Gogo clenched her fists, waking up on the hospital bed. The sheets seemed so tight, that she was hardly even able to breathe. Her brown eyes were still closed. She didn't want to raise any attention.
The nurse was fiddling around the computer beside the bed. Gogo smiled, she still was able to sense people around her, without using her eyes.
The nurse was humming a catchy tune she had probably heard minutes ago. The young assassin even liked it – it relaxed her. Furthermore, the nurse was too focused on her singing to notice Gogo slightly lifting her eyelids.
To her eyes, a small room revealed itself. There were two other patients in it and Gogo instantly recognized Itzuka and Jujoro – members of that weird gang, who always followed her around. She had always hated them.
Her feet were slightly numb, but the feeling was wearing off fast. Another couple of minutes, and she could jump at that stupid nurse, taking her by surprise.
"Ta-ta-ta-da-da...dada-ta-ta-ta-da-da..." The young hospital assistant was singing softly.
Gogo smiled. Perhaps she wouldn't even kill her, just knock her out – that would be enough. She agreed with her idea and slowly started moving her feet. Amazingly, they were quite obedient and she was soon working on her legs.
She slowly lifted and pressed back her knees. It didn't work right away but after a few seconds her knees were also submissive to her ideas. She smiled, satisfied with her body functions.
The staff didn't even strap her to the bed, seriously underestimating how dangerous she was – even without any weapons. The schoolgirl outfit must have had the doctors mistake her for the poor victim.
Gogo stopped her thoughts for a second. In a way, she really was the victim. She almost had that blonde, but the excitement of killing the most dangerous woman alive made her forget about the surroundings.
She silently yelped, remembering the pain, as the nails hit her foot and then buried themselves in the back of her head. Blood ran out of her eyes and she instantly went out cold.
Luckily, it was just a reflex – her training taught her body how to deal with wounds. She woke up, just able to see the Bride walking out of the joint, her clothes soaked with blood and a half-dead Sofi, being dragged along.
Next, for what seemed like an eternity, she crawled. She crawled past the dead bodies of O-Ren's gang and past even more bodies of them until she found a telephone. With her last remaining strength she called the hospital and then fell unconscious for the second time.
Slowly, Gogo fully opened her eyes and noiselessly rose up from the bed. The nurse had her back turned to her, and Gogo stood up from her bed, as silent as a cat, without the nurse hearing or seeing anything.
Then all happened very fast. Gogo put her arm on the nurse's throat in a choking stance and pulled her back with great force. The young woman fell onto her back as the assassin let go of her.
Gogo then pressed her foot down hard on the woman's chest, robbing her of air. The nurse's face went blue and her body went motionless. Gogo hadn't meant to kill her, and she would probably survive that hit, if given medical care soon.
The young assassin proceeded to take her clothes off and put on the nurses uniform instead. That way she wouldn't create any suspicion. The clothes were a bit too big, but Gogo didn't plan on wearing them permanently anyway.
She exited the room, remaining as calm as possible. A few doctors awarded her with some nasty looks, directed to her behind. But Gogo couldn't waste her time on dealing with them – she had to get out and find a place where she could think over her next steps.
Soon, she was already outside, inhaling the cool, and relatively fresh summer air. She breathed out, smirking slightly at the thought that she had big plans for her future. Really big plans...
-
Setsuro felt ill, looking at his friends boozing down vodka like it was orange juice. He inhaled some smoke and put out the stub in the ashtray in front of him.
The bar was completely packed with drunken teens, seemingly having a good time. The radio was playing some teen-idol crap – Satsuro never got the point in that show. To him it was something invented for fat kids to watch and forget about their private lives, if they in fact had ever existed.
He stood up and walked out of the joint, a few of the girls looking at him with a strong sense of longing in their eyes. He looked very fit for his 17 years, but his body was still slim. His grey eyes always seemed too distant to reach. Plus he was more than adept at martial arts.
