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🕑 Added 2023-10-09 14:49:56 +0000 UTCTitle: It’s Begun
Satanam Street, Roanapur.
The Bougainvillea Trade Company owns a headquarters around the corner of the street, housing many Russians for various tasks to front their accurate job as running Hotel Moscow’s Thai Branch led by Balalaika. Alongside the Triad, Mafia, and other international gangs, Roanapur fronts for a variety of convenient activities for the Crime Syndicates to earn a considerable sum, leading such leaders to adopt the motto—Live and Let Live, Until Shit Hits The Fan. Of course, the shrewder Bosses also understand the value of the ‘working class’ professionals who are more than willing to put their necks on the lines to perform exemplary jobs for a fat price.
Dutch stands out amongst such groups. Dutch’s track record puts him in the eyes of many, and the top rings of the City let him and his company perform their job in peace until he falls directly in opposition with another gang. A recent example will be the little skirmish amongst the High Table. The council consists of many Crime Syndicates willing to overlook Dutch’s involvement. In their world, value often overshadows minor inconveniences.
“And as I said before,” Balalaika glances at Dutch and Ray in her office as the smoke of her cigar spreads through the brown sofas and thinly varnished wooden furniture. “Hotel Moscow is part of the Russian Syndicate with a great sway at the table. It wasn’t the High Table, Dutch. Or are you still not believing me?”
The woman looks as prepared as ever, even in the middle of the night, as she narrows her eyes and smirks. “You know how I work, baby. Using a missile feels so distasteful when I can have my enemies executed under my feet. When I make a move, you’ll know. It’s in those times that a typhoon hits this city.”
She inhales a breath from her cigar, glancing at Ray with stony blue eyes. “Besides, looking at you makes me wonder if that boy actually died. Speak to me, girl. You know how strong he is, don’t you? Would a missile take him out? A freak who bends metal pipes as a rope.”
Ray keeps quiet, sending another message.
[Smexy-succu-succu: Did you enter your space or not? Please don’t tell me you stuck your neck out for Revy!]
As much as Ray likes Revy, she hopes he didn’t do it. But since her messages are going through and she didn’t receive explicit notification of his death, Nik is alive, even if not kicking.
“He will be fine,” Ray levels her gaze with Balalaika. “And your job is complete, so there isn’t any issue.”
“But I have the stranger with a missile to thank. You said you left the area because Benny detected a chopper. Do you know the model and make?” Balalaika leans forward with interest.
“We were hoping you would help us find it,” Ray replies.
“Why would I waste my time? The man I wanted dead is dead. Give me one good reason I should help you two search for Revy and the boy. Dutch, I repaid the debt I owed when I got the High Table off your black ass. So? What else?”
Ray frowns a little while Dutch crosses his arms with a contemplative look. “I get what you’re saying. But consider me owing you a debt this time. I won’t find someone like Revy in a short time, and it’s bad for business.”
Balalaika smiles pleasantly. “So, if I help you find someone like her, you’ll owe me a favor? How generous. Dutch, Ray, do me a favor and look at each other.”
The duo frowns before glancing at each other.
“See? Dutch, let me introduce you to your new partner until Revy or someone else shows up—Ray. Ray, since you’re used to being around hunks, Dutch will do until the boy shows up or someone better. Now,” her smile thickens. “It’s about time you two assholes stop waking me in the middle of the night and get the fuck out of my building. Ponyal?” She dismisses them with a wave of her hand before sipping from her glass and staring at the undisturbed whiskey.
‘Who was it?’ she narrows her eyes. ‘It smells like a rat. Only Black Lagoon, Hotel Moscow, and the Employer knew the details. There aren’t any rats here for now. So, it must be on the other end.’ She sighs. ‘And I quite liked Revy—can’t say the same thing about that boy… Nik.’
“Kapitan?” Boris walks into the office. “You’re planning to stay awake?”
