Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Whusa? I mumbled as I startled awake at the sound of a door opening. I sat covered in blankets and one eye caked shut cold drool on my chin which I quickly wiped away.

Real cute. Jun told me dryly as he caught sight of my sleepy face.

Jerk. I snapped at him, cut off by a big yawn as I stretched arm high and wide letting the muscles in my upper back stretch out a bit.

It wasnt like stretching my Cyberware mattered. Although I did notice my right arm wasnt right. But it wasnt the usual discomfort, I glanced at it and noticed the dent.

Right. I had gotten shot last night in the arm Which reminded me about someone else being shot.

Jun? Are you all healed up?

Mostly. He confirmed plopping down on the couch beside me and peeling his burrito from a wrapper.

Im glad. I told him gently as he took a big bite. Sorry I didnt come back, I was gonna but well I had my own little thing. I told him quietly with a smile as I relaxed my shoulders getting to feel my arms settle.

It wasnt how they would have settled before, but it was how they settled now, and that fact didnt bother me so much right then.

You okay? He mumbled from between bites and I gave him a smile and a nod.

Yep! I had a big cry Everything sort of hit me last night. But Im feeling a lot better.

Good. Thats good. He told me quietly, and while I could feel the emotion in his voice he was definitely fighting back another emotion.

You wanna talk about me running off last night? I prompted and I could see him take a deep breath and let it out.

Yeah. I do.

Okay. Im not going anywhere. So lets Lets really talk Jun. I rose up off the couch pulling my blanket with me to flop on the other side of the table as I settled in, letting us talk face to face.

He was quiet for a while as he chewed but the way he was staring I knew he was thinking.

You didnt need me last night.

Maybe. Maybe not. I shrugged a weird feeling now that I was holding my shoulders lower. I was looting when you showed up, but I might have gotten greedy and stuck around too long.

Motoko You didnt need me. He said bluntly, sounding sad as he put the empty burrito wrapper on the table. You handle yourself like a pro I left you behind during the raid because I didnt want you there. I didnt want you in danger. But you still caught up. You still killed. I hated it. I hate it. Seeing you do that. Putting blood on your hands But no matter what I do, youre still gonna do it.

Yeah. I confirmed with a sad smile as I looked at my brother really fighting himself. Jun wasnt an emotional guy. At least not like this. He was a hothead. Not an empathetic thinker.

But he was trying.

I cant stop you. I want to. I I would kill anyone to stop you, but that wont change anything. You will still do what you want. Just like always. He sighed his hands seemingly not able to sit still as he kept opening and closing them, or pushing them together. Im scared Motoko. Scared that you will get hurt. I cant protect you if you put yourself in danger. His leg was bouncing as he started talking knee up and down in a rapid succession.

Im scared for you too Jun But I cant stop you. You joined the Kamikaze, which Man, that name has some connotations. I grumbled. But I have to trust you. I have to believe you will stay safe, because I cant I cant physically stop you.

And I cant physically stop you. He agreed, the two of us looking each other over with matching quirks of our lips.

What a pair we make huh Jun-Nii?

Yeah Imouto. He chuckled a little, actually sounding like Well Jun. Before everything. A real pair. We both have a death wish.

No. I told him instantly, standing up and reaching across the table to put both my hands on his cheeks. Not a death wish. Just a bloody path ahead of each of us Its not a death wish. We might die. We might not. But Jun-Nii. I promise. I wont throw my life away. If I die, it will be doing something I believe is right. And maybe something I love. Cause I do like it.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Little Killer. He finally said with a huffed out laugh as he reached forward and suddenly I wasnt standing on the other side of the table. No, I was squeezed tight against Juns chest as he held me. I laughed, and hugged him back.

We were both broken. Maybe even crazy. But the world was crazy too.

So we would survive.

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Ow! I growled as I zapped myself once again. After the nice long hug from Jun, and a bit of sibling bonding Jun had gone into his room to take a nap, still tired from the drugs and his bullet holes, while I went to work on my newest skill!

Engineering!

With Engineering my Crafting had suddenly linked with the knowledge and had exploded.

Two halves of the same coin. Crafting was slapping shit together. How good are you at physically making something? Do you know the right tolerances, the right diameter to make something just work?

But Engineering? Engineering was planning. Design. Engineering was creation. It was the difference between the tinker in his home lab shaving away a few millimeters on something to make it work better, to the engineer that designed the whole thing in a lab.

Together they synced, I was both of those people. The creator, and the end user. Plus with my other skills I was the operator.

How many people could say they were a true Renaissance woman? I could do it all! Although I still couldnt paint.

So with just how flexible my knowledge was, first step was to mess with my equipment.

I had done some tinkering with my guns already, but I had a lot to do.

First I went out to the car and grabbed all the loot from the Maelstrom garage.

The Nekomata was first. I had looked it over, but there wasnt much I could change, the previous user knew his gun. It was a solid piece of work. The modifications it had were all solid improvements.

Its taken a bit to get used to, but Im starting to feel comfortable with them.

Hiromi wasnt smiling though. Her smile had turned into a frown, before she shook herself Which is when I noticed her hair wasnt in her usual Mohawk. Instead it was sort of laid down, much more casual than I had ever seen her hair. And her Neon whisker marks werent on, leaving her cheeks chrome, but sort of bare. But I knew something was wrong when she tried to smile at me. Only for it to fold. Im sorry I wasnt there, I

Heey. Its okay, honestly! I actually started feeling better about it last night I uh, had a cry last night. I revealed, a little embarrassed.

