Disclaimer: I still don't own Gogo Yubari
Author's note: This chapter got a little shorter, but I hope it makes up for it with weird humor, enjoy!
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Sasturo and Gogo had searched all Tokyo, every dark and somber alley as well as practically every cheap club. But all they found were drunkards and junkies.
They needed allies to be able to fight off Hakata's gang that was already chasing them all around the capital. No doubt, the two were highly skilled and capable of ripping apart dozens of his thugs, but Hakata had hundreds of them.
Plus, Romeo, Hakata's private bodyguard and main assassin had troops of his own that were trained since childhood and were like his personal slaves.
So they continued searching, all morning and all day.
It was already evening, when they reached this joint called "La Granda" – a hangout for rock fans as well as complete psychos and perverts.
They were both completely exhausted. "I think today I met more maniacs then back when I was with O-Ren." Gogo said, leaning onto Satsuro's back.
"Tell me about it, I feel like I've been living with junkies my entire life." He said, snipping away his cigarette.
To their questionable delight, a shabby-looking girl popped out, flying out of the front door, right into Satsuro's hands. She screamed like crazy and started running away in zigzags, banging her head against the walls with steady rhythm.
"This looks like fun." Gogo said, very amused with that weird girl. Satsuro face-palmed with quiet anger as they entered the place and almost went deaf from the loud music.
A group called the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club was playing their second set when Satsuro and Gogo arrived. The young man knew that group and liked their music.
"Man, they ought to be playing concerts instead of entertaining this kind of crowd." Satsuro said, shaking his head as they sat at one of the few tables that the place had to offer.
A waiter, who looked really fucked-up, slipped on his way to the couple and banged his jaw on their table, landing on the floor.
"Shit!" Gogo said as she kicked his body away from their table.
The band started using the scabby special effects machine that the stage had to offer, the lurid lights blinding half the spectators who were in front of the stage.
Satsuro leaned over to Gogo's ear. "I don't think we'll find anybody here either." Gogo nodded in agreement and they stood up from their table, dodging a beer bottle that flew across the room and hit the wall behind them.
And just as our main couple wanted to walk out of the joint, slightly disappointed with their search results – a weird thing happened:
A European-looking girl with blonde hair reaching to her ass, dressed in a tight blue overall, stepped over to the band and started kissing them. First the guitarist, then the singer/bassist and finally the drummer...
Gogo couldn't hold her laughter at the spectacular incident that was taking place in front of their eyes. The band looked pleased, to say the least, while some guys in uniforms were already climbing the stage.
"So, the only thing these security fuckers do is to save the band from girls..." Satsuro said, rubbing his chin.
"I wanna help her." Gogo decided and started walking towards the stage, pushing aside the drunken crowd.
But just as she wanted to climb the bandstand and get those guards off the blonde girl, she was forced to duck quickly as two of them came flying off of it.
The girl had thrown them off the stage, how cool was that?
While the blonde was dealing with a third guy, Gogo went over to the two security officers who were splattered all over the floor and took out her sword, as they wanted to stand up.
"Make a move and I'll be eating your limbs for shashlik." Gogo said with a bone-chilling voice.
The two nodded and remained completely still.
Meanwhile the blonde girl was bashing the third guard's head against the drum set, as the band continued playing. She hit him long enough for his ears to start bleeding before she tossed him off the stage, unconscious.
"Shut up!" Gogo shouted at the band and they rapidly stopped. She climbed the stage, after knocking out the two guards she was patrolling and went over to the girl.
"What's your name?" She asked the blonde.
The girl approached Gogo, licking her upper lip with delight as she fronted her. Gogo's face remained calm while the blonde slowly walked around her. She placed her mouth to Yubari's ear.
"Who wants to know?" She asked, whispering erotically.
Gogo's face went up in a smile as she turned around and pulled the girl towards her, stroking her long hair.
"I ask the questions." She moaned, placing a kiss on the blonde's neck and arousing the crowd around them.
Satsuro's face was changing from red to purple, watching his girlfriend smother the blonde with gentle kisses that were returned equally tender.
He rubbed his neck, struggling with the thought of slicing them both in half and feeding them to the assemblage that had formed a tight circle around them.
"Vivienne." The blonde finally answered Gogo's question.
"Gogo." She answered as they both stopped their stirring show for a moment.
"I'd hate to bother you two sexy little kittens but it seems that we have a small problem." Satsuro said, getting rid of the spectators around them and trying to sound as calm as possible.
"And who is this cutie?" Vivienne asked, flashing her eyes.
"He's mine." Gogo said smiling, as she let go of Vivienne's body and the two girls chuckled with delight.
Satsuro merely shook his head and pointed to the entrance. Five guys, dressed in white suits and bandanas and grasping sword sheaths, stood there, barely moving a muscle.
"Wow, they look familiar." Gogo said, referring to the similarity between their and Romeo's garment.
"Yeah and that means trouble." Satsuro said, weighing the possible outcome of the battle and not coming to a positive conclusion.
If they were even half as skilled as Romeo, the three wouldn't stand a chance.
Suddenly, one of the five suits walked up to them, a cream colored sheath in his hand. The crowd was slowly flooding outside, and the band was packing their instruments as silently as possible.
"Your father sends his regards." The white suit said, slightly bowing to Satsuro.
Gogo turned her head to her lover, her face turning serious. "What the fuck is he talking about?" She asked, her voice quivering.
"Hakata, he's..." Satsuro said, receiving a fierce slap to his face.
He stopped her the second time Gogo tried to hit his face, grabbing her arm tightly.
"He's not my father, Gogo. My parents are dead." He said, his voice filled with cold anger as he turned his head to the white suit, who was fairly enjoying their clinch.
Gogo relaxed – this really wasn't the time for settling relationship problems.
"And I'll kill anyone who says the opposite." Satsuro said with a calm expression on his face, as he fronted the white-garbed man, balling his fists and tightening the grip around his black sheath.
"Your wish is my-"
Sadly, or maybe not, but he never finished his sentence as Vivienne's gun blasted a neat hole in his head, rudely breaking off their conversation.
The French turned to the remaining four, pulling out a second gun and leveling both at their heads.
"You need 10 seconds to get over here and my two babies need 2 to blow your fucking heads clean off." She said, a diabolic smile on her face.
"Where's the fucking backdoor to this place?" Gogo shouted at the remaining crowd.
"It's right here, behind the stage." The band's drummer said, pointing to the door behind him.
"Thanks, Nick. You're a sweetie." Vivienne said, changing her voice from mad to pleasant within a second.
The three got out through said entrance, together with the band as the four suits remained at the front entrance.
"Bye guys." Vivienne said, waving her hand to the band while they blew her a kiss and got into their car, driving away.
"We've got to get out of here, fast." Satsuro said regaining his senses that got pretty distorted after Vivienne splattered the white suit's head all over his face.
"Let's grab those bikes over there." Gogo said, pointing to three Yamaha's, leaning onto the club's wall.
Seconds later, they had jump-started the bikes and were already far away from the club, with one thought in their minds: the night had been a complete success...