Fic: Sacred Treasures [1/?] [ read here ]
Rating: T-Rated for now
Pairing: Takemura x Male V
Notes: Postcanon after The Devil ending, a fix-it of sorts
Excerpt:
The air above the deck flickered, and then a familiar figure appeared. Flickering and translucent in blue, a ghost who had legally died but a year ago. V glanced at Takemura and grinned with friendly mischief. “You again,” he said.
“V,” Takemura began, then closed his mouth uncomfortably. The blade before the grass, hesitating.
“Fancy,” V said, glancing around the sterile steel and glass chamber. His gaze lingered on the two-way observation mirror where netrunners and scientists monitored their conversation, then jumped back to Takemura. “Arasaka pay you extra to be the bearer of bad news?”
“What makes you think so?” It felt strange to be speaking English again. In Kagawa, Takemura hardly ever had to. He was a year rusty.
“Last time I saw you, they’d kicked you over to tell me I was dying. To get you to persuade me to sign my soul away,” V said. He wore the same simple shirt and pants that he’d been wearing in the ward when they had last met, even though engrams usually projected themselves in their preferred clothes. “Well, what’s wrong now? Hit me.”
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