parked in front of the Yellow Flag and took notice of the new door design: bullet holes. His thoughts on the design were that Talia and Sheila better not be the designers.
"Rooker thank God you're here!" Bao exclaimed from behind the bar. He must have just closed shop there was nobody here, Rooker thought looking around the place. He did see any sign of his two female employees, but he did take notice of the orange cat eared biker helmet on the bar.
"Let me guess Sheila and Talia did that?" Rooker said pointing to the door. He surprised when the barkeep shook his head no.
"Nya that was some Irish freaks coming after this girl that showed up. This is her helmet here on the bar. Didn't catch her name, but she took off with Victor from Hotel Moscow. Eda told me that she was looking for her brother." Bao said cleaning the last dirty shot glass. Now he could go to sleep. "The girls are up stairs. I would be careful if I were you." He warned tossing Rooker the room key.
Rooker shrugged catching the key and went to see what all the fuss was about and climbed the stairs to the second story of the bar which doubled as both a cheap hotel and a whore house.
"Ok room one. Time to see what making everyone shit bricks." He muttered unlocking the door. What he saw was something that could have come out of Ronny's porn shop. Both Sheila and Talia stripped naked and cover with sweat with the smell of sex lingering in the air. The two were cuddled up breast to breast and looking very content.
"Well… I did say get along, but event his might be a bit extreme." Rooker sighed taking a picture with his cell phone. Maybe this could work to his advantage, he thought rolling both girls into a blanket along with their clothes. They looked a gaint human cigar. With a grunt he hoisted the two over his shoulder and carried them down to the car and placed them in the back seat. From the back he could hear each of the girls muttering in their sleep, the most he could make out was his name and a soft moan here and there.
"That's it. I'm actually going to have to address this little… situation." He told himself pulling up to the Lagoon Company office. Carrying the girls to his room because he was too tired to carry each of them to their own he placed them on one side of the bed and then plopped himself down in between them not caring about what the morning would bring.
Author's note
Ok chapter 7 there for ya and a little prelude to Rooker and the girls' relationship. I've been playing with the idea of adding a lemon. Not sure if I should because I never tried writing a lemon. Anyways not important right now, what is, who is Kelti and who is her brother? Can you guess? I'm sure you can. Also this was kind of Victor chapter, it's wrong to make Balalaika have a child and not use him right? See ya later!
This chapter's rap sheet is… Mei Chang!
Rap Sheet
Name: Mei Bai li Chang
Date of birth: November 1, 1995
Place of birth: Thailand, Roanapur
Birth parents: (Father) Bai Ji-Shin Chang (Mother) unknown
Occupation: Enforcer for the Sun Yee On Traid
Affiliations: Sun Yee On Traid and The thirteen assassins of the zodiac
Misc. Mei Chang is the eighteen year old daughter of Boss Chang of the Chinese mob. She is a known most for her two side coin personality one a bubby kind girl and the other a serious emotionless assassin. Her skills in Gun Fu are said to be on par with her father's making her even more deadly than the legendary two hands and has been known to challenge members of Hotel Moscow (such as Victor) to shooting competitions with her usually being the winner. She is also claims to be good friends with Sheila Okajima, even though the feeling doesn't seem to be mutual.