Paradise of Infinity

Chapter 307: Moonless Days

So, the moon exploded. It EXPLODED! A significant chunk of the moon blew up, leaving a crescent behind! The entire civilian world is going mad. Scientists are racking their brains to see how it would affect them! But why

"I understand," Balalaika disconnects the call before glancing at her ceiling. Her grip on her telephone's receiver tightens until she smokes her cigar and eases her fingers around the device.

'Again.' She narrows her eyes. 'It's the same bullshit from before. 'We don't know. Stay put.' How can the entire world not know a thing? The moon just doesn't explode! But it sure affects the business.'

Who is more annoying than religious fools who think the world is ending?Junkies and crack whores who believe the world is ending, seeking atonement by giving up on their vices. Fools. It just sets them up for their relapse. But it's not just the drug market. Stocks, infrastructure, communicationsevery part of the legal and illegal world has been severely affected until yesterday.

'The government alliance, everyone on the same team? Don't make me laugh.' She sneers, flicking her cigar over the ashtray. 'Something spooked them. Maybe the organization that blew the fucking moon. Else, there already would be a war.'

Her thighs tighten against each other under her table. Others say she loves war more than sex. Perhaps they are right. But it's not the pleasure that gets her going. In that matter, she likes being traditional. No toys, no pillsjust a man. But war lets her creative juices flow. It allows her to paint a pretty picture of blood. And every 'Businessman' has an artistic hobby.

She shakes her head. It won't do. Something is up. She must find out what 'thing' got the world's highest authority of legal and illegal sides shivering in utter fear. It's not curiosity but a simple notion of information being essential. She can plan her next steps carefully if she has the correct information.

'But to have the Triad and Mafia jump down my case is a novel experience,' Balalaika smiles. 'I suppose they are in the same situation as me. The main offices are taking less interest in Roanapur when it used to be one of their greatest assets.'

She smirks. Things will pick up soon enough. She can taste the frustration building in the air. Roanapur is the city of packs of dogs and wolves, and their leashes are loosening by the day.

She swivels her chair to face her TV.

*Fwip*

The screen brightens and shows a rather hardcore porno already watched halfway through.

'Might as well edit the rest of the load in one go. Remind me again why I don't hire an intern for it?'

She stares at the screen with bland interest. 'Oh, that's right. Some can't keep it in their pants or panties.'

*Knock* *Knock*

The intercom buzzes after the knock as she hears Boris' voice. "It's the Lagoon."

She reaches for the device without looking back at her table, replying, "Send them in."

"Oh, baby! Make me your little bitch~! Yes!"

Balalaika frowns, 'Hmm, it sounds a little natural. Was she feeling it? I think it should be 'Pound your little girl, daddy.'' Whatever, Balalaika can't edit the script without sounding even more unnatural. She will talk with the director later.

The woman hears the door open behind her, followed by Revy's whistle. "Woah, Anego! You never stop working, do you?"

She grunts in affirmation at that. Keeping her mind busy is the only thing preventing Roanapur from becoming a cesspool of chaos, or worse, her mind wandering over to the next best suitable bachelor to devour.

"I get he's banging her ass. But does he have to bend his knee like that? Just get on the bed," she hears an unamused drawl. "Or better, he can let her ride him and pan the camera to her front."

Balalaika takes note but isn't interested in him to argue the point of how porn needs variety.

"That's Danny PP," Revy replies. "See that rod? It's half silicon, I think."

"Oh? How the hell did he put a silicon stick inside his peehole?"

That Balalaika stops and pauses the video before looking back at the duo. Revy keeps staring at the earnest Nik while he watches the plastic dick on TV.

"Did you just say that?" Balalaika frowns.

"How else would his dick expand?" Nik tilts his head, gesturing with his hands. "You have to put something inside."

"Forget it, Anego. He thinks Nazi is someone."

Balalaika's lips parted slightly further.

"And you thought the world ended," Nik shoots her a glare.