Too immaculate for life, that's how he always felt himself. He admitted liking the looks that girls gave him but at times it was more nerving than pleasing. Other than that, Satsuro had never believed in love. To him, the meaning of the word had been so perverted that it was merely an excuse for couples to fuck rather than a true expression of inner feelings.
The Tokyo streets were lid up, stinging with brightness. Satsuro was pleased to get away from his clique – he never enjoyed spending time with them. They were fun to hang out with sometimes, but never more.
He put his hands in the pockets of his grey pants and started walking. His grey attire looked actually quite weird amongst all the bright clothing of his contemporaries. But he always liked being different – even concerning vesture. Besides he liked grey – it resembled his mood like no other color.
Satsuro went on, passing all the nightclubs and stores until finally reaching a small flower field. He was on the edge of town, a place he often visited. He caressed the field with his hands, reaching for the flowers as he walked to a small barn house at the end of the field.
He climbed onto the tree beside it and swung in through one of the windows. The barn was abandoned years ago and nobody ever bothered destroying it. So Satsuro decided to hide his treasure there, a samurai sword – the only thing he loved with all his heart.
He stroked the sharp metal softly as he pulled it slowly out of its sheath. The crystal clean blade reflected his delighted face. Satsuro got out through the window and held out the sword in front of him, the tall grass caressing his legs.
He stroke out and twisted his body around, bringing the sword up high and then rapidly slicing downward. He then grasped the handle with both hands and started spinning his body, pointing the sword into the moonlight lit sky. It revolved around a small point, but Satsuro never lost his balance.
He abruptly stopped, his brain trying to focus on a particular spot and within a second his vision was clear again. He had trained a lot with Master Nei, but after he passed away Satsuro was on his own.
He went on with his practice, which looked more like an exuberantly enchanting dance than like a fierce battle exercise. His movements were at times quick and precise, at times slow and concentrated.
Satsuro was finally living again. He was in a state of complete pacification – a trance even. Every movement was giving him pleasure and every breath of the flower field's bouquet made his senses shiver with delight.
Deep inside, Satsuro already knew he could never lead a normal life. It would never be enough for him. He was destined to be different and he liked that. He had often thought about his future, during his practice. But it was that night when Satsuro decided he would even be willing to kill another person. He would become an assassin – the most feared of them all: Satsuro Retsuja.
-
Renee Wright was an adopted child of an American couple, living in Japan. She fluently spoke both languages since her childhood and so grew up with a lot of advantages.
For instance, she soon made friends with the much younger Sofi Fatale, an absolute prodigy in linguistics, perfectly speaking Japanese, English, French, Spanish and dozens more since the age of 10.
Renee was a close friend of an O-Ren-Ishii since her childhood and she was the one who introduced Sofi to her. Renee was always considered a friend of O-Ren's group. Gogo was standing in front of her small house in the outskirts of Tokyo.
The middle-aged woman didn't believe her eyes at first but soon regained her senses and hugged Gogo tightly.
"Gogo! I'm so happy to see you." She said, tears forming in her blue eyes.
She grasped Gogo's hand and led her inside the house. It looked very cozy, a dark red ambience dominating the domicile.
"The place is a mess, right now. Excuse the disorder, dear." Renee said, pulling her hair together in a ponytail.
"It's fine, Renee. I like the atmosphere in here, it's relaxing." Gogo said with a soothing voice that made Renee smile.
"My dear, I'm so glad you're still alive. O-Ren she..." Renee paused for a second, desperately trying to hod back her tears.
"I know." Gogo said, bowing her head slightly.
The two stood silent for a few moments.
"I'm sure you're hungry, I'll go and cook up something for you." Renee said, stroking through Gogo's long hair.
"Take a shower, and go get yourself some clothes out of the drawer by the bed. I'm sure you'll like them." Renee said, heading for the kitchen.
Gogo nodded and went up the stairs to the bathroom.
The water hammered down on her head with fury, and Gogo moaned with pleasure as the water tardily covered every part of her body. She massaged her hair, cleansing out all of the blood that still remained on her skin.
Gogo wrapped a towel around her body before she walked out of the bathroom and opened the door to Renee's chambre.
