Disclaimer: (drumroll) I don't own Gogo!
Author note: With all my heart, I would like to thank my very first reviewer - Tokyo Queen Go-Go Yubari. I dedicate this chapter to you, I can't thank you enough.
Please, keep reviewing - the story depends on it!
The ballad I used here is the Celtic traditional tune "Greensleeves" - check out Blackmore's Night version of it, you won't regret it!
Enjoy! (This is probably the most romantic stuff I've ever written...)
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They had left Tokyo soon, with Gogo driving like mad, hitting the pedal to the extreme. Satsuro sighed with relief when they finally stopped at a motel that was desperately trying to imitate a saloon from the Wild West.
"What is it with this trend of western-influenced constructions?" Satsuro said, his hands still trembling from the wild ride.
Gogo smiled softly and got out of the car. Something was changing inside her. She didn't know what it was, but it was something completely new and delighting.
"It's nice to leave the city behind." Gogo said and Satsuro almost fell down with surprise. 'Nice'? He didn't even think that this girl had words of that ilk in her vocabulary.
The motel was completely empty and the owner had fallen asleep on his desk. Satsuro had to close the door with a bang to wake him up. The man shrieked, falling on his back.
"We'd like a room." Satsuro stumbled, looking at Gogo. "Two rooms." He corrected his demands, making Gogo smile with sweet delight.
The owner quickly stood up, utterly excited about his first guests in months.
"Of course! We have the most wonderful honeymoon suites, with romantic views and nice, soft beds-"
Satsuro grabbed him by the hair and pulled him close.
"I said two rooms, you idiot!" He said in quiet anger.
Gogo tried her utmost to restrain from laughing. The thought that this dirty, cheap 'saloon' had any 'romantic views' was indeed entertaining. Plus, Satsuro was very cute, trying to keep his honor, refusing to use the chance to get her into bed.
"Yes, yes, of course!" The short man started apologizing. Satsuro merely shook his head.
The small man showed them to their 'rooms' that looked more like barracks than actual hotel suites.
"We'll pay you tomorrow, just leave us alone right now, ok?" Satsuro said, and the owner didn't dare to disagree, returning to his own room. For the first time for a long time he was very content with his business.
"Well, good night!" Satsuro said, smiling to the girl in the latex outfit.
Gogo just nodded, entering her room and shutting the door behind her. She leaned onto it with her back, closing her eyes.
Retsuja didn't bother treading into his chamber. He silently exited the hotel and sat on the terrace, just outside the building.
For the first time in his life, he cried. His face kept straight, but the tears were running down his cheeks, leaving marks on his face. The cool wind was slightly caressing his dark, coarse hair that was cut slightly short.
He wasn't able to describe the mood that he was in. He felt endless grief for not being there to protect his parents. Anguish filled his soul, when he thought of the man who claimed to be his father. Excitement preoccupied his feelings, when he thought about his future – now so uncertain and vague like never before.
And he was most uncertain with his feelings for that girl, who was sleeping in the room next to him. The girl he saved from certain death, even if it wasn't a heroic rescue – he did save her life. She was so different from all the other girls he ever encountered: strong, gritty, confident and at the same time gorgeously beautiful.
Girls like her attended model contests instead of wielding samurai blades. Even her name was so strangely interesting: Gogo Yubari. He felt strongly attracted to her, although he wasn't sure what her feelings were like.
She was dangerous enough to kill him at any moment, so he had to be careful. Gogo was neither friend nor enemy. At the moment, she was something undefined - A variable with an inchoate value, a chameleon, who could change his skin at any time.
But however blurry his mood was, he couldn't hold back the tears, cascading from his eyes.
"I didn't hear you enter." Gogo's voice soothed from behind. "I though you had left." She spoke, ever so softly.
"I wouldn't come far." Satsuro smirked, wiping the lachrymal from his face. Gogo slowly walked up to him and sat by his side.
"Are you afraid of me?" She suddenly asked, as if she had heard his silent conversation with his mind.
Satsuro turned his head to her. "No. Maybe..." He said, his voice unsure.
Gogo simpered. "I do have that effect on people."
She pulled her right knee close, resting her chin onto it. "I hate that." She said with a bitter smile.
Retsuja wasn't able to stop his right arm as he wrapped it gently around the girl's shoulders and pulled her close to him.
She sighed, slightly opening her mouth to speak out her doubts but not finding the strength for those words. Satsuro's put a finger to her lips.
His dainty smile comforted the girl unlike anything before. Her eyes sparkled with moonlight as she closed them while their lips touched softly.