“Da, Sergeant,” she leans on her chair. “Get me the handler on Poniska’s case.”
---
“Hngh,” she groans, feeling her body ache and sore as her hands push against something hard. The annoying caws of seagulls and the crashing waves didn’t make her sleep any better.
Sleep?
What about the job?
Wait. Nik and her infiltrated the ship before finding the right door and—
Her eyes snap open as she tries to push herself off the ‘ground’ before glancing at the man she was lying atop as her eyes widen in surprise. Half of his face possesses burn scars, still mangled and bloody, that stretch down to his pulverized body. His right half is layered with burns as she sees the mangled skin twisting around his shoulder and probably ruining his back entirely!
She remembers now.
Nik hurriedly rushed out of the room, tackling and overpowering her to jump out of the ship. She expected the worst, but the sudden blast surpassed her expectations, rattling her body enough to knock her out. It would have done a lot more if not for this monster covering for her. She glances around at the small piece of land they washed over to. It’s not more than seven meters in radius with some foliage. There are no animals and only a few seagulls circling them.
“Heh!” She scoffs before tossing her head back. “Hehahahahahaha!”
What the hell?
Did he save her?
Is he truly a dumb pussy?
She glares dagger at the half-broken man before coiling her fingers around his throat as her fingers feel the texture of his mangled, squishy neck.
“I’m just easing your pain, you bastard! No hard feelings!” She grins. Oh, it feels so sweet! She squeezes tighter as she hears a choked, labored breath exhale from his being. Blood and gore smear her hand as her gaze bears into his unconscious face.
It feels so—salty.
It’s just the sea and wind, she reasons as her hand loses its strength. She’s just hungry. That’s all.
She retrieves her hand while leveling a glare on him and his torn clothes.
“That was bulletproof, right? That’s a shame.” A bulletproof vest, or in this scenario, surprisingly ‘clothing,’ shouldn’t falter under heat and flames. But it’s not widely known to withstand a missile’s impact. It’s already a miracle they survived.
“It’s going to get infected. You’ll be no good to anyone then.” She tears off every bit of clothing on Nik’s body before turning him over and cringing at his mangled back and ass. At least his crack didn’t melt shut. He should count his lucky star, she muses internally. The bits of his torn clothing could only do so much as she turned him over, sighing at his lower half.
“Oh, well. Living like this should be its own punishment,” Revy huffs before removing her tank top. The wind on her free breasts feels oddly refreshing as she tears her tank top from the side to straighten the curve and cover a larger area. But the fucker was simply too large!
“You better not make some dumb joke about it,” she scoffs, peeling her shorts down and covering his crotch before pressing on it. “Great. I’ll have to take some things back when it gets cold. And where the hell are we?”
She starts taking stock of her surroundings. “Doesn’t look like we could wash near the Philippines. China is too far away, too. Hopefully, we’re still near Thailand and the crash site. And what the hell was that missile?! It came out of nowhere!”
“And I have no gun,” she glances at Nik again, feeling her urge to choke the life out of him reignite before the crashing waves dampen it. “Whatever. The fucker didn’t have to save me! Nobody asked for it!” She grumbles. Yet she soon notes there isn’t anyone to hear her.
“Although, it sure was fun. I'll enjoy pumping Nik’s head with lead once he recovers. Let’s see. What should I call him? Crispy Fucker? No, it sounds like a weird sex title. The Overcooked Assassin? Charred Pussy. Hmm, that sounds better. Melted Ass?”
She shakes her head before standing up. “Crap. I need to pee.” She glances at Nik before smirking smugly. “Could I?” She stands right atop his face before working her jaw. “Nah, I don’t know what might spread an infection. Maybe later.”
She skips away only in her panties, boots, and belt to take care of her business, only to find the spot bereft of Nik when she returns.
She stares at the empty spot for a while before looking around and frowning. “I don’t think there are crocs around here. Did something else drag Nik away?”