She pulled out one of the drawers and put all the raiment on the bed. Her eyes swiftly turned to a black, leather vestment. She released the towel, dropping it to the floor beside her legs and put the latex suit on her naked body.
It fit her with astonishing precision. The suit evolved tightly around her waist and breasts, stressing the most beautiful parts of her body. She walked over to the mirror and chuckled slightly, gazing at her reflection.
"Great, now every last guy in Tokyo will want to fuck me instantly." She said, still unsure about her choice. But with a wave of her hand, she accepted and returned the other clothes to the drawer.
She came back to the bathroom, placing the towel back to where it belonged and looked at her face in the mirror. She quickly fetched some of Renee's make-up and mascara.
She applied the make-up and lipstick to her eyes and lips and put some mascara on her lashes, making her look even more attractive to any procreative man.
As she returned to Renee, who had already served her some breakfast, she made the woman almost stumble over her own feet.
"Are you sure?" Renee asked, slowly emphasizing every word.
Gogo put her hand to her mouth and giggled slightly. "I know, but it allows free movement of my arms and legs – ideal for combat."
"Yeah, it also will make every old bag on the street want to twitch your ass." Renee said and both laughed, imagining Gogo fighting off Tokyo seniors.
The girl sat down at the kitchen table and started dining on the fish salad that Renee had made. Renee sat on the chair opposite from her.
"So, what are your plans Gogo?" She asked the girl with a worried expression on her face.
Gogo took a break and swallowed down her last bite. "I need your help, Renee." The girl sounded serious.
"Of course, anything."
"Who has taken O-Ren's place?" Gogo asked and Renee's face turned pale.
"No, please my dear, don't do it." She pleaded to the young assassin.
Gogo smiled and ate her remaining meal in silence.
She then gently cleaned her mouth with a small cloth and sat back in her chair.
"Do you have any cigarettes in this house?" She asked and Renee got up from her chair.
She opened one of the bottom drawers at the kitchen and returned to the table with a pack in her hand.
"It's bad for you, Gogo." She said smiling and put the cigarettes on the table next to the girl.
Gogo took one and Renee lit it with her lighter.
"You have to trust me. I need to know who is the chairman at the moment." She said, her eyes focused on Renee's concerned face.
"Hakata." Renee said, picking up Gogo's dish and walking over to the sink.
Gogo remembered him. He was a fat, ugly faced guy who always had dozens of bodyguards following him around. He was a freak for security and that for a good reason – there wasn't one soul in Tokyo who didn't want him dead.
The young girl knew too well that he would be impossible to track down and kill so easily. This task was a big one. But Gogo already had some ideas.
"Renee, do you still have contact with the six bosses?" She asked, inhaling her cigarette.
"Yes, of course. Boss Kisaru is still a close friend of mine." Renee replied, still washing Gogo's dish.
"I want to work for him." Gogo stated bluntly and Renee almost dropped the plate she was holding.
"What?" She asked, her body standing motionless.
Gogo put out her cigarette and rose from her stool. "I want to work for Kisaru – it's the only way."
Renee dried her hands with a towel and turned around to the young girl, who seemed desperate to die the quickest way possible.
"Gogo, my dear, you don't have to do this. O-Ren is dead and you are alone in there. Who knows what they will do to you." She sounded like a worried mother.
"It's too late to come saving me." Gogo said. She walked over to the older woman and put her hands on Renee's shoulders.
"It's not your fault. You were always kind to me. But I can't be normal. There is no way I can live my life and have a normal family. I have killed, Renee. I have killed men and women, of all ages. Never will I be able to be a mother, picking up her kids after school and watching them marry. I have no choice."
Renee nodded. "I understand."
-
When Satsuro returned to his house, it was already morning. He was just about to insert the key into the door when somebody called his name. Satsuro turned around and saw a tall man, dressed in white clothes and a black bandana around his head.
"Satsuro, I presume." The man said, approaching the young man.
"Yes, your presumptions prove themselves right." Satsuro joked, wondering what this strange man wanted from him.
