Gogo Yubari always felt an obsession with weapons. Ever since O-Ren had taught her how to hold a samurai blade, all she could think of was the weapon and its divine beauty.
She was standing in Renee's basement, a small, dark room and the older woman was holding a dark sheath with both her hands. Gogo slowly put both her palms forward and Renee let the sheath glide onto them.
Gogo grasped the handle with caution and subtly let it slide out of the sheath. The blade reflected her face as she pulled it out. She held it forward, her hands tightly clamping the handle.
"It's beautiful." She said feeling charmed by the weapon.
Renee smiled lightly. "I thought your instrument was the chain."
Gogo smirked. "Yeah, but swords have much more elegancy to them."
She stopped for a second and turned her face towards Renee.
"I need a weapon." She said, giving the woman a pleading glance.
The older woman sighed. "Take it, it was a gift from O-Ren and I never used it anyway." She resigned to young Yubari's wishes.
The two returned to the living room and Renee grabbed hold of a phone, placed next to a flower vase.
"I'll call Kisaru." She said, once more turning slightly sad of the thought of Gogo working for the Yakuza.
"You think he'll accept?" Gogo asked with curiosity.
"I'm sure he'll wet himself first. But then he'll accept." Renee laughed.
She abruptly stopped when she heard a rough voice on the other end.
"Kisaru-san? Yes...yes Renee. How are you? Really...I'm glad for you. I'd hate to bother you but a dear friend of mine has arrived at my house this morning and she would love to meet you soon. Her name is Gogo..."
Renee couldn't even sense Kisaru breathing into the phone anymore – Gogo's name had quite the desired effect.
"What? Yes, Yubari. No she's not. I'm sure: she's standing right in front of me. So you're accepting the offer?"
Kisaru let out such a yell that Renee had to hold the phone out at range, not to turn deaf. She put her hand on the microphone.
"As I said, he's more than happy about this, Gogo." She said, getting bored with Kisaru's passion for young girls. She then returned to Kisaru, quickly set the meeting point and put the phone on-hook.
"You know what you're getting yourself into, right?" Renee said, putting her left hand on the young girl's head and stroking her fingers through her dark hair.
"I can take on his whole shitty gang at once, don't worry. I only need him to get to Hakata. And then you'll probably be seeing the bastards kissing my feet on a daily basis." Gogo stated, once again calming Renee down.
After the two had bid each other farewell, Gogo took the sword and walked out of the house in her new outfit, already drawing some sight of a passing gang of teens.
"Soon, very soon, you pricks won't even dare to think about looking at me." Gogo silently said, as she walked over to Renee's car. She plugged in the key that Renee gave her earlier and drove off.
-
The water that flew out of the bucket into Satsuro's face was ice cold. His body shrugged as the young man instantly woke up and saw that he was chained to a wall, with his jacket and shirt stripped off.
"You made quite the impression on Romeo, you know that boy?" An acrid voice sounded from behind him.
The proud owner of the voice presented himself to Satsuro. The boy could see a fat, disgustingly smelling man, choking on a cigar that had more personality to it than the man himself.
"And you should know it's pretty hard to impress a fucker like him – he's seen the best." The man continued his lecture.
Satsuro felt a strange sensation in his body. He slowly realized that he didn't feel any pain what so ever, even though his arms and chest looked badly hurt. They drugged him with something, perhaps some painkiller.
"I always knew that my genes were special. And you're a living example for it." The man laughed as the cigar fell out of his mouth.
Satsuro was trying not to listen to what the man was telling him. He couldn't believe that after all these years, this fucker presented him with the fact of being his father and was thinking he could get away with killing the people who raised him his entire life.
"Won't you even look at your daddy, boy?" The fat creature in front of him asked, laughing vigorously.
The young man raised his head and spat as much as he could right into his father's face. The man wiped his face in disgust and picked up the slightly glowing cigar. For the next few minutes, all he did was slowly burn up Satsuro's chest.
Even the painkiller couldn't prevent the young man's body from hurting deliriously. Each time the cigar buried its ashes in his skin, tearing it off, Satsuro felt his chest stinging with ache.
