Disclaimer: I love Black Lagoon. You can't stop me from writing fan fiction about it, cuz I don't own it! Bahaha!
My muse is kicking my ass all over the house. I need a creative outlet for it! For those of you who have seen BL, this will take place during seasons 1 and 2, significantly changing many of the episodes' outcomes. Oh, and it's rated M on FF, but technically it'll be very incredibly much so NC-17 at the very least in the story, and that rating's for explicit violence, gore, etc. I'm not sure if I want to risk adding R-rated scenes for fear of FF wrath, but there will be lemons all round in this story. Plus, I have a good idea for some loli lemons, (that's for you Heretic) and it would work out smoothly and not so grossly either. Remember, lolicon means "child-like", not child. It's perfectly ok if a teenager looks like a kid.
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Black Lagoon:
Brothers
Respect is Earned, not Given
Two figures stood upon their sea vessel as they looked at the city before them. They were on a small 108 foot yacht that was a midnight black color with a pearl white cabin section. It was a world-famous Sunseeker Predator 108 performance motoryacht and one of the top version models. It had twin engines that put out 2000HP and the ship's maximum speed was over 42 knots after some nitrous modifications. It was one of the most elegant and luxurious yachts in the world, and housed what would look like a multi-million dollar home inside. It cost well over $15 million US dollars.
The two figures standing on the front deck were of Japanese descent, and one was tall while the other was slightly shorter. The taller man was 5' 10" and had a handsome youthful heart shaped face, with handsome features. His deep amethyst eyes scanned the city and docks ahead of their yacht. He brushed some of his shoulder length raven hair from his face and let his hand rest on his back. He was wearing an elegant tuxedo that was a clean white all round. However, the dress shirt, vest and jacket had no sleeves, and his sleek, muscular arms were bared to the world, showing off a tattoo of a simple black and white angel with a katana. The angel's single wing was wrapped around her body and the sword, which she clutched to her breasts in a loving embrace. From the high collar of his suit, a black tattoo of a word in Japanese kanji was just seen, and if he took his top off one would see a line of kanji going down his spine, that read Respect is Earned, not Given. Strapped to the man's waist was a double pistol holster that held two gleaming pistols side by side, tips pointing downwards.
These pistols were extremely unique and one of a kind in the real world. They were heavily modified Springfield tuned Colt 1911 .45 auto pistols. They had been enhanced with an extended slid and barrel, which made it a 6" gun. Further added was a compensator barrel weight which added an extra 3" to the guns. The handgrips were custom laid carbon fiber, with a pendent inlaid on each side of a woman. One gun was pure black. The other was a satin silver, almost white. Each had an extended clip that jutted out 3 inches from the handgrip that held 30 rounds of lethal .45ACP bullets. However, these bullets were also custom handloaded rounds, which had a much more powerful mixture of gunpowders inside, which increased the power and velocity of the bullets, almost to elephant-hunting power.
They were named Ebony and Ivory. And they truly were one of a kind in the real world, however they already existed in a video game, one that the man who owned the guns liked very much, Devil May Cry. He was such a stickler for that series.
While the taller man had his lean, athletic look, his companion was a shorter, stocky type, slightly larger in muscle and typically looked like one who would win a fist fight. This man was 5' 7" and had a slight bodybuilder's frame, though not to the extreme. He was dressed in a simpler dress code, consisting of black dress pants, and a deep blue dress shirt with a cotton vest and white tie. He had very short shaved hair, and a 2 inch fringe that he spiked up and backwards, the tips tinted a bright red. He wore a pair of expensive looking sunglasses as he too, watched the land before them.
He had a shoulder holster on, and on his left side hung an Infinity SV 4.3" .45 auto pistol that was dual-toned in satin silver white and black. The pistol had a custom-made laser on its accessory rail, one that was milled out of aluminum to mold into the shape of the gun nicely. This pistol had a regular clip inserted, but with an extended buttplate that stuck out 1cm from the bottom of the handgrip. These special clips could hold another 3 rounds in the clip, making a total of 15 bullets of the same handloaded ones his friend used. If it wasn't for his companion and his unique pistols, this young man could have passed off as a government agent.
""Na, Takato,"" the shorter man asked, ""This the place?""
The taller man, now known as his brother, grinned. ""Hai, ani-san,"" he answered. ""I heard it's quite the place for people such as us.""
The older but shorter brother cocked his head to the side. "Ahh, we need to restock anyways," he said in perfect English. "Food's gettin' stale and we need fuel."
The younger brother, Takato chuckled. "Do you think we could find a gas station that has 1000 liters of fuel, Saito?" he asked.
Saito shrugged. "We can make several stops at several stations," he said. "How are we on money?"
Takato scratched his head. "Decent, probably for a few weeks," he said. "Maybe 20 or 25 thousand American left."
Saito sighed loudly and sprawled back onto the beechwood decks. "Ahh, damn British Navy," he cursed. "Bullets cost too much."
"RPGs too," Takato added. He headed for the cabin. "I'm pulling us into port. Get yourself ready."
Saito cracked an eye open at the beautiful blue skies. "Ahh, more bullets," he moaned. He got up slowly.
