Re-upload because this is a heavily updated version of the first upload.

Written for the prompt "Street Art".


'You took a shower and now you're doing your hair? What's next, you go to bed early and eat properly?' Johnny's voice was full of sarcasm, like so often. But by now V had learned not to be bothered. Probably was Johnny's awful way to show that he cared or something.

'You should've tried that too, ya know, when you still had a body. Then people would maybe remember you a little bit different and I would have a better looking hallucination of you', V answered mentally while he focused on his image in the mirror. It had been a while since he'd used some hair wax. Since wasn't working for Arasaka anymore so he never felt the need for it, but now he actually found himself fumbling around with the green strands on his head to shove them into this certain I-just-got-out-of-bed-but-look-adorable-style.

He even renewed the tiny braid in his beard. Picked up the razor to smooth out the edges of the scruff on his cheeks. Used some tiny scissors to bring the moustache in shape.

He straightened his shoulders and tried a charming smile before he gave his mirror-self a wink and some finger guns.

'I saw that. Don't do that again. Never do that again', Johnny commented dryly.

'I am a good looking bastard and you can't ruin my mood today', V chirped and looked for some nice but decent perfume on his sink.

'Fuck, you're overdoing it, V, come on. I think you're giving the whole roof-top-kiss-thing too much significance. If I were you, I wouldn't think too much about it.' Johnny appeared right next to him, leaning against the sink and annoyingly moved himself into V's vision.

'Are you worried I get my heart broken?', V answered amused.

'Do I look worried? I'm not worried. Just trying to get your brain outta your pants, am helping you, that's all. Kerry had someone to suck his dick after every concert and it was never the same guy twice. Am actually surprised he didn't try and get you to kneel before him back there.'

V frowned. 'You know, Silverhand...', he started, '… first: I shouldn't take date advice from someone like you. I had a peek into your memories and yeah... let's just leave it at that. Second: It's been fifty years. People change, Johnny... just because you are stuck in your ways doesn't mean others are.'

Johnny shrugged.

'Also I feel like there's a real connection between him and me... and I...', V started hesitant but didn't even finish his sentence.

'Mhhhm. Maybe it's just my memories of him that give you that feeling', Johnny said and managed to ruin V's good mood just like that, with one simple sentence. 'All I am saying is that you should maybe focus on other things, V. Would hate to see you getting disappointed.' And with that Johnny vanished.

"Ah. So you do worry about me", V mumbled, quite sure that Johnny still heard him. Yet it made him think. What if his feelings weren't all his own? What if the reason he felt so connected to Kerry truly was nothing else but the fact that Johnny knew him in his past life? He already couldn't tell if his thoughts were his own. Memories got mixed up. He recalled things he'd never done or said. And sometimes he thought that it was Johnny's face he saw in the mirror instead of his own. And what if Kerry-

"Ahhh shit", he groaned and splashed some water into his face before he looked up, pointing at his mirror-self. "The kiss was awesome. Fact. You like him and he likes you. Fact. And you go out there and meet him tonight because it's your day off and you deserve that date. Fact too. Good? Good. And, Nibbles, stop licking the shower water off the ground, don't think I didn't see that."


"Looking good, V", Misty said with a warm smile.

"Oh, thanks." V put the little Buddha statue away and turned to Misty.

"On your way to Viktor?"

"Yeah. Just a routine check up. My Kiroshi's been acting a bit weird lately."

Misty's smile widened. "He will be happy to see that you dressed up and put on some nice perfume for him. And did you bring your beard in shape...?"

"What? Oh. Nah. That's just me feeling like treating myself. You know when I don't have to crawl through dusty warehouses or something. Took the day off, not answering any fixer call or message. Because I am worth it", V said, trying to play it low. "Haven't done it since... tsk. Feels like ages, actually. What ya think, should I spend some eddies at Jingujis or Avante today...?"

Misty said nothing and yet V just felt naked in front of her. It was like she was one of the few persons in this city that could read him like a book. That she knew his very thoughts. It was rubbish, of course. But there was something in her eyes...

"Mind if I lay out a quick Tarot for you?", she asked instead.

"Not at all, go ahead!" V walked over to her while she pulled out a set of cards. He wasn't really into this whole Tarot thing but he knew it was very important to Misty. And there was no reason for V to deny this sweet girl something that was important to her.

With fluent yet calm movements she shuffled the deck and then put three cards in front of her.

"You flip them", she said and V obeyed. Two black wolves with red eyes howled at a bright, yellow moon. It looked intimidating, mysterious, V thought.

