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The Trials And Tribulations Of Revy & Ray	By : krazykiwi16 Category: +. to F > Black Lagoon Views: 3551 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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And Rock's departure will be explained but I'm not going to dump it randomly, it'll reveal itself in later chapters.

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"Shall we go and pick up the bones?" Benny asks Dutch grimly.

"That's a bit too much Benny-Boy" Dutch said through the com link and Benny still has no idea what Dutch is thinking. "Guess my nerves aren't as tough as yours" the computer hacker responded.

"Yeah, I know" Dutch understood what Benny meant and sighs loudly, stubbing out his cigarette into the overfilled ash tray. He starts the engine and they cruise smoothly over to the rippling, indigo water where they could see two figures floating. Both Dutch and Benny let out a breath of relief as the two girls looked unharmed and Dutch kills the engine, and headed out onto the deck, and he leaned over grabbed Rukia, pulling her out of the water easily while Benny struggled to help Revy onto the boat.

"So, they got away with the goods?" Dutch asked stoically, hands in his pockets hiding the relief he was feeling.

"Who the hell were they anyway? Those bald cock-suckers"" Revy growled in rage and Rukia knelt on the deck, shivering as the cold ocean air chills the water on her body.

"Neo-Nazi's" Rukia pipes up quietly and Dutch hums in agreement. "Yep, a sorry bunch of left-over's from the dark ages if you ask me. I don't know where they're from" Dutch says indifferently.

"To hell with this bullshit! You're telling me those fucking skin-heads got one over on us?" Revy snarls, lifting her unemotional eyes to the passive Dutch.

"This is far from over Revy, we took a job and it's not done yet" Dutch said calmly, used to Revy's violent and loud outbursts.

Revy kicked at the torpedo boat, "Let's do this Dutch! Let's turn that Nazi boat into a floating morgue!" Benny noticed that Rukia looked more and more depressed as Revy got angrier. Dutch lit a cigarette, "Agreed, putting all politics aside, it's not good business to leave it at this. The only cure for these idiots playing heroes is some bitter medicine. So let's give it to them"

Rukia quickly washed her hair, eager to get the sea water out and she then headed for the control room with a towel wrapped around her hair to grab some dinner. Rukia let out a depressed sigh as she entered the cabin, Dutch didn't greet her and she grabbed the canned food and turned her back to Dutch, eager to leave the awkward silence.

"What's with that painting?" Dutch said abruptly and Rukia felt obliged to stay in the room and she leaned on the wall, playing with the contents of her canned food. "We know that their psychological stability is different from ours…but coming with that much weaponry and equipment couldn't be done by someone penniless…..the investment is way out of proportion to their objective" he looks back to stare at Rukia, wondering if she had something to say about all this.

Rukia thinks for a moment before asking with curiosity, "How much are you guys getting paid for this job?" and she hopes that Dutch doesn't think she's snooping. "Hmm…you're brighter than you look kid" turning back to look at the boat filled with Neo Nazis. "Oi?" Rukia whispers to herself, feeling incredibly insulted by that remark, her right eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

"We were hired for a lot of money too" Dutch simply states.

"Isn't it kind of a big investment for an artist that is virtually unknown?" Rukia says.

"Well hopefully that mystery is gonna get solved tonight"

"Will it be alright?" Rukia asks, worry in her voice. "Go feed Revy would ya?" Dutch ignores the question completely, Rukia doesn't mind since it wasn't her place to tell these people what to do. "Alright Boss"

"Pizza delivery won't come here, so tell her to give up and eat from the can" Rukia chuckled at this, her mood lifting up slightly and she went up the ladder and found Revy at the front of the boat, sitting on the deck, grey entrails of smoke wafting behind her and disappearing into the harsh wind.

"Revy, here's some dinner. Dutch says to eat" Rukia calls to her back, but there's no answer. I knew it, she is mad at me. "I'll just leave it here" Rukia quickly places it on the floor behind Revy and runs off, heading back inside the cabin and not noticing that Revy had turned round.

