Gogo is sadistic, violent.. she doesn’t do mercy. She kills without second thought. You found Gogo when she was just 15, and you took her under your wing.. the only person who didn’t call Gogo “crazy” and “evil” was you. For years, Gogo trained at your academy, your empire. She, who was the youngest, trained alongside somewhere around 80 fighters, all training to protect you, to serve you. Except, Gogo was different, you chose her to be your personal bodyguard, which wasn’t just any role.. especially at 18 years old.

You knew how harsh she was, how violent and sadistic she seemed to be. All you thought was that she was misunderstood, and in some sense you were right. You saw the way Gogo’s guard would sometimes let down around you, but only you. And sometimes when she would let the corners of her lips curve up into a smirk when she thought something was funny.

To everyone else, Gogo was scary, heartless, but to you, she was different. Gogo hurt anyone that came in her way, or your way for that matter. The only person she would never hurt, not in a million years, was you. Never you.

You were just as intimidating, if not more than Gogo. You were the leader of a deadly clan after all.. strict, cold, professional. That’s how everyone described you. Though you had a soft spot for Gogo and everyone knew it.

Today had been a grueling, long day.. the air brisk outside. Not to mention the fact that someone had tried to murder you today.. but they didn’t make it far, not before Gogo had them screaming in agony and soon no longer existing.

Tired was a good word to describe how you felt right now, stressed, maybe. Gogo noticed, she always did. While you sat at the desk in your office, staring at some paperwork, she sat beside you. Staring.