Ark 1 Episode 7 Recontruction



Keyome Tasanagi: I was under the debris.... People.. running. Screaming... I could hear it all. Death it rung through the air like bell. Blaring itself obnoxiously. Was I in hell? I've been there.... It's been two days now. I had survived the explosion... I remember watching Danchou's men...rummage through the burned and wasted bodies of the civilians. One of them, picked one of the burned to hell civillians up confirming to had found someone they were looking for? Ahh.. I dont fucking know... I was laying under rubble... with a my arms burned to a singe... my back was burned as well... but my arms had been cooked. I couldn’t even feel them anymore. So painful... how am I alive..? I remember fire englufing my body.. The impact of the explosion... Knocked me into a store. Then the ceiling fell... all I remember. I woke up... my arms burned black. I found a black cloth... of some sort from a dead Homeless man... For two days... i've been sitting on the roof tops... near me and Haji's old club. I... hope he's ok... Haha... funny enough. I lost my arm... it got pulled right off yesterday night when I fell of this trash can... ducking Danchou's men... and my left arm.. I cant even feel it. So im armless... Yakuza less.... And... I think im going to die in a few hours... The cold air. It bit at my skin... it tore at it. I just wanted to die... maybe I deserved it. I failed... I put my Clan in danger... I know they were all dead by now...every... single last one of them. I failed... my Chairmen. I failed my father... Im trash, hardly a Yakuza... Im a laughing stock. An idiot. I've been beaten... why didnt I die int hat explsion... Why didnt “GOD.” Spare me the failed attempt of this weak existance I now have?Im an insenct... a bug who just got lucky that he wasnt fully squished. Got dammit... I hate this. Im blacking out again... I cant feely my body again... I accept death with open arms. So if your comin... take your time.... I dont mind the wait...



Yule: Asami had heard about all the explosions that had went on and was worried. No one had seen Tasanagi in a couple days. Her instincts told her that he would be somewhere that meant something to him. Since she hadn’t known him all that long she decided to go to the one place she knew he hung out. The club. Before she left her apartment Asami grabbed a couple small bags of chips, three water bottles, and a couple sandwiches that she had made but was too worried to eat. She threw all this in a small over the shoulder bag. If she did find him and he was still alive, he would probably be hungry. She also grabbed her medical kit, which was in another bag that was more like a small back pack. After getting all this stuff she rode the elevator down to the lobby and walked out heading to the club. It actually wasn’t that far from her apartment building. Asami knew the club would be pretty wrecked so she started looking at the buildings around. After realizing she couldn’t see anything she went into a building and headed to the roof top. She would have a better advantage to looking around. Asami took the stairs to one of the taller building in the area. As soon as she was on the roof she started looking around. She was about to give up when she spotted a person sitting on the roof of another building. “That must be him..” She told herself. Asami ran down the steps of the building and sprinted into the other one. She knew he must be in bad shape and was worried that time was of the essence. Finally she reached the roof panting. It really was him though and she couldn’t help but be happy. “Tasanagi!”



Keyome: I eyed her... almost not recognizing her at first. Tch... Screaming my name like that. My vision was blurred and that honestly made it just the more difficult to consentrate. As she approched me... I sighed. “ Hey... new girl.” I said smirking. My body was throbbing in pain... I dont know what was pushing me to live... Maybe im already dead.... I felt that way. I know she could see me shaking... and the dark blood that was just now leaking from my destoryed arm. “ H-how's it going? Haha... ha..” I said to her... I didnt feel cold. But I know my body was. My skin was dark... and my eyes were dull. Hypothermia maybe? Im not sure... but I can feel the very esscense of my body disolve. “ You... sh-..should go home. Asami...” I said to her. “ It's cold out here tonight...” I leaned my head against the street light... and my vision went black as I fell forward passing out on her.



Yule: Asami caught Tasanagi at the last moment and held him close to her. She had to get him to her apartment. He was so cold though. She took her medical kit out and put bandages on the arm that was bleeding, or what was left of it. She wouldn’t be able to do anything out here in the cold. She took off her coat and put it around his shoulders zipping it up. It was tight but it would be okay because it would keep what little body heat he had in. She stood up pulling him with her. He was heavy but she knew she had to push herself. She put her back to his front and took the sleeves of her jacket tying them around her waist. She wrapped her arms around him in an awkward way but it would work. She then proceeded to go down the stairs. That was pretty difficult, his weight was pushing her forward, but at his point she figured he couldn’t feel anything so it was easier on her mind. As soon as she got to the street she went as fast as she could to her apartment. This took her about ten minutes of dragging him but once she was on the elevator it was alright. Asami opened her door and dragged him in. “I better take him upstairs…” Slowly she dragged Tasanagi upstairs into the guest room. She untied the sleeves and set him gently on the bed. She ran into her room right next door and grabbed blankets and pillows. “Gotta get you warm.” She laid the blankets on him and then started a saline IV drip. This time she had a little pole to put it on. This was going to take a while to get him fixed up.

