Chapter One: Meeting a Demon

Revy woke up with a vague idea that she had been involved in one hell of a party.

Her head was swimming, and she was lying on something hard and wet. Her vision was blurry, and she couldn't remember a damn thing. Last thing she remembered...

Ugh, wasn't she at a bar in Babel Tower?

Well, this looked different from Babel Tower. It looked like a huge party room, which doubled as a war room if the table at the center was any indication. It was one of those retractable ones which could go down into the floor. Which was metal.

Wow, this place must have cost a fortune. And judging by the retractable computer systems, it had been used. So somebody had sent out the guards and stuff.

Why was Revy wet, though?

Oh, she was covered in blood. And from the looks, she'd been doing some knifework. On who?

Oh, oh, that blonde guy Revy had seen in a drunken stupor a couple of times on TV. On skyscraper TV's, too. She'd cut him up like a thanksgiving turkey from the looks of things. She'd also unloaded a lot of ammunition into him. One bullet into the head and a lot all over.

There was an assault rifle nearby, too, and a spare clip.

Also, a window.

Why were there sirens out there?

Oh, it was the police.

What were the police doing here?

Why would somebody give a fuck about one pansyass noble? A very well-dressed noble at that. In violet. Wasn't violet the color of something? Royalty?

What was his name?

Clover?

Claude?

Claudius?

Clovis?

Clovis, that was it. Prince Clovis, the pussyass little bitch who wouldn't shut up on the television. Meanwhile, his bitchass police terrorized the ghettos. Shinjuku was just outside, and from the looks of things, it was a smoking ruin. Although there were hospital trucks out there.

Were they tended to numbers?

Hadn't they been killing them a few moments ago?

Someone banged on the door.

"This the police! Open up in there!"

Oh shit, it was the cops! And the only way out was through their dead bodies!

Revy grabbed her assault rifle from where it was lying and snatched up some ammunition. Slipping it onto her gun, she turned off the safety and trailed it on the door. Smiling, she waited as the door shuddered.

"Blow the door!" said a voice.

The door exploded inward.

"I'M GLAD I KILLED THE BASTARD, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!" yelled Revy.

And then she started shooting and never stopped.

Whoever was at the back of the door wasn't dumb; they leaped back as Revy fired at him.

"Motherfucker, you think you can take me down, you war criminal pureblood pieces of shit! I'M REVY FUCKING TWO-HANDS! I KILLED PRINCE CLOVIS! I CUT HIM TO TINY PIECES!

"I- Oh shit Jeremiah Gottwald."

And that was the last word Revy got out before she ran out of ammunition. The clip clicked empty. Dropping it, she went for her pistols. Then Jeremiah Gottwald came around the corner and punched her in the face. The blow caught her straight in the jaw, and she reeled beneath as all feeling left her.

The entire world seemed to slow and blur as his fist's impact sent her entire body reeling. A moment later, she hit the wall, bounced off, and landed hard on the ground.

Oddly enough, she couldn't feel anything.

Had he punched her so hard it knocked her nervous system out of whack?

No pain.

Oh, there it was.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"She's obviously hysterical," said Jeremiah. "Arrest Suzaku Kururugi immediately."

What the fuck?

Had that fucker Suzaku taken credit for her kill? And how had Revy ended up with a hangover, only one clip of ammunition, and covered in royal blood?

It all started when she decided to rob a chess game at Babel Tower...

Revy had to admit she had been drinking.

Technically, she was underaged. But Revy had found that you could usually get your friends to look the other way. And it was pretty easy to make friends when you had two fully loaded pistols. That and a winning smile and were willing to use them.

Of course, friends didn't stay around forever. They tended to stop talking to Revy after she put a few bullets in them. But you could always make more, so long as you kept your gun loaded.

Which, of course, is why Revy had gone to Babel Tower. All drinks herself into a stupor while watching the bunnygirls dance. She had in mind to start a fight or a heist and kill a bunch of people. But she wasn't really sure where to start.

Word on the street was that fucking pussy Oghi was planning some kind of op today.

