The moment the boss came into the hq , johnny knew something was up.
"I have an idea to bring Shogo out Johnny but you're not gonna like it. " She spoke , plopping down on the couch next to him.
"I don't care. Let's hear it." He said , cleaning a gun off , sala continued though nt without feeling like she shouldn't "We stage a fake funeral for Aisha and have a saint dress up as a ronin , tipping him off. He'll come for sure." Johnny's head hung low , he was upset about the prospect of doing it but sighed and spoke up "Let's do it."He spoke , voice cracking with tears"Are you sure it's ok? We can come up with something else if-"Sala went to put a hand on her shoulder but was quickly brushed off by him in a snappy way.
"No."Johnny snapped" No, Like you said , he'll come for sure. I just want to be the one to kill him."Johnny noted, loading his gun. "Ok then." She mumbled and stood up , shouting her next statement.
"OK! Today is the day we take the fight to Shogo Akuji himself! We will need someone who is willing to die for the saints to suit up in this Ronin uniform and head over to Shogo's place. Tell him that the leaders of the saints are having a funeral. Private. Un armed. We ask that you'd be willing to die for us because Shogo could kill you. He could suspect you are a saint and kill you. Though if you want revenge for Aisha then you'll help us out. Who's with me ?!" Johnny ejected himself from the conversation , finding a place where he could release the tears in his eyes. He normally didn't do this. He wasn't a guy who cried . This was Aisha though , she was dead - and never coming back. Johnny found himself alone in a room and slumped against the wall , sliding down the white and purple designs crying. He had so many things moving through his mind.
He wanted to thank boss for all she was doing. She had set up a funeral , a real one , and now offered to pay for a separate one, the fake , just to get revenge on the death of someone she hadn't known that long. He had started feeling differently after the hospital break out. He'd started noticing things he didn't think he wanted to , no , it was too soon after her death. Would Aisha care though? It was Sala , the boss , someone who could click tightly with them then turn around and ferociously kill people who were her enemies. Aisha had made a passing comment while the boss was in a coma about wanting a threesome but never getting the chance now. Maybe it wouldn't matter, though he didn't know how she felt. A time for confession would happen later.
Sala knocked on the door , slipping in with a caring smile on her face. She sat down next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. It was quiet between them for a minute , as johnny let his tears flow and sala thought to herself .THere was a war going on outside. A war that could wait… for now. For a moment. For the seemingly long stretch of time that lasted until Johnny gat and Sala Galvez fell asleep.
They woke up that night and got ready. Black suit for johnny , black dress for sala and left for the graveyard , watching as their fake ronin came back , thumbs-up that Shogo bought it. Boss and Johnny sped off , and thus began the wild night. Sala held her breath in , driving faster , she wanted to be believable and believable she'd be. Johnny store out the other side of the convertible , deep in thought about how he wanted to rip shogo's head off. THe bastard wasn't going to get away.
Soon enough , they arrived at the graveyard , an ever somber reminder that life was short and nothing lasted forever. Aisha's real funeral would happen later. They decided to crash someone else's - offering the bitter family a generous amount for the use. For a better place , not here. No one deserved to be buried here in this dingy yard of a graveyard. Starting was easy , making it believable was easier , wirth both gang members crying over the casket of a woman they didn't even know . It wasn't aisha in there. Aisha's time would come later , on a nicer day , in a nicer place.
Shogo showed up , motorcycle and all , making circles around them , along with at least 15 other ronin backing him up . He got off of it ,laughing. He laughed as tears and rain mixed , falling onto Sala and Johnny's cheeks . He laughed as he shouted
"This is over Saints. You're done with. End. Of. The. Line. You're unarmed. Alone. Just stand still so we can make this quick." He pulled out his gun and pointed it directly at Sala's forehead when Johnny pulled out his , sala following suit as they removed their guns. Johnny moved first , pushing Sala out of the way and knocking Shogo's gun out of his hand. Shogo ran off to grab it , yelling in japanese to his ronin to attack them. Johnny fended off the ronin while Sala went after Shogo. She chased him to a nearby house when he sped off .
The following fight took longer than Sala wanted it too. She ran out of bullets for her shotgun half the way through and ended up chasing him with an RPG. THey'd chased him to the end of the street before his car finally exploded . Johnny was the one to grab him , hoisting him up before throwing him over to Sala , who was not far away. Sala punched and kicked his face many times before they dragged him over to Aisha's "grave" , revealing that this had all been a set up. Sala was the one to speak up , voice as deep and grave as the path the casket was focused on as they slammed him into it. The bloodied Shogo was scared ,but still ready to fight , unfortunately for him… This was the end of the line .
"You're right Shogo. This is ending here. But with you six feet under. Literally. " with that , Sala shut the casket's cover they lowered the case. It was calm that night , and the sound of the rain would lull them to sleep , in separate places ; Johnny, in aisha's house , struggling to forget , and Sala , in her 1 room apartment crib , wondering why she feels that way about a man who couldn't feel the same about her. It was the calmest night's sleep since Aisha's death. In a few days , they'd have the real one. It'd be big. Too big for anyone to try anything , but too big for the saints. Sala planned on hanging back a ways and keep watch. She wasn't able to look at her body and head. She was sure she'd throw up. So for now , it was sleep and work and repeat until the day finally came when realizations and confessions would come to light and forgetting would be the answer for the equation of heartbreak + funeral + alcohol.