Cyberpunk 2077 {Female V x Goro Takemura }

Chapter 9

It had been long and several hours, the night took its course. For once in a long while, that night, V didn't dream of anything. No nightmares, no pain, nothing. Just a quiet hum in the back of her head that brought a kind of soothing feeling to her person. It felt good not waking up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, eyes heavy with tears or loss for breath. Tonight was...normal as far as someone could say.

***

As morning rose through the large glass panes that made the penthouse's walls, light flowed through, illuminating the majority of the penthouse, revealing the broken low table at the center of the living room, a large cut in the couch with its contents of cotton ripped out and scattered throughout the floor of the living room. Over at the kitchen, multiple stools on the ground. There were claw marks edged on the hardwood floor and among were scattered torn pieces of clothing.

V wrinkled her nose at the feeling of the warm rays of sunlight across her body. She shifted, wanting to find some kind of shade and continue her sleep. But neither was found. She gave a low groan and stretched out, back and feet making some popping noises as she cracked out her bones. She let out an exhale and opened her eyes, meeting the sight of the city. She glanced down at her body and noticed the whole mess.

Startled, she sat up, she noticed a familiar black coat covering her naked body. It took her a long minute to settle into her surroundings and discover the incredible pain her body was in, along with a numerous amount of bruises throughout her body. Gripping the coat, she looked around the room, registering the mess. "Oh...shit..." she muttered. She heard some noises coming from the kitchen, slowly turning her head and laying eyes on the familiar figure. "Takemura...?" She muttered.

Takemura was dressed in his usual uniform. Black slacks, sleek shoes and his button up white shirt. Only missing was his coat which the naked woman was holding tightly against her bare chest. He turned to look over his shoulder at V before continuing to focus on whatever he was doing.

V rose the coat that laid on her and looked underneath, the bruises across her body continued as she examined her naked body. A panic set in quickly. "Oh shit..." she muttered again, flinging legs to the ground as she tried to get up but only managed to crumble down to the ground. She let out a wince of pain and sat up, her body was helpless. She had no strength. What the fuck!? Her mind pondered.

Footsteps were heard as Takemura was seen approaching behind the couch, he carried a tray in which he settled at a still standing piece of the broken table. "You...must be wondering what happened last night." Takemura said in a low tone, eyes focused on the cup he placed on the table along with some white pill tablets.

V glanced at the whole ordeal he brought before turning to look at Takemura, straight in the eyes. "Did...did we...?"

A silence filled them both before Takemura closed his eyes. He couldn't bare to look at her in the eyes as she could. He looked like he was almost in shame. He let out a small breath before nodding slowly, answering her question. "I've brought you some tea, and some pain killers. The first morning after is not easy."

"First morning after? what are you talking about?" V was a confused, painful mess on the ground.

Takemura refused to glance at her in the state she was in. He reached over from the secondary intact couch and handed her some clothes he had picked out for her. Simple clothes, sweatpants and a shirt. "Get dressed and drink the pills. We will talk more after." Takemura spoke and stood up, turning on his heels and walking away to another room in the first floor, presumably, the office.

V stared plainly at his back as he disappeared into the other room. She glanced down at the cup and the pills before reaching over them. She popped them in her mouth before letting the liquid of the tea wash away the tablet down her throat. She looked down at the leather coat. She gave it a tight grip before throwing it over to the couch. She stood up and began to get dressed, luckily those painkillers doing wonders to her body. Once dressed, she walked over to the doors of the office, giving a quick set of knocks.