Which meant Revy was steering clear of Shinjuku for now.

"Did you hear they have another High Stakes chess game going?" asked a man. "I hear it's between an old man and a noble. The old man is an eleven."

"Well, what is doing gambling out here?"

"I hear he's got a substitute," said the first. "See, the guy funds elevens to try and play high-stakes chess games. If they win on their own, they get all the winnings. When they start losing, he raises the stakes and wins the match instead.

"They call him Black King because he doesn't appear on official rosters."

"Why not?" asked the second.

"I dunno, maybe he doesn't want his name going down; I hear Clovis is a game fan. Used to play it with his brothers."

"Some sort of royal outing?"

"Who knows?"

Hmm, that sounded like a pretty good mark.

But Revy wasn't done drinking.

"I don't want to see the bottom of this glass," said Revy.

"Money first," said the barkeep.

Revy checked her wallet and found she'd already spent it all on booze and hookers. Then she checked her ammunition and found she was full. So, should she shoot the barkeep? No, then he couldn't serve her drinks.

Should she threaten him and force him to be her friend? Then, he could give her drinks for free.

Wait, they had a lot of guns here, didn't they? And they'd call the police. The police weren't the kind of people with whom it was easy to become friends. You usually had to blow at least six of their brains out before they started pissing themselves.

So, shooting the barkeep was a no-go.

Maybe she should... pay him.

But she didn't have any money.

Oh well, Revy was pretty sure the nice people at that chess game could give her some.

"I'll be back," said Revy.

And she walked off while switching off her safety.

"It's gonna be a miracle if that girl doesn't grow up to be a psychopath," muttered the barkeep.

Revy didn't need his lip.

Maybe she would blow his brains out once she was done drinking. Well, she had to get the money first. So she'd get him somewhere private so she could flee the scene before the police arrived.

Wait a minute, where was this chess game?

Well, maybe someone here would know. Did anyone here look out of place? Well, there were two guys in schoolboy uniforms waiting outside a door. Moving forward, she tapped the blue-haired one on the shoulder. "Hey, where's the Black King chess game going on here?"

"It's in progress right in that door," said Rivalz.

"Oh, thanks," said Revy. Then she pulled out her pistol.

The black-haired guy looked at it with dead eyes. Seriously, the guy kind of reminded her of a zombie. Like he was completely dead inside, he barely even registered her gun. The blue-haired guy, who was shorter, looked a lot less enthusiastic. "Is that a gun?"

"It's a gun, dumbass," said Revy.

And she opened the door.

"Did your substitute arrive," said a sneering fat noble in a suit.

Revy shot him.

"What the fu-" began two suits by the timer.

Revy shot them, too, splattering their blood all over the chessboard. The old man screamed in horror and cowered as she pointed a gun at his head. "You, where's the fucking money! Give it to me now!"

"There is no money," said the zombie guy in a dead tone.

Revy considered shooting him in the head. Wasn't that how you dealt with zombies.

"Please don't kill me!" screamed the old.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out all over your pieces!" snapped Revy. "You, zombie guy. Tell me where the money is now before I kneecap you!"

"It's transferred digitally," said the teen. "They don't carry around huge stacks of cash. This is a legal gambling operation. You give them an off-the-record credit card number, and they transfer it when you win."

"Well, I just won," said Revy. "Now, transfer the money to my account."

"I can't; I don't have the codes to transfer the money," said the man.

"Well, who the fuck does!" said Revy.

"You just shot them," said the blue-haired teen.

Oh.

Oh shit.

Revy had what was called a moment of clarity. She was in the middle of a public place and had just committed three premeditated murders. An alarm went off, and people were screaming and fleeing in horror.

So the police would probably be en route soon.

Which Revy needed to get out.

And she needed a hostage.

"You, what's your name?" said Revy.

"Lelouch, Lamprouge," said the boy, carefully checking his watch.

"Lelouch, I think we should get out of here before the police-" began the boy.

