Hey favorite people of mine, the ones that read the story anyway. This is chapter one rewritten. I had to change some minor details here since I lost the original plans for the story due to the blue screen of death. It has taken a while since I am in college but hopefully the changes are for the better. Well let me know how you like it.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLACK LAGOON
Okajima is looking down the barrel of Berretta 9mm as it points directly between his eyes.
"Put your hands up dipshit!" shouted the owner of the gun.
Okajima moves his slightly to the left to get a look at his aggressor. He starts at her feet and working his way up he discovers she has well toned body with a deep tan. Then he noticed the clothing she was wearing or lack thereof and the first thing that came to mind was the prostitutes he would see on his many trips around the world only she is puts almost all of them to shame. Then he looked at her face saw her eyes burning with the desire to kill then he noticed something strange, she was smiling. He looked directly in her eyes and smirked.
The girl immediately lost it. She no longer had that smile on her face but teeth gritted in anger. "I am going to kill this cocky bastard Dutch!"
He had been waiting for an easy opening and once her attention wasn't fully on him, he went into action. He quickly grabbed her hand, twisting it as she reflexively pulled the trigger firing rounds into the air as he easily disarmed. Using his other hand which now had the gun he put it directly under her chin pointing up into her brain then pulled her body close keeping her free arm behind her and against his chest.
The woman gasped in shock at how easily he had just changed their situations.
He whispered in her ear, "I thought you said you were going to kill this cocky bastard."
"Dutch!" the woman shouted.
The man she called Dutch was already standing with his revolver pointed at Okajima's head.
"Let her go and I won't shoot you" Dutch said.
Should I? Nah…she's too hot to kill. Okajima says to himself.
Okajima decides to play along for a bit, "So if I let her go you won't shoot me but what about her?"
"Revy won't shoot you either" Dutch replied.
"What I am going to do is shoot this motherfucker so full of holes -" Dutch cut her off "Shut up Revy. Now tell the nice man you won't shoot him. . . . Do it!"
Revy relaxed and mumbled. Okajima pushed her away with the pistol pointed at her; she immediately turned around with her second pistol pointed at him. Okajima smiled and unloaded the weapon, pulling the slide back to eject the remaining round before tossing it to her. She quickly pulled the hammer back on the loaded gun in her hand and was slowly squeezing the trigger. Dutch lowered his weapon and went back to rummaging through the computer bag he was interested in.
"You want me to do the same thing to you again?" Okajima prodded raising his hands with a grin.
"Revy! Stop!" Dutch growled. "Is this the disc from Ashagi Industries?" he asked pulling the disc from Okajima's bag. A quick look at Okajima told him it was.
Touching his ear Dutch said "Benny we have the package start the engines."
Hmm...So they have tactical ear communicators so they aren't your average pirates. Okajima mused.
Dutch stood still as his was getting information from the other person on the ear piece. "Let's get going then." he spoke into the receiver. "Alright gentlemen, are business has concluded. We are leaving but if a single patrol boat comes after us then I will sink this tub. On board my boat I have torpedoes and I will use them."
The crowd on the ground visibly shook while they nodded. Okajima relaxed his arms and let out a sigh.
"What do you think you're doing?" Revy asked the gun still pointed at Okajima. "You're coming with us."
"Very well," Okajima sighed quickly putting the smirk back on face and began following Dutch to the gunboat attached to the freighter. Revy's gun pointed at his back the entire time.
Once onboard the gunboat sped away and Okajima looked at the slowly disappearing ship wondering what he was going to do now. He heard movement behind him and forced himself to remain still. Suddenly everything went black.
When he awoke he barely opened his eyes taking in a quick assessment of his current situation. He was on the floor on his side, his arms bound behind his back and from the motion on the floor he assumed he was still on the gunboat. He looked around for his captors seeing the girl sitting in a chair looking at him with one of her guns freed. He decided to open his eyes fully and look her over. He loved guns but prefered to do damage with his body. Looking at the wild eyed gun toting she warrior, he decided they fit her quite well. He found her attractive and began fantasying about playing captor/captive with her. Banishing those thoughts from his mind he sat up and said. "Good afternoon."