But the young boy didn't show any signs of pain. He just held his breath for as long as he could and let his anger show off within his eyes. His bloodshot eyes were burning with insane fury.
His tormenter looked surprised.
"I'm impressed myself. You will become great, my boy. And I'll help you achieve that greatness." The fat figure withdrew his torture instrument and turned away, walking towards a door at the end of the room.
He stopped just before exiting the room and turned his head to Satsura.
"Oh, almost forgot: The name is Hakata. Your name, boy." Hakata grinned once more, before leaving Satsuro alone in the dark room. With only his thoughts to continue torturing him.
-
Night had dawned on the city of Tokyo, the moon desperately trying to shine brighter than the streetlights of the metropolis. Lampposts, glistening with blinding brightness were the companions of anxious drivers, drunkards and everybody else who insisted on staying awake.
But where Gogo stood, there was no artificial illumination of any kind. There was only the desolate, mournful lunar light supporting her beautiful eyes. The adolescent slayer was standing in front of an abandoned factory, afar off any population.
The beauty stood still, her left hand clenched in a fist and the right hand gripping the samurai sword. She stood alone, not a single soul beside her. Gogo was bracing herself for a fierce battle – the factory had never been deserted.
"So, Hakata's boys are in here? They sure know how to pick the right surroundings." Gogo said, her eyes reconnoitering the area around the seemingly forsaken plant.
The door was a massive steely tower of metal, and was way too inconvenient to be used regularly. There had to be another way inside and Yubari started looking for windows and openings in the wall.
Her persistence was awarded with the sound of a cough and a cigarette dropping out of a hole in the left wall, up above. Yakuza thugs were never considered bright and this one was no exception.
Gogo swiftly grabbed a small dent in the left wall and climbed up, keeping as silent as possible. The latex suit was indeed very practical, serving as a tight second skin and never limiting her movements.
Soon, she was high up on the wall, hanging next to the small opening that the guard had so foolishly used as a garbage disposal. Just because the building looked archaic and cheap from the outside, didn't mean that it looked the same way inside.
Young Yubari instantly found a bizarre looking stone, which distinguished itself in form and color from his grey comrades. Gogo looked through the small hole and noticed the guard was already gone from his post.
She hit the strange stone with her foot and suddenly the wall she was holding on to turned inside out and back again as soon as Gogo had let go of it. The girl was now standing on an expensive, Persian rug and a weird lamp was hanging above her head.
"Looks more like Arab paradise, than a Yakuza residence." Gogo remarked to herself.
Kisaru had told her about this place, although he never mentioned Hakata's love for the Orient. But at least she was closer to her goal than she had expected before.
Hakata's obsession with security had lessened ever since O-Ren had died. He was always afraid that he'd share Boss Tanaka's fate of getting his head sliced off when he wasn't paying attention.
But, much to Gogo's satisfaction, he loosened up. No more bodyguards running around and seclusion in his home. But he would never get away with this new lifestyle. Young Yubari was just the quickest – there were countless other people demanding his early departure from this world.
Gogo's feet were quietly tapping the carpet underneath them as she quickly reached the next room. Two guards were playing Shogi – a Japanese chess- based board game. It demanded full concentration from both sides and Gogo could have walked right past them if a third thug hadn't suddenly appeared out of a small room, probably a toilet.
Gogo swiftly leaped backwards into the corridor, as the third guy started cursing at the two, very mad at their decision to play Shogi when they were supposed to be patrolling the area for intruders.
The two rose up from their table, visibly annoyed with having to leave the game and too focused on pitying themselves to react quickly enough to Yubari's sudden appearance.
Gogo's celerity was almost unreal and her sword was piercing through the guards before they even blinked their eyes. The girl sliced the sword through the stomach of the first thug and then rapidly shot the blade to the left, crimson blood shooting out of the guard's belly.
A gyration at cyberspeed and Gogo let her blade come down on the second guard's head with sheer animal force. The sharp metal cut through his skull and further, granting a quick death.
The third looked harder – he advanced with high speed, thrusting his sword forward but Gogo simply sidestepped his attack and let her hand edge connect with the man's throat.