"Shut the fuck up, schoolboy," said Revy. "I'm taking your friend hostage! Make a move, and he's dead now; scram!"

"How am I supposed to scram if I can't make a move," said not-Lelouch.

"Rivalz, how fast would you drive to get back for our next class?" asked Lelouch.

"Twenty minutes if we go top speed," said Rivalz.

"Then make sure you drive safely on the way back," said Lelouch, tone completely dead.

"ARE YOU FUCKING MOCKING ME?!" roared Revy.

Rivalz made a break for it, and Revy trailed a pistol on him, only for her hostage to step between them. Her gun was now pointed right against his heart. "Get the fuck out of my way so I can shoot your friend."

"No," said Lelouch.

And he was gone.

Revy punched him in the face. He took it pretty well, rolled with it and didn't even lose his footing. From the looks of things, he knew how to take a punch. Which was odd because, with his black hair and lean frame, he looked like an empty suit.

"We're going to my motorcycle, now!" said Revy. "You try to run, I'll fucking rip your eyes out!"

"Where's your motorcycle?" asked Lelouch. "Also, do you have keys?'

Revy halted. "...Oh fuck, I left them at the bar. Hang on, we gotta take a detour."

And grabbing Lelouch by the back of the neck, she put a gun to his neck and moved on to the escalator. Making her way down to the bar, she checked the tables and noticed the bar was unoccupied. There was a lot of alcohol unguard out there.

But she'd have to let go of her hostage to get it.

Raising her gun, she blasted one of the bottles so it started leaking alcohol and put her mouth under it to drink it. Then she threw Lelouch behind the bar and drank her alcohol. Now, she felt fine. Moving along the table, she saw her motorcycle keys.

Grabbing them, she saw Lelouch standing in place. "Let's go."

At that moment, the windows burst open, and a SWAT team rappeled in from above. Revy raised her pistols and leaped back as they opened fire. The resulting bullets tore through the bottles above her. They also shot into the bar as Revy fired two shots from each gun.

Double bullseye!

She'd got two of the fuckers right through the forehead! Firing again, she shot two more before ducking. Bullets tore into the wood while Revy reloaded her guns. She looked to where Lelouch was browsing his smartphone.

"Shouldn't you be like... panicking or something?" asked Revy.

This was kind of an off day.

As a theoretically innocent civilian, Lelouch should have been cowering in fear. That or running for his life. However, he just seemed to be contemplating things. "Not really.

"You'd need a lot more bodies for that."

Huh, this was really bizarre.

Whatever.

Revy heard the guns halt and leaped over the bar to open fire. Two more officers died as she ran toward them. Kicking a chair across the room, she smashed it into one before shooting another two. God, this was classic shooting gallery stuff.

The others were behind cover and firing at her, but Revy fired back and got one just as he peeked out of hiding. Another she got in the leg and the chest.

No more police officers.

"Hey Lelouch, I just ran out of police," said Revy, sheathing her gun. "We can go now."

And then, in classic good person style, Revy began to loot the bodies. Lelouch began to look at the bodies, picking out a pistol and concealing it in his breast pocket. He was a quick study, wasn't he?

"Are psychotic urges all that drive you, woman?" asked Lelouch.

"Pretty much," admitted Revy, feeling pretty good about the fact. She could have some more targets, but she couldn't complain.

"Well, you've gunned down eight cops and three civilians. So I have a choice between helping you escape or getting shot," said Lelouch. "Where is your motorcycle? And what exactly is your plan?"

"Steal money to buy alcohol," said Revy. "Kill anyone who gets in my way."

Lelouch put his face in his hands. "Fine.

"I can work with that."

"Since when the fuck did you promote yourself to my partner, bright eyes?" asked Revy.

He had violet eyes, actually.

"Unless you plan to drive drunk while evading the police, I think you'll need a driver," said Lelouch. "In your state of inebriation, you'll crash out of the parking garage."

"Why the fuck do you care?" said Revy, walking to the elevator.

Lelouch followed while picking up some more clips. Personally, Revy didn't think he took enough guns. She'd taken as many as she could carry and some money to boot.

