Romeo looked at the wall clock – 3:30 AM. Coughing down hard, he sighed and lied down on his bed again. It was already his third pack of cigarettes since he had first heard about Kiruga's farewell present to him and his guards.
Never, in his whole life, had Romeo ever mourned the dead. That would have been simply way too time consuming and quite inadequate and inappropriate for a man with his métier. But right now, his heart was convulsing with pain while his mind was convulsing with fear.
If Gogo and her new lover were able to convince a killer with such phenomenal abilities like Kiruga to fight for them and to sacrifice his own life for their sake, then they had become extremely dangerous. So dangerous, that Romeo felt he would need assistance himself, just for security reasons. There was no more thought of eradicating them. That had been going on too badly for too long.
Romeo's thoughts had made his surroundings completely obsolete to his mind and he didn't even see the gun being pointed at him, before a smooth female voice rudely interrupted his contemplation.
"I give you exactly ten seconds to prove you're serious before I unload this gun into your face."
Suddenly the expression on the woman's face changed slightly, as the barrel of another gun was rapidly pressed into her neck. Romeo's white guard had sneaked up behind the sneaker.
"The unspoken word is sufficient, don't you agree?" Romeo said, turning his head towards the nocturne visitor.
The woman stepped forward, dropping her gun and her face was revealed to Romeo. But while he was admiring her classy looks, he didn't notice how fast she withdrew a small knife from her pants and shoved it into the poor guard, standing behind her.
The pauper collapsed to the ground as the woman lifted her gun up into the air with foot and gripped it in her right hand, pointing it back at Romeo.
"Indeed it is. I bet he knew the value of it." She said, shoving the corpse aside with her shoe.
"You didn't have todo that." Romeo icily replied.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"What I'm talking about is that I've lost over two dozen of my best men over the past few weeks and that you didn't necessarily have to add another one to that list!"
"You lost a fucking thug, big deal."
"They ain't thugs, they've all been trained by me."
"You should have stuck to being a killer."
"You didn't have tokill the fucking kid, dammit."
"Yeah, I didn't." The lady agreed. "But I did, ok? And that's fucking that."
Romeo stared at her for a second and then shook his head, before reaching for his pack of cigarettes.
"Where's that sleazy, no good hand of yours think she's going?"
Romeo presented the pack to the female's eyes, offering the lady a cigarette, before he suddenly jerked forward and wrested the gun from her hand, now pointing it in her direction.
"Shut the fuck up and sit down on that chair." He ordered in a cold voice, nodding towards the chair next to the bed.
The gun barrel accompanied the lady's motion right until she finally sat her ass down.
"Hands on your shanks, little lady."
The lady obeyed, letting out a small sigh, a nice, warm smile on her face.
"Right, here's the deal: I say things only once and I hate being interrupted whilst I'm saying them, so while I'm talking just nod or shake your head for 'yes' and 'no' respectively, comprende?"
She replied with a formal nod.
"Splendid. Shall we?"
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When Gogo entered the room, everybody rose from their seat and looked in her direction. But she walked past, almost as if she hadn't noticed and only then turned around, now fronting her whole audience.
"I'd like to start, so take your seats." She commenced, her voice as strong and confident as ever.
Satsuro and Vivienne sat down next to each other, Kiruga's men sitting next to them in one row, facing Gogo, with troubled expressions on their faces.
"This past week has changed our lives." She coughed, now raising her voice.
"We mourn those who have fell, fighting for us. And we salute those who have survived. But it is now when we have to face our most difficult challenge."
Gogo approached her auditors, her hands crossed on her chest.
"We no longer want to be part of Tokyo. We want to become Tokyo. And we will."
She smirked, looking at the pessimistic visages of Kiruga's combatants.
"We will eradicate those who have stood in our way for too long and gotten away with it too often. We will seek and find new friends and new fighters to aid us in our battle. And now is the time to do so."
Gogo paused for a second, glancing at her team of killers that were preparing to start the bloodiest war that New Age Tokyo had ever seen or even imagined.
"Right now, is when the wealthiest and most powerful bosses are in panic, and they're panicking because of our achievements. Hiding from them, holding back is the sure road to perdition for all of us. In order to survive, we must attack them. This may be the one chance any of us could ever have hoped to get once in his life."
She smiled, with her back turned to her batallion.
"And you may feel certain when you reckon I'm not gonna miss out on that one."
She turned around, her eyes glowing with delight at the anticipation of what she had just effectuated with her petty pathos-ridden speech: her audience, slow but sure, was getting aroused by those simple, overblown statements she had just fired off.
Gogo Yubari was deeply satisfied.