Hello again, Black Lagoon Archive :) It's been a while ;)

So I picked up volume 9 of the manga last week, and finally got around to finishing it last night. Near the end, there was this one moment between Garcia and Roberta that sort of stuck out and slapped me across the face. I haven't been very productive these past few days, but I felt very compelled to write this short fic this morning.

I understand that what I did here might be a bit creepy, but I'm hoping it's more sweet than creep ;)

Anyway, I still don't own Black Lagoon.


Garcia Lovelace sat on his bed, his face turned down towards the framed, photo he held of his father, him, Roberta and Fabiola. It had been one week since he, Fabiola and Roberta had returned to Venezuela, from the land of the dead. Each of them had changed in their short time in Roanapur, but through all the shooting, blood and pain Garcia had witnessed, a single event resonated in his mind; Roberta's lips pressed to his.

It might have been so simple, but the young master had dreamt of such a union for some time now. While he was just a child, Roberta was a beautiful woman, and with his father gone, she and Fabiola were the only family he had now. His fingers passed over his lips as the kiss replayed in his mind, and he carefully placed the picture back on his nightstand, before laying back in bed. He folded his arms behind his head, closed his eyes and a slight smile overtook his lips as he quietly began to sing.

"Qué bonitos ojos tienes, debajo de esas dos cejas,
debajo de esas dos cejas, Qué bonitos ojos tienes."
(Your eyes, they shine like precious gems, your brow is like a crown to frame them,
sweet brow a crown to frame them, your eyes, they shine like precious gems.)

Just down the hall from Garcia's bedroom, Roberta tended to things in the living room. Having been empty for days, a fine layer of dust had accumulated on everything throughout the Lovelace home. Even with Roberta and Fabiola hard at work, it took days to get everything just right within the expansive home. No longer hiding behind false glasses, Roberta delicately picked up, and brushed off the various trinkets that adorned the tables, mantles, and bookcases throughout their home.

As she worked her way across a long and thin table which sat directly behind the couch, she came across another framed copy of the very same picture Garcia just held. She carefully took the picture into her left hand, and placed her feather duster on the table top. Her gloved fingers softly ran over the glass as she remembered all master Diego Lovelace had done for her. Her path of revenge had brought her no satisfaction in the wake of his death, and the mere memory of her rampage, of her unfortunate incident with the young master, only stood to upset her further.

Suddenly, from the end of the hall, she heard the faint sound of Garcia's voice. She placed the picture back on the tabletop, as she strained to listen to what he was saying.

"Malagueña Salerosa,
besar tus labios quisiera, besar tus labios quisiera,
Malagueña Salerosa, y decirte niña Hermosa."
(Oh my sweet rose, how I adore you,
for a kiss, I beg and implore you, for one kiss I beg of you,
my sweet rose, how I adore you, I want to live all my life for you.)

Her eyes widened at the words he sang. Did he sing them for her? If he was, did he himself understand the depth of their meaning? Of course Roberta cared for the young master more than anything in this world, but these words he sang told of more than simple caring between servant and Master.

Before she could completely process what she was hearing, she quietly stepped closer towards the hall.

"Que eres linda y hechicera, que eres linda y hechicera,
como el candor de una rosa, como el candor de una rosa."
(Helpless slave to your great beauty, I'd give my life to know your embrace,
let your eyes say it may now be, I'll own the heart that beats with such grace.)

Of all she'd seen and done mere days ago, she was more frightened of young Garcia's words. Yet as she walked, an ever-so-subtle spring developed in her step in accordance with the tone and fluctuations in his voice. A smile appeared on her lips, her eyes gently closed, and she was guided by her heart, further towards the young master's room.

"Yo no te ofrezco riquezas, Te ofrezco mi corazón,
Te ofrezco mi corazón, A cambio de mi pobreza."
(I have no worldly goods to share, no gold, no land, no precious stone;
a tender heart is all I own, to express to you how much I care.)

She opened her eyes, and slowly continued further down the hallway. 'Bloodhound', 'Guard dog', 'Rosarita', they were all gone. Far away from this place and this moment as the young master quietly professed his feelings for her.

"Malagueña Salerosa,
besar tus labios quisiera, besar tus labios quisiera,
Malagueña Salerosa, y decirte niña Hermosa."
(Oh my sweet rose, how I adore you,
for a kiss, I beg and implore you, for one kiss I beg of you,
my sweet rose, how I adore you, I want to live all my life for you.)

She stood outside the young master's room, her back to the wall as she remembered his kiss. Her smile changed as her head tilted back to rest on the wall behind her. Tears filled her eyes as the young master continued to serenade his love.

"Que eres linda y hechicera, que eres linda y hechicera,
como el candor de una rosa, como el candor de una rosa."
(Helpless slave to your great beauty, I'd give my life to know your embrace,
let your eyes say it may now be, I'll own the heart that beats with such grace.)

As they came to her, these feelings she felt for him, she closed her eyes bringing her tears to run down her cheeks. She did love the young master. She would stay with him, guide him, and protect him always. But, what happened in that jungle, that warm and passionate moment of vulnerability; it could never happen again. He was her master, and she was but a servant to his family.

"Malagueña Salerosa,
besar tus labios quisiera, besar tus labios quisiera,
Malagueña Salerosa, y decirte niña Hermosa."
(Oh my sweet rose, how I adore you,
for a kiss, I beg and implore you, for one kiss I beg of you,
my sweet rose, how I adore you, I want to live all my life for you.)

His words began to grate her. Her feelings grew louder with every syllable he spoke, but she was too strong to let herself be taken away by them. Her hands crashed onto her ears as she struggled to silence Garcia's song, and unexpectedly, it had seemed to work. He failed to continue the next verse, and Roberta lowered her hands from her ears.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks, collecting and calming herself in a matter of seconds. She quietly pushed away from the wall to head back to the living room, when Garcia again sang, this time in English, "Oh my sweet rose, how I adore you, for a kiss, I beg and implore you, for one kiss I beg of you, my sweet rose, how I adore you."

She tightly closed her eyes, and took the next step. She had to push on and get away from his voice, and with her next step, she thought she was finally free of this painful moment, when Garcia quietly called out, "Roberta?"

Her eyes instantly opened wide. She straightened herself out, and looked in a mirror in the hall. The dim light in the home might have hid the fact that she was crying, but either way, she had no choice but to promptly see to the young master. She turned and took the two steps needed to appear in his doorway and asked, "Master Garcia?"

Garcia pushed himself up in his bed, and without invitation or provocation, Roberta proceeded into his room. She knelt at his bedside and asked, "Is everything alright, young master?"

He placed a hand on her cheek and smiled, "It will be."

Peering into his eyes, she could feel what was coming. She had to stop this. She turned her face away just slightly as she spoke, "Master Garc-"

Alas, she was interrupted as Garcia again pressed his lips to hers. She knew this was wrong, she could feel it throughout her body how this was the last place she should be, yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away from him; not just yet. There was no reassertion of the kiss, or any aggressive motion or action; it was an innocent and warm kiss, the likes of which Roberta had never known. Finding her way out of the moment, her hand rose to his, and gently she pulled his fingers from her face, finally separating their lips.

"Master Garcia-"

"It's alright, Roberta," Garcia interrupted with a smile. He placed his other hand atop hers, so that he was now holding her, "For my sweet rose, I can wait till the end of time."


And that's that. If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed it :)

I apologize if the translations for the song are not 100% accurate. They came from a website (Available upon request) and were noted as the "musical English translation" ;)

-jm