"I don't plan to be around when the next police arrive and blow this building to Kingdom Come," said Lelouch. "I'll drive you as far as the outskirts of the ghettos. Then we split off and never speak of this again."

"Maybe I should just blow your fucking brains out right here, pretty boy!" said Revy, putting a gun to his head.

Lelouch stared back as if daring her to do it. "You really don't want to evade the police while drunk. Oh, and keep that gun trailed on me while I'm driving.

"I want plausible deniability about my involvement here."

"Okay, have you done this before," said Revy, finding him really weird. Either she was going to murder him, or she was beginning to like him.

Was there a third option here?

Lelouch said nothing as he walked down the steps, Revy walking behind him. Turning the steps, they entered the parking garage. Revy was still determining if she could trust this guy. He obviously was a lot less afraid of her than he should be.

Although he seemed collected.

And driving while drunk did seem like a pretty bad idea.

Okay, fine, she could always shoot him as soon as she didn't need him anymore. Revy found her motorcycle with a two-seated. She tossed Lelouch her keys. "Get on."

Lelouch did, and Revy got on behind him, putting a gun to the back of his head. "Drive out. I'll direct you.

"You get my directions wrong; I'll blow your fucking brains out, you worthless ivy league pussy!"

"I'm a high-school student," said Lelouch, gunning the engine.

And then he drove off, turning out and driving at top speed. Revy nearly had her finger slip as he swerved and went out of the parking garage. Getting onto the bridge to Babel Tower, Revy kept the gun to him.

"Do you have a license?" asked Revy, seeing a helicopter above. She had the feeling she was having another moment of clarity here?

"Do you?" asked Lelouch.

"I shot the guy I got this motorcycle from," said Revy. "He had one, and I took the motherfuckers powers."

"That is not scientifically viable," said Lelouch.

"Shut up," said Revy. "Now, take a left here!"

For some reason, they didn't actually get that much in the way of pursuit. Revy could actually see military helicopters flying around. Also, there were air transports carrying knightmare frames. But they weren't headed for her.

"Are those transports going after someone who is a friend of yours," asked Lelouch.

"Shut up," said Revy. "Some pussyass resistance group led by a fucking virgin neckboard named Oghi. Fuck em.

"They'll keep the police off our backs and die while we get away.

"Take a left here."

"Where are we going?" asked Lelouch.

"Shinjuku you dumb fuck," said Revy.

"Is this a common watering ground for psychopaths?" asked Lelouch.

"I'm gonna go through there and grab the first boat out," said Revy. "Fuck you.

"What is with you, anyway? You don't react to me pointing a gun at you like most people. What are you, some kind of fucking zombie?"

"Of the two of us, who has put more thought into this operation?" asked Lelouch.

"Shut up before I shoot you," said Revy.

"And you careen off the road at sixty miles an hour with no driver," said Lelouch.

Revy couldn't shoot him.

This was kind of an off day for her. She didn't know what to do when she couldn't shoot someone. What did she do in this situation? How could you interact with your fellow human beings without the ability to end their life?

Wait, wait, no.

Revy could kill Lelouch. It was just she would also die when he crashed.

"Really didn't think this through, did you," said Lelouch.

"Shut up and drive, dumbass," said Revy.

At that moment, a television flared to life on the skyscrapers above them. The road began to get rougher as Lelouch drove them now at a slower pace along the outskirts. You could see trash thrown by the wayside beneath the highways above. And on the video screens above appeared the symbol of Britannia, Lion, and Unicorn.

Images flashed, showing a news report showing a skyscraper on fire. It had been built to withstand suicide attacks. Which was really annoying. Time used to be when you didn't have buildings designed to withstand plane crashes.

Fucking paranoid pussies.

"And now, his Highness, Prince Clovis will address the nation," said a voice.

And onscreen came the most-panzyass looking bitch Revy had ever seen in her fucking life. He had this creamed blonde hair like some fairy-tale pussy out of a Disney Movie. His cloak was violet, and he was wearing this stupid blue doublet. Plus, long white gloves.

