(A/N: Written purely because I wanted to and I wanted to focus a little bit more on the slightly darker side of Goh and Ruri's relationship, that being that she doesn't know he's an assassin. Enjoy.)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Goh, Virtua Fighter, the song that I got the inspiration for the title of this story from, or the song lyric I make reference to.
I Never Told You What I Do For A Living
By Space Toaster
Guilt. It was somewhat of a foreign feeling to him. The lack of guilt came with his line of work, after all. If an assassin felt guilt all the time, it would destroy him/her. He was trained by the J6 since he was fairly young, they practically ripped out his guilt and beat it into the floor until it was dead.
So why was he feeling it now?
Goh sighed, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. She had left half an hour ago but, to borrow a line from a song, he still tasted her on his lips and smelled her in his clothes. That's the way she was…she just, lingered.
"You should probably tell her. She'll want to know sooner or later." His supposedly long-dead conscience nagged him. But nobody outside J6 knew what he did. He'd been with other women before and they never knew what he did. Then again, they weren't like her.
He heard his door opening and he sat up. After a moment Ruri tiptoed into view holding her camera.
"Oh, hey, you're awake. I forgot my camera on your coffee table, so I just let myself in." She explained, stepping in while he got out of bed, quickly wrapping a sheet around his waist.
"It's all right…"
She smiled, looking up at him, since he was a few inches taller. The corner of his mouth quirked up, possibly the biggest smile he could manage. He absently played with a lock of her hair.
"Are you all right? You seem kind've…removed."
"…Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." His hand moved to the back of her neck as he leaned down to kiss her. She smiled again when he let her go.
"'Kay, I'll make myself scarce then and let you sleep. Good night."
"Good night." He watched her leave. "…Ruri?"
"Yeah?" She stopped and turned slightly.
"…Nothing, it's not important."