The Shipping...
Keyome Tasanagi:Asami found my scarred body, beaten and battered burned and singed. Quickly after she realized that my left arm was gone, and my other one wouldn’t be much use to me anymore anyways, she quickly started to make calls. She’s smarter than I thought… im glad she was a part of the Family, but a smart Girl like her shouldn’t be a Yakuza… people like me had what was coming to them, I deserved this and I didn’t feel sorry for myself. My pride got my Clan killed; my pride got my arms removed. Im not ready to be a leader… She had sent me off to a man Named Hideo Ketosan. He specialized in human modifications… In Kasaihana city, robotic humans or “Cyborgs” or illegal. And any found are supposed to be killed. If they can kill the bastards anyways. Most of them have heightened systems and battle skills that could easily kill 1,000 enemy human soldiers. Though most of the Kasaihana city is more than your average bunch of cops. He lived on the outside of Kasaihana city…. In Old New York. I’d never been down there. Apparently Asami had some connection with this man, and I didn’t question it. I made my way down through a trash convey… Leaving to Old New York was illegal Very illegal… Once they Trash Convey made its way down to the entrance of Old New York. I could hear the Dan’s the monstrous humans that lived within the city. They looked like something out of one of those Zombie movies that were made in the 20- 21 first centuries. Luckily… this Hideo Ketosan was already there… he was waiting for me in a Black Jeep with Modifications to it. Torrent guns… even a row of RPG Misses that sat on that side connected to what seemed to be a sawed off Tank barrel. After he pulled up in the Jeep, he stepped out. He wore a black trench coat with a Black cowboy looking hat. They were tattered and torn. His breathing was heavy and his arms were long. I can still remember he smelled like motor oil and hahaha garden tools. I mean if that makes any since to you. He pulled my broken body out of the Convey. For a day… he wasted no time. He hadn’t even spoken my name. Hideo was bald, with a long bearded. Japanese name, but he wasn’t Japanese at all. He seemed to be Caucasian a white guy. Massive in size…he pulled me out like I was a bag of feathers. After a two hour drive, we made our way to his home, or rather lavatory. He had a TV in the room I was left in. I watched the News’s. Fucking Donatello, he was talking about the Casualties. Over 300 people were burned to a singe, and they labeled me a terrorist. He pinned it on me… What’s the point of going back to that Hell if im going to get killed anyways. But, I couldn’t let Danchou do this. No matter the cost, I would not let him get away with these arms or not. “Lay back…” Hideo said to me. My eyes scanned the man’s face. Wrinkles and a large scar his eye. He had soft brown eyes, and dark old lips. Surprisingly… he had a wife. She was about the same age of my mother… Fair skinned, also white… She was beautiful for her age. She approached me, her name was Amy. “Hey there… Just relax me and my husband, are family friends to your friend Asami… just relax; we aren’t going to hurt you. Don’t mind my silly husband. He doesn’t talk to strangers a lot. I saw you when the news had been recording the Parade. They labeled you a terrorist… and honestly you’re lucky to have just lost your arms to that explosion.” She smiled… it calmed me down a lot. She felt like my mom… she gave me that motherly presence. The thing I needed. “It’s… going to be alright Keyome.” She said sliding her fingers through my hair. I began to sob, crying like a fucking baby. My whole clan eradicated by this man. I can’t fund those Schools…. Without my clan. I can’t do anything… Fuck man. Hajiame… he has to stay hidden. Asami needs to get out of town too… Once Amy had gotten done holding me… she pressed a needle into my arm. I passed out.



