Chapter 114
I used Jun as a measuring stick. Switching to a new exercise whenever he did. Since despite all his chrome, my brother was a bit out of shape. Too many burritos.
My calves and thighs were burning but it felt good because I had gotten a few Body alerts as I exercised as well!
Then considering most of the stuff was already claimed I walked up to the punching speed bag. The small bag wasnt my usual go to for exercises, but that actually worked to my benefit. I had done punching machines and such before, but never a speed bag.
Although with my chrome arms I wasnt sure if I would actually get much out of it. I wasnt exactly working muscles with my arms, but I wanted to try it anyway.
Plus it was free.
I stretched my legs bouncing a bit to work out the tired muscles as I walked up and hit the bag. It flopped fast, too fast.
I had vague memories of seeing people use the thing in the past, and I had even seen John use it as I walked in.
I held back and struck it again. It bounced and flopped much more controllably.
Better. A voice startled me and I looked back to see the old TC man himself. Three count. Like this. He informed me, walking up and striking the bag once, letting it three times before he struck it again, and instantly there was a balance.
He stopped right after. Try again.
I shrugged, a tap of my fist, and I waited. Then struck again. Then again. I got the pace down nearly instantly.
Good. Now sw-
I had already switched hands, starting to shift which hand struck the back, constantly changing the number of hits, and adjusting.
Huh. You pick things up quick. He complimented, and I shrugged as I moved.
I know how to fight pretty well, used some punching machines before, just never a speed bag. I informed him.
Show me. he demanded as he walked over behind the speed bag for a set of mitts. He slipped them on and waved me over.
I sighed. I was kinda just wanting to do my own thing. But I shrugged and walked over.
And then we started, I punched out and struck his mitts as he moved, and I moved with him, following him around striking the mitts even dodging his telegraphed swipes as I fell into the rhythm, and I could see him testing me. Starting slow before going faster and faster, telegraphing less and less to see where I stood.
Finally I had to block his mitt as I leaped back to keep from getting smacked in the face and he nodded. Youre not bad kid. Who trained you?
No one really. For this anyways. Sensei at the Deravaja Dojo worked with me on some sword stuff.
He scoffed at my words as he looked me over. Well you either had years of training or youre a natural.
The second actually. Jun said suddenly as he walked over and pulled me in by the shoulder.
Ew! Jun! You sweat beast! Gross! I cursed at him as he had pulled me right into his stinky armpit.
Jun of course realizing what he had done just laughed at my horror as I wiped at my shoulder.
Kusanagi.
John. Jun greeted back, before nodding his head at me. My sister is a genius. Most of the time anyways.
Gonk. I retorted, flushing a little at being complimented. I mean. If you were going by how quickly I could learn something thanks to my system, I would be a super genius. But I also kinda wasnt. So it was a bit embarrassing to be complimented for something that wasnt really true, but something I couldnt really argue.
Huh. Well she gots some good hands. John offered complimenting my punching skill.
But I couldnt let that setup go. Bought them myself. I retorted a little sarcastically earning a blink from the older man before he actually let out a deep chuckle.
Got me there kid. Got me there. You done already Kusanagi? John asked and Jun shrugged. I cant wear myself out. I have work tonight.
Both of us looked to Jun with eyes filled with disappointment.
Dont get fat Jun-nii.
Im not fat! He actually shouted and everyone looked at him. Jun had that moment of realization that he had spoken a little too loud. Im not fat. He poked me with a finger, but in the end he did turn around and go work on a treadmill sort of thing for a while.
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Have fun? Jun asked as we both headed up on the elevator.
Exercise isnt really fun to me. I answered. Sure, I had eventually forgiven John for bothering me when he pulled me into some more exercises that had pulled another Body Alert from my system. I enjoyed the results, but the act itself was mostly just drudgery, if not for Cool keeping me on task, I probably would have stopped long before even Jun.
Although It was kinda nice though to get my muscles burning again.
Heh. You had a happy look on your face though?
I did not!
Ah I see. John is married you know?
Wha? JUN!
What? You like olde- I punched him instantly for daring to utter such lies!
I do not like older guys! I yelled as the elevator door opened and into the face of the woman that was standing there.
The woman was wearing a cool leather like jacket neon lights lighting it up in a strobe effect, her hair glowing to a musical beat that she was also nodding her head to. She had a guitar strapped over her back, and as I looked on she blew a bubble of pink bubblegum and popped it.
She was, in one word, cool.
And probably Rockerboy neighbor.
Nice guitar. I offered, unable to say anything else. I recognized the model from the music shop, although I couldnt remember the name. I wasnt exactly an instrument hound after all.
It does what I need. She muttered cooly, hip cocked to the side and looking us over. Although I noticed her eyes were mostly on Jun.
Jun, right? You just moved in. She greeted, her eyes practically flashing.
Yeah. Nice to meet you. He said, still fighting off chuckles at my previous yell.
Preem. You should come see the show sometime. She offered and reached into her guitar bag and pulled out a leaflet. TC get a discount. She added and Jun took the leaflet. I stood up on my tiptoes to take a look.
Malcolm is injured. He gets special treatment Hiromi. I reminded my choom which she just puffed her cheeks at me pretending to be annoyed and then we both burst into giggles as one.
Malcolm mumbled something I didnt catch, but it sounded like These two gonks. And then he spoke louder. I dont care. I just want to see you play something. Youve been all secrety about it. He told me and I laughed. That was pretty true.
Fine.