"The Moon", Misty explained and her eyes were on the card for a few seconds before she looked at V. "The card of dreams, desires... but also illusions. Listen to your intuition, V. That's what the Moon wants to tell you."

"Alright... doesn't sound so bad, right? Next card?"

Misty nodded and pointed at the card on the right. "Death", she said softly after V had flipped the card over.

V raised his eyebrows. "That's not good, right? I mean..."

"Relax", Misty said, a knowing smile on her lips, "Death is not as bad as you think. In Tarot he's the symbol of new beginnings. Heavy changes. Yes, something old often has to die in us to make place for something new but overall it is actually a positive card. Besides... it's not about you."

"What? Thought you laid out my Tarot." V was confused and Misty chuckled a bit.

"Yes. But while the Moon was about you... this one here is about someone close to you. Someone you have an influence on. And judging from the card... your influence is strong."

"Oh. Well." V looked at the three cards and then pointed at the one in the middle. "So what is this one about then?"

"The story of you two. The story of Death and the Moon. A message to both of you."

V turned the last card and Misty made a surprised sound. "What? What is it?", V wanted to know, genuinely curious by now.

"The card, it's..." She lifted her gaze and there it was again, this incredible warm smile. Moments like this made V realize why Jackie had fallen in love with her. She was a good soul. A true soul. Which was basically a unicorn in a city like this.

"... the Lovers."


V parked his bike in front of Kerry's mansion. The sweet smell of summer nights was in the air, dry grass and palm trees that ached for some rain, wild flowers blossoming in yellow. The stench from the city seemed to be far away from here. It was true – rich people were breathing better air. Literally. He held still for a moment while the chill wind of Noarth Oak tried to ruin his hairdo. It didn't succeed. Not this time! Hair wax made sure of that.

He'd been here before, one time, when he and Johnny had broken in but he couldn't recall that this place looked so... trashed.

While he walked up the drive way he noticed that the whole estate looked like it had barely survived one hell of a party. V saw one of the security bots coming closer and took in a sharp breath, tensing up – but relaxed the moment he realised that the bot didn't care about him. Which could only mean that Kerry had already confirmed V's biometrical data to their system – he was an invited guest for good. Able to drop by any time. It made V smile but then a look of confusion crossed his face while the bot walked past him, doing its duty. V couldn't help but stare at it. What the effing...

"Kerry, your bot is missing an arm. And is full of graffiti", V said after he'd entered the large mansion.

"I know! And have you noticed how rad he looks with this stupid hat?", Kerry grinned and got up from the couch to give V a proper greeting hug.

"Someone wrote the name Steve on it", V said and couldn't help but linger a bit into this hug that held exactly the right amount of seconds too long to make it feel like more than just a friendly embrace. V liked that. He liked that very much.

"Did you do this to the bots?", he asked.

"Yep."

"... are you really that bored up here...?"

Kerry gave him a dull look. "Ha ha. But yeah. Sometimes, I suppose... anyway, you didn't come by to chat about my bots, or did you? Because if you did then I gotta tell you that I am reeeeaally not into tech babble. Want a drink? I got...", he looked around. There was chaos. Everywhere. "... drinks."

"Sure. Why not. Something light like a beer maybe?", V answered and started to walk around a bit. He didn't get the chance to take a look at the house itself the first time, with Johnny being in control and everything. And of course the huge painting at the wall was what caught his eye immediately. "How... tasteful", he said slightly amused.

Kerry stepped next to V and pressed a bottle of beer into his hand.

"Hey. You gotta have a large painting of your own naked ass on your wall when you've been through that many decades of rock music like I did. Also notice the symbolism, the Samurai armour thrown off my body and shit...", Kerry explained but sounded bored while he did, like he actually didn't really care.

V turned his head and could barely contain a stupid grin.

"Uhu", he just nodded, suppressing a laugh.

"Not gonna take art criticism from you", Kerry said and turned away to search the coffee table for a full bottle of something he could down.

'Ah, beautiful butterfly Kerry emerging from his silky Samurai chrysalis', Johnny said amused and appeared for a moment in V's sight, posing the same way like Kerry did on the painting. V chuckled a bit but decided to ignore him for good and stepped into something that looked like a connecting corridor between the two main rooms. And it did look like a tunnel indeed: some random tunnel in the city, to be exact. Dark walls plastered with colourful graffiti, just like he knew it from the streets of Watson at home. He didn't expect to find something like it in here.