Is that Revy flushing up she sees? Balalaika notes with a narrowed glance. Something may have happened between them when they washed up to an island caught between Indonesia's border, making it one hell of an escape when the Lagoon found them.

"Do you want to die?!" Revy pulls her gun at his jaw as he rolls his eyes and looks at her.

"Dutch wanted you to have this," he pulls a paper slip from his pocket before placing it on her desk as she keeps staring at the man.

"Your hair," Balalaika muses. "They grew out completely in just a few days."

"Hmm?" he brushes his fingers through his hair. Balalaika catches Revy's mouth opening before closing shut. Curious. Does Revy have more to supplant about the situation? They did survive a missile and washed up at least 40 kilometers away. Maybe there's something else she doesn't know.

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"Nik," Balalaika glances at the slip of paper with a frown. "How is your 'Dundies' going on? Did Bao find any Non-Fatal contracts?"

"It'll be a wonder if we can find any work," he huffs. "It's good I have my waiting job at Yellow Flag, or I'd be festering in my room the entire time."

"Would you like a Non-Fatal job?" She smirks, the corner of her eyes narrowing.

"Sure," he nods.

"Ever think about becoming a star?" She points at the paused porno flick behind her as Nik tilts his head. "I'm uncomfortable at the thought of Ray purchasing my porn. I know she will." He shakes his head as Revy's shoulders relax slightly.

"I see. Then we are finished talking," Balalaika smiles. "Get out."

"Sure thing, Anego." Revy and Nik turn around and close the door after them as Balalaika hears her muffled voice. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you get that big dick of yours by shoving a silicon stick inside your hole?"

"Mine is a natural gift to the world."

That's mighty cocky. Balalaika shakes her head before resuming her work.

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Revy slugs across the bar as Bao pours her another drink, with Ray going through the contents of a file.

"The Washimine Group you wanted to talk about is in a strained relationship," Bao mutters as Ray nods through his words. "The last of them is the late leader's daughter, Yukio Washimine, but she hasn't stepped up yet."

"Great!" Ray grins brightly, placing the file aside as Revy narrows her eyes. "Why did you take an interest in Japan?"

"We plan to go there," Ray replies offhandedly.

"We?"

"The Dundies," she smirks as Revy narrows her eyes. "And when were you going to tell Dutch?"

"When we would leave," Ray shrugs.

"Japan, huh?" his voice causes her body to tense. Damn! Why did she think the world was ending? She could have peed her panties instead! But no! The stars are at fault! The clear sky fucked with her thinking. She would be so much more straightforward with smoke and blood around her.

"Ever been there?" Bao questions as Nik smirks. "Yep, you can say that. Why don't we go now? It's not like we have work."

"You ARE working," Bao blinks.

"We meant real work," Ray scoffs as Revy butts in after clearing her throat.

"So, Japan, huh? You'll need"

"WOAH! Moon blows up, and there's a hottie over the bar!" A yellow flash slams herself into the bar stool, her long blonde tresses bouncing about, similar to her pink tank top-clad breasts that expose her slender midriff. Angular pink shades cover her eyes as she rests the back of her head on the bar while staring at Nik, her legs crossing over each other, straining her pale flesh against her green miniskirt as she grins, "Yo! Monkey, you didn't tell me there's a lad like him in Yellow Flag. I'd have visited sooner."

"Fuck yourself, shit face!" Revy snorts, drinking her rum. The blonde moves her gaze from Nik to Ray before whistling again. "Bao! You lucky dog! So? Who's the one who ran his mouth off to Balalaika?"

"Him," Ray jabs her thumb in Nik's direction, continuing. "I'm Ray."

"Eda," she introduces herself. "And you," she looks at Nik. "Should visit the church. Confess some of your dirty secrets, and Balalaika will forgive you."

"This city has a church?" Nik blinks in amazement. It almost made his impression of the city better

"It's a fucking rip-off," Revy tilts her head. "Filled with shitty nuns. Especially this trash here."

"Hah? You wanna go at it, Revy?"

