Goro Takemura x Reader

Forty-Three

For the sake of remaining unnoticed you shed your shoes. The ground was cold, making your feet flinch as your soles fully came in contact with it.

A soft shiver made you suck in some air but you kept it down. With your back pressed against the wall you threw a glance around a corner.

You had seen the two kidnappers, Jackie and V roaming the halls a few times. But it was impossible that these two single-handedly had managed to take over THE Arasaka Tower.

That was a thing of the impossible. Both physically and with the means that a common street merc had.

In that split second a thought crossed your mind. You believed to remember that Saburo had once told you a story about a man who had managed to break past security points of the tower as well.

A terrorist attack, if you remembered correctly. He had even show you a photo of his face and a name but it had slipped your mind.

Something silver, was his name.

All you did remember clearly was this smug grin on his bearded face.

"Tsk!", annoyed at your own incompetence, you shook off these thoughts and checked the other hallway just to make sure there was no danger ahead.

You couldn't risk being caught. If they'd catch you and not immediately blow a hole through your brain.

Everything just screamed for you to get lost. And yet there was this instinct that grew in your guts.

Carefully, you dared to run out into the open hallways. You didn't know where to go. All you could do was guess the direction in which Goro had disappeared to.

It was awfully quite for a while now. That could either mean they hadn't crossed paths yet or someone had died already.

You prayed it wasn't the latter.

Even though it was foolish to the core you couldn't help but whisper his name into the dark every once in a while. The hairs in the back of your neck stood up straight, chasing a tingle across your skin.

Everything was so dark in this red light. The surroundings felt dull and unreal. Almost like a simulation.

Again and again, you wrapped your fingers around the relics that you kept hidden away in an double lining of your jacket.

It was impressive to think just how slick Saburo was. This jacket had been a gift and he had made sure to leave enough options to keep secrets. As if he knew when it was needed.

That slick motherfucker must have planned your involvement in his will for a long time. Secretly, you cursed yourself for thinking so sheepishly about him for so many years.

Your legs carried you into a direction you had thought about.

Where did you need to go?

No one would tell you. Not even sounds wanted to tell. Even though it was strange thing to hope for you wanted to hear some gunshots. Just to know where you'd be needed.

Goro would probably be mad. He had been so sure about his request. You weren't supposed to put yourself in harms way. That was what he was meant to do in your steed.

You listened.

But all you could hear was the echo of your own breath in your ears. It was nerve wrecking. You hated it.

Why did you hate so much about this life you were given?

Anyone else would have bathed in the money and privilege that came with the Arasaka family. Not you. Ever so often the wish crossed your heart that you should have died in that accident as well.

Your fingers wandered along the wall, just so you could tell where doors led into different rooms while you weren't looking.

Your eyes moved to the corner of your vision.

An empty room. Dead bodies.

You moved on.

Another room. Empty but with tons of destroyed equipment. It seemed odd to you that nothing was missing. Instead, the system had been ruined through gunshots.

Small sparks of electricity jumped into the air and caused a frizzing sound.

Years of work, lost. Or at least partially damaged.

It was obvious that Saburo wasn't naive. Surely he would have a safety copy stored somewhere. Somewhere even safer than the core of Mikoshi.

At the thought, you frowned.

How did they find out?

Mikoshi wasn't an official product of the Arasaka corporation. It wasn't even a listed program for copyright reasons. In fact, Mikoshi was a better kept secret than the fact that you were officially adopted by Saburo Arasaka.

So how did these mercenaries not only manage to break in but also find this place?

It was so far below the surface for a reason. There wasn't more time to think about it though.

All of a sudden a shot cut through the silence. It was so loud that your heart skipped a beat as it filled your ears. Frightened, you froze, unable to figure out what to do.

You've never been in this kind of situation and now it showed.

"Chikushou!", you cursed, your hands clenched into fists to keep them from shaking.

A cold shiver made goosebumps grow all over your body. Your legs threatened to freeze again.

But you had to go. You wanted to.

With your breath held you straightened your back and dared to get closer to the direction in which a fight seemed to grow.

Once in a while a few shots rang out yet it did not seem like one hell of a threatening situation. Considering that this heist must have started a bit ago the attackers must run low on ammo at this point.

That was a good thing. At least when you thought about the expression that had crossed Goro's face as he had checked how much he had to defend himself.

Not enough, that was what his eyes had told you.

How were you even to help him?

You didn't know how to fight. Your body was flesh through and through with no form of modification that could be used as a weapon.

The sounds grew louder and with every step the hairs in the back of your neck stood up straight.

You rounded a corner, still close to the wall.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared before you. Your heart skilled a beat.

"Goro?", you asked, too startled to think straight.

As equally surprised as yourself, the blue haired woman threw a glance over her shoulder.