Hey Everyone! This is my new story The Ghost of Roanapur! I had recently rewatched the show and that about how it would go with my own character, so here it is, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Ghost Makes Her Appearance

Our story starts in the hull of a German ship.

A group of 20 soldiers in their tan military uniforms with a symbol that resembles a Nazi flag on a red background within a white circle, stand themselves in a circle, their guns pointed at a tall young woman with caramel brown skin, shoulder length dark hair that was in a low ponytail, lime green eyes, and a small scar running through her left eyebrow. She was wearing black jeans with a knife holster on each thigh, a sleeveless grey hoodie with brown fur lining the hood and opened to show off the white wife beater she was wearing underneath, white bandages wrapped around her arms, and wheat brown timberlands on her feet.

This young woman was 19 years old Amara Chaisai, and Amara honestly couldn't tell you how she ended up in this situation, standing before the Aryan Socialist Union, aka a gang of neo-Nazis obsessed with elevating the one true race and getting rid of all 'undesirables'.

Well, she did know how she ended up here, she is or was a part of a gang called The Red Death, a group that thought it was all that but were just insects compared to the dogs that truly ran the city. Their leader Martin 'Iron Fist' Cole had heard about a valuable painting known as "The Twelve Knights Led by Brunhilde" that the Union had acquired and wanted it for himself.

He said that if they stole it then they would no longer be a group of small-time drug dealers and debt collectors but a true power in Roanapur. Amara told him that it was a bad idea, that there would be others going after the painting and they wouldn't stand a chance against them. But did anyone ever listen to the only person with a working brain cell...

No...

No, they didn't...

And they all paid for it.

The Red Death were a gang of almost a hundred, and they were taken out a group of a couple dozen racist white men in about 20 minutes. Amara looked down at the large mass of bodies laid on the ground including that of Iron Fist, a large black man with muscles on top of muscles. A man who claimed to be invincible, with nothing able to penetrate his large physique and gaining his moniker because of his ability to shatter a man's skull with his bare hands.

And yet the so-called invincible man looked more like Swiss Cheese with all the bullet holes in his corpse. If it weren't for his hulking figure, you wouldn't be able to identify him given the fact that his face had been shot off.

Despite being the last one standing, despite the death, Amara didn't give a damn that her 'crew' had been slaughtered.

To be fair it's not as if I wanted to be a part of the gang in the first place. The only reason I am was to pay off that bastard's debt and keep myself alive.

"Hey! Not so confident now that your fatass monkey boss is dead, are you!?" One of the soldiers at the front yelled, snapping the woman from her thoughts, and causing most of the others to start laughing.

Amara only sighed, grabbing her hood, and throwing it over her head, reaching down to the holsters on her thighs and pulling out the knives inside them. The knives themselves appeared to be trench knives only instead of being straight the blades were curved, she held them with the blade pointing down at the floor, and with gold knuckle guards that she placed her fingers within.

With her blades now drawn, the young woman held her weapons in front of her face and took up a boxing stance. "Are you inbred cock suckers going to keep standing there looking stupid or are we going fight? Because honestly you fuckers are just wasting my time with all this nonsense."

The room became quiet for a few seconds before it exploded in furious yells and screams. "That's, it lets kill this bitch!" A solider at the very front yelled, he proved her suspicions of being the leader of this small band of soldiers as he yelled "Fire!"

Before they could shoot, Amara threw one of her knives at the ceiling light above, bathing the hull in complete darkness that was only dissipated temporarily by the barrage of gunfire that started immediately after.

"Whoa where did-" SPLAT

"I can't-" SLASH

"Wait no plea-" SWICK

Soon the dark red emergency lights came to life revealing the carnage that had taken place within the self-imposed darkness.

Out of the 20 men that had been there at the start, only 6 were left standing, the other 14 soldiers had not been so lucky.

The remaining men looked around and saw the carved-up bodies of their comrades that had joined the Red Death members on the blood stained floor.

"Wa-Wait where-where did she g-go?!" One of the survivors cried out.

The others noticed that the young woman was no longer standing at the center of the room, she had all but vanished from their sight.

"Do you think she lef-" SLASH

The poor bastard was unable to finish his sentence as Amara jumped out from within the shadows and slit his throat with expert precision. She then turned on her heel throwing the same knife she just used at the next closest man, hitting him right between the eyes and killing him instantly.

Amara rushed towards the remaining four men, throwing her second knife, and repeating what she just did to the previous solider, all without breaking her stride.