Rukia watched the crescent moon disappearing below the horizon in the cabin with Dutch and Benny as Revy got ready for their next task. "The moon is about to sink, and the stars will come out. As that happen we'll raid their ship" Dutch puts out his cigarette in the over flowing ash tray, adding to the mountain of cigarette butts.

"I've kept their ship just at radar range" Benny stated, standing a little behind Dutch's chair. "Good. Revy and I will raid the ship." Turning round and giving both Benny and Rukia a cold smirk. "Unless? Kid, you wanna try shooting some Nazis'?"

"Eh! Ah-Um-Wh-I-"stuttering gibberish as she felt dizzy with confusion, not expecting the sudden proposal. "Calm down, I was joking." Rukia gives him an annoyed glare before patting her chest to calm her racing heart down as Dutch continued speaking, "They got what they wanted, so they ought to be relaxing now".

When it was time Dutch stood on deck, holding his heavy-duty shotgun over his shoulder, "Idiots, keep toasting each other" talking around his slowly burning cigarette. The celebratory music from the other ship floating over to them, "we're going to bang our Tom-toms and raid them like Navajos" Benny and Rukia stood side by side behind him, seeing him off. "Wagner is shit compared to that"

Footsteps came from behind Rukia and she looked back to see Revy, lock and loaded and ready to wreak havoc. "Sorry, but we got one more job partner" Dutch said, not looking back. Revy lifted her dead eyes from her untied boots, and just said "Got it" the night breeze sweeping through her loose, red hair.

"A lead bullet blastfest bargain. I'll search, you'll distract. Start some shit" Again Rukia thought what kinda plan is that?

"Alright, I've got no complaints as long as I can kill who I want and steal what I want" Dutch looked over his shoulder, taking in Revy's behaviour silently. A small boat splashed loudly into the ocean, hanging onto the rope as the waves attacked its light frame. Revy walked between Rukia and Benny, not looking at either of them and Rukia looked down as she walked past. Then, "I'm sorry Revy….they took it from me…even though…hic….he held a gun…and-d….hic" Rukia started sobbing, tears flowing non-stop down her face.

"It's fine…we'll get that painting back" Dutch comforted the girl calmly, understanding quickly that Rukia must have had the painting, but it was taken from her and she went after them not realising it was a death sentence but Revy saved her just in time.

"Bu-t Revy told me to protect it! I failed….and I couldn't even get it back! I should be filled with holes right now!" and she wailed louder, bawling her eyes out.

Revy let out a sigh before turning round and approaching the girl, slinging an arm over her shoulders, practically leaning on the girl as she whispered into her ear, "Like Dutch said, we'll get that painting back. Just sit tight and let big sister here take care of everything" her voice was husky, almost seductive as her warm breath ghosted over Rukia's ear and sent a weird electrical jolt down the younger girl's spine.

"Hmph!…come back safe….you too Dutch" Rukia sniffled; ignoring the fact her cheeks were pink as she causally brought a hand to cover her sensitive ear. Revy pulls away from the girl, ruffling her jet black hair with a snigger. "I'll bring back some souvenirs" and jumps into the boat with Dutch.

Dutch pulls the toggle of the motor engine and the boat speeds along, away from the Black Lagoon, and he smirks at Revy who was staring out at the sea. "You seem happy. Something happen with the kid?" he asks with humour. "Nothing happened" Revy answers quickly, keeping her eyes fixed on the sea.

Aboard the Neo-Nazi's vessel, amongst the loud music and drunken cheers, a lone Nazi soldier was walking drunkenly down a corridor, a bottle in hand when he noticed a grapple rope was caught onto the railing of the ship. He stared at it for a few moments before looking over, and his eyes widened when he saw a small, dingy at the end of the rope.