---
Ignit rests her body near the dragon spring with a satisfied expression. She stares at the egg resting in the pond with eerie notions.
A junior. Ignit sorely wants a subordinate to bully- ehm, to teach and raise! She has no vile notions, for she is a noble dragon—
A high-pitched draconic shriek rustles the forest as a burnt asshole—oh, it’s her master!
“H-Hey. Can you get Yue and Katara. I can barely stay awake.”
Who knew getting choked out would work wonders for him.
---
“Ugh,” Revy wakes with a groan and her torn tank top atop her body as a blanket. But it feels too warm, and it even covers her legs. The sand on her back feels as comfy as a mattress, and the pillow beneath her head just takes the cake—
“What the fuck?” She jumps out from the blanket as her tank top falls down, leaving her only in her slightly bloodied shorts. She glances at the mattress before sniffing and staring in the barbeque’s direction. There, she finds Nik grilling beef with not a blemish on his skin except the right half of his face’s facial hair wiped away smoothly.
“Oh,” He glances at her. “You finally woke up.”
“Is that a motherfucking grill you pulled out of your ass?!”
“I salvaged it.”
“What about the gas and the burner?”
“I got lucky.”
“You’re healed!”
“And you’re half naked.”
Revy glances at her tits before staring at his face, shouting, “YOU ARE HEALED!”
He thins his lips before shrugging. “Hungry?”
Revy’s stomach answers for her with a rumble.
She frowns as Nik tosses a shirt her way. Again, how did he find all this? The shirt is too dry to be salvaged from the sea. And how did he appear out of thin air? The natural aroma of his meat drowns all the questions in her mind as she doesn’t even question why Nik has plates and silverware for them to eat from.
She sits after wearing his shirt and waits for the food to descend on her plate.
But she can ask a few things troubling her in the meantime.
“Why did you save me?” Revy glances at him, noting the rather unimpressed look in his eyes. “I wish I could save everyone from that ship.”
“But why did you save me?”
“You sound like someone who doesn’t want to be saved,” Nik smiles, flipping the meat. “So? Why didn’t you kill me?”
“You were awake?”
Nik nods. “I was too tired and in pain to speak or move. I only woke up while you were choking me. So? What stopped you?”
“You heard me,” She scoffs. “I wanted you to live with a burnt junk and mangled ass.”
“And I saved you because I felt like it. I really don’t have that many issues to come up with weird excuses.”
She snorts under her breath before growing silent.
“How much did you hear?”
“Down to the most embarrassing bits.”
“Ugh!” An unnatural flush curtains her wheaty complexion as she glances away, “You’re a real asshole for that.”
*Thp*
Nik tosses something in her direction. She catches it instinctively and rejoices at how easily it fits her hand. Her pistol!
“It’s loaded,” Nik offers.
“Great!” She grins, pointing the gun at his face. “Say your last words.”
She waits a while before groaning at the silence while pointing the gun away. “Does a gun really not terrify you?”
“Not more than the thought of my fiancees cursing me to death, which they did not long ago.” He slightly shudders while recalling their expressions. He never thought the mothers could make such a face. No wonder their children fear them.
“You have… fiancees? What are you? A professional fucker?”
Nik serves the meat to the woman with a smile. “Nah. I WAS a professional fucker. Right now, I’m trying to make it as a ‘Non-Fatal’ Assassin, but it’s not off to a very good start.”
“I’ll bet,” Revy smirks, digging into her food.
They grow silent again until Revy questions, “Would you save me if you knew you’d get totaled?”
“What is this? A game where others ask—‘Would you love me if I were a worm?’” Nik snorts in amusement.
Ray bites into beef, shaking her head. “Nah. I’m just wondering if you would do it again despite knowing about the burns and the risk of dying at my hands.”
Nik puts a piece on his plate before killing the heat and sitting not far from Revy. One plate alone is far from enough, but he’s been eating for a long time as Revy slept.