Three remained

Amara jumped forward, wrapping legs around the third man's neck, and pulling onto the ground. The second his back hit the floor Amara squeezed her legs, snapping his neck.

Then there were Two

Amara slowly released her legs and stood up, staring the last two men down with a blank and emotionless glare as she calmly stalked towards them.

It seemed that the second man either thought he could take her and win despite what he saw the young woman do to his comrades or he wanted to die fighting, because he let out a savage scream as he charged at her, fists raised as he came closer.

Amara ducked once he swung at her, bringing up her own fist and punching him in the gut. Once he folded in on himself, she brought her other hand to punch him in the face, sending him careening to the ground. While he was laid out Amara took the time to walk over to soldiers four and five, retrieving her knives from their bodies.

"You fucking bitch!" Number two yelled as he jumped to his feet, clutching his stomach as he once again ran at Amara.

A grave mistake on his part...

Amara stood waiting for number two to get closer before she shoved both knives into the center of his stomach and pulled the knives to opposite sides.

This created a large opening in number two's midsection, causing a torrent of blood and organs to spill out. The man gurgled out something, but no one was able understand him as blood pooled in his mouth and he fell backwards, landing in what Amara though was his liver.

And finally, there was One

Amara turned away after number two took his last breath and stared number one directly in his eyes. Unlike number two, number one had no fight in his eyes, no anger over what she did to the others, only pure unabashed fear.

Instead of trying to fight her, number one ran towards the exit.

Amara stood there with the same blank expression she had had from the start and pulled down her hood.

Smart choice.

Amara was going to let him live, not seeing the point in killing him. She just wanted to get off the boat and figure out what to do from there, she didn't want anything else to do with this Aryan Brotherhood.

BANG!

Just as number one went through the door he was instantly shot in the head, his body hitting the floor as blood, skull fragments, and brain matter littered the ground.

Amara gave no reaction to the murder that just occurred except for a single raised eyebrow. Deciding to take the risk, she calmly walked towards the exit. Once she reached the door, she stepped over number one and looked in the direction that the killing shot came from.

This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?

Amara stared at the two figures standing before her. The first was a tall heavily muscled black man, reminding the young woman of Martin only a little less muscular and without the dreadlocks as he was completely bald and had a goatee. He was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, a military flask jacket, and combat boots. He appeared to be in his thirties and was carrying a Remington 870 Marine Magnum in his hands.

The second figure was a mixed-race woman, looking to be of Chinese descent with lightly tanned skin and appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. She had long deep brown hair that formed two large bangs that fell over the sides of her face, amber brown eyes, a large tattoo that traveled from her neck to her upper right arm, and a lean and muscular build. She wore a black tank top that exposed her ripped stomach, incredibly short cut-off jean shorts that were for some reason unbuttoned, combat boots, and fingerless gloves. But the thing that truly drew her in were the two modified Beretta 92F's in her hands.

She thought for a moment about why the guns were drawing her attention and why are all her senses were telling her to run away from these two, especially the woman.

Every part of her being was screaming that she was in the presence of an expert predator, a wild and dangerous creature that would bring about her death the longer she stood there. And that is when it hit her...

Deep brown hair, amber eyes, a large tattoo, scantily dressed...

Two modified guns...

Holy Crap! It's her...

'Two Hands'...

"Who the fuck are you kid? Are you with these skin heads or what?" Two Hands asked, one of her guns now locked on the woman's head as she stared Amara down. There was a coldness in those eyes that caused an involuntarily shiver to run through her.

Wait... kid? Who is she calling kid?! I'm 19! A grown woman!

"I don't think she's with the Union Revy." Dutch said, he very much doubted that a group of neo-Nazis would let a black girl join their ranks.

"Yeah, you're right Dutch but that doesn't mean that Brandy Norwood here isn't here for the painting does it?" Revy spate back, a manic grin had taken over her face itching to pull the trigger so they could move on and kill the last remaining Nazis.

Amara's eyes narrowed, "First of who are you calling Brandy, you slutty Yoko Ono rip-off and secondly I'm not here for the painting."

Revy's face went from manic to furious as she quickly closed the distance between them, both pistols placed on Amara's forehead.

Shit, I should have just kept my mouth shut! I didn't even see her move!

"Now I know you want to die here you little fucker."

Before she could pull the trigger however, Dutch grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back a few inches. "Wait Revy, lets here the kid out."

Revy turned her anger on the large man behind her, "What do you mean hear her out?! She's clearly after the same thing we are!"