Hideo Ketosan: My name must be getting around quite a lot. “Hideo Ketsoan the human fixer upper guy.” Damn kid. If Asami hadn’t asked me to do this, I would have left him to be eaten by the Dan. I don’t care for his story; to me he was no different. A Fucking Yakuza killing people for their own personal or there “OH SO NOBLE CLAN.” It’s all bull to me. Damn kid doesn’t even know that I used to be a KPD I bet… I got out of Kasaihana due to the corruption within the KPD. I know many secrets. Many things that could usually get someone killed. I and Amy moved here almost 15 years ago. During my time within Kasaihana city, I was a martial arts instructor and a Cop on the side, I also Majored in Human cybernetic mechanics in school, and I was the top of my class even went to college for it for 3 years that’s where I met Amy. I worked and loved my job dearly, and for anyone that lived in District 1, they had free Martial arts classes. I loved the Youth, I still do. But when they are so corrupt… like this young man. All trying to be the top of the crime world. He should be in school, he should be in college, and he’s much too young to be the leader of anything… I worked on his arms. Measuring the length, after so I worked on the muscle structure of how’d it be. I had Amy to do all of the surgical procedures. She started off removing all of the Excess skin on his right arm. And cutting most of the flesh from his left shoulder. Soon enough I had did what needed to be done. Within 3 hours I had both arms, I used the Automail Method. I didn’t believe in Cybernetics’ honestly… It starts off linked directly to the nervous system; an Automail prosthesis does not usually require an external energy source, and can be moved at will like a natural appendage, taking electrical pulses from the nerves to power and regulate the various electric motors and pneumatic actuators inside. Automail limbs are generally made with a full steel skeletal frame layered with steel armor-plating to protect the various wires and intricate machinery inside; however, contemporary technological advancements have allowed certain Automail to be comprised of other materials such as carbon fiber, fiberglass, chrome, copper-nickel and aluminum alloys, so as to be less cumbersome and more durable than steel in abnormal conditions. I don’t use normal Metal either… the metal that I use for the process would be Onyx, and Antimantium within the interior of the Automail. I wanted it sturdy so this guy wouldn’t have to come back to me again. Now, on the exterior… I pressured down the arm so it’d be unlikely to rust. "Rusting" is a word which is reserved for iron oxidizing, but the other metals will also form oxides. There are many different kinds of steels, some which rust more easily than others. Stainless steel, for example, pretty much doesn't rust at all, but it has significant amounts of other elements, usually chromium and nickel, in it. This is what I used for the outer base mostly… Stainless steel I mean. Aluminum is fairly resistant to damaging corrosion, but it forms a thin oxide layer very quickly, which makes a hard barrier to prevent further oxygen from coming in to interact with the remaining aluminum. This is one reason why aluminum is a favorite in structural coatings like aluminum siding on houses and aluminum screen doors -- they do not fall apart when they form a coating of corrosion, which will happen over the years the more he uses it. This took a while but I had did this rather quickly, and arms were easy to me… my wife’s legs were fully automailed now those are difficult. On his other arm. I simply made it synthetic, making it almost look completely human though the Automail itself looked more robotic. But without removing his shirt, and if he wore a glove on the Automailed hand no one could tell. After 6 hours I had finished the task. When he woke, he’d be in unimaginable pain… Which he was. When he woke up… I took him out to get used to them… and of course, his body was rejecting it. His blood would burst out of the bolts at arms at times… but this will stop in a week or so….

Amy Ketosan: My husband and the boy were training… out here in Old New York. This was the best place to get used to that arm. No distractions… just open space and opportunity. The young boy seemed to be a martial artist as well, the next two weeks he sparred with Hideo, learning how to fully use the arm. And oddly enough I saw that Hidey was taking a liking to the boy. He even began to teach him how to use Chi... Something that he said he’d never teach a Yakuza… Keyome had told us about his life story, about how his father was a Yakuza, and how he died. About his mother that lived in District 1… and that he needed to get to her before Danchou’s men did, he pleaded to leave… but Hidey told him no every time. He knew he wasn’t ready to go back with that arm… he’d just get himself killed. Hideo taught him how to use Chi like I said and the boy learned rather quickly… Though it was difficult for him to use it with his new arms. He could only a small bit. I know how he feels, I was a nurse but I was also a cop like my husband. And when I lost my legs… he made me new ones but I couldn’t channel chi thorough them at all…. This boy was different though. I knew that he could save his friends yakuza or not. And honestly I didn’t get that bad intention that I usually did when I was around yakuza back then. He was very sarcastic…. But on his 3rd week here when I took him to see the places where the old residents that used to live here… in old New York, and all of the babies that died… he sobbed again. A Yakuza crying in front of me? That’s something I’d never seen before….

Keyome Tasanagi: It’s been a month…i dont know. Could have been a few days, i've lost track. I was ready to go home. I had a lot to do… I had a new mind state, and a new Objective. They gave me some clothes… and over time, I and Mr.Hideo got along well… I know we did. Man I almost didn’t want to leave they felt like... my parents almost. I felt taken care of. I pulled on my brown jacket. And I as I was leaving… he gave me a weapon, something that he had constructed after one of his favorite film series. Some guy named Rambo, used a 50.cal Machine gun, that thing was heavy... well it would a been if I didn’t have robotic arms. I picked it up with ease… and aimed it around. He told me “Promise me… you won’t use this, unless you’re trying to do some good with it. I know you’re a Yakuza… but that doesn’t mean you have to be a senseless murderous. You’re going back, alright. That’s fine, but you’re labeled a terrorist now. And it won’t be easy to gain the trust of the people… but if you feel like you can make a difference. Then with all means… do it. Be something better kid.” I nodded to him, and made my way out… hopping onto the trash heap that came in and out of town. I was headed back home… I had so much to do, and with little time. I know Danchou more than likely was sitting high on the totem pole… And for that, he would be an even difficult factor to handle. I just hope… my family and friends are ok.



