Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Reason I Cry ❯ The Reason I Cry ( Chapter 1 )

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“…” - speech

 

`…' - thought

 

`…' - sub thought (internal conflict/ mental debates)

 

italics - sounds

 

 

The Reason I Cry

 

 

 

Beep .Beep .Beep .Beep. Beep

 

Keitaro gradually opened his eyes to be greeted by a darkened room. The only sound he could hear was the sound of the heart monitor that had kept him company and reminded him that he was still alive. He looked at the ceiling he had been looking at for the past two months. He looked down at his legs, or at least what used to be his legs. Now all that were left were half his left thigh and nearly none of his right. His arms were in no better shape than his legs. All that was left was parts of his right arm and scorched remains of his left. There used to be a gaping hole in his side but that was patched up with something that had the same consistency to blast gel. Why they were keeping him alive was a mystery to him. It was probably because he was still alive when they found him. A month ago they had started a series of tests. Drawing blood samples, taking X-rays, getting brain tissue, and they had even gone so far as to take his seed. He had long ago given up hope that he would be let go. In any case he would rather they just put him down. But this long two months had given him time to think. He thought about his life, his choices, his hopes, and his dreams. He had made many conclusions that had brought him as close as he was ever going to be to enlightenment. He had never felt anything other than contentment. He never felt lonely, never sad, and he abolished any feelings regret he had for anything in his life. He concluded that it wouldn't matter whatever he did, because life always ended in any case. No matter what you do in life it never matters, because eventually you die. Keitaro's thoughts were interrupted by the door to his room/cell was opened. There was a burly man about 7 feet tall in the doorway. He ducked and stepped inside and stood the side to let 3 men in hospital attire in with a cart used for moving patients. The large man lifted Keitaro and placed him onto the cold metal surface of the cart and pulled out the usual orange sedatives. It was probably the only thing he used his taste buds for. The sedative, instead of making Keitaro actually sedated, he was just in a sort of trance and could still react according to instinct. They wheeled the semi conscious Keitaro into the familiar operating room from where they conducted tests based on his regenerating ability, his supposed immortality, and his ability to actually stay alive.

 

Though Keitaro had seen this room many times before, it seemed different now. He had failed to notice that they were prepped for a surgery. Advanced surgical tools and several remote surgeons were stationed around the room preparing scalpels and what looked like pieces of machinery and a 24 ounce container of light blue liquid that seemed to glow in the brightly illuminated room. They strapped Keitaro onto a larger metal slab and locked him into place with several metal braces with strong steel needles that plunged into his skin that threatened to shred the skin from bone with too much resistance. Keitaro couldn't comprehend their speech in his state, but he concluded that they had agreed to start the surgery. They began by removing the cast and bandages around the stubs that were his arms and legs and began to rip the dead and decaying flesh from them to bring out the nerves buried into his skin. Then they began the attach the machinery to his nerves, using nano tech to graft it to the actual flesh and using biometrics to melt the flesh and bone into the organic living metal. They assembled similar but different pieces of machinery. They removed the blast jelly - like object from Keitaro's stomach which gave way to a pus-like substance that filled Keitaro's stomach and began to do the same procedure but instead the sliced open his stomach and began to drip the liquid into Keitaro. The liquid would now be recognized as a tube of nano-tech. The small machines fused their own bodies and blood cells and white blood cells, absorbing the actual blood cell into their system becoming as organic as Keitaro himself (which is now 50/50). Several more containers of the little pieces of technology were used to graft his organs into place and expand his natural muscles. When all of it was said and done, the operation took approximately 5 days and on several occasions, Keitaro fell out of his stupor and felt the extreme pain they were actually causing him. The machines formed rounded orbs, the leg pieces large and longer than the arms. They then placed Keitaro into a different room. It was completely white with a one way window, a large metal slab, several computers, and a small pad for a head rest.

 

A.N. - For those who can't imagine what it would look like, it looks like one of the chairs in the matrix. You know the ones I'm talking about.

 

Several more of the men who performed the operation on him walked in and placed wiring into the symbiotic machines that formed small circles to accommodate the wires. Several of the machines booted up and began to feed information into the machines which was relayed into Keitaro's brain by the nano tech. Keitaro was manufactured into the first of many soldiers like him. Keitaro's seed was used to create children. Approximately 100, 000, of which were genetically altered to inherit Keitaro's genes, specifically his regeneration and near immortality. One of the technicians grabbed an instrument from his pocket and a scalpel. He then made a small incision in the top of his skull and inserted one more bit of machinery and slipped it into the wound where it was pulled through the skull and into the brain. This was the end of the age of nuclear war. Now came something much worse. The ultimate weapon that could be destroyed by only its own will. Over the course of the next month, Keitaro was continually injected with more and more nano tech which formed his parts more and more versatile objects.

 

Keitaro snapped awake. He surveyed his surroundings and found himself to be inside a small pod-like structure. In front of his eyes was a panel when he tried to touch it he found that his hands were covered by gloves. When he stood up he hit the top of the pod with a thud and figured that he was wearing a helmet. He looked down at his body and found out that he was covered into armor like attire. He touched the panel in front of him and it came to life. The screen of his helmet slid back into the helmet and the helmet slid into itself until it was only a small strip at the back of his head. It was similar as his other armor as the other pieces slid into folds of themselves (remember that his armor is living A.I.) until they were only small strips on him that receded into his skin. The panel showed a sequence of numbers. Well, it was only 2 numbers; it was a sequence of 0's and 1's. Keitaro's eyes scanned the numbers quickly and he seemed to understand it. Keitaro's eyes glazed over and he kicked open the door to the pod. He was in the middle of the jungle. Keitaro tapped the side of his head twice and his armor went back to it place, stopping above his forearms. Keitaro's objectives flashed in front of his eyes (terminator style) and Keitaro's hand changed into a shotgun like weapon.

 

A.N. - It looks more like Mega Man's hand cannon. All of his weapons will come from his body or surroundings and modified by his nano tech.

 

Keitaro cocked his weapon with his left hand that remained unchanged and a shell popped out of his upper forearm (for laughs). Keitaro jumped up and easily bounded over the trees. He landed on a thick branch and continued until he heard several men speaking in a strange language under him. He tapped the side of his helmet. The nano tech in his brain recognized the language as an unofficial Cuban dialect (I'm not a racist, just a random thing). His left hand turned into a grappling gun (similar to Batman's without the bat shape). He lowered himself downwards until he could see the two men conversing. They wore some sort of Guerilla uniform. It was some sort of rebel faction trading weapons for oil from what Keitaro could gather. Keitaro tapped the side of his helmet once again and his suit engaged a very advanced cloaking system. His right hand turned into a dual blade gauntlet (Predator style execution baby!). He dropped down and shoved the blades through one man's skull, picked up his body and flung it at the other man, and before the man even exhaled from impact he extended his blades and stabbed him through the dead body of his comrade.

 

 

He ha

 

End Chapter 1!

 

 

A.N. - Well how do you like it? Any reviews would be appreciated. Flames, criticism, and any comments at all will be taken to heart and useful information will gain an honorable mention.