"And what about this? Another incarnation of your boredom?", V asked and carefully examined the walls. He noticed a skull painting and had to think about the Tarot card Death. One chapters ends. Another begins.

"Naaah. This is really Art this time. Art with a capital A", Kerry said, appearing next to V with an unlabelled bottle in his hand.

V turned his head and gave Kerry a sceptical look. "The mega building I am living in is full of this shit. I fail to see anything artistic in it."

Kerry threw him a glance. "Art of the street, my dear V... it tells you about the people's hate, their fears, their passions..."

"This one here simply says Bitch. And...", V leaned forward and narrowed his eyes, using the zoom function of his Kiroshi implants, "... is that a tiny penis?"

"Like I said. Hate and passion", Kerry hummed. "Believe it or not but it's inspiring my music, too. Reminds me where it all comes from, where I come from. Also that style, my style, is something that evolves, lives, breaths... but it will still be mine. True to itself. Like all those different styles of graffiti this city has to offer and yet you can always recognize patterns from the same artist. I guess I forgot that lately...", Kerry said and then flung an arm around V's shoulder while he pointed with his bottle at V's neck. "You fancy some of that too, V!"

"My neck tattoo..?"

"Yeah. Guns, roses... it's Valentino inspired, isn't it?"

"Mhm..."

"Also... are you wearing perfume?" Kerry let go of V and gave him a teasing wink.

'See? Told you, you overdid it', Johnny commented.

'Mind to shut up, Johnny?', V answered mentally and hoped he sounded annoyed. Then he let his eyes wander over the wall once more. Something caught his attention.

"Did you do these graffiti by yourself...?", he asked Kerry, reading one particular phrase that was barely legible due to it's dark colour and because it almost looked like it's been scratched into the wall: fuck this life, I'm outta here.

"A few of the things go back to me, yeah. Some are a product of wild parties. Why?"

"Nothing. Just... trying to notice different styles, I guess. Afraid I am not good at it." He frowned a bit and stole a glance at Kerry, concern on his face. Not that Kerry noticed that – because he was already on his way to the door, about to leave the mansion.

"Come with me. Think I need to give you a lesson on art!", Kerry said excited.

"And care to tell me where we're going...?", V asked and followed him outside, back into the warm summer night.

"You will see soon enough. Let's take my ride, it's just around the corner any way."

"Alright. Can't say I am not excited to get lectured."

V should've known better than to let Kerry drive up the road of North Oak. And when they finally stopped in front of a dark, noble building, he had no clue how they'd managed to survive without a scratch.

Johnny was right. Kerry was a horrible driver. Specially when something seemed to distract him that much. V just had no clue what this something was.

He got out of Kerry's custom made Aerondight. Just by looking at it he knew that this car most likely fetched a higher prize than the lifetime earning of the average Night Citizen. Multiplied by fifty-two.

"Kerry, will I regret to ask where we are and why we're here?", V hummed with a look at the golden symbol that graced the front gate.

"Arasaka estate. Think Hanako officially owns it, but no one's ever here, as far as I noticed. There are never lights on, no parties, nothing." Kerry shrugged. "Stop staring at it, is not what I wanted to show you." V raised an eyebrow but decided to do Kerry the favour and followed him through some tall grass.

It was right next to the front entrance, actually. A large white painting on the otherwise black and clean wall. Two wolves and a moon – and by the way the actual moon was shining right now at the wall, it looked like its painted counterpart was glowing as well. It was what made this simple drawing breathtaking.

"Wolves only howl at night", Kerry read what was written in large, white letters. "Can you imagine? The balls of steel someone has to have to get up here and paint this thing at Hanako Arasaka's personal house? With all the security around, the cameras, all the Militech and NCPD patrolling up here? And some gonk just came here, with a bucket of white paint and slapped this masterpiece straight on the wall. But not at some hidden spot, oh no – next to the front gate. So everyone can see it. This is street art, V. This is the voice of an unheard, unknown majority. Shit I would buy the whole building just for the painting on the wall!" Kerry noticed that V didn't say anything and just stared at the paining. "Hey. You're still with me?"

"No. I mean yes", V blinked. "It's... odd."

"The painting? Or the painting being here?"

"Both", V said but didn't want to elaborate any further. But this graffiti... it looked exactly like this Tarot card. The Moon, Misty had called it. Desire. Dreams. But also illusions. V threw a quick glance at Kerry and felt a warm sensation settling in his stomach. But looking at him also made V realize that Kerry seemed to be restless, uneasy, tense. The way his eyes darted the painting, scanned the area, the way he carried himself right now... as if he was looking for a fight.