Fucking virgin.

Course, Prince Clovis had technicality gotten laid. But the virginity this loser had could not be stripped away. It was part of his fucking flesh, part of his body. Nothing short of splitting his stomach over lengthwise was going to count.

Whatever.

To one side, Revy could see

"To all my Imperial Subjects," said Clovis. "Including, of course, the many cooperative elevens who also choose to serve the Empire."

"Not again," muttered Lelouch.

"Can you not see my pain?!" said Clovis.

"His heart was ripped from his chest," muttered Lelouch.

"My heart was ripped from my chest only to be torn apart!"

"Insert faux emotional diatribe here," muttered Lelouch.

"The remnants are filled with rage and sadness!" said Clovis. "But know this, I will not tolerate terrorism in Area 11 of any kind! Because the battle we fight is a righteous one! A virtuous battle to protect the well-being of one and all!

"Now, everyone, I would like you all to join me in a moment of silence for the eight who died for justice."

"And what the fuck am I!" roared Revy. "Chopped fucking liver! I just shot up a fucking tower and killed more than eight people!

"I'm gonna kneecap that motherfucker!"

And that was when the helicopters flew out of nowhere to start firing at the truck to one side. "Pull over immediately! Surrender, and you'll be allowed to defend yourself in court!"

"Think they have something valuable in there?" asked Revy.

"Quite possibly," said Lelouch. "Judging by the military force we've seen, it's probably valuable. Knightmare frames can only be mobilized for peacetime use by royal authorization."

"How the fuck do you know all this shit?" asked Revy.

"I paid attention in civics class," said Lelouch.

"Eh, I dropped out in that shit in middle school after I whacked my teacher for using a slur at me," said Revy.

Then, the doors of the truck opened.

And out of it came a massive, humanoid robot of red steel. It rested on rollerskates of sorts and landed on the street. The helicopters moved to either side, but too late.

"You fellas know full well what this badass mother can do," said a voice.

And then two blades came from the knightmare and tore up the helicoptors. They exploded into nothingness. Bits of steel landed near the motorcade.

"Hey, keep alongside that one, Lelouch," said Revy. "I want to rob it."

"Is that really going to help our situation?" asked Lelouch.

"I don't know," said Revy. "But I'm bored, and they had a knightmare on that! So whatever they are carrying has gotta be worth something!"

"Well, you've got the gun pointed at me," said Lelouch before driving up the next exit.

At the same time, one of the flying transports surged in, and a blue knightmare landed, carrying a gun.

"I can only assume you dug that obsolete relic out of some scrap heap," said the voice, firing on the red knightmare. "An over-the-hill Glasgow is no match for a Southerland!"

"Margrave Jeremiah Gottwald is down here personally," noted Lelouch. "What's he doing out here personally. It must be something important."

"Who gives a fuck?" asked Revy, loading her submachine gun. "Get alongside the truck."

However, another Southerland landed in front of the truck at that moment. Then she opened fire from the front. The truck swerved off the highway, and Revy felt the wind of armor-piercing rounds fly through her hair. Laughing, she opened fire with her gun on the knightmare frame, only to have her bullets bounce off the truck.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" snarled Revy.

"You told me to get alongside the truck," said Lelouch.

"I know what I fucking said!" said Revy. "Shut the fuck up and follow my orders, and don't let this happen again or else!"

Silence as the truck began to slowly get ahead of them. They were heading toward the mouth of some of the old subways.

"Well!" said Revy.

"I'm not really sure what from me in this relationship, woman," said Lelouch. "Do you want me to go alongside the truck or not?"

"Yes!" said Revy. "Just get me near the driver!"

"Fine," said Lelouch.

And he did, moving the truck up alongside the driver, who looked out to see Revy pointing her other gun at him. "Pull the truck over, Motherfucker, before I pump you full of led!"

