Neon Hina Evangelion

Chapter 1(test)

It was a normal day in Tokyo3.Well normal by Tokyo3 standards. The sun was shining, there were no angels and the most recently defeated angel was being cleaned up. People were going about their business and students were relaxing and hanging out after a long week of school.

Things at the Katsuragi residence seemed to be normal. The lavender haired Misato was in her messy room drunk out of her mind. Asuka was in her room isolating herself. "Hail Hitler, hail Hitler," she chanted to herself, marching around her room. Then there was Shinji Ikari lying in bed, depressed look on his face, listening to his SDAT player. Then his cell-phone rang. He removed his earphones and answered.

"Hello. … Hey what's up? ...Oh that's unfortunate. … Okay. … They might. Doubtful but they might. I'll talk to them about it. ... alright see you then."

The young pilot hung up and made a call of his own.

"Hey. Could you m-maybe come by later? … Um no, it's not an order but you would enjoy it. I promise… well okay see you in a while.

Was not expectiong her to say that, he thought to himself. Well who to ask first? Misato who will say we have to be here in case of an angel attack, or Asuka, who will say no because It would be with me and will kill me for talking to her? Might as well get the hard work done first. He slowly approached de demons domain and knocked.

"Hail Hitler, Hailllo." Smooth Asuka, she thought to herself.

"What was that noise?"

"Nothing," she yelled, regaining her composure, "What do you want idiot!"

"Nothing it's just…"

"If its nothing why bother me?"

"Well it's that I'm going on a trip for vacation to a friends place and I was wondering if you could come with."

"Why the hell would I want to do that?"

"It's free."

"I'm listening."

"Well come out into the kitchen in a little bit."

"Fine." With that said the potato (those who know Japanese will get this) went to his guardian's room. Well she's probably hung over or drunk from her morning beers he thought to himself. Does that make things better or worse? Worse, much worse.

"Misato"

Yeeah. Watssup shinji. Heh, heh. Shinji. shi-n-ji. Heh heh.

"Are you high?"

"No. It's just that the writer is just a punk kid and doesn't know what being drunk is like."

"Hey screw you" says a bodiless voice (me)

"You would like that wouldn't you"

"Yeah but that's beside the point. How do you even know you're a character? You know too much."

A mysterious silenced .45 appears out of nowhere and shoots Misato.

"Great. Know the whole plot is screwed up. I guess I should turn time back.

TWO MINUTES EARLIER

"Misato,"

"Yeeah Waatssup Shinji. Heh, heh, Shinji, Shi-n-ji, Heh.

"Are you okay? You sound nervous and afraid."

"N-No. Just a little drunk." She responded with my gun to her head, holding her.

Just keep this up and you'll see you children again.

"But I don't have kids."

Lady I'm like god. I can make you have kids. Hold on." A baby comes from out of nowhere.

Now play along.

"Okay. Just don't hurt my baby."

"Well anyways could you come out here in a bit?"

"Sure, hold on."

Good job you're free.

"Hey! Did you just feel me up?"

Yes. Yes I Did.

Note: this isn't the finished version of the chapter. I will change or stop writing depending on feedback