Chapter 2: An Unlikely Meeting
Go Go woke up with her dark hair matted atop her head and a hangover racking her body. She gazed lazily at her surroundings. A disgusting dumpster hid her disheveled form from outside the alley, but the sun still made her eyes squint. It was very early in the afternoon. She attempted to stand and get a look around; she barely remembered the events from the night before. In her hands were the two eyeballs, and she looked at them carefully before tossing them away in the dumpster. She didn't want to keep another person's organs, what was the point of it? Emerging from the alley, Go Go trudged around the Tokyo streets like a zombie. Her feet were slow and made strong thumps as she struggled to take each step towards an unknown destination. She remembered that she was supposed to be at her master's dojo at some point, but she didn't know the time at all. Her puffy red eyes made bystanders watch her in curiosity as she made her way down the sidewalk towards the dojo across from the city.
A very livid Go Go entered the dojo a quarter past three, about an hour before her training would begin. She watched in utmost annoyance as the inexperienced students wasted her master's time with their intermittent attacks. She had attended since she was considerably young, and grew in her techniques in many weapons. Her favorite was a steel ball with a chain attached to it in which to swing the ball around in numerous different -and equally destructive- blows. She was sure she would never afford to purchase one of her own. Yet another reason why her anger built up to unreasonably high levels causing an overly violent attack on random citizens and tourists alike. Of course, Go Go would never read into her motives. Nor would she regret ever taking a person's life.
Time went by quickly as she dwelled in her migraine. Her lesson was about to begin, and she wanted to drown herself in the violence and concentration she would need to perform well. She dressed in her white practice outfit, gazing into her own reddened eyes from the previous night's drunken binge. In her mind she thought it gave her a more fearsome look. As she stepped out into the small fighting mat, she noticed the presence of a stranger getting into a rather heated argument with her instructor. This asshole was wasting her precious moments of impending violence, and she was not pleased one bit. Go Go was contemplating whether or not to try to strangle the suited man with her weapon, when all of a sudden she heard the loud CRACK! of a bone snapping like a tree branch.
She gazed at her lifeless instructor as he lay on the mat, his neck twisted into such disfiguration that it almost made Go Go take pity on him. Her anger and annoyance had taken over instead, causing her to look at the man who had so easily turned her master into a shattered carcass. His dark eyes were surrounded my a small black mask that made him look like a raccoon, but she could see the malice hiding behind the mask and the face of this murderer. Another life to add to the body count of millions in the world, but this one had been valuable to her. Exceptional as she was, she knew she hadn't taken all of the knowledge from the old man.
Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the man. A battle would be all too perfect for the moment, and Go Go was ready to take out her frustrations on this arrogant soul. He stared at her as if she was a foolish child. She was eager to prove him wrong as she motioned him to attack her. The man threw back his head in obnoxious laughter, which only ignited the firey temper that she was well known for having. To prove she was serious, she swung the ball on its chain and collided with a wooden column. The force broke right through the column as if it was a piece of bread. This caused the villain to stop laughing.
"If a fight is what you wish," the man said as he stared angrily, "then a fight you shall get."
Now it was Go Go's turn to laugh. "You devil, I hardly find you a worthy opponent. You're just a jackass who decided to really piss me off today."
His face twisted in hatred, and he withdrew his blade from the sheath. Pointing the end of it towards her, he called out, "Whore! I shall take your pretty little head off for that remark!"
Author's Note: Sorry this is fairly short, but I wanted to make a chapter specifically for the fight! Hope you like, and please review for me.