"Don't bother opening that door, there's nothing good in there." The tall man said.
Satsuro shook his head with a grin. "Last time I looked, my parents were in there, fighting over the TV."
"Last time I looked, they were both dead."
Satsuro's face went as pale as snow as his eyes glared up with anger.
"What the hell are you saying?"
"I said there's nothing good in there for you to see."
Rapidly, Satsuro turned around and kicked his house door in. It was silent – nobody replied to the loud noise. The young man grazed through the corridor of his house until he found them.
A pool of blood was on the living room floor. His father was sitting on his chair, his chest opened up like a coffer. His mother was on the floor beside him, her face turned down and Satsuro could barely see the two bullet wounds on her head.
"We did this for a reason, Satsuro." The tall man's voice resonated from behind.
Satsuro turned around and saw the man draw a long, sharp blade from his back. He had killed them, and he was standing right in front of him.
"There is no choice for you to make, there never was."
"You killed my parents." Satsuro's voice was as sharp as the blade's edge.
"They weren't your parents and you know that." The tall man said, smirking.
"I'll kill you for this, and then I'll make you swallow your own heart after you tell me your bosses name."
The white-garbed man laughed. He was laughing Satsuro in the face. Before he knew it, his emotions took control over his body and he tossed his fist to the man's jaw, missing it by millimeters as the man dodged his attack easily.
His elbow hit Satsuro's face with brutal force, bringing him to the ground as blood ran out of his nose and came out of his mouth with a cough.
"You almost hit me there, boy. You're talented but still a little impulsive. Don't worry, we'll work on that." The man said, evading Satsuro's foot as he tried to sweep him from the floor.
His foot buried itself in the young boy's stomach, rendering him unconscious. He lifted him upon his shoulder and dragged him to his car that was parked right in front of the house.
He picked up a phone and dialed a long number, patiently awaiting the person on the other end.
"Hakata? Yes, I got the boy. I still don't understand how you'll get him working for you. Yes, I understand. Right away."
He hung up the phone and started the car, Satsuro still laying unconscious on the back seat. "Your father will be glad to see you, Retsuja.
The nurse was fiddling around the computer beside the bed. Gogo smiled, she still was able to sense people around her, without using her eyes.
The nurse was humming a catchy tune she had probably heard minutes ago. The young assassin even liked it – it relaxed her. Furthermore, the nurse was too focused on her singing to notice Gogo slightly lifting her eyelids.
To her eyes, a small room revealed itself. There were two other patients in it and Gogo instantly recognized Itzuka and Jujoro – members of that weird gang, who always followed her around. She had always hated them.
Her feet were slightly numb, but the feeling was wearing off fast. Another couple of minutes, and she could jump at that stupid nurse, taking her by surprise.
"Ta-ta-ta-da-da...dada-ta-ta-ta-da-da..." The young hospital assistant was singing softly.
Gogo smiled. Perhaps she wouldn't even kill her, just knock her out – that would be enough. She agreed with her idea and slowly started moving her feet. Amazingly, they were quite obedient and she was soon working on her legs.
She slowly lifted and pressed back her knees. It didn't work right away but after a few seconds her knees were also submissive to her ideas. She smiled, satisfied with her body functions.
The staff didn't even strap her to the bed, seriously underestimating how dangerous she was – even without any weapons. The schoolgirl outfit must have had the doctors mistake her for the poor victim.
Gogo stopped her thoughts for a second. In a way, she really was the victim. She almost had that blonde, but the excitement of killing the most dangerous woman alive made her forget about the surroundings.
She silently yelped, remembering the pain, as the nails hit her foot and then buried themselves in the back of her head. Blood ran out of her eyes and she instantly went out cold.
Luckily, it was just a reflex – her training taught her body how to deal with wounds. She woke up, just able to see the Bride walking out of the joint, her clothes soaked with blood and a half-dead Sofi, being dragged along.
Next, for what seemed like an eternity, she crawled. She crawled past the dead bodies of O-Ren's gang and past even more bodies of them until she found a telephone. With her last remaining strength she called the hospital and then fell unconscious for the second time.