He coughed hard, nabbing for air as Gogo let her blade slice him up from underneath. She placed the blade between his legs and stroke upward. The sword cut through his spinal column, letting the thug suffer with unimaginable pain until his very last breath.
Gogo had almost forgotten how reckless she always was in battle – all that sweet talking with Renee hadn't done her any good. She even felt pity while executing the three worthless bastards.
She shook her head, getting rid of these rather new emotions and proceeded on, reaching an elevator. She got inside, taking battle stance and preparing for further combat but as the doors opened when it reached ground floor, there was nobody around.
Gogo stepped out, surprised at the absolute lack of security. To freak out each time you see a dog and carry hundreds of bodyguards around with you is one thing, but no security at all was foolish, not to mention dangerous.
But soon Gogo heard voices, coming out of a large chamber in front of her. She quietly went on and saw a strange picture: a young boy, encircled by nine thugs, both sides armed with swords.
The sight intrigued Gogo and she felt slight commiseration for the young man, who wouldn't stand a chance against Hakata's gang. Gogo decided to step in after it was over and finish them off then. But fate had it coming differently.
-
Satsuro felt completely confused: one moment the bastard is calling him son, the next he is burning him up with his cigar. Then he leaves him alone and seconds later these guys drag him outside, give him a sword and tell him to fight.
He smirked: at least he was armed and clothed again. He could fight for real, at last. Satsuro felt the anger awake within his soul; it was feeding his muscles with energy. He felt as the blood started flowing faster and his heart pumped at double speed.
His confused face slowly changed to a confident one. His eyes flashed with fire and his fists clenched together so hard that his nails made his palms bleed. But Satsuro didn't care: he was ready for a fierce fight.
"Come on, attack me you pathetic little faggots! I bet Hataka promised to fuck the one who kills me off first personally! Fuck him real good! Well come on! Go earn yourself your present!"
His voice sounded as mocking as he had never expected it to be. It was working: the thugs were coming closer. The tension rose with every second. They all waited for someone to set them off.
Gogo's words couldn't have come at a better moment.
"I think they'd rather fuck me!" She said, everybody turning towards her. "Don't you think?" She said leaning onto the handle of her sword, elegantly posing.
Satsuro knew this was his chance. His sword went through the first two guards like a knife through butter, splattering their blood all over the floor. Gogo leaped forward with a somersault, landing next to Satsuro, turning her back to him.
"I guess you're my guardian angel." Satsuro said, with irony all over his face.
"Who says I won't kill you after finishing them off?" Gogo asked playfully.
"Because I'm cute." Satsuro said, desperately trying to concentrate on the dramatic situation.
"I've had better." Gogo stated before Hakata's thugs exploded and attacked them from all sides.
The fight split up in two groups: the ones fighting Gogo and the ones battling Satsuro.
Gogo dodged the sloppy attack of her first competitive and let him slide onto the ground while her sword ripped through his shoulder plate and relieved him of his left arm.
The next three attacked at once from left, right and from the front. Gogo had to be fast. She let the attacker from the left slip his sword past her, as she turned at the last moment. The sword buried itself in the guard who was assaulting from the right, killing him instantly.
Gogo fell on her spine, eluding the frontal attack. She then ejected her legs onto the assaulter's stomach at great pace, throwing him to the floor while the aggressor from the left was desperately trying to get his sword out of his buddy's chest.
With an elegant movement, Gogo decapitated the poor guy and then jumped towards the assailant, who was lying on the floor. Two rapid movements ripped his bilge in two and he almost melted on the floor.
Meanwhile, Satsuro was having trouble of his own. Two guys were attacking him with great force from opposite sides. He was barely able to block the attacks, inverting his body every time.
Then, an idea hit him and he blocked the next attack from the left, pushing his assailant away with all his strength. The thug fell on the floor, awarding Satsuro with enough time to block the attack from the other side and advance towards the other opponent.
His skill was impressive and his fast movements soon brought his enemy to his knees. Satsuro finished him off, jumping onto his shoulders and inserting the blade into his collarbone.