"Ya know what we should do?", Kerry said and punched V's shoulder playfully.

'Make out?' V wanted to say but Kerry gave him no time to react to that rhetorical question because he delivered the answer right on the spot: "Break in."

V stared at Kerry like he'd suddenly grown a second head.

"Uhm... what? You want to break into Hanako Arasaka's estate...?", V said.

"Yeah. Stupid corpo bitch. Fuck Arasaka. Fuck all corpos of the world, actually. Let's get inside and smash something."

"Wait wait wait. You can't be serious, right?"

"Am dead serious, V. You do that shit on a daily base, don't you? Want me to pay you or what?"

"But... why?"

"Why not?", Kerry suddenly sounded angry, annoyed.

"Is this about Kovachek or something...?", V asked carefully.

"Why would it? It's not his house. V come on, take that stick outta your ass. Chaos, destruction, mayhem... don't tell me someone like you doesn't witness that every day..."

"I mean yeah but...", he started. But what? But I wanted to have an actual date with you, chill on your couch, get to know you better, talk the whole night, maybe end up naked in your bed? V sighed. "Alright. Let me see what I can do. Mayhem and destruction. I mean who doesn't like that, right?"

"Preem!", Kerry beamed and V leaned against the Aerondight while he fired up his cyberdeck and started to scan the building.

'You know, Kerry only used to sing songs about sticking it to corpo fascists but never went through with it. And now he's suddenly all anarchistic? Damn, V, look at the influence you have on this poor Rocker Boy!', Johnny commented, sounding both amused and impressed. 'Can't wait for the moment you'll tell him that you used to be a corpo bitch too. Will be funny.'

'Hey. I might have been a corpo rat but never a bitch. Any idea what's going on with him?', V answered while he worked to breach the security network.

'My guess: he finally becomes uncomfortable in that golden cage he's sitting in', Johnny said and flipped off the Arasaka emblem at the gate.

V had hoped for a challenge but it only took him a couple of seconds until every security camera on the property belonged to him.

"I'm in. Emptied the cache of the cameras and cleared their memories so there's no footage of your car driving up and us standing here, staring at paintings. But to open the door I gotta..." With still glowing eyes V pushed himself off the car and stood in front of the gate, quickly climbing over. Quietly he dropped down on the other side and connected himself via direct link with the security panel. A few seconds later the gate opened up and V took a step back, bowing slightly in front of Kerry with a smirk. "Welcome to Arasaka estate, Mister Eurodyne. I hope you'll enjoy your stay!", he said.

"Fuck! You're really good. To think I wasted your talent to blow up a truck with equipment...", Kerry whistled impressed but got stopped by V.

"Yeah but there's security around the house. I checked five guards in the connective network. Heavily armed. So let's keep a low profile and let me handle this, okay?"

"You're not going to kill them, I hope."

"Of course not. Just... stay a bit back until I come and get you, alright?"

Kerry took cover behind a large rock and watched how V vanished into the shadows. He was excited. What they were doing right now was so foolish, irresponsible and senseless – and awesome. It had the same taste like bombing up a truck or a chase with the police through the city. Or playing in a small club, in front of devoted fans, spending all hard earned money on a new guitar instead of something to eat. Or feeling the blood on his fingers from shredding strings non stop while serving the rich on a cruise ship. And writing songs that meant something. Songs that had a soul. Kerry missed that. He just didn't know how to get it back. He knew he wouldn't want to trade his life with his younger self – standing in Johnny's shadow again, eat the dirt out of card boxes, sleep in a car instead of a bed. Having tons of eddies wasn't so bad. He could do whatever he wanted, go where ever he wanted. Extend his life for another fifty years while still looking young.

And yet all that money couldn't sell him out of this dreadful void he'd felt inside, this feeling of being alone.

Utterly and completely alone.

And then, when he thought he'd almost forgotten him, Johnny had once again crashed into his life with the force of a bloody car accident. And along came V.

A man who would crack Arasaka's security network and take out the guards of Hanako's estate just because he asked him to. And more than that: V was shaking things up. Things that had slept deep inside of him but now they aimed for the surface. And boy did it create a chaos inside of him.

Kerry pondered a moment over this feeling and what it actually meant. "Well... I'm fucked", he muttered to himself – but with a smile on his face.

It didn't take long until V showed up again, telling Kerry that he could tag along now. They passed one of the security guards, lying on the ground, with a foamy mouth and glassy eyes. But he was breathing – just like V had promised.