Slowly, Gogo fully opened her eyes and noiselessly rose up from the bed. The nurse had her back turned to her, and Gogo stood up from her bed, as silent as a cat, without the nurse hearing or seeing anything.
Then all happened very fast. Gogo put her arm on the nurse's throat in a choking stance and pulled her back with great force. The young woman fell onto her back as the assassin let go of her.
Gogo then pressed her foot down hard on the woman's chest, robbing her of air. The nurse's face went blue and her body went motionless. Gogo hadn't meant to kill her, and she would probably survive that hit, if given medical care soon.
The young assassin proceeded to take her clothes off and put on the nurses uniform instead. That way she wouldn't create any suspicion. The clothes were a bit too big, but Gogo didn't plan on wearing them permanently anyway.
She exited the room, remaining as calm as possible. A few doctors awarded her with some nasty looks, directed to her behind. But Gogo couldn't waste her time on dealing with them – she had to get out and find a place where she could think over her next steps.
Soon, she was already outside, inhaling the cool, and relatively fresh summer air. She breathed out, smirking slightly at the thought that she had big plans for her future. Really big plans...
-
Setsuro felt ill, looking at his friends boozing down vodka like it was orange juice. He inhaled some smoke and put out the stub in the ashtray in front of him.
The bar was completely packed with drunken teens, seemingly having a good time. The radio was playing some teen-idol crap – Satsuro never got the point in that show. To him it was something invented for fat kids to watch and forget about their private lives, if they in fact had ever existed.
He stood up and walked out of the joint, a few of the girls looking at him with a strong sense of longing in their eyes. He looked very fit for his 17 years, but his body was still slim. His grey eyes always seemed too distant to reach. Plus he was more than adept at martial arts.
Too immaculate for life, that's how he always felt himself. He admitted liking the looks that girls gave him but at times it was more nerving than pleasing. Other than that, Satsuro had never believed in love. To him, the meaning of the word had been so perverted that it was merely an excuse for couples to fuck rather than a true expression of inner feelings.
The Tokyo streets were lid up, stinging with brightness. Satsuro was pleased to get away from his clique – he never enjoyed spending time with them. They were fun to hang out with sometimes, but never more.
He put his hands in the pockets of his grey pants and started walking. His grey attire looked actually quite weird amongst all the bright clothing of his contemporaries. But he always liked being different – even concerning vesture. Besides he liked grey – it resembled his mood like no other color.
Satsuro went on, passing all the nightclubs and stores until finally reaching a small flower field. He was on the edge of town, a place he often visited. He caressed the field with his hands, reaching for the flowers as he walked to a small barn house at the end of the field.
He climbed onto the tree beside it and swung in through one of the windows. The barn was abandoned years ago and nobody ever bothered destroying it. So Satsuro decided to hide his treasure there, a samurai sword – the only thing he loved with all his heart.
He stroked the sharp metal softly as he pulled it slowly out of its sheath. The crystal clean blade reflected his delighted face. Satsuro got out through the window and held out the sword in front of him, the tall grass caressing his legs.
He stroke out and twisted his body around, bringing the sword up high and then rapidly slicing downward. He then grasped the handle with both hands and started spinning his body, pointing the sword into the moonlight lit sky. It revolved around a small point, but Satsuro never lost his balance.
He abruptly stopped, his brain trying to focus on a particular spot and within a second his vision was clear again. He had trained a lot with Master Nei, but after he passed away Satsuro was on his own.
He went on with his practice, which looked more like an exuberantly enchanting dance than like a fierce battle exercise. His movements were at times quick and precise, at times slow and concentrated.
Satsuro was finally living again. He was in a state of complete pacification – a trance even. Every movement was giving him pleasure and every breath of the flower field's bouquet made his senses shiver with delight.
Deep inside, Satsuro already knew he could never lead a normal life. It would never be enough for him. He was destined to be different and he liked that. He had often thought about his future, during his practice. But it was that night when Satsuro decided he would even be willing to kill another person. He would become an assassin – the most feared of them all: Satsuro Retsuja.
