Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Reason I Cry ❯ Arson ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: See chapter 1. Any similarities to unmentioned parties are purely coincidental.

 

“…” - Speech

 

`…' - Thoughts

 

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

 

 

F+U=KABLOOM!!!

 

 

Keitaro retracted his blades and leapt back up into the trees. He continued along a dirt path specified by the 2 dispatched guerillas. Keitaro tapped the side of his helmet and his cloaking shifted into a jungle type camouflage. Keitaro began bounding off trees to hasten his approach to he supposed meeting place for the illegal transaction. Keitaro again heard voices beneath him, but he was a long ways away from the actual objective. He began to descend only to hear that the voices were traveling farther and farther away. Keitaro tapped the side of his helmet and engaged an infrared scope and his hand shifted into a rifle-like object. Figuring that he was a long ways away from the voices Keitaro dropped down and checked the direction in which the voices had left and saw a military convoy in the distance. He slid the bolt action rifle from his arm into place and aimed near the bottom of the fuel tank. Keitaro fired his sound repressed rifle and the bullet nicked the tank, causing moderate leakage. Keitaro tapped the side of his head, disengaging his infrared vision specifically used for his infrared beamed weapons. Keitaro began to hear muffled engine sounds behind him. Keitaro leapt up and waited for the vehicle to pass under him. Moments later, a large truck carrying approximately 15 - 20 guerillas passed under him. Keitaro latched onto the side of the truck, hanging onto ropes on the side. His actions were muffled by the sound of the guerillas talking and the loud engine that nearly overpowered their own voices. Keitaro maneuvered his away onto the bottom of the convoy. He tapped the side of his helmet and miniature hooks protruded from his hands allowing him to use his other hand while it kept him in place under the truck. Keitaro's other hand shifted into a miniature cannon which let loose a torrent of clear crimson liquid which stuck to the bottom of the military vehicle.

 

A.N. - Remember the machinery is organic as well as living so it grows, but on an accelerated level…….Very accelerated…….I mean like super fast……Like 'The Flash' fast……The Flash is cool…..cooler than you……I have changed color! I have become CHAMELEON MAN!!!.....

 

The liquid was in fact, Keitaro's blood and the nano tech in his blood began to break down organic minerals in the metal and slowly push through the material and breach the bottom of the military convoy. Keitaro maneuvered his way back onto the side of the truck and tapped the side of his helmet once gain, re-engaging his active camouflage and leapt back up into the trees. Keitaro continued ahead of the trail of noisy machines until he hear shouting in the distance behind him. Apparently, some of the guerillas had fallen through the floor of one of the convoys halfway and their bodies were torn in half. Then the other trucks had slipped on their organs and killed several of them in a large collision. Talk about a plan falling into place. Keitaro treaded into the forest without further encounters until he reached the nexus of the trading posts. It was a large encampment. Roughly about 20 to 30 thousand men total. Keitaro tapped the side of his helmet and his right hand shifted into what would look like the barrel of the high caliber high powered Savage 110 rifle.

 

ALL VEIWERS UNDER THE AGE OF 17 OR WITH WEAK CONSTITUTIONS SHOULD SKIP NEXT PARAGRAPH DUE TO VIOLENT NATURE. you have been warned.

 

 