"Hey! I think we got tr-!" An ivory white gun bumped into his head, and a dark, sinister whisper came from behind, "And just like that, the first little piggy met its end. Oink, oink, oink"

Even from sitting in the cabin, Rukia and Benny could hear two distinct shots being fired, "It's started" Benny stated simply, looking through his binoculars as Rukia chewed the end of her cigarette restlessly. Damnit! Now I feel like going with them, just to see if they're okay.

Revy stared down at the first dead body, the man's blood splattered all over the railing wall, and she walked away as Dutch stood behind her, cocking his shot-gun. "I'm making my way to the upper decks from the bow" Revy remained silent, walking off and holding up two guns. "I need you to turn this place into a clusterfuck, okay?"

"Yeah" she replied quietly, as she headed for stairs, Dutch watched her go as she walked quietly down some stairs to the lower levels. "You don't need to ask me twice. I'll eat till I get my fill. These guys made a real, big fucking mistake when they stole what's ours" Soon enough, frighteningly loud gunshots rang throughout the vessel, and the corridors and rooms were soon filled with lifeless bodies, blood flowing from their wounds and pooling onto the floor.

Revy was ruthless and uncaring, a machine that couldn't be stopped as man after man came after her but they all dropped to the ground one after another as bullets tore through their flesh, making it so that they never woke up. She sauntered through the floor of bodies, leaving a trail of red footprints behind her as she carried on through the dark corridors, methodically checking every room that she past, and destroying every living thing as empty gold shells clattered at her feet, alongside an empty silver, magazine.

"They're still at it" Benny said with resentment in his voice, and Rukia glanced at him, noticing something for the first time. "You seem different from those two….and well I guess the people around here…no offense" Benny simply smiled, not offended at all, "I'm from a college in Florida, I was fooling around and managed to piss off the Mafia and the FBI at the same time. Just when I was cornered by fedora wearing gangsters and a bunch of suited up government officials, Revy saved me and I was brought here, the one place where the law doesn't reach"

"Hmm? The law doesn't reach here huh?" Rukia chimed to herself, leaning a head in her hand, and she smirked at the thought of how her parents would react if they ever came to such a place. "You know, I really don't fit here. When the two of you were being shot at, I noticed Dutch was incredibly calm. And I envy him for that but I'm just not someone who can pull a gun and shoot people…"

"Hence why you watch the fort" Rukia finished for him. "Yep" Benny answered sheepishly, he was glad Rukia was here, he missed just simply talking to another normal, sane person who wasn't a trigger loving criminal. After Rock's sudden resignation, Lagoon Company was on the verge of ending since everyone was in a depressed state as they had lost 'the heart of the group' and there was no explanation why. Rock wouldn't reply to their calls nor talk to them if they bumped into him in the streets, the last words he told them was thank you and he walked out of the door and into Ms Balalaïka's car.

Rukia was also in deep thoughts, If I do live here, I don't want to kill anyone, but….I don't think I could sit on the fence and watch the fort…"Not all the time anyway" accidently speaking her thoughts aloud. "What's that?" Benny asked, tearing away from his own thoughts. "Nothing-nothing at all" she answered quickly, mentally hitting herself, Rukia you baka!

Revy continued her massacre, shooting in all directions as men came from either side of her and she shot them down with inhuman precision and skill. Smoke curling from the barrel of her guns from the constant firing of high velocity bullets. The bald man that stole the painting from Rukia was hiding round the corner, following her before running quickly into the armoury, searching through a box when he finds a massive machine gun. He places the belt of bullets into it but in his rushed panic it gets jammed, as he tries to fix it he feels a spine chilling, bloodthirsty presence behind him. His eyes glance back at the figure standing in the doorway and he throws away the machine gun and reaches for the grenade in the box. Though as he pulls the pin, Revy fires twice and walks away calmly, ignoring the loud explosion in the small room as an outburst of white cloud blows from the room.

