Beggars Can't Be Choosers
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!" Roi yelled; he was astonished at what his boss had done.
Boss Gorai groaned and rubbed his head. "Could you be any louder?" he remarked sarcastically. "I had a lot of drinks last night so go easy on the volume. Damn this hangover..."
"With all due respect sir, what were you thinking when you made a deal with a 12-year-old bitch?"
Boss Gorai and Roi were outside of the Gorai mansion. Boss Gorai had just informed Roi of what had happened the night before.
"What I do is none of your business, Roi."
"I'm your personal body guard, it's my business!"
Boss Gorai was completely ignoring Roi. "Who knew Ferias could be so strong..."
"Is it really money that you're interested in?" he looked over Boss Gorai carefully.
"I'm a bastard with a one-track mind, Roi. Believe me, that's all I'm thinking about."
"Bah! If that were the case then you wouldn't have killed Yubari and his wife!"
"Enlighten me. What do you think my motive is?"
Roi was silent for a few moments. He began to think it over, choosing his words carefully. Talking to Boss Gorai, or any Yakuza Boss for that manner, was like a game of Russian Roulette. One pull of the trigger or, in this case, one insult, and you'd be dead. "Forgive me if I am not justified to say this. I'm begging to see that what the other Bosses say about you is accurate."
Boss Gorai's amber eyes gave Roi a bone-chilling seditious stare. Roi's words chocked themselves. Every sense in Roi's body knew that if he said anymore he'd be as dead as Yubari. Boss Gorai spoke to his bodyguard in an eerie, monotone and stiff voice, "What is it that they say about me?"
"I-it's not my place to say-"
"Roi!"
Roi gulped and fumbled around with his words, "T-they say that you've been c-careless and a sl-slacker," Roi began to sweat buckets worth of perspiration.
Boss Gorai's expression hardened even more. He was the Boss of all Bosses in Tokyo. Being on top was a very difficult task, you could trust no one, and no one trusted you. All and all, his underlings never showed much sign of discontentment of their Boss. If there was one thing that Boss Gorai detested on this slab of shit we call Earth, it was backstabbers. "Is that all, or is there more?"
"They believe that anyone could replace you, even a woman."
Boss Gorai's eye twitched. "Even a woman? Hmph! I'd like to kill a bitch who'd even imagine doing that!" he folded his arms in his sleeves and stared empty-mindedly at Roi. "You never answered my question. What do you think my true intentions are for Little Miss Bishojo?"
Roi knew he was referring to Yubari's daughter. The subject of her was of little interest to him. She was just a little girl, who cared! "I think it'd be best if you'd just kill her! As for what I think your plans are for her, I don't know, nor do I really give a rat's ass! I'm sick and tired of this! Just kill her now so we can get on with our lives!"
Boss Gorai blinked at him. Half surprised at his sudden outburst. Half annoyed. "Do you feel the same way about me as the other members of the Yakuza Clan?"
"I know that one day in the near future you will be known as Gorai, the former Lord of the Tokyo Underworld!"
Boss Gorai had heard enough, he drew out his katana and spun around, slashing Roi's chest. He brought his sword back up, cutting precisely over the same wound, deepening it and killing him instantly. He slashed the katana through the air, letting the blood hit a nearby tree. He sheathed his sword, and casually walked inside his house. He grabbed his cell phone off of the counter and dialed a phone number.
"Hello," was the answer of man around his late forties or early fifties on the other line.
"Hello, Tanabe."
"Boss Gorai!" Tanabe sounded quite happy at hearing his friend's voice, "I haven't heard from you in ages!"
"Are you still working undercover as a detective, Tanabe?" Boss Gorai was talking quickly, making it clear that he wasn't in the mood for small-talk.
A dry laugh came from Tanabe, "I'm guessing that you want me to cover-up another one of your crimes?"
"You're assumption is correct. I want you to go to a home this time. The address is 345 Sakura Drive. I want you to-"
"Wow, what a coincidence! I'm investigating that house as we speak!"
"Anyway; I want you to blame the whole thing on the girl. You think you can do that?"
"Easily. Consider it done."
"I don't want you carting her off to jail, either. Make her seem like a runaway." he said coldly.
Tanabe was silent for a brief second, "I can do that."
"Good. Thank you, Tanabe."
"My pleasure."
Boss Gorai hung up his cell phone.
-
Tanabe was outside of the Yubari house during the conversation with Boss Gorai. He went back inside to speak with GoGo. He had already heard her story of what had happened before the phone call. He sat on one of the couches.
"GoGo, may speak to you again?"
GoGo was in the kitchen, she had brewed a cup of coffee for the detective. She came into the living room and handed him his cup. She sat down on the other couch. "What is it you need to talk about, Tanabe-sama?