Roanapur would have no idea what hit it.
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"Even underground Tokyo wasn't as shitty as this place," Takato commented as he and his older brother walked the streets of Roanapur, his arms behind his head as several gruff-looking men glared at him. "This place is Grade-A, choice cut brother."
"I suppose," Saito answered, keeping an eye out. "So I guess we play the asking game?"
Takato nodded. Grabbing a man who was passing by, he asked, "Hey uncle! Where's the best place to get a drink and news?"
The man gave Takato a dirty look. "Go to the Yellow Flag you cartoon porn lover!" he spat, throwing Takato's arm off and storming away from him.
"Hey uncle, I'm not into that shit!" Takato called over his shoulder. "Should I shoot him?"
Saito shook his head. "Don't start shit," he wisely said. His younger brother by 2 years (Saito was 22, Taka was newly 20) obeyed him respectfully. "Now we need to finid this bar."
"Ooi," a female voice called from in front of them. A very attractive Chinese woman with dyed amber hair, cut off Daisy Duke style jean shorts and a tight black tank grinned at them with a cigarette hanging from her lips. She had dual pistol holsters strapped on her and what looked like two Beretta-made pistols holstered. "You guys looking for the Yellow Flag? Well you're in luck, me and Rock were headin' over there now!"
She pointed at a Japanese man wearing a white dress shirt and green tie, who bowed to them in greeting and smiled. "Hi," he said.
Takato cocked his head at the man. "Oi, ani-san," he said. ""He looks like a white collar business man."
The man, Rock perked up. ""Oh, you're Japanese?"" he asked. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Rokuro Okajima, from Tokyo."
"Saito and Takato Sakamoto," Saito greeted with a bow. "Greetings, brother."
"Well, you heading to the Yellow Flag or what?" the Chinese beauty asked impatiently, stamping her foot. Her breasts and her guns jiggled from the movement.
Rock laughed. "Forgive Revy, she's not the patient type when she wants to get drunk," he said. The two brothers laughed and the group started walking the streets.
"So you two are outsiders eh?" Revy drawled. "Never seen you around here before."
"We've just arrived via yacht," Saito explained. "We heard about this place from our Yakuza friends from Washimine about Roanapur and wanted to check it out ourselves."
"Well I hope you can take care of yourselves, or you'll be sporting extra ass holes by the end of the night," Revy said dubiously, glancing over to Saito as she walked along. "Roanapur's a city of lowlifes."
"Sounds fun," Takato said with a grin. Revy caught a glimpse of his pistols.
"Nice guns," she commented, stepping behind Takato and checking them out. "You know how to use these kid?"
"Like breathing air," was his reply.
They made it to the bar sometime later, and it was starting to get dark. The brothers were introduced to Bao, the Vietnamese bartender who was ex-South Army. The bar was nicely filled for the night, and everyone enjoyed some drinks.
"Ah, I've been waiting all day for this shit!" Revy said joyously as she chugged down a Heineken can. Rock was in a happy mood (no doubt thanks to the fact that Revy was totally focused on the new guys) as he took a swig of his own Heineken.
The brothers were both drinking some hard Crown Royale, using two beer glasses and an entire bottle they bought from Bao.
"Same," Takato said after a shot glass' worth of swig he took from his glass. He didn't look the slightest fazed. "Been at the sea for so long, forgot how the finer shit tastes almost."
"Hey, pretty boy!"
Takato turned around in his stool and raised an eyebrow at a huge hulking man with a blond buzzcut. "Eh? What?" he asked irritably.
"You're in mah stool!" the 7 foot musclehead growled, a Desert Eagle in his left hand. "Get out before I turn you into red powder!"
Taka was unplussed. "Hey, asshat," he muttered, taking another drink. "Fuck off and find a new seat. I'm busy."
"You little shit!" the man roared, drawing the attention of everyone in the bar. He raised his Deagle and fired at Taka.
In a flash, Taka drew Ebony, aimed, and fired at the exact moment the man fired. A bright shower of sparks appeared in the air between the two and all was silent again.
"Holy fuck!" Revy gasped, dropping her beer. "He fucking shot the bullet out of the air!"
Saito took another swig of his Crown before refilling his glass. "Oh no, you've pissed him off now," he announced to another drink. He raised his glass. "To your death, Arnold."
"Fancy trick," the Shwarzenegger impersonator said with a cocky but nervous smile. "Let's see you do that again!"
He emptied the remaining six bullets in his clip at Taka, who calmly drew Ivory and shot three of them instantly, while using Ebony to deflect the other three with ease. Twirling the guns in his finger a-la-Dante, he brought them over his shoulders and stopped the twirl, before straightening his arms and aiming both pistols at the huge man.
"Not bad huh?" Takato asked, enjoying the sweat that rolled down the man's face. "Took me forever to learn how to do that. Now, why should I give you respect when you've shown me none in return?"
He began to walk up to the man, and after a few steps stopped right in front of him. "Hey, listen kid..." the man stammered. "It was just an honest mistake, serious!"