Dutch too was killing Neo-Nazis' and he played it cool, smirking around his cigarette as he pointed the barrel of his shout gun at a new group of soldiers, "Yo" he calls out to them with composure.

"Shoot him!" a man cries out, however before any them could do anything, exploding shot gun bullets mow them down in an instant as Dutch holds his gun sideways, cocking the gun after each shot. His victims were slung over the floor like crumpled roses, smoke clouding the small confides of the corridor as the echo of his loud, mighty shot gun reverberated off the walls, "What a joke. They've got uniforms but that's about it" cocking his gun once more and he continued walking, coming upon another room with soldiers hiding behind a turned over table.

"So is this where the boss is hiding?" Dutch asked. One of the hiding soldiers cried out in distress, "You-you won't find the commander here! He's on an upper level, I swear it's the truth!" a frantic bullet shot from the table, hitting the door frame beside Dutch's head.

"Well thanks a lot, that's very kind of you" and Dutch shot at the wood table and it disintegrated into fine dust, killing all behind it. Dutch touched his earpiece, opening communications "Revy? You hear me?" A couple of moments went by. "Revy? Revy, where are you? Damnit that bitch!" He swore angrily, turning and strode through the corpse filled corridor, meanwhile Rukia and Benny who also heard the radio link looked at each other, worried looks on their faces. "Revy that baka! What is she doing?" Rukia grumbled under her breath, closing her eyes in worry as she waited in the cabin.

Revy kicked down the doors of the control room, startling the crew inside and they all held their hands in the air, one man stepped forward, "Wait! Please don't shoot! All the sailors here are hired outsiders; we're not with these guys!" Revy punched him, and he fell to the ground, blood trickling down his cheek"

"So what? Please don't kill me?" Unaffiliated and non-resistant mean nothing to me" Revy whispered, her eyes filled with hostility and she shot the man in the knee cap, and dug her gun into the quivering sailor's cheek, "you're all insured, it shouldn't matter right? Oink, oink, oink" Revy applies more pressure to the trigger, about to shoot the man when another gun barrel pushes her gun away. "Revy, what the hell are you thinking?" Dutch towers over her.

Dutch drags the younger woman out, pushing her angrily against the controller room's outer walls. "What the hell's your problem?" as he glares down at her behind his sunglasses. "I was just doing my job Dutchy. Blood baths are what we do best. Isn't that right?" she stated coolly, her expression haughty.

"A gun-man is a professional. A shooter is someone who kills cuz they got issues. I do not remember hiring Charles fucking Whitman. If you want, you can go wild and lose your shit, but if you fuck this up here and now, I die too. Just keep it cool Revy. If that's too much for you, climb a fucking clock tower and start shooting up college kids" Dutch growled.

Revy clicked her tongue in annoyance, and her eyes narrowed in anger as her hand twitched towards her gun. "Spare me the bullshit Dutch!" she spat. "What do you expect Two-Hands? I'm your employer after all" Dutch grabbed his own gun as Revy pulled hers out of her arm holster. They watched each other, and Revy pulled the safety back on her own gun, Dutch did the same and they simultaneously pointed their guns at each other, and there's a long pause before they turn their guns in opposite direction, firing at the Neo-Nazi's that had crept up on them.

"I actually thought you were going to kill me" Revy lets out a dark chuckle, looking up at Dutch who smirked slightly, putting away his gun, "Me too partner". Revy closed her eyes, "Trust, my ass" bringing a hand to scratch her head. Dutch glanced at the maroon haired woman, "you couldn't even take a joke. That's too bad"

"So, why don't you tell me what's next on the agenda Big Boss Man?" Dutch looked out into the open sea, "The commander, we're gonna find him"

Dutch and Revy walked down a deserted corridor "Revy, have you cooled off yet?" Revy sighed, "what do you mean?" and Dutch continued, "Are you punishing these guys for making the kid cry? That's not like you Revy"

Revy was quiet for a moment before she answered, "Not digging too deep is our style isn't it? I'll finish the job perfectly" Dutch chuckled silently, walking in the opposite direction to the red head, "Of course you will, or you wouldn't be able to support your way of life. I'm gonna check this area, we'll finish talking later" and he closed the door on Revy's long-suffering sigh when her eyes sharpened when a door splintered open and a very tall soldier appeared before Revy.