The lunar light witnessed their first kiss, that grew more passionate with every passing second. The wind breezed, caressing their faces as they gave in to their most inner feelings.
Pale blue tears formed in Gogo's brown eyes, while she pulled her lover closer - afraid of losing him, afraid that all this was a dream.
Satsuro switched off the light in his room and lied down close beside his love. She had already fallen asleep and he was stroking through her hair and gently kissing her skin. The first woman that he ever truly loved, the first woman he was willing to die for.
He gently sang a tune, while caressing his beloved girl. A Celtic tune that he loved with all his heart:
"Alas, my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long, Delighting in your company.
Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves.
Your vows you've broken, like my heart, Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart But my heart remains in captivity.
I have been ready at your hand, To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land, Your love and good-will for to have.
If you intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain A lover in captivity.
Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves.
My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen, And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing, but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing; And yet thou wouldst not love me.
Well, I will pray to God on high, that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die, Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true, Come once again and love me.
Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves."
He tenderly kissed Gogo's forehead and fell asleep, feeling happy for the first time in his life and Gogo cried gently as she swiftly flashed her eyes.
"Thank you." She said, too silently for anyone to hear. "Thank you."
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As morning dawned, the couple was already awake and standing inside the hotel owner's cabinet.
The man woke up and the first thing that his eyes embraced was the edge of Satsuro's sword. He immediately stopped breathing and his pants went wet.
"Morning." Gogo said, standing behind her lover.
The owner nodded slightly. "M-Morning!" He said, barely understanding the situation.
Satsuro put his blade out of the small man's face and threw some money on his table, ultimately confusing the poor guy.
"We said we'd pay you." Satsuro said, smirking.
Gogo then walked over to his bed and sat on his chest, placing her arms on his shoulders. "There's one more thing, though." She said, playfully tickling him.
The owner was desperately trying to understand the logic of what that weird couple was doing but couldn't find any reasonable explanation whatsoever.
"Y-Yes, whatever you want." He said, afraid of what would happen next.
"People will probably come looking for us." Satsuro's harsh voice sounded as he walked over to the bed. He placed his sword on the man's pillow.
"Dangerous people." Gogo said, her eyes glowing in an arcane fashion. The hotel owner's jaw dropped slightly as he imagined those 'dangerous people'.
Sasturo's sword was now next to the small man's ear, almost touching it.
"So what will you tell them?" He asked menacingly.
"N-Nothing. I won't tell them anything about you, I promise." The owner pleaded to Satsuro.
"He's lying." Gogo simply stated, her eyes glowing a hole through the man's head.
Satsuro nodded lightly. "I know."
He gently stroked his temple and smiled gently. "I guess we'll have to do something so he won't say anything, right?"
Then, something really strange happened. Gogo pulled the man close and kissed him passionately, Satsuro looking very amused with the hotel owner's face.
When Gogo had finished licking the man's lips, she jumped off him hastily. The man's face turned green within a second.
"I taste good, don't I?" Gogo asked, very pleased with herself.
But as the man wanted to answer, he vomited all over his bed. The two lovers turned away in disgust as he vomited again.
The man couldn't understand what was going on. But Gogo clarified his not very enviable state.
"I held a small, plastic bag in my mouth and when I kissed you, I pressed out all its content into your throat. It's real wicked shit, that stuff. It'll make you puke each time you'll want to say something." Gogo could barely hold her laughter.
"Don't worry, it'll wear off in a few months, but until then I suggest you keep your ugly little trap shut!" She said, as Satsuro embraced her in a hug.
The man shook his head in disbelief as the two lovebirds walked out of his hotel. Satsuro and Gogo laughed wholeheartedly, hearing another disgusting sound from behind them as they walked out of the motel.
"I hope you weren't jealous back there." Gogo said, twitching Satsuro's left cheek.
"Well, you really didn't have to lick his ugly mouth after you were done." Satsuro said, almost serious.
"Yeah, but at least he'll have something to think about through all these lonely nights." She said as they both smiled, getting into the car.
"So, where to?" Satsuro asked while Gogo grabbed the steering wheel.
"We'll need to recruit a few guys if we want to take Hakata down." Gogo said, folding her bottom lip with her finger.
"So back to Tokyo then." Satsuro said, a worried expression on his face.
"Does something bother you?" Gogo asked, starting the car.
"Yeah, the fact that you're driving." Satsuro answered honestly.
Gogo laughed as she hit the gas. "Don't be a..." She said and drew a 'square' with her index fingers.
Then she drove off, the tires squealing and the car disappearing in the horizon.