Beginning 1.1

"Wait, what?"

My incredulousness went out loud. I didn't even feel tired and I watched as Bakuda gained a smug look on her face-, wait, she's unmasked.

"Yeah. You've been working on that thing for hours and honestly, you took way too long."

She said that as if my creation of the gun was too long. And, with how she makes bombs, it probably was. But there was a reason for this.

Not only did it do the splash effect, the gun actually did more damage the more it was used and granted the wielder pyrokinesis.

It was an interesting thing. Back to Bakuda, I mentioned that, "Well, I can throw flames now."

She raised her eyebrow, motioning her hand for me to explain. I didn't and instead conjured fire in my hand.

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at me, "How did you do that?!"

She all but screeched what she said in my face, but I couldn't be bothered to tell her to stop, mostly because she was just too amusing.

"Well, I used Lung's power for tinkering apparently. Don't worry, though. You're still the better tinker. I take a lot of time to tinker, you know. More than you... Anyways, have I been given orders?"

Bakuda, calming down, shrugged dismissively before going to her desk and pulling out a nintendo DS. She started playing some obscure game that focused on Eidolon facing against every S-Class threat.

I went back to overlooking the ray gun and looking at the materials on the desk. Or rather, the lack thereof. Shrugging dismissively, I went over to a seat and just sat down, observing Bakuda.

After 5 minutes, she apparently had enough of my gaze that she whipped around, glaring at me.

"You got something to say?"

The words were laced something with a threat. Of course, I couldn't be bothered to care. "Yes, namely where is your mask?"

"What, do I look ugly? Enough that I have to wear a mask all the damn time?!"

I shook my head, "It's just odder to see you without one. So, I've thought of a name and decided to name myself Kyudoka."

She laughed, "What does that mean?"

I raised my brow. "A master of the Japanese Martial Art of Archery."

She full on laughed, pausing her game, and putting it on the table. She went over to me, assessing me with her eyes.

"A big name for a small one."

For some reason, that irked me. My own eyes bored back at her. "And you're one to talk, you act as if you're the best tinker."

She glared back at me, "Oh? And who's better?"

I then said three names that came out of the top of my head, though I don't know the reason why. "Hero, Dragon, and even Armsmaster."

Her shoulders shook with rage, looking as if she was about to deck me and she proceeded to do so. With the ray gun still in my hand, I blocked her fist with the ray gun, swerving off the chair, and kicked the back of her knee in a smooth motion.

I then elbowed the back of her head and with my other hand, shoved her down at the neck.

She still shook with anger as I put the ray gun back on the table.

"Well? Gonna try to deck me again?"

A deep chuckle echoed out after I said that and I turned around quickly, seeing Lung with Lee at his side. Through the chaos, they came in here before I even noticed with my Overclock power.

I opened my mouth to speak but his hand came up. "So, have you figured a name?"

Nodding my head, I responded with my new name. "Kyudoka."

Lung visibly pondered about it, "Good. Now, get to tinkering. If you can give Bakuda a power, do so. Lee here will be focused on getting materials. I am off to research who broke into our casino."

As Lung turned around, he growled out, "And Bakuda, do not let your ego and pride override the fact you are more capable with more powers than one. Arrogance is the downfall of many."

I turned to Bakuda, hearing Lung march off. She was now up and glaring at me. She, with extreme irritation and hesitance in her movement, held out an ungloved hand.

"What are the classifications of power here?"

She mumbled a few choice words about my intelligence before giving me a list of the classifications she took note of in college.

I took a quick glance over the entire paper, handing it over.

"Hm... Would you like a Shaker power of infinite storage space, a tinker power that allows you to make anything that can be mundanely, a tinker power that allows you to maintain, repair, and combine any tinkertech you want, or a tinker specialization that allows you to make any type of close ranged weapon you wish?"

She didn't answer and so I waited.

After three minutes of waiting, I grew irritated. "Well?"

She shook her head, muttering, "The bag is useful... It's honestly insulting you think I need another tinker power."

I shrugged, "Yes, but bombs are only good when you can, well, utilize them. A sword can always be right at your side."

She chuckled, "I'll still take the bag."

I gave her the power and before I could say anything, her hand moved faster than I could react, only seeing the blur as it was decking me across the face.

I hit the ground, getting back up. I looked over, only to see her smirk. "That's for earlier, asshole."

I expected something like this, but she waited patiently for it. "So, tinkering?"

She nodded, going over to a workstation and started her tinkering.

I went over to another bench, grabbing a bunch of tinkertech bombs, obvious prototypes Bakuda probably made at the beginning of her being here.

I dissected them, and tried to think how I'd make a blade that was indestructable and impossibly sharp. Blueprints made into my mind, and before I even knew it, I was creating a sword.

From what I remember of my tinker fugue, it was slow... Painfully slow. It must have been because I wasn't actually in it, but now I was and I could see a massive difference.

It was cheating, sure, but even tinkertech was disassembled and used to create a sword like that.

I ended the process with a blade that was virtually indestructable and cut through steel just by sliding over it. Yet, I knew it was from the last power I had. One I didn't tell anyone because, simply put, it was insane.

Wavelength Specialization. By having the blade automatically match wavelengths in such a way that it is indestructable to anything that touches it, while also slicing through said thing because, again, wavelengths, I-

"Hey, stop orgasming over your sword and get over here!"

Bakuda's voice interrupted my thoughts as I nearly cut my hand with my own sword. Putting it carefully on the table, I walked over to her.