Gonk. She whispered gently, as she was obviously fighting back tears, but she took a deep breath and let it out. She reached out and grabbed my hand and started pulling me along. Cmon we can hang out in my room, and you can tell me everything!

Sure! I chirped as I was tugged along, Hiromi was shorter than me, but she tugged me along without any trouble. Her wild girl was showing a bit of a return. That was good. Hiromi was acting weird.

I was tugged into her big fancy apartment, past her mother who was looking on to see what was going on with a blank look. I gave her a wave and she simply nodded before Hiromi pulled me fully into her room. She spun me around and pushed me onto her bed before closing her door.

Tell me everything! She demanded standing over me with her hands on her hips and I giggled at her expression.

Sure. So it started when Jun came home-

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We ended up sprawled on her bed as I told my story. Half way through my story Hiromi had grabbed my hand and refused to give it back. Now she was running her fingers along my chrome which felt Weird.

Ticklish? But not. I hadnt really had many people touch me gently since I got my arms, besides Jun, and his arms were just as chrome as mine.

So to feel actual human flesh running a finger up my palm was really strange.

Goosebumps were running all along my back.

Wish I had been there. She muttered finally as I finished my story of everything I had done.

I dont. I told her bluntly. Outnumbered and outgunned, I tried to run and I couldnt make it. It was a hit squad. Im just lucky they were stupid enough to kidnap me, and not just flatline me then and there. I said and Hiromis fingers gripped hard against my hand.

Youre my best choom Motoko. You cant die okay? She spoke quietly as she grabbed my attention with how desperate her voice was.

I have no intention of having a drink named after me in the Afterlife. I told her not really able to promise not to die. Ill be as safe as I can be.

Hah! No way, when you do finally bite it, they will definitely give you a drink, youre gonna be a bad bitch Edgerunner. And Ill be your cunning and beautiful corpo contact that no one can be sure is on their side! Hiromi offered with a chuckle, but I was frowning.

Hiromi had never in the time I had known her said she was going to be a corpo.

Ever.

Quite the opposite in fact.

Hiromi? I asked, voice quiet and she just sort of looked away.

Its nothing Toko Just everything. But I smelled a problem, so I didnt let up. I squeezed her hand back and tugged her hand until she looked up.

Finally she spoke. It started with parent stuff. Them being here constantly, means they Well Im forced to deal with them constantly now. Not like before. Dad was always away before, but having him constantly in my face Telling me what I am going to do in the future. Showing me his work, and what to do But its not that.

She visibly swallowed as she curled up, her legs pulling up to her chest as she held my hand like a lifeline.

I went out. She said quietly in a whisper. It was late, and I wanted I just wanted to rebel I guess. I snuck outside, and jumped on my bike, and I went for a drive. It was fine at first. I had my Katana, and I was I was stupid. Confident. I didnt even think anything could happen

Did someone hurt you? I practically growled, my eyes narrowed and I could feel my teeth grinding. If someone hurt Hiromi!

No. She shook her head which nearly instantly poured water over the black rage building up. Its pathetic. I cant even- She was definitely starting to cry a bit, but that was not okay!

Hey, hey! Its okay. Hiromi whats got you so bothered? Tell me? Best Chooms dont judge best chooms. I assure her as I did my best to comfort her.

Suddenly she was shaking her head looking down at her knees, but she started talking, never taking her eyes away from the ground.

I got scared. I was driving along thinking I was some bad bitch. A gun fight started up. Wasnt even Tyger Claws, or Maelstrom. Just some stupid fuckbags robbing some store getting shot at. I drove past as they started shooting. Scared the absolute shit of me. I I jerked, lost control, crashed my bike. I wasnt hurt, but I hid Motoko. Just that, just gunshots near me sent me hiding in a fuckin dumpster I dont I dont really know how long I was hiding. Eventually I Eventually I got together enough to get back on my bike and ride home.

She looked up, tears in her eyes as she revealed her story. Im a coward Motoko I couldnt I couldnt go out and actually be a StreetKid. Im just a corpo brat after all! Thats thats all Ill ever be.

But Im complaining about stupid shit Youre the one that got kidnapped again, and had horrible things happen. I just had to take a shower when I got ho-

I ignored Hiromis attempts to push away from her problems, and instead squeezed her into a tight hug.

Youre wrong. There is nothing wrong, or shameful about being scared. I whisper into her hair as I hold her, and absolutely refuse to release her, until she gives in and starts hugging me back.

Ichi went out, Malcolm went out. You went out. I couldnt Motoko. I thought I thought with you back everything would be great, we would be a duo, but I cant Im a coward, how can I be your partner if I cant even go outside?

Well Then you can be my Fixer!

Hiromi snorted, and then started chuckling until she laughed and laughed as she hugged me back.

Gonk!

Nope. Im a Best Choom. I tell her earning more giggles as she nods along

Thats true I guess Its okay? That I

Hiromi. Youre my first friend. And I say that as someone who literally had amnesia and only knew Jun in the whole world. You came in and made friends with me, remember? No matter what you choose to do, or choose to be, Ill always be your best choom. Even if I have to sneak into Araska tower to hang out with you at work. Or if you are my go to fixer, or just my go to couch, to crash on and play games and watch bad movies.

She started crying again.