She quickly turned on him, pointed the gun in his face and shouted "Shut the fuck up dipshit."
Dutch walked up to him and said, "Are you going to play nice or do I have to kill you."
"No I'll play nice." He replied with a sincere grin.
As Dutch moved behind him to cut his bonds Revy got up keeping her gun trained on him.
Looking up at her Okajima said "You know it's not nice to point guns at people. You might give them the idea that you want to kill them."
Since he was still bound she took this time to kick him in the gut with her steel toed combat boots which he took and doubled over without a sound.
'Hold it in, hold it in. don't cry out, don't give her the satisfaction. Shit that kick could've really done some damage.' Okajima thought keeping his face on the floor so she wouldn't see the grimace on his face.
'Damn that was like kicking a brick wall' Revy thought turning so he couldn't see the wince on her face. 'I kicked as hard as I could and he took it without a sound.'
Once he was finally free of his bounds he set on the bench wringing his wrist. He looked around before asking, "So what happens now?"
Walking back to his captain's seat Dutch shrugged, "I don't know, ask her she's the one that brought you here."
"I brought him here so we could ransom him back to his company. We are only getting paid a lousy 20,000 for this job. We could probably ransom this guy for more." Revy said rather loudly.
This is working out better than planned, Okajima thought to himself, then he put his pinky finger in his ear and began twisting. "Is she always this loud?"
Revy quickly spun to kick him again but this time he caught it in one hand and held it. He didn't even acknowledge her while he did it. Just sat there waiting for his answer. Revy glared at him with the cigarette hanging from her lips. She went to take her leg away and he just held it for a moment before releasing it with a smirk.
Okajima was getting turned on by how aggressive this hellion was. The fire in her eyes and her outright voracious appetite for carnage were just too much for him. He had to fight to keep the leer off his face and suppressing it down to a smirk.
"She gets louder with alcohol." Dutch replied then looked at Revy with a serious look, "Revy are you going to handle the negotiations? Are you going to call his company? Do you even have the number?"
Revy's anger got the better of her. "Fine I'll just kill him now!" She pulled one of her cutlasses pointed it his direction and began firing.
Bang bang bang bang bang.
She stopped firing when someone was holding her from behind one hand holding the gun in air the other grabbing her around her waist with her free hand behind her back. She tried to struggle but found it impossible so she stopped.
He still didn't release her holding her close. He subconsciously smelled her hair, a combination of smoke, the sea, and what was that lilac? She could feel something growing against her hand. He could feel himself growing against her so he released and stepped back hoping she didn't feel it. He didn't want her to think of him as a pervert. She holstered the gun and left the cabin heading deeper into the gunboat.
"I like you kid." Dutch said with a chuckle. "Let's go up on deck and have a smoke."
Okajima nodded and stepped to follow him outside.
"Benny you're on." Dutch said behind him as they stepped into the setting sun.
"Got it." Benny called after them.
Up on deck Okajima and Dutch set down next to one another, Dutch lit two cigarettes passing one to Okajima. They both took long drags before either spoke.
"So what happens to me if they don't pay the ransom?" Okajima asked.
"Oh I don't know. We'll probably drop you off at one of the towns and let you find your own way back." Dutch replied. "What's your name?"
"Okajima, Okajima Rokura." Okajima replied.
Dutch finishing his smoke stood up and was about to head back but stopped when he noticed Okajima getting up.
"You might want to stay up here for awhile. Revy seems pretty pissed." Dutch suggested.
Okajima replied with a snort, "Yeah she doesn't seem to like how I handled her."
Dutch snorted and went back inside. He decided he should ask Okajima where he got those skills but he'll save that for another time. Okajima lay out on the deck watching the setting sun before allowing the boat to rock him to sleep.