"I've come to the conclusion that..." Tanabe took a sip of the coffee, and immediately made a disgusted face. "Is this instant?"
"Gomen, I'm afraid it's all we have."
Tanabe set the cup down. "I've come to the conclusion that you, GoGo Yubari, murdered your parents."
GoGo had a confused look on her face. She blinked a few times, letting Tanabe's words sink in. "You have a very odd sense of humor Tanabe-san.", she said with a confused and slightly insulted tone of voice.
"It's no joke. It's obvious you murdered them. From the story you told me, it sounded as though you were talking of the Yakuza, and I assure you, this is not like Full Metal Yakuza or other love and war movies that you school girls always seem to fantasize about; this is real-life."
GoGo was biting her bottom lip furiously. This was a bad habit of hers that she had for as long as she had her two front teeth. She always did this when she was upset. She would bite and bite until she would bleed, the warm, metallic taste of her own blood would prove to soothe her fiery-hot temper, a bad side of her personality. Ever since pre-school, she had a temper. It was mostly being around other children her age, younger, and sometimes a few years older. She was much more mature than the other children. She despised people treating her like a child; she wanted nothing more to do with those sniveling, whining, booger-leaking morons. Tanabe was talking to her as though she was one of those sniveling, whining, booger-leaking morons. The blood didn't do a damn thing for GoGo's temper right now.
She tilted her head down and looked up with her eyes at Tanabe. If there was proof that Demon-possessed children existed, GoGo would be on the top of list right now. Her voice was deep and sounded sinister. Tanabe stiffened at the sound of it ringing through his ears. "Are you suggesting that I lied to you, Tanabe?"
Tanabe tried not to let her words faze him. "Not only that, but you did, in fact, decapitate your father and slit your mother's throat."
GoGo clenched her fists. "Is there any evidence?"
"Of course, though it really isn't needed. You were the only person here; it couldn't have been anyone else."
"Didn't the neighbors see a car?"
"It was so dark at that time of night. Most of them say that it was probably just a pizza-man."
This was the last straw for GoGo. She stood up, fists bleeding from clenching them so tightly, her voice, hair-raising. "It wasn't the Godamned pizza-man, you baka! It was two men! They came into our house and killed my parents! I'm an eye-witness! What more evidence do you need!"
"I'm going to have to ask you to calm down-"
"I didn't kill my parents you baka!"
"Ms., calm down!"
GoGo looked at the coffee cup on the end table and grabbed it. "You hate instant coffee, ne?"
Before Tanabe could respond she threw the coffee in his face. He wiped some off his mouth and eyes. "Was that necessary?"
"BAKA!" GoGo threw the ceramic cup at him.
Tanabe blocked it from hitting his face, but the fragments of it cut into his arm. "Shit... Don't you think you're getting a bit violent, now!"
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Tanabe swiftly left when GoGo bent down to lift the end table.
-
GoGo wasn't sure what to do. It was morning and a Monday. Was it even possible to go to school? She didn't want to at all, but what else could she do for a whole day? She reluctantly changed into her school uniform, still indecisive about going or not. She knew she had to support herself one way or another, and she was certain that no one in their right mind would let a 12-year-old have a job. Scholl was the only option... for now at least.
A knock on the door...
GoGo cracked it open to see Tanabe. She scowled and muttered behind the nearly closed door. "What do you want?"
"I'm here to arrest you." he said confidently.
"On what grounds?"
Tanabe smirked "Murder of course... and trespassing,"
"Trespassing!"
"This isn't your house, Miss Yubari. It was not left to you in your parents' will."
GoGo's eyes flashed him a defiant glare. "Bastard..."
Two police officers forced open the door. One of them took out their handcuffs. GoGo saw a small gap between the two cops as they approached her. GoGo dove through it. She sprinted down the street. The officers were taken by surprise. They hurried over to their car.
"Damn... That little bitch can run!" said one of the cops as he opened the car door.
"Just get in..." said his partner.
The two drove off. They found GoGo, but lost her as she made a tight turn. The two officers managed to make a U-turn, though it cost them valuable time. The alleyway was narrow, and it forced them to have to chase her on foot. They followed her down endless turns for around six or seven minutes. She suddenly seemed to have disappeared right in front of them. The two stopped exasperated, wheezing and choking, trying to catch their breath.
"Where'd she go!" one managed to spit out.
The other walked forward and turned a corner. The other followed. "C'mon, she can't have gotten far. Just look for a girl with dark-brown hair in a school uniform."
They turned another corner which led into GoGo's School. The outside was flooded with students. The two men stopped dead in their tracks. "Easier said than done..."
Glossary of Terms:
Bishojo: pretty girl
Gomen: sorry
Baka: usually means fool, but in GoGo's case it's leaning more towards the word asshole
Ne: right