"He's engaged, bitch-face," the brunette smirks smugly. "Get it? Wag your horse-fucked cunt elsewhere. He can smell the shit on you from miles away."

"My," Ray gulps. "I've only seen others do horses in art."

"Bao, a bottle of gin," Nik shrugs, accepting the bottle and taking it to the customer.

"So? What's the deal? Is his fiancee here?" Eda accepts a glass of whiskey from Bao while Ray answers before Revy.

"It wouldn't matter. Nik is rather 'accepting.' Last I heard, he has 12 fiancees, five lovers, and he's also seeing septuplets."

Bao stills while Revy and Eda look at Ray.

"Okay?" Eda tilts her head. "Did you meet them? Any of them more beautiful than me?"

Ray thins her lips before shrugging. "I'd put my money on Septuplets. They can bend in ways we can only imagine."

"Aw," Eda sighs in defeat. She glances at Revy. "What about you? Have you fucked him?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"And you?" Eda glances at Ray.

"We're nonphysical partners. But I bet he wishes to every day~!"

Eda nods before grinning. "So a runt who didn't grow balls to fuck him and another one with wishful thinking."

She suddenly jumps from her seat as Revy tenses again. Revy's hand touches her pistol as she watches Eda pat Nik's ass, whispering something in his ear before walking out from the back door.

"What did she want?" Revy frowns as Nik returns.

"Who? Eda?" he smiles. "Something about showing me how confession works." He walks behind the bar and leans on it. "Anything to add?"

"Nothing," Revy replies coldly as Nik's hand lashes before knocking Ray's head.

"Ow!"

"And don't go talking about my girls behind my back! Who said I'll favor any of them over the other?" He snorts before picking up his tray and leaving the bar.

"Tell me more about them," Revy sips her drink. And Ray, not learning her lesson yet, muses with a bump on her head. "Well. I think a majority of them are fighters. Not like you. They don't use guns."

"A bunch of pansy martial artist BS?" Revy snorts.

"And the other few are gentle and caring. I remember one thing in particular," Ray pours more for Revy. "He said he'll exchange his life for them without a second thought."

Revy snorts at that. Classic cheesy bullshit. As if he would

The woman quietly sips her drink. He's just an idiot who would do that for anyone. Any stranger! Her fingers squeeze her glass. He must have had some hesitation when he wrapped himself around her against a missile explosion, right? There is no way he would ever save her without a second thought. She sighs. See? The smoke of Raonapur always helps her think straight, the jumbled mess she is.

"Hmph!" Revy snorts and leaves her seat.

"Where are you going?" Ray calls after her.

"Where else? Dry humping that slutty nun!"

Nik's ears perk up as he stops what he's doing and follows after Revy with his smartphone in hand.

[Smexy-succu-succu: Share the video with me, too.]

[Nut-Cracking-Messiah: 'Kay.]

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Washington, D.C.

A secret meeting connected to the entire world's forces started with a creepy giggle that sent a shiver down the world leaders' AND the High Table's Elder's spines.

"Nuruhuhuhuhu," light doesn't fall on the figure as his sharp voice strains in the ears throughout the world. "Now you know how serious I am. It must be a shock to find your final plan of nuclear warfare at the expense of the world's population tossed into space so effortlessly. My appetite isn't satiable with the moon alone. Earth is next. Do entertain meGovernment and the ever-illusory High Table, because I won't be courteous enough to blow the Earth. I plan to drench it red the day before I blow it to smithereens."

"Y-You promised us a fighting chance!" A brave voice utters from the connected tabloids as the creepy grin widens in the darkness. "I did. The game will not be entertaining if there aren't any rules."

*Chp*

They see a head roll down the floor as their eyes widen. "Yes, that's Mr. XXXX's head. I warned you of the consequences of touching those red boxes. So, follow my rules for your and your loved one's sake. Let's start the final countdown of Earth, shall we?"

---

"You're leaving?" Nik frowns.