The driver looked out in surprise and then turned his wheel. The truck headed toward Revy, but Lelouch also went to one side. Revy opened fire with her sub-machine gun and blew a series of holes in the truck. The driver screamed in agony as his form was wracked with bloody holes, and the truck collided with a wall. His corpse was thrown through the window to splatter on the wall.

Lelouch slowed to a halt as, a moment later, the truck doors fell over to reveal a huge canister. The kind used for poison gas. The kind of poison gas that could kill thousands, and it was here.

"Jackpot," said Revy. "Come on, Lelouch. Let's see if we can find a way to set this off."

Lelouch sighed. "Revy, you can't unleash poison gas in the middle of a crowded ghetto. Not just to satisfy your psychopathic urges."

This state confused Revy. The individual words all made sense. But it was like they had no coherent meaning she could understand. Maybe she should just humor him? "And why not?"

"Because thousands of innocent civilians are above us," said Lelouch. "All of whom would die a horrific and painful death."

"Go on," said Revy, not really getting it.

"They have done absolutely nothing to deserve being murdered," said Lelouch. "And their deaths could be used to justify further atrocities. Tens of thousands of lives could lost in a meaningless bloodbath that does not benefit us in any way."

Revy halted, still not understanding. Maybe she should kill something to distract.

"...We're standing right next to it," said Lelouch. "We'd be the first people to die."

Oh.

That actually made some sense. Getting hit by poison might hurt. Revy had learned a valuable lesson here today. "You think we can set off some sort of delayed timer release? Then we can watch the fireworks from the highway."

"Couldn't you just sell the poison gas to the Japanese Liberation Front and-"

At that moment, a dark-clad soldier came from nowhere and spin-kicked Lelouch to the ground. Lelouch raised his hands in a defensive guard and was thrown down, only to be pinned. "Stop right there, trying to use poison gas!"

"Get off me," said Lelouch.

Revy started looking for the console that would unleash the poison gas. It kills everyone in this entire shit town. She was pretty sure the gas would rise over her head if she ducked low. "Hey, Lelouch, keep this guy occupied.

"We can figure out they fight. You know, for science."

Revy was having trouble figuring out how this console operated. Did they teach this stuff in high school? "Hey, Lelouch, over here. I need you to help me with this."

"...Dear god," said the soldier in a soft voice.

Leaping back, they removed their helm to reveal tawny brown hair and oddly eyes. "Lelouch, it's me."

"Suzaku," said Lelouch. "You became a-"

Revy pulled the trigger on her submachine gun. Then, considering it was clicking empty, she tossed it hard and smashed Suzaku in the face. Drawing out a pistol, she pointed it at him. "Oh my god, could that guy's knight in shining armor routine be more insincere?

"I mean, we're about to unleash fucking WMDs on a populated civilian center. He completely wrecks the scene."

"I just want to point out this woman does not speak for me," said Lelouch.

Lelouch kept finding new ways to make Revy want to break him. He was pretty smart figuring out they'd need a timer. So she'd keep him around.

"Anyway, I say we kneecap this fucker and see if there's a timer on this machine," said Revy.

"Seriously, she took me hostage and forced me to be her driving while she went on a cop killing spree," said Lelouch. "You really, really have to stop her now."

"What are you, getting cold feet?" asked Revy. "Whatever, just duck low. The gas will probably rise. So as long as you're low to the ground, we should be okay." Typing into the console, she found the release button.

"Wait!" said Suzaku. "The people of Shinjuku have never harmed you! But you're trying to slaughter them in an attack that serves no purpose! Don't you realize that evil deeds won't bring you anything but a life of misery and regret!"

Revy smiled. "Fuck it."

She pushed a button.

And the canister opened in a flood of light.

This looked like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Revy was sixteen years old at the time.

Author's Note:

Okay, this is my first Black Lagoon fanfic, doubling as a Code Geass one.

I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this. I've only seen the Black Lagoon anime and am not good with manga. So this will end up being AU, obviously.

Please leave me a review to see more of this story. Otherwise, this is likely to be a one-shot.

Happy thanksgiving.