"So you're still alive little girl?" the man's fingers twitching as Revy made great effort to face him, "I compliment you on your audaciousness" and he balled his hand into a fist and stepped towards the girl. "My name is Fritz Stanford" he said in a booming, loud voice. "I am the acting captain of the glorious Aryan Socialist Union and you are the nefarious grave robber"

Revy looked uninterested and bored, "This is a fated confrontation" and he pulled out a gun, "for the sake of those who died for the Union you will atone with your blood" Revy simply released her empty magazine. "Behold! This is the gun I wield. I call it the Eiserne Reich Luger Special" and he goes on to rant about his gun as Revy slides in a new magazine full of bullets. The giant aims his beloved gun at Revy's head, "I'm the only one who can wield this terrible gun" and he cackles madly, "Are you afraid? You must be! I will show you the power of my gun-" BANG!

Revy shot him quick and fast, her patience probably ran thin and he never saw it coming from the 'the little girl"

"Shut the fuck up! Couldn't you see I wasn't even listening! I mean were you trying to sell me the damn gun or what?" The man tried to get up, a bleeding flesh wound on the left side of his chest, "Coward" but Revy slammed a boot onto his chest, forcing him back to the ground and she crouched down in front of him, pointing her gun at his forehead. "Now it's my turn to talk. Let me give you some advice, if you can hit your target then any gun can pretty much do the trick. Now that's one to grow on. Say hi to the Fuhrer for me, would ya?" her voice filled with amusement, her mood definitely lightening up from before. Her single gunshot echoed loudly throughout the boat.

Dutch walked into the commander's quarters and saw him snivelling and backing away from the door with a phone in his hands. "Yo Nazi, I've come to get you" he said with a malicious grin, his shotgun slung over his shoulder, "were you on the phone? Well after all we've been through I don't think I'll apologise for the rudeness. Don't mind me, I'll wait here and let you finish up"

Dutch heard a voice talking from the phone and the commander reluctantly handed the phone to him, "it's for you". Dutch doesn't take it, instead he taps the loudspeaker with his shot gun barrel. "You the Boss? Your subordinates were a real waste of good uniforms"

"I'm sorry for the pathetic display" answers the voice on the other end of the line. Dutch continues speaking, " Now, I've got two questions for you".

"Oh? About what the painting really is?"

"Let's start with that…apparently there's another artist thought to be responsible for this painting." Dutch ignored the whimpering commander next to him. The unknown speaker sounded pleased as he replied, "I commend you on your research, a little known artist from Austria, good old Adolf Hitler himself, or that's how the rumour has it anyway"

"T-The Fuhrer's?" the commander shouted in surprise, his eyes widening. "Don't rush to conclusions old man" Dutch said sarcastically. The speaker continued the conversation, "the Fuhrer as an artist at best could only paint mediocre scenic pieces. But that theory brings back memories. On the day he left for Batavia, the SS officer carrying that painting was also under the impression it was the Fuhrer's work"

"I see, so what you want isn't the painting, but something else inside of it…and this is just a wild guess but, I'd be willing to bet you know the phone number to our office pretty well, don't you old man?" The answer came back emotionlessly, "indeed I own the company from Madrid that asked for this salvage job. I was also the one who wished for the two of you to confront one another" The commander stood up indigently, "What?!"

"You have quite the insight, Jungle Bunny" the voice from the phone said degradedly.

"Don't be rude white man, I might get upset and throw the painting back into the ocean" Dutch said as the commander's face turned red from outrage. The voice over the phone sighed, "That's fine. I simply wanted to get it back because it was discovered, I have other sources of capital and we're quite a financial success at this time, but what about the loss of reputation for yourself? The old man added slyly.