"Yeah," Ray lies on his lap while reading a magazine. "Remember? I told you I'm interested in the twins. I finally know where they are, and the mission's released, too. Every other optional mission was a bust except the High Table one. Let's focus on that for now since we cannot kill or save 'Grim Reaper' for now. The time is not right for the former, and we aren't the smart type for the latter."

Nik leans back with a huff. "Do you want me to tag along?"

"Oh, please!"

"What?"

"You're enjoying yourself here. Just because we're partners doesn't mean we have to drag each other. We're bound to have different objectives, no?"

Nik sighs. "I guess I'm worried."

"That's sweet," Ray giggles. "But you remember what I told you about the 'etiquettes' between other hosts, right?"

"I remember," Nik chuckles. "When are you leaving?"

"I got my passport made a few days ago in preparation for when the flight resumes. Benny offered to drive me there."

"Heh," Nik smirks.

"What? Doesn't Revy follow around you?"

"Don't let her hear that," Nik pats Ray's head twice to get her up. She stretches her arm before walking toward the door. "I'll message you when I think the time is right. But you already know the location. I wouldn't scout that school since other hosts might know its location. But then again, you might be the only one to use your powers to the fullest extent here, letting you close the gaps on more powerful and experienced hosts. So, defer to your instincts before mine."

"Yep, all the best," Nik grins.

"Same to you," Ray returns the grin as she leaves.

---

*Knock* *Knock*

"Revy! Open up! Oh"

Nik twists the knob and enters the room, finding the woman sprawled on her side on her bed in undergarments. "Hey," he pats her shoulder. "Dutch's calling for you. We have a job."

*Snore*

"That's an obnoxiously loud snore," Nik mutters before patting her shoulder again.

"Wake up!"

*Snore*

"If you don't wake up, I'm truly going to treat you like a 'whore!'"

*Snore*

"Forget it. Who am I kidding? I can't treat you like a whore. Maybe I should kiss your forehead? You're sleeping, right? So it doesn't matter. I can always say I cupped a feel of your ass."

*...*

"I'm going to do it. It'll feel so sweet you'd wish you drowned in rum."

*....*

Nik works his jaw. He expected Revy's abhorrent disgust for 'wholesomeness' to act by now. Did he get it wrong? Is she actually sleeping?

He still plants a peck on her forehead as Revy's eyes snap open, and she turns around wildly to push Nik down with a snarl, "I'll blow your head off!" Her Beretta is against his forehead. Perhaps he's gotten too comfortable with Revy as he smiles. "My bad. Of course, you were sleeping and acted directly the second you felt me on your head. My hands on your shoulders must have felt like cotton, huh."

She narrows her eyes before pulling her gun back. "Get out. I need to change."

"You changed in front of me yesterday."

"Get out!"

"Aye~!"

She huffs as Nik closes the door behind him, leaving Revy to touch her forehead with a frown. Yet, her body can barely react the way she wantsIS feeling. She clenches her fist before heaving a deep breath and finding the nearest top. It might smell. Who cares? That'll keep him away.

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Alternate Title: Strange Undercurrents; Promised Dogs; Loosening Leash; The Smell of Promised Blood; The Chief Editor; Balalaika May Just Direct A Porn-War Parody; Conducting Odd Jobs; Nik: So, Anyway There Is Silicon Pipes in Dicks? *Flabbergasted Balalaika and Revy*; Balalaika Likes It Old School; An Invitation To Reach The Stars; Nik Might As Well Direct Some Movies; Ray: An Avid Nik Content Consumer; Unspoken Secrets; Eda; The Slut Nun?; Failed Confessions; A Dry Humper's Dream; Eda After Hearing Everything: Smash; The Failed Missions; Lost Warfare; Scared World; Failed Retaliation; The Deadman's Rise; A Reaper's Promise; The Game of End; The Creepy Grin; Killer's Paradise; The Smoke 'Clears' Her Mind; Others: Damn It! I'm Going to Bang You! *Chad Nik: Fear My Wholesome Kisses, You Harlot!*

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