His earlier foe was already wielding his blade in front of him but Satsuro used all his strength, jumping off the dead thug's shoulders and overleaping his enemy, his heel hitting the back of the guard's head. Then, with amazing grace, he backflipped, and the thug's head was lying right between his legs when he landed. His blade went through his torso without any resistance.
One remained, unsure how far he was willing to go for Hakata's sake. But Gogo didn't intend on waiting for him to make up his mind.
She threw her blade horizontally, and the thug froze as it passed his throat, almost ripping it off his body.
Satsuro picked up her sword and threw it cautiously back over to Gogo. The girl smirked, catching it with her right hand.
"I don't know what to say...I guess 'thanks'!" Satsuro said, rubbing the back of his head.
Gogo shook her head and turned around, walking out of the room.
"Hey, wait!" Satsuro shouted, following her. He ran over to her and grabbed Gogo by the shoulder, almost getting his head cut off as she turned around, stretching out her sword.
She looked at him, already regretting saving him earlier. "Touch me again and you'll join them." She said, nodding towards the dead guards. "You looked helpless and I saved you, now you can get the hell out of here!"
Satsuro almost laughed. "No offense there, girl, but I could have handled them all by myself."
Gogo walked over to him, gripping the sword with her left hand. "Really...?" She said and put her left hand on Satsuro's cheek, making it go slightly red.
In an instant, she had whammed him in the face with the sword handle and kicked away his sword. She tightly grabbed his head, looking at his bleeding face. "Get the fuck away!" She said in an angry voice, emphasizing every syllable.
Suddenly, Satsuro's head jerked slightly and he slammed his forehead into Gogo's pretty visage, throwing her to the ground. He quickly reached his sword and put it to her throat while she was slowly rising to her feet.
"Not bad!" She said, letting out a small cough. Both their faces were covered in blood, from their impulsive actions and they were both more than mad at each other.
"The only thing I'm asking for is to help me find this Hakata and his buddy Romeo. And if you help me kill them, I won't bother you any longer." Satsuro said, his voice half pleading, half demanding.
Yubari spat out some blood and smiled at him. "Fuck you."
"I'd hate to interrupt your charming little flirt, but it seems that you mentioned my name earlier." Romeo said, stepping into the light of the room.
"Shit!" Satsuro cursed, turning towards him. Gogo got up swiftly, lifting her sword.
Romeo startled slightly when he saw the young girl's face. "Yubari?"
Retsuja's expression turned to surprised. "He knows you?" He asked the girl.
"Yeah, I'm kinda famous." Gogo replied, still looking at the tall man in front of them.
Romeo took a few steps forward. "It'll be a pleasure, young Gogo." He smiled as he took out his long sword.
"You have a cool sounding name." Satsuro said, once again distracting her from the situation.
Gogo stepped forward, swinging her blade, which had gotten heavy from all the blood on it. "So I've heard." She said, not taking her eyes off her opponent.
But before she could react, Satsuro grabbed her by the hand and started running away. He dragged her inside the elevator and hit the up-button rapidly. Romeo started running after them.
"Let me go, what are you doing?" Gogo shouted but Satsuro just didn't let loose of her hand.
"Trust me, if we fight that guy, we die. All we can do now is get the hell out of here. Damn it, move!" He yelled at the elevator.
As if it had heard his pleads, the door shut and the lift suddenly started. Satsuro smiled with satisfaction as Romeo's sword hit the door from the outside.
He let go of Gogo's hand, and received a slap on the face. Tired, he touched his cheek. "I think I got hit over the face enough, don't you think?" He said, not bothering to respond.
Yubari was raging: she was actually fleeing. For the first time, she was escaping from the enemy – the thought drove her crazy.
But the guy sounded seriously concerned about her. The shock that somebody, who she didn't know anything about, was caring about her, was even bigger. It was the best feeling she had ever experienced.
"We leave through that wall." Gogo said, when the elevator stopped and opened its door.
Soon, they were outside and already running away. They ran away from the factory, following a small highway. Satsuro stopped an oncoming car, and threw out all who sat inside it, taking their place.