Keitaro jumped downwards onto a lower branch and tapped the side of his helmet. Keitaro's armor began to recede into his skin in the usual fashion. Keitaro dropped onto a guerilla that had been standing underneath him and gripped his neck with his ankles. Keitaro shifted his weight backwards and performed a half twist suplex that succeeded in snapping the fortunate guerilla's (he got to die quickly) head partly off, with the veins and blood vessels clearly visible through the torn skin. Keitaro stripped the dead body of its gear and adorned the look of a guerilla. Keitaro tapped his temples and he looked down at the body of the fallen young man whom Keitaro deduced to be no more than 27. Keitaro's facial pores opened and released several 100,000 nano tech which shifted on his skin to alter his physical appearance. Keitaro was now Pvt. 1st class Laverne L. Spy for the U.S. military whose mission was to confirm the sightings of nuclear warheads. (Once again, I have nothing against the U.S. military.) Keitaro picked up the tags from the bodies neck and placed them in his coat pocket. Why he was wearing a coat he couldn't fathom but he continued on anyway. Keitaro's hand shifted back into its normal form as he walked into a nearby tent. Keitaro grabbed several cans of gasoline that happened to be nearby. He placed one near the entrance and punctured a small hole in it, and as it should have, it slowly leaked onto the ground under the barrack floor (you thinking what I'm thinking? Biggest human oven ever; in your face Hitler.). Keitaro walked forward, intently listening to the drunken slurs coming from the tents for any useful information while making his way towards the large tent in the middle of the encampment. Keitaro readied the AKs 74-u that it seemed that most of the grunts had. Keitaro could see shadows of a rather large man conversing with a Cuban accent about the earlier incident involving those men getting ripped in half. Keitaro readied his sights on the fat man through the tent and just when he was about to fire, he heard several guns cocking approximately 4 feet behind him. Keitaro let loose a volley of bullets from his rifle which caught the fat man in the chest and apparently his neck as depicted by a spray of blood and the squirming. Keitaro dropped to the floor in time to dodge some hurried shots from the some 6 or 7 men behind him. Keitaro whipped around and launched the rifle towards the unsuspecting men. The rifle whipped past the head of one man who let out a sigh of relief right before the sling caught the necks of the two men standing next to him. The sling twisted and wrapped around the two men, putting them into a heavy chokehold. Distracted by the two squirming men sprawled out on the ground, the men paid no heed to Keitaro as they searched for a knife and a sharp object. Keitaro tapped his right temple and his hand resumed the shotgun-like weapon it had once been. Keitaro lined the barrel of his weapon the canister of petrol he had punctured earlier. Keitaro fired a heavy volley of steel ball bearings, three of which ignited the petroleum which in turn ignited several barracks. Flaming bodies could be seen running from the building and running into another building, igniting it as the forsaken guerilla collapsed onto the dry floors of dead rotting wood (burns easily, I would know). Keitaro began jogging a brisk pace towards the exit of the camp when several flaming men began to charge at him screaming incoherently. Keitaro reared back as his blades extended from his hand. Keitaro lets loose a flurry of slashes which succeeded in leveling the dead bodies into un-even flaming sections with burnt or burning organs which occasionally popped and let loose with pus or bloodied pieces or flesh. Keitaro surveyed his surroundings. Medics, flaming men and men who had been trampled or shot in the confusion were scrambling around trying to find signs of any help at all. It smelled of death and post-mortem defecation. Keitaro tapped the side of his head and his objectives flashed against his eyes. Objective 1: Locate and Destroy Militia trading post. Objective 2: Eliminate the enemy. Objective 3: Try to do better than you are currently doing. Objective 4: Return to drop off point for extraction. Keitaro jumped onto the roofs of the flaming barracks, heading towards the drop off. Keitaro passed by the burnt wreckage of the former convoy to discover that they had no knowledge of the incident and were simply camped out by the trucks. Keitaro jumped down still in his stolen identity. He walked by unnoticed by the two men who had collected the explosives and ammunition from the trucks and set them in a pile. Keitaro grabbed 3 pairs of flares had hid them in his coat pocket. He walked towards the undamaged truck and threw a lit flare into each one and ran as fast as he could past the wreckage at the end of the line, but he long gone when the explosives had gone off. Keitaro reached the drop off point and picked the steel door off of the ground and walked towards the pod he had been dropped in. He sat down and affixed the door in its original position.

 

OKAY PEOPLE IF YOU WANTED TO SKIP THE VIOLENCE STOP HERE. KEITARO IS NOW IN THE POD HE FIRST WOKE UP IN.

 

Keitaro tapped the panel which came to life with a brilliant blue flash. Several segments of 1's and 0's flashed across the screen once again. Keitaro pupils dilated and returned from their glazed look. Keitaro looked around in the enclosed pod. Several wires protruded from the panel in front of him and slid under the skin to regulate temperature and bodily functions and tranquilized Keitaro effectively. Keitaro was greeted by severe turbulence as the pod he was in was airlifted back to whomever or whatever sources were responsible for the recent events. Meanwhile, one man with stark white hair was observing the now panicking Keitaro from the comfort of a lavished office in the middle of dome-like complex. The man brushed traces of lint of his pin-stripe suit and bit off the end of a fresh cigar that he had pulled out of a polished colonial style desk. He smirked as he lit his cigar. He waved his hand in front of an intercom's sensor which in turn brought it to life.

 

“I want him in `PLEDGE'. Just give him a squad and see what he can do”

 

“Yes sir, and what of his spawn?”

 

“Devote half of them to breaking the gene, and the other half to The MERC and GEMINI programs”

 

“And what of the donors?”

 

A.N.) - Egg cell donors to be exact.

 

“Eradicate them. All traces are to be destroyed”

 

“And what of Noriyasu, Seta?”

 

“Kill him… Make it slow…I want the last thing he sees to be his own organs spilling out from under him. Is that understood?”

 

 

Sorry that I had to cut this chapter so short, and the action sequences seemed so rushed and lacking, but my muse kind of took a vacation right in the middle there, so I tried to finish it as best as I could. Well eventually, Keitaro will return to Hinata, but some bleak surprises are in store! Original characters will run rampant somewhere in the Mediterranean desert armed with nothing but their……unlimited arsenal of…extremely destructive weapons (The ones Bush were looking for! Hahahaha) …. Anyway… There will be pairing(s), not all of them what you'd expect. Let's just say that Kentaro did something he's going to regret, the Hinata Sou left to the two people closest to him (can you guess who they are?), someone tries to commit suicide but always fails (no one tried to stop her, he/she just kept missing his/her vital organs), and Keitaro's new squad doesn't take kindly to his arrival.