Okay I have some a few songs I think youll like. I said as I grabbed my music box and plugged in. Nirvana should be pretty on point for Malcolm, and I already had Smells Like Teen Spirit finished.
So I settled in and after a moment my hands hit the chords. I was doing my best to ignore my chooms both staring at me, as the emitters started up and the drums slammed into the intro.
As I played through the song Malcolm seemed into it, nodding his head, while Hiromi was fully engaged, eyes wide which I noticed as I finally looked up from my guitar and our eyes met, her face flushed in excitement as I sang for the crowd of two.
Ow. Malcolm said, suddenly hissing and wincing as he shifted and moved to hold his side.
Malcolm! The song ended instantly music box turned off, as I stood up, but he waved me off.
Im fine. I just jerked a bit! Im okay. Heh. Good song Motoko. I was getting into a bit too much. he replied and I sat back down with a sigh. Whew.
Maybe something more low key? I asked and Malcolm and Hiromi both shook their heads, Hiromi standing up and pointing.
Finish the song Motoko! Better yet! Start again! Repeat! Put it on loop!
Pfft. Ow, Hiromi dont make me laugh so hard. Malcolm gasped struggling not to laugh so hard it hurt him.
I wouldnt mind hearing it from the start as well. A new voice called out.
Hey Vik! I chirped, waving as the ripper finished walking in. He had been resting against the entrance way listening as the song finished.
Motoko, I remember you mentioning picking up the guitar as a hobby, but that was good work there kid. He said as he walked over and grabbed his chair rolling over to us once he was down.
Well. Im still learning and everything. I demurred, but Viks dad energy wasnt going to let me go that easy.
Nonsense, that was excellent. What song was that? Never heard that band before.
Ah The song was Smells Like Teen Spirit. Uh No band. I mean. I dont have one.
Wait! Motoko! You wrote that yourself!? Malcolm asked, gasping and I didnt say anything. I mean, it wasnt like I could say it was Nirvana.
They dont exist here.
And saying I wrote it was Yeah that made me uncomfortable. So I didnt say anything.
Ill play it from the start for you Vik. But just Dont tell anyone okay? Its embarrassing.
Vik literally just laughed at me, but he had a big smile so I forgave him. Then I started playing again.
Load up on guns, bring your friends!
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It was still a little embarrassing to play songs in front of people, but Malcolm liked the music, and him being hurt was more important.
I had taken a few breaks from time to time working on making new songs to my chooms surprise, as I put together an entire song in just an hour or so before putting on a rendition of Lithium Flower.
But then I got a call from my current contracted merc. Hang on guys. Got a call. I told my chooms who were distracted with their games anyway.
*Hey Jackie! How goes?*
*Hoh. Easy enough Hermanita. An easy gig is an easy gig. Went around flashed pictures of your targets. Got a whole lot of run around stories, but Ive spent most of the day eating burgers.* Jackie broke into a laugh at that and I smiled along with him.
Jackie had of course been the merc that I thought of first when I needed someone to be visibly snooping around Rancho Coronado. Jackie was the perfect fit. Big enough that no one would want to fight him while he was asking questions, friendly enough that the few that did would end up letting it go, especially when he would be very visibly lazily following the requirements to find the gonks.
Spending most of his time eating food and hanging out.
*You sure you dont want me to actually try and find these gonks? Ive had a few people hint they wouldnt mind letting me know for a certain amount of eddies. Apparently your targets arent well liked. Even if one of them is the nephew of some important choom in 6th St.* He said suddenly and I had to frown at that.
I hadnt considered that it might be easy to find them. That 6th St. and the people in the suburbs might not like the gonks. And one of them was highly connected. That did complicate things.
*Tempting.* I finally admitted but shook it off. *If you can get the info cheap, then I wouldnt mind. Ill even throw in a bonus, but I dont want you to push too hard.*
*Yeah Hermanita I remember your plan. No problem. Ill keep letting everyone think Im just not that interested, and if I do end up with their location then Ill let you know. Hows little Malcolm holding up?*
I smiled at Jackies question, he had been pretty mad when he learned Malcolm had been shot. I guess for Jackie just a single gig and then a bar trip was enough to make them chooms.
*Malcolms okay. Looking better already. Vik says hell be back on his feet by the end of the week.*
*Good. Glad to hear that Hermanita. Alright then. Ill update you again tomorrow, but I got a beer and a burger with my name on it.* He said, sounding cheerful as the call disconnected.
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Eventually Malcolm's mother came into the clinic and despite Hiromi and Is best efforts to stick around to enjoy the look on Malcolm's face, we did eventually have to leave.
Malcolm's mom was super embarrassing for him. I think if we hadnt left he might have just finished himself off to save himself the trouble.
Unfortunately Hiromi needed to head home.
I have homework Ive been putting off, and well, Malcolm is a good excuse but my teachers wont accept it, and then my rents will be on my case. She whined at me as we walked over to our cars.
I get it. Well meet up soon! Once Malcolm is feeling better we should all go out and have a night to relax. I offered and Hiromi seemed to perk up.
Yeah! Ill get through this week and then itll be a party night! Ill find out if theres anything going on this weekend! Be prepared Motoko! Because Im going to drag you to the preemest places!
I just laughed as Hiromi hopped onto her bike and drove off with a waving arm behind her.
I slipped into the Quadra and decided to head home.
I was still taking a break from anything, murdery related and so I was gonna go flop on the couch. Maybe do some more coding work?
No. I shook my head. Ill go hit the gym some more. I could use some mindless exercise time. It had actually been
Relaxing.