"Because I believe she is telling the truth. Besides, I want to know how got here." Dutch then pointed to door Amara came out of, both Lagoon Company members looking in to see the cluster of dead bodies that were scattered throughout the room.

The hallway was filled with a tense silence before Dutch resumed speaking. "I recognize the big guy on the ground based on the clothes. That's Iron Fist the leader of the Red Death Gang, isn't it?"

Amara slowly nodded her head, "My name is Amara Chaisai."

Revy just looked confused, "Who the fuck are you talking about?"

"Iron Fist or Martin Cole is or was the leader of the Red Death. They mostly deal with drugs and debt collection. I'm not surprised you haven't heard of them they used to be the Italian Mafia's lapdogs, going around selling and collecting for 'em. Until he struck out on his own forming his own group, saying he was going to run this city. Although as we can see he didn't accomplish that."

Amara just rolled her eyes, "Yeah he clearly didn't. He wanted the painting but as you can see the second coming of Hitler's B-Team refused to give it."

Revocable moved closer once again, "So you are after the painting." This caused the younger woman to move her head back slowly as Revy' guns were once again placed on her head.

"No, I'm not. I told Martin that going after it would end badly but he wouldn't listen to me and decided to bring rest of his idiots to the grave with him. If you want take painting go ahead and take it I won't stop you. I just want to get off this ship."

Dutch and Revy stared at the young woman, It was hard for her to tell what the large man in front of her was thinking, but she could tell that Revy still wanted to shoot her.

"Revy…" Dutch said wile squeezing the hand that was still on her shoulder.

"Ugh! Fine!" Revy yanked her arm out of Dutch's hold and stared Amara down, "But the second you get in our way Brandy… I'll shoot your black ass down before you even know what's going on."

Amara raised her hands up in defense, "Trust me I won't."

Revy scoffed before stalking off down the hallway. Dutch and Amara just stared at each other for a moment, Dutch giving the young woman a shrug before following his partner. Amara's shoulders fell as a groan escaped from her lips and she begrudgingly started walking in the direction of the other two.

Honestly, what have I gotten myself into?

"Revy. Revy" Dutch had called out once he caught up to his partner, matching her stride was they walked down the hallway. Amara silently walking a few steps behind the two, keeping her distance.

"What" Revy growled.

"You calmed down?"

"… Huh?"

"Whenever you get 'Hitman Fever,' we get a new crew member. You did it when Benny joined. And then when Rock joined up. What did you say?" Unbeknownst to Amara, Dutch had given her a quick look when he spoke of a new crew member

Revy rolled her eyes, "Our motto is 'Live and let live'" she then scoffed before facing Dutch, "Just do your damn job."

Dutch opened the door standing before them, "Right. Otherwise, we cannot make a living."

"I'm gonna check the port side. You all take the ones on the starboard side." And just like that he was gone, leaving the two deadly women alone with each other.

"So should we go ch-"

CRASH!

Amara was cut off when a large figure suddenly burst through a door.

"Still alive girlies?! I really admire your courage! I'm known in the party as Fritz Stanford!" The figure revealed themselves to be a behemoth of a man, he grinned at them with a manic and sadistic smile, showing that one of his unusually sharp teeth was missing.

Despite his sudden appearance neither woman gave him a serious reaction, Amara just crossed her arms and let out a yawn while Revy changed the magazine in one of her guns, both ignoring Fritz as he gave his speech.

"I am the leader of the glorious Nazi party's mobilized forces! I've finally caught you both! I shall avenge my fallen comrades with your blood!" He then pulled out a large gun, releasing the safety as he did so and pointing it right at them.

"Look! This gun is the pride of the party and its called- IRON REICH SPECIAL LUGAR! It's a long artillery Lugar with a strong carbon frame on the base. Allowing for a wide grip and a double column magazine! It'll take down a man no problem. It has the ultimate destructive power of a 454 Casull! My party is the only one in the whole wide world that uses this gun! Are you afraid?! Of course you are! You both must be terrified! Now that you know just how powerful it is DIE!"

BLAM! "Shaddap"

Revy had fired her gun at Fritz, shooting him right in the chest and sending him flying backwards onto a pile of nearby boxes and crates.

Amara just shook her head looking down at the Nazi with amusement, "What was the point of you bursting through that door if you were just going to talk and talk instead of using those muscles of yours? And that whole speech you gave us, talk about an anticlimactic ending."

Revy laughed at the younger woman's comment as she moved towards the fallen solider, "When are you gonna shut your mouth? You sound like a TV evangelist."