-
Renee Wright was an adopted child of an American couple, living in Japan. She fluently spoke both languages since her childhood and so grew up with a lot of advantages.
For instance, she soon made friends with the much younger Sofi Fatale, an absolute prodigy in linguistics, perfectly speaking Japanese, English, French, Spanish and dozens more since the age of 10.
Renee was a close friend of an O-Ren-Ishii since her childhood and she was the one who introduced Sofi to her. Renee was always considered a friend of O-Ren's group. Gogo was standing in front of her small house in the outskirts of Tokyo.
The middle-aged woman didn't believe her eyes at first but soon regained her senses and hugged Gogo tightly.
"Gogo! I'm so happy to see you." She said, tears forming in her blue eyes.
She grasped Gogo's hand and led her inside the house. It looked very cozy, a dark red ambience dominating the domicile.
"The place is a mess, right now. Excuse the disorder, dear." Renee said, pulling her hair together in a ponytail.
"It's fine, Renee. I like the atmosphere in here, it's relaxing." Gogo said with a soothing voice that made Renee smile.
"My dear, I'm so glad you're still alive. O-Ren she..." Renee paused for a second, desperately trying to hod back her tears.
"I know." Gogo said, bowing her head slightly.
The two stood silent for a few moments.
"I'm sure you're hungry, I'll go and cook up something for you." Renee said, stroking through Gogo's long hair.
"Take a shower, and go get yourself some clothes out of the drawer by the bed. I'm sure you'll like them." Renee said, heading for the kitchen.
Gogo nodded and went up the stairs to the bathroom.
The water hammered down on her head with fury, and Gogo moaned with pleasure as the water tardily covered every part of her body. She massaged her hair, cleansing out all of the blood that still remained on her skin.
Gogo wrapped a towel around her body before she walked out of the bathroom and opened the door to Renee's chambre.
She pulled out one of the drawers and put all the raiment on the bed. Her eyes swiftly turned to a black, leather vestment. She released the towel, dropping it to the floor beside her legs and put the latex suit on her naked body.
It fit her with astonishing precision. The suit evolved tightly around her waist and breasts, stressing the most beautiful parts of her body. She walked over to the mirror and chuckled slightly, gazing at her reflection.
"Great, now every last guy in Tokyo will want to fuck me instantly." She said, still unsure about her choice. But with a wave of her hand, she accepted and returned the other clothes to the drawer.
She came back to the bathroom, placing the towel back to where it belonged and looked at her face in the mirror. She quickly fetched some of Renee's make-up and mascara.
She applied the make-up and lipstick to her eyes and lips and put some mascara on her lashes, making her look even more attractive to any procreative man.
As she returned to Renee, who had already served her some breakfast, she made the woman almost stumble over her own feet.
"Are you sure?" Renee asked, slowly emphasizing every word.
Gogo put her hand to her mouth and giggled slightly. "I know, but it allows free movement of my arms and legs – ideal for combat."
"Yeah, it also will make every old bag on the street want to twitch your ass." Renee said and both laughed, imagining Gogo fighting off Tokyo seniors.
The girl sat down at the kitchen table and started dining on the fish salad that Renee had made. Renee sat on the chair opposite from her.
"So, what are your plans Gogo?" She asked the girl with a worried expression on her face.
Gogo took a break and swallowed down her last bite. "I need your help, Renee." The girl sounded serious.
"Of course, anything."
"Who has taken O-Ren's place?" Gogo asked and Renee's face turned pale.
"No, please my dear, don't do it." She pleaded to the young assassin.
Gogo smiled and ate her remaining meal in silence.
She then gently cleaned her mouth with a small cloth and sat back in her chair.
"Do you have any cigarettes in this house?" She asked and Renee got up from her chair.
She opened one of the bottom drawers at the kitchen and returned to the table with a pack in her hand.
"It's bad for you, Gogo." She said smiling and put the cigarettes on the table next to the girl.