"Fuck. The hell did you do to them?", Kerry asked.

"Complete system reset. They are out for at least an hour and once they wake up they'll need a day to recover. And probably won't remember the whole last week."

Kerry's eyes widened a bit. "You're one of those netrunner guys the NCPD warns the public about, aren't ya. The reason people shouldn't step into Pacifica."

"Pacifica? Because of the Voodoo Boys?", V scoffed. "Their cyberdecks are bad and they should feel bad." That grin on V's face was kinda worrying, Kerry thought, but on the other hand it also turned him on. Weird enough. He felt his adrenaline spiking up once they actually entered the house.

"Fuck, V, look at this shit. You can eat from the floor. This looks so clean, not even a cockroach would fart here", Kerry said and walked around, taking step into the kitchen.

V laughed. "Some people have a sense of tidiness, I know that's a mystery to you."

"Come on, no one could live here like that. Bet she shows up once a year to fuck some cab driver and that's it. I mean, take a look at the fridge. A bottle of sparkling wine... and nothing else. Not even a fuckin' apple." Kerry took out the bottle, read the label – and just dropped it.

"How many eddies did you just crash on the floor?", V asked.

"The fuck I care."

"Okay but what ya actually wanna do in here? Steal some shit, get into her terminal and see if we find some dirt on her or simply trash her windows, or..."

Kerry shook his head. "You're thinking too small, V. Why would I want dirt on Hanako Arasaka? And why would I steal something when I can buy literally anything I want? No. Let's send a message of chaos", he started to explain with eagerness in his voice. "Ya know, if you steal something, then they'll just replace it. They don't care about money. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. Let's rather show the corpo shit of the world that they are not safe in their high security fortresses. That it's not about money or wanting their shit. Telling them: someone out there is watching you. Make them feel uncomfortable. If they think we're just ordinary burglars, then we won't achieve that. Think about it: the thought that someone broke into your home but nothing is missing – isn't that scarier? Because you have no clue what the fuck they wanted here?"

V listened attentivly. "So what do you propose?"

Kerry rolled his eyes. "Get creative, V. Art lesson. Remember?" He looked around and noticed an expensive radio, grabbed it and carried it over into the kitchen, V on his heels. "Fridge is empty anyway", he said and simply shoved the radio into said fridge.

V scratched his beard in mild confusion. "That was... extremly random."

"Ex-act-ly!", Kerry pointed out.

V hummed and looked around in the living room. A lot of large and expressionless paintings on the walls, probably some super awesome artist he never heard about. V gave Kerry a questioning look, raising one eyebrow but then a smirk formed on his face. Eagerly he started to search the cupboards for a thick pen, found one – a black marker - and started to scribble on the paintings.

"Good one!", Kerry praised him and V stretched his back proudly, "... but what's this supposed to be?"

"That's... the moon. Like the one outside...? On the wall?"

"That's not a moon. That's a wheel of cheese."

"It's not."

"A very ugly wheel of cheese."

"You have no clue about art!"

Kerry grinned widely and snatched the marker out of V's hand to scribble something on one of the paintings. V stood next to him to see what Kerry was up to – but then just groaned when he noticed what it was. "Gonk", V just said, shaking his head, a thin smirk on his face.

"Can't go wrong with a dick", Kerry said with innocent voice. "But this doesn't feel like enough...", he mumbled.

V raised his eyebrows. "Want to set the house on fire or..."

Kerry shook his head and looked around. His eyes fell on a large, noble and probably pretty expensive couch.

"I think I just got a nice idea."

Carrying the couch out of the house and towards the pool was no problem when one of the two used some high tech Gorilla arms – V could've probably carried the couch alone if he'd wanted to. But it would turn out that throwing it into the pool was much more difficult when one of the two decided to be a gonk.

"Alright, on three, Ker. You ready?"

Kerry nodded.

"One... two..."

Kerry let go of the couch. And with wide eyes V and the couch were both flying into the pool, filling the quiet night with a loud splash. Kerry didn't care that he got covered in water, too. Seeing V's dumb face at this moment, this cool and collected merc – priceless.

"... three", V stated flatly after he broke through the surface, swimming in the middle of the pool.

"How's the water, V?", Kerry asked, wiping a tear out of his eye, still laughing.

"Actually... quite nice. Think they heat the pool."