Gogo took the driver's seat and accelerated, the tires squealing as she made a full turn and hit the gas with fury. In a flash, the car had vanished, leaving its former owners behind.
She was standing in Renee's basement, a small, dark room and the older woman was holding a dark sheath with both her hands. Gogo slowly put both her palms forward and Renee let the sheath glide onto them.
Gogo grasped the handle with caution and subtly let it slide out of the sheath. The blade reflected her face as she pulled it out. She held it forward, her hands tightly clamping the handle.
"It's beautiful." She said feeling charmed by the weapon.
Renee smiled lightly. "I thought your instrument was the chain."
Gogo smirked. "Yeah, but swords have much more elegancy to them."
She stopped for a second and turned her face towards Renee.
"I need a weapon." She said, giving the woman a pleading glance.
The older woman sighed. "Take it, it was a gift from O-Ren and I never used it anyway." She resigned to young Yubari's wishes.
The two returned to the living room and Renee grabbed hold of a phone, placed next to a flower vase.
"I'll call Kisaru." She said, once more turning slightly sad of the thought of Gogo working for the Yakuza.
"You think he'll accept?" Gogo asked with curiosity.
"I'm sure he'll wet himself first. But then he'll accept." Renee laughed.
She abruptly stopped when she heard a rough voice on the other end.
"Kisaru-san? Yes...yes Renee. How are you? Really...I'm glad for you. I'd hate to bother you but a dear friend of mine has arrived at my house this morning and she would love to meet you soon. Her name is Gogo..."
Renee couldn't even sense Kisaru breathing into the phone anymore – Gogo's name had quite the desired effect.
"What? Yes, Yubari. No she's not. I'm sure: she's standing right in front of me. So you're accepting the offer?"
Kisaru let out such a yell that Renee had to hold the phone out at range, not to turn deaf. She put her hand on the microphone.
"As I said, he's more than happy about this, Gogo." She said, getting bored with Kisaru's passion for young girls. She then returned to Kisaru, quickly set the meeting point and put the phone on-hook.
"You know what you're getting yourself into, right?" Renee said, putting her left hand on the young girl's head and stroking her fingers through her dark hair.
"I can take on his whole shitty gang at once, don't worry. I only need him to get to Hakata. And then you'll probably be seeing the bastards kissing my feet on a daily basis." Gogo stated, once again calming Renee down.
After the two had bid each other farewell, Gogo took the sword and walked out of the house in her new outfit, already drawing some sight of a passing gang of teens.
"Soon, very soon, you pricks won't even dare to think about looking at me." Gogo silently said, as she walked over to Renee's car. She plugged in the key that Renee gave her earlier and drove off.
-
The water that flew out of the bucket into Satsuro's face was ice cold. His body shrugged as the young man instantly woke up and saw that he was chained to a wall, with his jacket and shirt stripped off.
"You made quite the impression on Romeo, you know that boy?" An acrid voice sounded from behind him.
The proud owner of the voice presented himself to Satsuro. The boy could see a fat, disgustingly smelling man, choking on a cigar that had more personality to it than the man himself.
"And you should know it's pretty hard to impress a fucker like him – he's seen the best." The man continued his lecture.
Satsuro felt a strange sensation in his body. He slowly realized that he didn't feel any pain what so ever, even though his arms and chest looked badly hurt. They drugged him with something, perhaps some painkiller.
"I always knew that my genes were special. And you're a living example for it." The man laughed as the cigar fell out of his mouth.
Satsuro was trying not to listen to what the man was telling him. He couldn't believe that after all these years, this fucker presented him with the fact of being his father and was thinking he could get away with killing the people who raised him his entire life.
"Won't you even look at your daddy, boy?" The fat creature in front of him asked, laughing vigorously.
The young man raised his head and spat as much as he could right into his father's face. The man wiped his face in disgust and picked up the slightly glowing cigar. For the next few minutes, all he did was slowly burn up Satsuro's chest.
Even the painkiller couldn't prevent the young man's body from hurting deliriously. Each time the cigar buried its ashes in his skin, tearing it off, Satsuro felt his chest stinging with ache.
But the young boy didn't show any signs of pain. He just held his breath for as long as he could and let his anger show off within his eyes. His bloodshot eyes were burning with insane fury.