“I don’t know. It’s all about the situation,” Nik snickers.
“You survived a missile. It was a small one, sure. But you and that little bitch aren’t normal, right?”
“We are where we come from,” Nik tilts his head. “You could say we’re the runt of the litter.”
Revy snorts a chuckle at that. “Tell me about it. We’re all ‘runts’ compared to the Big Bosses in Roanapur, much less the rest of the world.” She glances at him. “Nik, tell me. You don’t like to kill. What the fuck are you doing in Roanapur? That Non-Fatal bullshit is a complete bust.”
Nik grows silent as he questions, “By that, do you mean what a person like me is doing in a world of murder and corruption? I suppose it’s nostalgia at play here. But murders don’t affect me. Since I don’t like the thought of it occurring in front of me, I’ll keep butting it in.”
“Unless you want to kill someone,” Revy catches on. “That’s fucking selfish.”
“Right?” Nik presents a quirky grin. “But I have the strength to be selfish.”
“Not against a missile.”
“You held me back. I could easily take care of a missile.”
“Nobody asked you to save me, jackass!”
“What are you going to do? Piss on me?” He scoffs.
“Maybe I will,” she snarks. “Tell me when you meet your stupid fiancees, and I’ll piss on your face. Be sure to parade that face with your lovers.”
“That’s heavy kink. I’m not into it,” Nik shakes his head, huffing.
“Where do they even live?” Revy frowns. “You’d be a shitty lover if you bring someone into Roanapur.”
“Why would I tell you anything about them?” He sneers. “They’re not fond of this lifestyle.”
She grows quiet and focuses on her food while Nik takes the hind and returns to the chat. He received a notification a few breaths after Revy woke up.
[Smexy-succu-succu: Did you enter your space or not? Please don’t tell me you stuck your neck out for Revy!]
[Nut-Cracking-Messiah: I did.]
[Smexy-succu-succu: Thank God you’re alive!]
[Nut-Cracking-Messiah: I got injured and lost my vest. But I’m all healed now. I don’t know where we are, so you’ll have to find us. It’s a small island. Tiny, even.]
[Smexy-succu-succu: Can’t you use your weird skill to get Revy’s ‘pledge’ and fly until you find the mainland?]
Nik glances at Ray, who turns up to look at him with a raised brow until he avoids her gaze and replies.
[Nut-Cracking-Messiah: No.]
[Smexy-succu-succu: Huff! Fine!]
“I hope you can keep making things appear out of your ass,” Revy finishes her meal. “Because I don’t know where we are and if others will find us.”
Nik nods, “Someone has to have a magical ass, and it can’t be the gal with a stick up hers.”
“Wanna go at it?” She grins, pointing her gun at him.
“Or you could teach me how to shoot,” Nik shrugs.
“You don’t know how to shoot?” She blinks as he shakes his head. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” She stands and cracks her neck. “Sure. I got nothing better to do.”
---
The most challenging thing about guns is learning their varieties. Everything else? Nik quickly learned how to wield Revy’s pistols despite his aim needing work and the fact they ran out of bullets. But that’s fine. Revy only wanted to teach to pass the time, and as the afternoon sun rose, she collapsed on the ground with an exhausted look as the heat got to her, prompting her to—
“Where’s the ship you’ve been hiding?” Revy questions as she strips her shirt and bends to drag her shorts down. “Can you get me a swimsuit?”
“There’s no ship. If we had one, we wouldn’t be staying on this land,” Nik glances at her as she turns to face him with a frown. “Do you think I’m crazy? How do we have a barbeque grill? Just signal whoever they are. It was fun staying here for a while, but it’s getting hot, and I need a shower to cool off.”
“Jump in the sea,” Nik closes his eyes as he rests on the sand, chatting with Ray.