"Ahh... fuck it." Kerry took off his boots and jumped into the pool. For a second or two he'd thought to get rid of his clothes aswell but maybe V would've taken that as an invitation and if Kerry was honest with himself: he wasn't sure he would want that. It was absurd. Young Kerry would probably curse at old Kerry for such a thought. He knew that he wanted V to heal the holes in his heart and head but he wasn't sure if V was up for it, too. After all, Kerry was an expert in putting trust into someone too fast, just to be disappointed. Again.

But one thing he knew: the water was indeed nicely warm. Wet leather pants on skin felt shitty though. He swam towards the glass edge of the pool that offered one hell of a view over Night City.

"Damn must be sweet to be that rich", V muttered next to him.

"Guess it is...", Kerry sighed. Could he just... not mention eddies for five minutes...

While Kerry took in the gorgeous neon lights below, he felt V's gaze on him. Slowly he turned his head. When they had met for the first time, Kerry had disliked those eyes of V. Those cold implants. He wondered why anyone would even want that. He could've picked any gorgeous colour but went with plain, boring white. But now he noticed something in those eyes, the way they reflected the lights of the city he loved and hated so much and he could only think about how fucking beautiful it was. And yet he felt how this cursed insecurity just crawled towards the surface, made itself shown on his face. He hated it. There was no reason to feel so fucking fragile right now. They'd kissed already – and it was a damn good kiss, Kerry had to admit – and V did not ghost him after that, had agreed on a second date even.

There was no reason to be afraid.

Kerry didn't back off when V leaned in to claim a kiss. And he didn't back off when he felt V's hand sliding under the wet tank top that stuck to his body. Felt how his fingers traced lines on his stomach like they were following a secret path. It was a gentle touch and a gentle kiss and Kerry allowed himself to fall into it, while he grabbed hold of the edge of the pool with one hand and let his other wander over V's neck and into his wet, short hair. It shouldn't come as a surprise that V got bold and the hand that explored the golden chrome and soft skin on Kerry's torso decided to wander deeper and slid into his pants.

"V...", Kerry let out with a heavy and shuttered breath, breaking the kiss and turning his head away.

Fuck. His body wanted it. It would be a lie to say otherwise. Part of him wanted to get fucked by V and wanted to fuck him, on Hanako Arasaka's bed, why the hell not. And then spill some more of that sparkling wine, covering their naked bodies with it, jump into the pool again, fuck once more.

But his head...

This chaos, that swirling vortex of emotions in his stupid head...

V seemed to feel it.

His hand slid out of Kerry's pants and he awkwardly glanced to the side for a moment before he threw a charming smile at Kerry.

"Let's get out of here before another guard shows up that just went to town to get burgers for everyone or some shit."


It was like coming down from a bloody trip. Adrenaline could be one hell of a drug, Kerry knew that. His wet clothes started to get cold and felt ugly on his body and he just wanted to get inside his house, take a nice, hot shower, drop to bed – and maybe touch himself while thinking about that moment in the pool.

"Hey uhm... thanks. For... you know", Kerry said and used one of his bots – Steve – as a pillar to lean against while he watched how V started the engine of his bike.

"No problem. I had fun tonight! Give me a call when you sorted through the stuff in your head. Or when you wanna blow up Militech or something. Whatever it is, I'm in", V said with a smile on his face. Surprisingly he didn't seem to be mad that he wasn't invited to come in for the infamous coffee.

"You bet your ass I will", Kerry said, smiling as well.

"Hmm. Think you got what you wanted, Ker?", V suddenly asked in a more serious tone and it made Kerry hesitate to give him an answer right in the spot.

Well. Did he? He'd thought that causing some havoc would've made him feel better about... everything. And yeah, he'd actually enjoyed it. Yet...

"I don't know. Guess it should've been Kovachek's house to truly make me feel better... that bastard still needs to pay for the shit he'd pulled. Actually I think our little adventure just gave me some inspiration how to fuck with him. But at least I don't feel like walking in circles anymore... just not sure that a fuckin' labyrinth is any better."

V was quiet for a few seconds "Well guess you can't always get what you want...", the smile on his face got warmer and gained something cheeky, "... but you can get me."

And with that he drove off into the night, leaving behind a somewhat perplexed, somewhat turned on but definitely happier-than-the-day-before version of Kerry.

And when Kerry went back inside, he was suddenly fine with being alone in the house – because for once he didn't feel lonely. And he hummed a melody that started to form in his mind. Something fresh. Something raw.

Something with a new soul.

Well you can't get what you want
But you can get me
So let's set out to sea, love
'Cause you are my medicine
When you're close to me

When you're close to me.

GorillaZ – On Melancholy Hill