His tormenter looked surprised.
"I'm impressed myself. You will become great, my boy. And I'll help you achieve that greatness." The fat figure withdrew his torture instrument and turned away, walking towards a door at the end of the room.
He stopped just before exiting the room and turned his head to Satsura.
"Oh, almost forgot: The name is Hakata. Your name, boy." Hakata grinned once more, before leaving Satsuro alone in the dark room. With only his thoughts to continue torturing him.
-
Night had dawned on the city of Tokyo, the moon desperately trying to shine brighter than the streetlights of the metropolis. Lampposts, glistening with blinding brightness were the companions of anxious drivers, drunkards and everybody else who insisted on staying awake.
But where Gogo stood, there was no artificial illumination of any kind. There was only the desolate, mournful lunar light supporting her beautiful eyes. The adolescent slayer was standing in front of an abandoned factory, afar off any population.
The beauty stood still, her left hand clenched in a fist and the right hand gripping the samurai sword. She stood alone, not a single soul beside her. Gogo was bracing herself for a fierce battle – the factory had never been deserted.
"So, Hakata's boys are in here? They sure know how to pick the right surroundings." Gogo said, her eyes reconnoitering the area around the seemingly forsaken plant.
The door was a massive steely tower of metal, and was way too inconvenient to be used regularly. There had to be another way inside and Yubari started looking for windows and openings in the wall.
Her persistence was awarded with the sound of a cough and a cigarette dropping out of a hole in the left wall, up above. Yakuza thugs were never considered bright and this one was no exception.
Gogo swiftly grabbed a small dent in the left wall and climbed up, keeping as silent as possible. The latex suit was indeed very practical, serving as a tight second skin and never limiting her movements.
Soon, she was high up on the wall, hanging next to the small opening that the guard had so foolishly used as a garbage disposal. Just because the building looked archaic and cheap from the outside, didn't mean that it looked the same way inside.
Young Yubari instantly found a bizarre looking stone, which distinguished itself in form and color from his grey comrades. Gogo looked through the small hole and noticed the guard was already gone from his post.
She hit the strange stone with her foot and suddenly the wall she was holding on to turned inside out and back again as soon as Gogo had let go of it. The girl was now standing on an expensive, Persian rug and a weird lamp was hanging above her head.
"Looks more like Arab paradise, than a Yakuza residence." Gogo remarked to herself.
Kisaru had told her about this place, although he never mentioned Hakata's love for the Orient. But at least she was closer to her goal than she had expected before.
Hakata's obsession with security had lessened ever since O-Ren had died. He was always afraid that he'd share Boss Tanaka's fate of getting his head sliced off when he wasn't paying attention.
But, much to Gogo's satisfaction, he loosened up. No more bodyguards running around and seclusion in his home. But he would never get away with this new lifestyle. Young Yubari was just the quickest – there were countless other people demanding his early departure from this world.
Gogo's feet were quietly tapping the carpet underneath them as she quickly reached the next room. Two guards were playing Shogi – a Japanese chess- based board game. It demanded full concentration from both sides and Gogo could have walked right past them if a third thug hadn't suddenly appeared out of a small room, probably a toilet.
Gogo swiftly leaped backwards into the corridor, as the third guy started cursing at the two, very mad at their decision to play Shogi when they were supposed to be patrolling the area for intruders.
The two rose up from their table, visibly annoyed with having to leave the game and too focused on pitying themselves to react quickly enough to Yubari's sudden appearance.
Gogo's celerity was almost unreal and her sword was piercing through the guards before they even blinked their eyes. The girl sliced the sword through the stomach of the first thug and then rapidly shot the blade to the left, crimson blood shooting out of the guard's belly.
A gyration at cyberspeed and Gogo let her blade come down on the second guard's head with sheer animal force. The sharp metal cut through his skull and further, granting a quick death.
The third looked harder – he advanced with high speed, thrusting his sword forward but Gogo simply sidestepped his attack and let her hand edge connect with the man's throat.