Fritz struggled to sit up with his injuries as he glared at the women before him, "Urrgh… y-you coward!"

Revy crouched over Fritz drawing her gun and placing it between his eyes, "Let me give you a pile of advice old man… This thing here is for shooting your target."

A sadistic grin soon over took Revy's face, "Oh well… give my regards to the Fuher."

BLAM!

BEEP! Dutch used his magnum to end the call with Sir Alfred after telling him about his wish for the old man to burn in hell, just as Revy and Amara made their way into Rachmann's office.

"Dutch! Huh? You still haven't finished yet?! Is that old dude the commander?"

"Yeah."

Revy gave her partner a savage grin before releasing the safety from her guns, "Dutch… Wanna make a bet? On Mr. What's his name."

Dutch looked slightly surprised "What's there to bet on Revy?"

"Check it out. Hey old man!" Revy yelled gaining Rachmann's attention.

Revy tossed the man one of her guns, "Take this! Do whatever you want with it!"

Rachmann stared the woman in surprise, even Amara quirked and eyebrow wondering what this bet was going to entail.

Revy just smirked as she turned to Dutch "Okay Dutch. I bet on black you?"

Dutch shook his head "Huh? I am black, no need to do that."

As the two conversed Rachmann lifted the gun and pointed it to the side of his head, at first Amara believed the Nazi would subvert their expectations.

But she was proven wrong when the waste of space jumped to his feet letting out a ferocious yell as he pointed the gun at Dutch and pulled the trigger.

CLACK!

Rachmann looked on in confusion, still pulling the trigger despite no bullet coming from the gun each time he pulled it.

Dutch sighed, "... Guess there really was no need to bet." Revy let out a bark of laughter at the scene in front of her, "That was just cruel Revy."

Amara tilted her head to the side, "I thought he was just going to kill himself, try to gain some sort of honor in death for his failure. But I guess racists or going to be racist to the end."

Revy had to clutch her stomach as her laughter became louder, "Honor in death?! HAHA! Damn kid you're a fucking riot!"

Revy then pulled out her second pistol from its holster, "You know I thought that the commander might surprise us and actually show some balls but I guess I was wrong these guys are all the same pathetic till the end."

Dutch moved closer to Rachmann while pointing his magnum at him, "You're right about that. Let's finish this job."

Both Revy and Dutch stood before Rachman with their weapons drawn, Amara just leaned against the door with her eyes closed waiting until the two were done.

"Fucking A."

BANG!

A few minutes later the 3 killers could be seen standing on the deck of the ship Dutch and Revy sharing a smoke while Amara stood next to them with the painting at their feet.

"I sure got the shivers today." Dutch said, releasing a plume of smoke from his lips. Way too much trouble."

"Shut up..." Was all Revy said, eyes closed not even bothering to look at the man on her left.

"...I won't cause any more trouble."

"You know I think I finally understand what you're so hung up on." Amara raised an eyebrow confused about the conversation going on beside her.

Dutch then proceed to walk a few paces ahead of them while raising a flare gun to the sky, "And I'll tell you right now, whatever's eating you comes from deep down inside."

The flare took off into the sky, exploding in a big ball of light. "Meaning no amount of killing is going to make it disappear."

Amara moved closer to the railing, noticing a small ship in the distance that began moving closer. Must be the rest of their crew.

Revy removed her cigarette, blowing out smoke before calling out to Dutch.

"What?"

"It's Rock. He's on the other side of the tracks, he's not like the people on our side. I don't know why but I just can't stand that feeling. It's not that I don't like him it's just... it's not possible... I just can't... I can't partner... with that guy." Revy made no eye contact with Dutch just staring down at the ground as she spoke, the wind blowing her eyes and covering her eyes.

Amara didn't know who this 'Rock' guy was, but she could somewhat understand Revy based on what she said about him. It could be strange interacting with someone normal in the type of place they live in, someone who was unburdened by the hardships of life, someone who did know what it was like to struggle, to kill, to survive.

Especially if that person took their privileged life for granted and tried to compare it to those found in Roanapur.

Everyone in the "City of Pleasure" had a story, some darker than others, but it was that darkness that made everyone in it who they were.

There was no changing that...

All you could do was accept it and try to move on.

"Hey guys!" Amara moved her eyes from where they had been staring at her reflection in the water towards the sound of the voice. She noticed that the boat she had seen earlier had made its way next to the ship they were on.