[Nut-Cracking-Messiah: Do you have any way to get us? Perhaps that magical compass? Or do I have to find a way to get Revy on board with airbending? I could knock her out, but I don’t know if I’ll hold out till we reach land. I have no map, and the cell phone was destroyed.]
[Smexy-succu-succu: It doesn’t work the way you think it does. I can manage something. But stay put if possible. Things got weird here after Dutch and I met Balalaika. Remember how she was sure about getting the High Table off our case? I believe her. But I think someone still attacked us. Someone like you who wouldn’t give a shit about this world’s authority.]
[Nut-Cracking-Messiah: I see. It’s possible. Sure, I can stay put for now. Will you be alright?]
[Smexy-succu-succu: I will. I’m also laying the groundwork in the city. I’m starting to think the Non-Fatal assassination was a terrible idea. Maybe we can find ‘normal’ work and not kill. Say, courier?]
[Nut-Cracking Messiah: Black Lagoon?]
[Smexy-succu-succu: Yeah. We can still act as ‘Dundies’—if given the chance. But I’m starting to see how favored Black Lagoon is in Roanapur. Did you know they stole precious French artifacts for the British Government?]
[Nut-Cracking-Messiah: I would care if I understood the significance of the act. All the best, and get us quickly. I’ll try to hold out in entering my personal space. Who knows if someone is watching me and waiting for me to enter my Personal Space to set traps outside.]
[Smexy-succu-succu: Stay safe. I don’t wanna lose a partner who can tell Balalaika to go fuck herself.]
[Nut-Cracking-Messiah: Feeling’s mutual. I don’t want to lose a partner who secretly wishes Balailaka to peg her. No judgments here.]
[Smexy-succu-succu: You fucking—]
Nik closes the module with a smirk before opening his eyes and finding Revy floating in the water not far from the small beach. ‘Well, someone’s having fun.’ He closes his eyes again, focusing on his recovery. His recovery speed is a few times better than regular humans. He would have survived his injuries in time, but healing through waterbending and Yue’s energybending saved him a lot of time. If it wasn’t for them, Nik would consider using his [Flames of Nirvana.] It would cost his lifeforce, but at least he can recover it through bloodline evolution.
‘But there is already someone targeting us?’ Nik frowns at the thought. ‘Aside from unnatural strength, the only revealing thing about Ray and I was our arrival in this world. It’s more than possible that Dutch kept it 100% open about it to the men from High Table. So, there are either men in High Table who encountered otherworldly travelers before or some members of Paradise are already inside the High Table’s management.’
Just as Nik relaxes, his shoulders tense, and he sits up with a shocked expression.
Revy would assume that he got all tense about seeing her naked, but that’s less than likely as he stares off in a daze, not answering her words.
[Paradise Host: Jun-Sena-Ching—is no longer in Paradise’s rank. Remaining Teams: 10; Remaining Members: 19.]
It’s already begun. Nik has an ominous realization that had Ray not left, and had he not used the last moments of his consciousness to create one massive push underwater, their names would likely be on the list, too.
‘So,’ his eyes twitch. ‘Assassination is the name of the game. You have to take others by surprise and one-shot them, or they will enter their Personal Spaces. Knocking them out at once is a viable choice.’
***
Alternate Title: The Matchmaker Balalaika; The Bougainvillea Front; A Hand In Every Front; Favers Repaid and Earned; The Sudden Missile; She is The Storm; Revy’s Thoughts; Revy Choking Nik *Also Nik: Harder*; Disappearing; Magical Ass; Melted Ass; Half-Bald; Nik Was About to Play Two-Face; Revy’s Into Heavy Kinks; Unhinged Revy; Hmm, Meat; Too Tired To Think; The Gunswoman’s Teachings; A Ploy; Already Exposed; Hitmen of High Table; Assassination is The Name of The Game; Jump In Sea; Unapologetically Naked; Revy’s Got Heart?; Revy’s Nightmare: U-Uhm, Would You Love Me If I Became A Worm? First Casualty
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