He coughed hard, nabbing for air as Gogo let her blade slice him up from underneath. She placed the blade between his legs and stroke upward. The sword cut through his spinal column, letting the thug suffer with unimaginable pain until his very last breath.
Gogo had almost forgotten how reckless she always was in battle – all that sweet talking with Renee hadn't done her any good. She even felt pity while executing the three worthless bastards.
She shook her head, getting rid of these rather new emotions and proceeded on, reaching an elevator. She got inside, taking battle stance and preparing for further combat but as the doors opened when it reached ground floor, there was nobody around.
Gogo stepped out, surprised at the absolute lack of security. To freak out each time you see a dog and carry hundreds of bodyguards around with you is one thing, but no security at all was foolish, not to mention dangerous.
But soon Gogo heard voices, coming out of a large chamber in front of her. She quietly went on and saw a strange picture: a young boy, encircled by nine thugs, both sides armed with swords.
The sight intrigued Gogo and she felt slight commiseration for the young man, who wouldn't stand a chance against Hakata's gang. Gogo decided to step in after it was over and finish them off then. But fate had it coming differently.
-
Satsuro felt completely confused: one moment the bastard is calling him son, the next he is burning him up with his cigar. Then he leaves him alone and seconds later these guys drag him outside, give him a sword and tell him to fight.
He smirked: at least he was armed and clothed again. He could fight for real, at last. Satsuro felt the anger awake within his soul; it was feeding his muscles with energy. He felt as the blood started flowing faster and his heart pumped at double speed.
His confused face slowly changed to a confident one. His eyes flashed with fire and his fists clenched together so hard that his nails made his palms bleed. But Satsuro didn't care: he was ready for a fierce fight.
"Come on, attack me you pathetic little faggots! I bet Hataka promised to fuck the one who kills me off first personally! Fuck him real good! Well come on! Go earn yourself your present!"
His voice sounded as mocking as he had never expected it to be. It was working: the thugs were coming closer. The tension rose with every second. They all waited for someone to set them off.
Gogo's words couldn't have come at a better moment.
"I think they'd rather fuck me!" She said, everybody turning towards her. "Don't you think?" She said leaning onto the handle of her sword, elegantly posing.
Satsuro knew this was his chance. His sword went through the first two guards like a knife through butter, splattering their blood all over the floor. Gogo leaped forward with a somersault, landing next to Satsuro, turning her back to him.
"I guess you're my guardian angel." Satsuro said, with irony all over his face.
"Who says I won't kill you after finishing them off?" Gogo asked playfully.
"Because I'm cute." Satsuro said, desperately trying to concentrate on the dramatic situation.
"I've had better." Gogo stated before Hakata's thugs exploded and attacked them from all sides.
The fight split up in two groups: the ones fighting Gogo and the ones battling Satsuro.
Gogo dodged the sloppy attack of her first competitive and let him slide onto the ground while her sword ripped through his shoulder plate and relieved him of his left arm.
The next three attacked at once from left, right and from the front. Gogo had to be fast. She let the attacker from the left slip his sword past her, as she turned at the last moment. The sword buried itself in the guard who was assaulting from the right, killing him instantly.
Gogo fell on her spine, eluding the frontal attack. She then ejected her legs onto the assaulter's stomach at great pace, throwing him to the floor while the aggressor from the left was desperately trying to get his sword out of his buddy's chest.
With an elegant movement, Gogo decapitated the poor guy and then jumped towards the assailant, who was lying on the floor. Two rapid movements ripped his bilge in two and he almost melted on the floor.
Meanwhile, Satsuro was having trouble of his own. Two guys were attacking him with great force from opposite sides. He was barely able to block the attacks, inverting his body every time.
Then, an idea hit him and he blocked the next attack from the left, pushing his assailant away with all his strength. The thug fell on the floor, awarding Satsuro with enough time to block the attack from the other side and advance towards the other opponent.
His skill was impressive and his fast movements soon brought his enemy to his knees. Satsuro finished him off, jumping onto his shoulders and inserting the blade into his collarbone.