Dutch picked up the satellite phone and dialed a number. "It's Lagoon."
Revy was laying in the cabin in the dark thinking to herself. Why did I bring him with us? How did he get passed me not once but twice? Why didn't I say anything when I felt 'him' against me? With that Revy's anger began to rise again. That pervert was going to answer about how he got passed her.
She jumped off the rack and headed into the cabin with cutlass in hand. She quickly surveyed the cabin finding only Dutch there and she could he Benny in his little world typing on his computer.
"Where is he?" She asked Dutch her anger seething.
"Up on deck." He replied nonchalantly not taking his eyes off the ocean before them.
She quickly ran up the steps about to demand he tell her how he got passed her when she saw him laying on his back with his shirt undone asleep. Instead of yelling she walked over to him with every intention of kicking the shit out him but she stopped as she noticed his body in the moonlight. He was fairly attractive, dressed every bit the businessman. From nice expensive loafers to his grey Armani slacks to his long sleeve white dress shir, hellt he even wore a tie. Then she looked at his exposed flesh. Noticing how the sweat glistened off his chiseled muscle figure. She looked down at his abs and immediately notices 'No wonder it hurt to kick him.' She could see the outline of where her boot had connected in a slight purple bruise. As she looked at him she felt a slight hunger for him then just brushed it off. Deciding not to wake him she ventured back down to her cabin muttering, "I need a drink."
Dutch just chuckled.
Okajima awoke to everyone getting off the boat. He must have been more tired than he thought cause he didn't even notice when they docked. He quickly got up and fixed his shirt and tie while watching the others.
"Come on were going to get a drink." Said Dutch.
"What?" asked Okajima slightly confused. "Aren't I a hostage? Why are we going drinking?"
"Fine stay here if you want, I'm thirsty." Benny yelled already halfway up the dock.
"Shit." Okajima grimaced as he jumped off the boat and ran to catch up.
At the bar he found a seat in between Dutch and Benny and began sipping on the beer Dutch put in front of him. He quickly surveyed the room for the second time since entering. Every table had at least one gun visible while he was sure everyone in the bar minus himself had at least one on him. He was surprised when Revy was walking the street with her weapons so exposed on the way to the bar but after looking at everyone else he could see how it wasn't as abnormal as he thought. There were men gambling everywhere and prostitutes hanging on the one who looked like they were winning.
"This place was built by the losers of Vietnam. They started letting anyone in and quickly it turned into this piece of shit." Dutch said.
"So what did you do in Tokyo?" Benny asked sipping his beer.
"I was a businessman working for Asahi Industries. I don't really enjoy it though. Your bosses treat you like shit and what's worse is you find yourself wanting to be just like them. So that you have that high salary and the cushy office while everyone cowers beneath you, fearful that you'll fire them." Okajima replied. "What about you? You're American right?"
"Yeah I'm from Miami. I got into a little hot water with the FBI and CIA so I had to find a new place to call home." Benny said.
"Don't forget that I had to save your ass or you would be in prison rotting away like an old man…Or you would be someone's bitch." Revy stated with a half grin.
Dutch got up to leave taking his beer with him. Okajimas' eyes followed him as he went to the back.
All of a sudden a triple shot of rum smacked into his beer sliding it further down the bar. He looked up to see Revy holding the same.
"Don't be drinking any of that piss. Be a man and drink a real drink." Revy said as tilted back the triple shot of rum and sucked it down in roughly 10 seconds. She slammed it down with a smile looking at Okajima. "Eh…Bet you can't do th-" she stopped as Okajima was standing losing his tie and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. He looked at her.
"Don't underestimate a Japanese businessman." As he downed the glass in half the time it took her. He slammed down the glass and looked at her with an 'I can do better than you' smirk.
The challenge had been set they both turned to the bartender demanding more drinks.