Gogo took one and Renee lit it with her lighter.
"You have to trust me. I need to know who is the chairman at the moment." She said, her eyes focused on Renee's concerned face.
"Hakata." Renee said, picking up Gogo's dish and walking over to the sink.
Gogo remembered him. He was a fat, ugly faced guy who always had dozens of bodyguards following him around. He was a freak for security and that for a good reason – there wasn't one soul in Tokyo who didn't want him dead.
The young girl knew too well that he would be impossible to track down and kill so easily. This task was a big one. But Gogo already had some ideas.
"Renee, do you still have contact with the six bosses?" She asked, inhaling her cigarette.
"Yes, of course. Boss Kisaru is still a close friend of mine." Renee replied, still washing Gogo's dish.
"I want to work for him." Gogo stated bluntly and Renee almost dropped the plate she was holding.
"What?" She asked, her body standing motionless.
Gogo put out her cigarette and rose from her stool. "I want to work for Kisaru – it's the only way."
Renee dried her hands with a towel and turned around to the young girl, who seemed desperate to die the quickest way possible.
"Gogo, my dear, you don't have to do this. O-Ren is dead and you are alone in there. Who knows what they will do to you." She sounded like a worried mother.
"It's too late to come saving me." Gogo said. She walked over to the older woman and put her hands on Renee's shoulders.
"It's not your fault. You were always kind to me. But I can't be normal. There is no way I can live my life and have a normal family. I have killed, Renee. I have killed men and women, of all ages. Never will I be able to be a mother, picking up her kids after school and watching them marry. I have no choice."
Renee nodded. "I understand."
-
When Satsuro returned to his house, it was already morning. He was just about to insert the key into the door when somebody called his name. Satsuro turned around and saw a tall man, dressed in white clothes and a black bandana around his head.
"Satsuro, I presume." The man said, approaching the young man.
"Yes, your presumptions prove themselves right." Satsuro joked, wondering what this strange man wanted from him.
"Don't bother opening that door, there's nothing good in there." The tall man said.
Satsuro shook his head with a grin. "Last time I looked, my parents were in there, fighting over the TV."
"Last time I looked, they were both dead."
Satsuro's face went as pale as snow as his eyes glared up with anger.
"What the hell are you saying?"
"I said there's nothing good in there for you to see."
Rapidly, Satsuro turned around and kicked his house door in. It was silent – nobody replied to the loud noise. The young man grazed through the corridor of his house until he found them.
A pool of blood was on the living room floor. His father was sitting on his chair, his chest opened up like a coffer. His mother was on the floor beside him, her face turned down and Satsuro could barely see the two bullet wounds on her head.
"We did this for a reason, Satsuro." The tall man's voice resonated from behind.
Satsuro turned around and saw the man draw a long, sharp blade from his back. He had killed them, and he was standing right in front of him.
"There is no choice for you to make, there never was."
"You killed my parents." Satsuro's voice was as sharp as the blade's edge.
"They weren't your parents and you know that." The tall man said, smirking.
"I'll kill you for this, and then I'll make you swallow your own heart after you tell me your bosses name."
The white-garbed man laughed. He was laughing Satsuro in the face. Before he knew it, his emotions took control over his body and he tossed his fist to the man's jaw, missing it by millimeters as the man dodged his attack easily.
His elbow hit Satsuro's face with brutal force, bringing him to the ground as blood ran out of his nose and came out of his mouth with a cough.
"You almost hit me there, boy. You're talented but still a little impulsive. Don't worry, we'll work on that." The man said, evading Satsuro's foot as he tried to sweep him from the floor.
His foot buried itself in the young boy's stomach, rendering him unconscious. He lifted him upon his shoulder and dragged him to his car that was parked right in front of the house.
He picked up a phone and dialed a long number, patiently awaiting the person on the other end.
"Hakata? Yes, I got the boy. I still don't understand how you'll get him working for you. Yes, I understand. Right away."
He hung up the phone and started the car, Satsuro still laying unconscious on the back seat. "Your father will be glad to see you, Retsuja.