She was still without her mask, but that was fine. She was leaning over a bomb she was making. "This bag thing you were talking about earlier, how does it work?"

I merely shrugged. "I don't really know. You'll figure it out."

She sighed, "Can't ever be easy. Thanks."

That was surprisingly considerate, but I didn't have time to care as I heard a loud crash. Lung came in, pissed beyond all hell.

"The Undersiders have stolen from me. Build your equipment to supply to Lee, Bakuda. You," he pointed towards me, "make a weapon. I feel safe throwing you on the battlefield... After you make yourself presentable."

And that began the process of me spending the rest of the day working on a gun that'd allow me to make a presentable outfit. Bakuda was laughing at my misfortune due to a first few of my fails... Which left me unclothed.

Even Lung snorted, though in a sort of, "Impressive yet your misfortune amuses me." type of way. More comaraderie amongst the ABB, I guess.

And enough of that thinking.

As I looked over my creation, finally working, I smirked in satisfaction.

I had made myself a presentable outfit, something that reminded me of a white haired archer, yet I had no memories of him. Either way, I was somewhat irked at his existence.

It wasn't Tinkertech, but it was as close you could get to it, I assumed.

Getting away from the bench, I noticed Bakuda sleeping on the floor, near her workstation. Probably fell asleep at it. Lung left an hour ago to rest himself. I picked her up and dragged her over to the couch at the other side of the workshop. Hearing a bunch of muttered mumbling about "being the greatest tinker,", "being a motherfucking genius beyond compare," and more, I decided to just fabricate a blanket on top of her before exiting the building.

The outside wasn't really too much better, but I spent way too long indoors. A total of two days without going outside once... I shrugged.

Walking over to the nearby buildings, a few night watch ABB noticed me. They waved while one narrowed their eyes. I looked like a cape, mostly because I was one. I had no identity and had no care to conceal it, I couldn't bring myself to care about it. After all, even if I had to go anywhere, I just didn't need to care about it. Maybe I'll make a visor?

While mentally debating that, one of the men spoke in Japanese while the other nodded. All they said was to identify myself and I saw no reason not to oblige. They pulled up their pistols and I pulled out my ray gun, aiming back at them.

Speaking back, "So, identify myself? Obviously, I'm a cape or whatever. Lung's newest acquirement."

They narrowed their eyes but didn't waver. Suspicious bunch. A bunch saw me two days ago, but they were people who were probably more focused on other things.

We waited, aiming our guns at each other, until I couldn't be bothered to care and just shot their pistols.

That's when they fired. Normally, a human cannot react to bullets, but I saw the instant they pulled the triggers, and prepared for it, I blocked each and every shot from their pistols with my sword, the wavelengths stopped them dead on the flat end. I sheathed my sword a second later. It was close, but the pistols were obviously old in design.

They shot again and this time, instead of blocking them, I dodged just before they shot. I then unsheathed my sword and cut one of their gun's.

My ray gun, on the other hand, shot at the other's pistol, hitting the barrel and eroding it.

"Stop fighting me." I growled out.

They, wisely, chose to follow my instructions but radioed in Lung.
Who then gave them a berating for attacking his newest acquisition after Bakuda.

I smirked to myself, leaving the alley.

And April 9th ended, now it is April 10th. A day until Taylor fights Lung.

(Bakuda PoV, April 9th, 2011)

I was curious and confused on the new guy. Admittedly, I was also envious. He had more powers than I did, but still, I was also ecstatic. The overclocking power he mentioned would be insanely useful for my tinkering and I suspected he's already done it to me. After all, I was now capable of providing more input than usual regarding my bomb making.

Looking over at him as he was working on the sword, but more specifically focusing on the sword as it filled my mind with curiosity. It was a wonderful invention, but it just... didn't seem right. He had multiple specialties.

Not one, not two, but three.

Yet I assumed he had more, he definitely shouldn't be able to make a sabre with his specialization unless it was also a gun. He had nothing that should have been able to make a sword on its own.

Yet, despite that, he did. I narrowed my eyes as he was creating it.

I decided to get his attention.

"Hey, stop orgasming over your sword and get over here!"

He looked up, nearly cutting himself but expertly avoiding it. He had practice with swords. As he came over, I thought of a plan that might detract from my true goals of understanding him.

"This bag thing you were talking about earlier, how does it work?"

As I studied his face, for some reason, he reminded me of some anime character.

He visibly pondered on that question before answering in a truthful tone and shrugging, "I don't really know. You'll figure it out."

The, "You're a Genius" part went without saying, naturally. I faked a sigh at this, shrugging myself. "Can't ever be that easy. Thanks."

I really did mean it, but his face took a curious expression, seemingly disbelieving but not fully caring. That was when Lung came in.

As Lung exited, I thought back to images of particular... events with Kyudoka. He was well built, indicating regular exercise, but he barely exercised at all from the last few days. Maybe he'd start soon? Or maybe he's had experience?

Either way, he was more athletic than I would have expected.

And looking at his new armor, I couldn't help but be amused. It really fit him, but for some reason, he had a dislike towards it. His black hair also somewhat meshed with the look but at the same time took away from it. For some reason, I couldn't help but think of it in another hairstyle with white instead of black.

The other thing I noticed is that he's only evil when he cares to be evil. I know my psychologists diagnosed me with narcissism, and I've only gotten worse, but he's obviously not very social. Emotions seem to escape him...

I focused back on the bombs as I was tinkering. Yawning, I laid down on the carpeted floor and fell asleep.