Cyberpunk: XYZ

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Chapter 24: Home III

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Cherry Blossom is one of the contenders for the most colorful shopping area in Night City.

Most of the place is covered by a glass roof, and its name comes from the trees and flowers found around the area.

The market has an ever-changing line-up of vendors offering a multitude of goods to purchase and consume, goods that are not available in other places of Night City.

During the day, Cherry Blossom is not very crowded, allowing for a more relaxed browsing.

During the night, however, most of the shops open up and put on display their unique share of exotic products.

X found himself there in the morning, standing by a holographic cherry blossom tree.

He looked cleaner than ever, having cut his hair and combed it backward. He also shaved, looking a whole lot younger.

X must've also bought new clothes as he was wearing squeaky clean black pants and loafers, a white shirt, mostly covered by a black wool coat.

He just stood there for a while, just watching the scenery... The scenery of nothing but a shop with a 'Medical Assistance' neon sign, a Ripperdoc.

There was a large capacity trash can to the side, yet X could still see a lot of garbage thrown into the corner.

There was also a lot of graffiti on the walls around, even on the walls right by the clinic, and some trash right by its door.

X took a step forward, then another until he reached the opened clinic. He stepped inside and surveyed the situation.

He only saw the usual, neon signs, screens showing ads, a projector showing more ads, and a vending machine.

There was a specific ad that attracted X's attention. The ad showed the face of a woman with three mouths, a long snake-like blue tongue slipping from one of them.

The woman's lips were... Well, they had cum on them... 3 Mouths 1 Desire Sasha Devon experience... That was the advertisement.

Maybe some individuals desire her ability to give three heads at the same time? Because X heard about her a lot, quite popular she was.

"Ever tried her, my friend?" X's attention was attracted by the sound from the side, a fat man sitting on one of the waiting seats.

"Nah, not into the gang bang experience," Said X as he shook his head.

"Don't have to be that way, ya know," The man laughed and explained, "Just customize yourself two extra lumps of meat and have your way with her."

"Oh? People do that? Just for her?" X was curious as he raised a brow.

"I bet the bitch can start a cult with how fanatic her fans be sometimes... Yes, they do that," The man nodded with a chuckle.

"Well, have you heard of how it feels?" X asked as he sat by his side.

"I heard stories... Divine, they say, especially since she has two more holes down there, if ya know what I mean," The man let out quite the perverted smile as he clarified.

"So when she gives these types of people head... Are there really no problems with her teeth?" X was somewhat confused about how that would work.

"That's part of the experience, my friend... A cut, bite, or scratch is sacred to her fanatics, bwhahahahahaha!" X was no longer confused.

"Thanks for the enlightenment, my friend," X chuckled upon the realization before reaching for a handshake, "X."

"Richard," The man took the handshake.

X stood up and went to the receptionist. Not only does the clinic have a receptionist, but it also has an assistant.

The clinic is more professional than Vik before X joined him, and for a good reason, this clinic has very close ties with the Tyger Claws.

"How may I help you?"

"Do you have a catalog? Wanna see what you have," X asked.

"Of course," The receptionist nodded and handed him a tablet to look through, not afraid one bit that he would escape with it.

You just do not offend the Tyger Claws in their home territory, and X wasn't willing to as he looked through their catalog.

He only stopped when he heard the click of the door opening, so he thanked the receptionist and walked out.

The door that opened was that leading to the operation room, where the Ripperdoc by the name of Chiyo Omoto does her thing.

The customer that she was just done working on walked out, and while the door was opened, X glanced there before continuing on his way.

"A burrito please," X sat down in one of the many stalls in the Cheery Blossom market and ordered himself a meal, a breakfast Burrito, been a while since he tried it.

"You live around here?" X was the one to ask the stall owner.

"What's that gotta do with ya?" The stall owner didn't like the question. No one likes such questions in Night City.

"Just wondering how is things around here? Is it safe? I'm a new resident here," X calmly explained.

"Speak less. Mind your own business. No going out at night, and you should be good," The stall owner flatly said, mostly focused on cooking.

"Makes sense, anything else I need to know If I want to integrate into the community here?" X, or rather, Y certainly didn't speak less, just more. To ask the embodiment of curiosity to speak less is wishful thinking.

"You don't. Keep your head down, and as I said, speak less," The stall owner advised.

"C'mon boss, don't be too harsh on the new kid," Said an old man also sitting in the stall with a bowl of ramen in his hands.

 "Oh shut it, want him to end up like you, missing an eye?" The stall owner scoffed at the old man.

"Hehehe, it's experience experience, go through some shit and man up... That's our way," The old man laughed.

"Your ways are trash," The stall owner bluntly stated.

"Don't mind him. He's a bit rigid, I mean, what's the point of living in this garbage if you don't go for the rush? Go Ahhhh, and die in flames!!" The old man was high.

"That's what I was thinkin'," X seriously nodded.

"Ay, kid, you look much too clean for the flames he speaks of, so eat and go on your way," The burrito was prepared.

"Listen not! And live life! Fly away!" The old man must've been mimicking some play he once saw?

"Wow," X was impressed, "Hey, what're you taking? How powerful is that shit?"

"Oh, it's so fucking good... Ahh," The old man let out a breath in reminiscence, "It reminds me of when I got pegged... That shit's good shit."

"Sure..." That took a turn X didn't expect, "You're right tho, I always wanted some tattoos but never got one... Is the Ripperdoc there good?"

"Nope, the bitch is flat like a board. She a doc but can't fix her lack of parts? Bitch please," The high old man was quick to answer.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. She's good. That's why the Tygers use her," The stall owner corrected.

"Whaaaat? They use her? I do not freaking get it, what's her appeal? Is them brains fried?" The old man was gone into the ninth heaven.

"Yeah? I thought the gangs have their own docs, you know, or is she that good?" X seemed curious.

"She's their doc first of all... Everything around here is theirs," The stall owner shook his head.

"Don't they, like, own her shop? She must be thy bitch, ya?" Said The old man.

"Eat more and speak less kid, especially about them," The stall owner advised.

"Hairless balls mothafucka," The old man taunted, although none of his mockings seemed to get to the stall owner, too used to his shenanigans.

X listened this time, eating and ignoring the old man who never stopped rambling.

The Burrito was not bad... It was Night City food. Yeah, that's the best way to describe it.

He ate in silence and watched the surroundings, the drunk corpos that ended up passing out in the pubs nearby, now having to run in panic to their work.

The homeless looking through the trash for some bread crumbs or begging about.

He listened to the conversation of those sitting in the stalls by the side, their chatter as they ate to get energy for another uneventful day.

Once he was done, X stood up and walked away, his eyes gleaming with new wisdom, 'These streets never sleep... Doing that is not worth it.'

'The shop is owned by the Tygers... We can approach Wakako,' Z responded.

'We should first determine her relationship with the Ripperdoc,' X nodded... He sees an opportunity, one that requires bloodshed...