She saw that the voice had come from a Japanese man of average height with black hair, fair skin, and brown eyes. He could be described as handsome or good-looking if one were into the whole "dependable businessman" aesthetic. This was further extenuated by his teal necktie, buttoned up dress shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. All and all he looked like an extremely normal person...

So, he must be Rock...

Dutch picked the painting off the ground and climbed onto the boat, Revy and Amara following suit behind him.

"The mission was a success, Rock."

"That's-" Rock stopped talking once he noticed the extra passenger on board. Before him stood a very tall young woman, she was shorter than Dutch but taller than both himself and Revy. Maybe around Benny's height? With green eyes that seemed to glow in the dark, light brown skin, and dark brown hair.

"So-so who a-are you?" Rock was a little unnerved by her presence even though she looked to be a couple of years younger than him, there was something about her that put him on guard. Kind of like when I first met Revy...

Revy snorted at Rock's stammering, "Don't piss yourself Rock, the kid's not gonna bite you."

Amara stepped forward and held out her hand, "My name is Amara. I met Dutch and Revy on the ship and they were kind enough to offer me a ride back to the mainland."

Rock grabbed Amara's hand and shook it, causing Revy to once again snort at the absurdity of the moment.

Amara heard this and turned towards the older woman once she and Rock were done greeting each other, "And I'm not a kid."

Revy smirked seeing the look of annoyance on Amara's face, "Oh yeah? Well how old are you?"

Amara mumbled something under her breath. "Oh, what was that? We couldn't hear you?," Revy's smirk somehow got even wider.

Amara gave a look that the others would describe as a pout, "I'm 19."

Revy looked like the cat who got the cream as she laughed, "19?! HAHAHA! Then you really are a kid, kid!"

"I'm not a kid! It's agreed upon across the world that once a person reaches the age of 18, they are legally considered an adult!"

"Then why does 19 have the word TEEN in it?! Meaning that you're still a TEENAGER! And don't people say that you don't stop growing until you're in your fucking 20s?!"

Amara sputtered as Revy was right, there have been studies that showed that a person doesn't reach physical maturity until at least 17 or 18 years old but that you don't reach mental maturity until at least 25 or 26 years of age!

Once Revy saw that she had stumped the younger girl, her laughter became even more manic as she poked and prated her. "Then there's no denying it, huh KID!"

"What's going on out here?" Everyone turned towards Benny, a tall white man that looked to be in his mid to late 20s or early 30s with long blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail, green eyes, glasses, stubble on his chin, an orangey-reddish and green Hawaiian shirt, and a kind smile. "Who's this?"

"I'm Amara."

"I'm Benny, and I'm guessing you're the kid Revy was just screaming about?" Amara couldn't stop the gut punch she felt when he said that. Do I really look like a kid?! Amara thought, ignoring Revy's bark of laughter and Rock's chuckle in the background.

"So, are you the newest member of the Lagoon Company?" Benny asked once the laughs died down and the ship was lulled into a moment of quiet.

"Newest member?"

"Well, do you want to be?" This time the question was asked by Dutch who had taken a sit the moment they stepped aboard.

"But why? You all barley know me, what makes you think I'm qualified for the job?" She had heard of the Lagoon Company, despite forming only a few years ago they had gained a fast reputation in Roanapur as a delivery company. Anything you wanted picked up, delivered, or found the Lagoon Company would do it, for a price.

Dutch scoffed, "You're kidding right. Revy and I saw what was left of those Aryan fuckers you went against, so you clearly have the skills, and even if you didn't Benny and Rock aren't fighters themselves so that a moot point. And your boss Iron Fist is no longer a part of our world so you're currently crewless. And I think we both know what happens to people who try to survive in this clusterfuck by themselves..."

Dutch paused taking a long drag of his cigarette, "So how about it Amara? Want to join us?"

Amara looked at each member of the group thinking about her decision. Dutch made a lot of good point, and it wasn't as if she had a plan going forward. He's right about people in this city not being able to survive on their own... But can I really put my trust in these guys not to screw me over like the Red Death did?

Amara sighed before staring Dutch right in the eyes, ignoring the fact the ship had just reached Roanapur's harbor, "Alright, I guess I'm the newest member of the Lagoon Company."

Benny and Rock smiled at the confirmation while Revy smirked and Dutch nodded his head, "Well, welcome to the team."

Amara looked up towards the rising sun, a scene that made the city of thieves, crime, and murder look beautiful and smiled to the others.

Well, I guess this is the start of a new chapter...