"I know," Taka said reassuringly. Then, in a swirl of his 3/4 suit jacket's tail, he spun around and executed an upper-cut kick, which sent the man flying an impressive 15 feet into the air. FInishing his spin, Takato raised his pistols and fired repeatedly, keeping the man in the air with the powerful impacts of his bullets and slowly sending him over to the front door. A bewildered patron opened the front doors and Taka smirked, just as his guns emptied. The smoking body fell quickly, and he roundhouse kicked it out onto the street. Taka twirled his guns a few times, never stopped as his arms reached round to his back and holstered them in mid spin.
He shut the doors softly and walked briskly back to his stool, picking up his glass. Taking a calming sigh, he drank down the rest of his glass.
"HOLY SHIT, HOW DID YOU DO THAT?" Revy exploded, pushing Rock out of the way as she sat next to Taka. "That was fucking amazing! What kind of guns are those?!"
"I'll show you mind if you show me yours," was his response as he refilled his glass to the top. Revy quickly unholstered her Berettas and placed them on the bartop, and Taka put Ebony and Ivory down as well.
"Very nice," Taka said, picking up a Cutlass and examining it. "Six inch extended barrel and slide, with another inch extra for the barrel, hard chromed and ivory grips with custom engravings."
"Calico Jack, the pirate," Revy said proudly. "They're my Sword Cutlasses."
She held Ivory in her hands reverantly. "Ebony and Ivory," she read. "These guns are incredible! I bet Boss Chang would like to see em. They look really familiar though..."
"Every play video games?" Takato asked. "They're modelled from the guns from that Devil May Cry game."
"Heh, nerd," Revy said, giving Taka his guns back as she holstered her own. "Cool guns little bro."
Rock raised an eyebrow. It appeared that Revy really respected Takato's skills, otherwise she wouldn't have called him anything respectful.
Taka smirked. "Thanks ne-chan," he answered. Suddenly, the front doors slammed open.
"Oy, Revy!"
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Revy frowned at the woman in the doorway, but Rock figured it out. "Eda?!" he spluttered. "From the Church of Violence?"
Saito raised an eyebrow. "Nuns wear clothes like that?" he asked, gesturing with his glass towards Eda's pink tube top showing off impressive DD or at least D cup breasts and miniskirt.
"Hey, have you heard the news?" Eda purred, taking a seat beside Saito and looking over at Revy. "About those Hotel Moscow murders?"
"Yeah, Bao, told us," Revy said. "What's up bitch?"
"Turns out there's a nice bounty for the killers," Eda answered. "Slut," she added. "50,000 and that's American, not our money!"
"$50,000 is too much to ignore," Revy said greedily, rubbing her hands together.
"Anyone care to explain what's going on?" Saito asked. Eda smiled seductively at him.
"A couple of one of the city's big mafia group's men have been killed, and they've put out a hit for the killers," she explained. "50 grand US, and it's open to anyone."
Saito grinned. He looked over to Takato. "Hear that, little brother?" he asked. "50 thousand."
"Hey, I've never seen you two before," Eda said, peering at the two from behind her pink sunglasses.
"We're new to town," Takato explained. "I'm Takato, this is my older brother Saito."
"Pleasure," Eda purred, winking at Saito. He smirked back from behind his glass. "You guys armed?"
Saito showed her his Infinity and Taka twisted around to show off E&I.
"I suppose I can let you two in on this," Eda said. "The mafia are letting all the mercs and freelance killers in to get on this job."
"Got any info?" Revy asked.
Eda nodded. "I got one lead," she said.
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""Well, we've only been here a day, and we've found some crazy shit,"" Takato commented as he lounged on the black leather couch in the second sub-deck level of their yacht. ""Hmm. Killer kids. Sounds messed up.""
""The Balalaika woman must like us,"" Saito commented. ""It's a good thing she didn't kill us on spot for walking into her office. Then again, she had to have respected our skills if we got past all of her men without a single shot.""
Takato grinned. The heavily burned woman had grudgingly respected the brothers' skills. They had earned a little respect from the powerful Russian leader. She had given them information on the killers, twin white children armed with a large machinegun and axe each. A brother and a sister, though they couldn't tell for sure. They were so identical. His grin turned into a frown.
""I'm not sure I can kill children,"" he said worriedly. ""Even psychotic mass murdering ones.""
Saito sighed. ""You have much honor, little brother,"" he said, pressing his hand to his forehead. ""Too much. But I agree with you. Perhaps we can capture the twins and bring them to Balalaika to do as she pleases. I am already going to hell, I don't want to go to the seventh depth for killing children.""
""Nor I, brother, nor I.""
""Ja, iku, nii-san,"" Takato said, sliding a fresh clip into both his pistols. "We'd best hurry if we don't want to be beaten to the chase by Miss Balalaika's army."
"No," Saito said, sending a spinning Infinity into the air and catching it with ease before holstering it expertly. "I'd like to get paid too. This damn yacht is getting expensive."
Takato laughed. "You used our late father's funds to buy it," he reasoned. "It was at least one good thing that came from that beast. Besides, I like having a moving home, it's quaint."
Saito shrugged in agreement. "Let's go little brother."
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