His earlier foe was already wielding his blade in front of him but Satsuro used all his strength, jumping off the dead thug's shoulders and overleaping his enemy, his heel hitting the back of the guard's head. Then, with amazing grace, he backflipped, and the thug's head was lying right between his legs when he landed. His blade went through his torso without any resistance.
One remained, unsure how far he was willing to go for Hakata's sake. But Gogo didn't intend on waiting for him to make up his mind.
She threw her blade horizontally, and the thug froze as it passed his throat, almost ripping it off his body.
Satsuro picked up her sword and threw it cautiously back over to Gogo. The girl smirked, catching it with her right hand.
"I don't know what to say...I guess 'thanks'!" Satsuro said, rubbing the back of his head.
Gogo shook her head and turned around, walking out of the room.
"Hey, wait!" Satsuro shouted, following her. He ran over to her and grabbed Gogo by the shoulder, almost getting his head cut off as she turned around, stretching out her sword.
She looked at him, already regretting saving him earlier. "Touch me again and you'll join them." She said, nodding towards the dead guards. "You looked helpless and I saved you, now you can get the hell out of here!"
Satsuro almost laughed. "No offense there, girl, but I could have handled them all by myself."
Gogo walked over to him, gripping the sword with her left hand. "Really...?" She said and put her left hand on Satsuro's cheek, making it go slightly red.
In an instant, she had whammed him in the face with the sword handle and kicked away his sword. She tightly grabbed his head, looking at his bleeding face. "Get the fuck away!" She said in an angry voice, emphasizing every syllable.
Suddenly, Satsuro's head jerked slightly and he slammed his forehead into Gogo's pretty visage, throwing her to the ground. He quickly reached his sword and put it to her throat while she was slowly rising to her feet.
"Not bad!" She said, letting out a small cough. Both their faces were covered in blood, from their impulsive actions and they were both more than mad at each other.
"The only thing I'm asking for is to help me find this Hakata and his buddy Romeo. And if you help me kill them, I won't bother you any longer." Satsuro said, his voice half pleading, half demanding.
Yubari spat out some blood and smiled at him. "Fuck you."
"I'd hate to interrupt your charming little flirt, but it seems that you mentioned my name earlier." Romeo said, stepping into the light of the room.
"Shit!" Satsuro cursed, turning towards him. Gogo got up swiftly, lifting her sword.
Romeo startled slightly when he saw the young girl's face. "Yubari?"
Retsuja's expression turned to surprised. "He knows you?" He asked the girl.
"Yeah, I'm kinda famous." Gogo replied, still looking at the tall man in front of them.
Romeo took a few steps forward. "It'll be a pleasure, young Gogo." He smiled as he took out his long sword.
"You have a cool sounding name." Satsuro said, once again distracting her from the situation.
Gogo stepped forward, swinging her blade, which had gotten heavy from all the blood on it. "So I've heard." She said, not taking her eyes off her opponent.
But before she could react, Satsuro grabbed her by the hand and started running away. He dragged her inside the elevator and hit the up-button rapidly. Romeo started running after them.
"Let me go, what are you doing?" Gogo shouted but Satsuro just didn't let loose of her hand.
"Trust me, if we fight that guy, we die. All we can do now is get the hell out of here. Damn it, move!" He yelled at the elevator.
As if it had heard his pleads, the door shut and the lift suddenly started. Satsuro smiled with satisfaction as Romeo's sword hit the door from the outside.
He let go of Gogo's hand, and received a slap on the face. Tired, he touched his cheek. "I think I got hit over the face enough, don't you think?" He said, not bothering to respond.
Yubari was raging: she was actually fleeing. For the first time, she was escaping from the enemy – the thought drove her crazy.
But the guy sounded seriously concerned about her. The shock that somebody, who she didn't know anything about, was caring about her, was even bigger. It was the best feeling she had ever experienced.
"We leave through that wall." Gogo said, when the elevator stopped and opened its door.
Soon, they were outside and already running away. They ran away from the factory, following a small highway. Satsuro stopped an oncoming car, and threw out all who sat inside it, taking their place.
Gogo took the driver's seat and accelerated, the tires squealing as she made a full turn and hit the gas with fury. In a flash, the car had vanished, leaving its former owners behind.