Dutch sat atop the commander's pure oak desk, "I don't like it but I can't argue with you there" exhaling loudly. The voice chuckled, "very wise. It's a shame you're black"

"Thanks. I'll let you get back to your conversation" Dutch nudged the phone towards the commander with his shot-gun. "There's no need for that, he has already fulfilled his role" the voice stated uncaring, as if he was talking about trash. The commander snapped, flinging things off his desk, including the picture and phone onto the floor. "You bastard! First you set me up and then you betray me!?"

The voice was cold and indifferent, "Quiet down youngster. You were the one who chose death you had the same rights as the black man. You should have known better then try to enter our society with your level of ability" The commander sunk into his chair and began sobbing at his harsh words.

"Now black man, that was a splendid job. If you were Aryan I would have sent you an Iron Cross" Dutch turns his nose up in disgust, looking away from the phone and firmly replies, "I wouldn't want it. All I want is the money, you old Nazi fuck!" The voice amusedly replied, "Honestly is wonderful. Hypocrisy rots this world. I wish people like you could be wiped off the planet".

"Thank you kindly. I hope you go to hell" and he smashed the phone into pieces with the butt of his shotgun when Revy knocked on the commander's door, leaning on it coolly, "Aren't you done yet? Is that the commander?"

Dutch nodded as Revy walked into the room, "Yeah", and her eyes twinkled mischievously "Wanna make a bet Dutch?" Revy asked amused "you know the one". Dutch looks weary. "It's not really much of a bet Revy"

"Just do it" and Revy throws one of her guns to the commander, "Here you go Old Man knock yourself out". The betrayed Neo-Nazi stared at it, before chokingly taking it into his hands. "I say black" Revy said, leaning against the door. Dutch stood beside her, "I already told you, it's not that much of a game. I say black too" and she simply hummed in amusement, watching the commander.

The commander held the fire arm to his head, sweat leaking from his before he started yelling in anguish and aimed the gun at Dutch, pulling the trigger. "See, told you so. It's not much that much of bet" Dutch said, ignoring the empty clicks as the commander tried to pull the trigger again and again. Yes it was very sick game.

Revy gave a disappointed chuckled, "I thought he might have shown some 're all the same, pathetic until the end. " Revy got out the twin of her gun and pointed it at the whimpering commander.

"No kidding. Let's finish this job" Both Revy and Dutch approached the commander, each holding out a gun, aiming it at him with darkened expression. "Got it" and they both pulled the trigger at the same time.

Outside Dutch and Revy lit a cigarette each, the cool ocean breeze blowing through them, "I sure got the shivers today. Way too much trouble" Dutch said leaning his head back.

"Shut up" Revy said, seeing right past his opening and knowing what was coming "I won't cause you anymore trouble". Dutch pushed away from the wall and shot a flare high into the sky. "Seems like there's something you want. Tell me what's on your mind"

"Dutch?"

"What is it?" he asked, turning back to look at her.

"It's the kid" Revy lifted her hand to her mouth, toying with her cigarette as her eyes turned away. "She's…on our side of the track…kinda"

"Really? Sorry I didn't really get the whole smoke, blood and mud from the gutter smell from her" Revy growls in frustration not quite sure what she wants to say "she smells of smoke" she said quietly.

"That's from our smokes" Dutch countered.

"Shut up! I know, it's just…she reminds me of Rock" Rukia stomped her cigarette vehemently beneath her foot.

Dutch lets out another sigh, and looks at the sea and sees the Black Lagoon approaching them and they could see Rukia on deck, with a dimpled smile on her face and waving both her arms high and wide.

"Well…I wouldn't mind seeing that weird thing everyday" he said with a smirk that revealed all his white teeth.

"Fuckin A" Rukia agreed in irritation but there was no mistaking that there was a small smile on her face.
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