Okay so basically this is the little bonus chapter to the "New Abilities" prompt that I wrote two chapters ago. Originally I had two ideas and the one from "New Tunes" turned out the be the one I would take but I didn't want to abandon the other one so here we are.
It's really just a short, stupid bonus chapter.
Mostly stupid.
But I had fun.
Please don't hit me.
nensha This is for you ;)
"Wow, V, spotting some new chrome? Sexy!" Kerry called from the couch, guitar on his lap.
V walked over to him while he let his gaze wander through the apartment. Was it cleaner than usual in here or did he get used to this messy party palace? He couldn't tell.
However some things didn't change, obviously: the bottles with booze on the table in front of Kerry.
"Good eye, I do", V said and lifted his arms, showing off his newest tech. Kerry whistled impressed and put his guitar aside after V sat down next to him.
"Got them implanted by Viktor a few hours ago. High tech Gorilla arms, not the model Arasaka sells but the one they use for their own security. Real touch synth skin on the fingers with high sensitivity option, black market battery, also got the option for-"
"Bla bla, skip the technobabble", Kerry said and grabbed V's hand, tracing his fingers gently with his own. "Feels good though. That's important. Not going to let you touch me with some cold ass metal fingers."
V felt a rush of heat through his whole body and also felt incredible stupid because of it, like a schoolboy who forgets how to breath because his crush holds his hand on the way home. Fucking gonk he was.
Kerry let go of V's new hands and leaned back into the cushions.
"So what did you get them for?", he asked.
"Oh you know. The usual stuff. My reputation grows and my jobs get harder, I need to live up to my fame", V answered with a smirk. "So basically like... open doors and stuff, rip off turrets, beat people to death..."
Kerry frowned a bit. "Ya know that I do listen to you when you talk about your Gigs, right?"
"What... do you mean?", V asked and suddenly didn't feel that comfortable in his skin any more.
"Well I know you're a netrunner boy, V. And I know you're fucking good. There's no door you can't hack and don't tell me turrets are a problem. Heck, you even hacked the audio systems of my damn security bots that one night just because you didn't want them to listen to us. Which is by the way completely stupid because they don't care and we could've been fucked in rather non pleasant ways too with that hole in security - but I guess it's just one of your many quirks, hu."
V cleared his throat. "That was only because you got me drunk...", he mumbled under his breath and Kerry just gave him a crooked smile.
"So. Why the Gorilla arms?"
"..."
"Come on they must've cost tons of eddies. There gotta be a good reason, right?"
"... Razor Hugh", V finally sighed. "The reason's Razor Hugh."
Kerry gave him a confused look. "What now? Razor? Like that three-time heavyweight champion Razor? That Razor? What's he gotta do with your arms?"
"... well... I am... going to fight him."
Kerry stared at V – and a moment later burst out in loud laughter. It took him a while to be able to breath again and he realised that V himself wasn't laughing. "Wait. You're serious. Why the fuck do you wanna fight Razor Hugh?!"
V let out an annoyed groan and his hand wander through his green, short hair.
"Because of my damn pride, that's why. It all started with a friendly brawl against a bot at home with my trainer and suddenly I was part of some strange beat the brat street brawl tournament, fought some strange twins who weren't twins, a guy with a grenade in his face-"
"Wait hol' on a second. You're a street brawler? But V. You're a brains over brawls kinda guy."
V gave him a tormented look and said nothing.
"Aaaaand somehow you ended up winning all these fights and are now in the finals against a professional", Kerry said dryly. "Well isn't that preem." He reached over to the table and grabbed his glass only to notice that it was empty.
V nodded, still wearing this kicked-puppy-face.
"So you thought that the only chance of winning would be with some high tech chrome because otherwise you wouldn't be able to even scratch that guy. Correct?", Ker continued and filled his glass with some Martini and Vodka. He wondered if he should've used the shaker but – ah fuck, who cares.
V nodded again and Kerry let out a dramatic sigh.
"Well tell me when the fight is taking place so I can come and collect your remains the morning after", he snarled and grabbed the glass of olives – real olives, damn expensive – only to find that he couldn't get it open. Kerry groaned in annoyance while he struggled with the cursed glass and then pressed it into V's palm.
"Here's your chance to make yourself useful with them, come on, Kerry Eurodyne is not drinking Vodka-Martini without olives."
V raised his eyebrows. "Kerry Eurodyne is a damn diva", he smirked and gained a 'shut up and just do it' look from Kerry so V decided to do him the favour and unscrewed the glass.
He did that in theory.
In reality the thing basically exploded in his hands.
Both V and Kerry stared in silence at the disaster that just happened. Glass shards everywhere, mostly over V, olives everywhere – mostly over Kerry.
Though one actually hit the glass and was sitting proudly in the Vodka-Martini now.
Ker slowly turned his head.
"The fuck was this", he said with surprisingly calm voice.
"I... think the hardware is not uh... really synced with my brain yet...", V mumbled.
Kerry blinked.
"So you're telling me those new arms of yours just applied so much force that it blasted the whole glass in an instant."
"Yep."
"Cool, cool."
Ker nodded slowly and then suddenly threw his arms into the air.
"Are you out of you're damn mind to install something like that into you?! Black market battery, hu?! Fuck, V, now it was only a glass of olives but imagine if I had been in for some damn spanking and ended up with Trauma Team instead of having a good night! The heck would I've told them, my gonk brain of a boyfriend installed some Gorilla arms and didn't sync them properly?!"
V stared at Kerry in sudden surprise.
"What did you just call me?"
"Gonk brain!"
"No, the other thing" V couldn't help it but slowly, oh so slowly, a stupid grin formed on his face.
Kerry crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look angry.
"Romance."
"Nope, that wasn't it."
"Affair?"
"Jeez, I hope not?"
"Input!"
"Better but that wasn't it." V was grinning widely now.
Kerry threw him an annoyed glance.
"Slipped out of my mouth. Wouldn't think too much about it, if I were you", he grumbled but didn't resist when V pulled him into his arms.
Carefully, though.
"Oh I think I will", he hummed in a sudden very good mood.
Kerry leaned forward to grab his glass before he made himself comfortable against V's chest. Holding it up he suddenly gave V an impressed nod.
"Well but will you look at that." He gave V a cheeky smirk.
"At least I got my olive."
