Okay. This it it. Read and Review, please. Give me advice, this is my first fic. I know it probably sucks. No need to post that in the reviews(unless it's contsructive criticism.. This is a (Belgaraid/Malloreon/Elenium (By David Eddings)) and Evangelion crossover, so everyone knows.
If you haven't read Pawn of Prophesy or any of the books after it...You suck. (Kekekekekeke, just jokes).
Disclamier: I do not own, or pretend fraudually to own, Corgi Books(tm) or rights to any of David Eddings' novels, nor do I own or pretend fraudually to own Gainax or Neon Genesis Evangelion.
Okay, here we go!
Chapter One - Introduction
Shinji's phone vibrated in his pocket. He moved away from his current girlfriend sitting on the bench next to him, a nice girl named Fuchi. Then he answered.
"Shinji here," he said.
"Third Child, there's been a situation. We need you at NERV now," came the monotone reply, doubtless an un-named Section 2 agent.
"I'm on my way," Shinji's reply came, grimly.
"We advise you take an underground route, Third Child. Good luck." Shinji ended the call at that, then walked over to his girlfriend.
"Fuchi? I need to go somewhere, something important has come up. I'm really sorry," he said.
"Oh, Okay. I'll see you another time soon, then. Goodbye." she said as she waved. Then he ran off, headed for NERV. He'd be there soon, five minutes or less by his reckoning, sooner if he ran above ground. Then he saw something that made him want to take an underground route.
A giant, white being like an eva with a longer head, no eyes and wings that folded into nothingness in its back.
"O...kay..." Shinji said out loud, but inside his mind raced with questions, possible answers, and statements of obscenity.
SEELE? Mass Production Evangelions? How? Maybe SEELE wasn't destroyed...Maybe they came back! No, that can't be...If it isn't true whats the evangelion doing there? What the Fuck!
Then he saw something very strange. A man, looking just under thirty, with a huge, strange sword and a perfect orb on the pommel, was growing bigger, to the size of the evangelion there. There was also, on the man's side, a wolf that glowed blue, another wolf that was bigger, grey and didn't glow, and a woman with a white lock of hair. Shinji could hear them talki- no, he couldn't be, when they were at least a mile and a half away?
"Grandfather, what's the plan? Do we have one?" came a voice, in his head..
"Poledra, Polgara, try to hold it still, Garion, go for its chest, it should die if you poke it in the right spot," came another, older-sounding voice. Then the woman and the glowing wolf both nodded and moved back, staying deathly still.
The strange thing was that, the evangelion stayed still too, except for its chest and the extremities. It wriggled and twisted but did not move in any direction. Then the younger man's sword flared and a great blue fire errupted from it, and he proceeded to surgically poke the evangelion, many times. When he got the spot where Shinji knew the core would be, the evangelion stopped struggling, and the light faded from its eyes. Then everything was black and the people weren't there when the world lightened up again. But Shinji could still hear them talking.
"Good work, everyone," came the older man's voice.
"Unlike you, Father, you did two thirds of nothing when it came to the fighting." A young woman's voice.
"Two thirds of nothing, Pol? How much is that?" the older man's voice replied.
"Nothing, of course, Father," replied Pol.
"Wherever did you pick up such a strange term?" the old man counter-replied..
"The people nowadays seem to use plenty such terms. Silly things, but when looked upon with a metaphorical eye, they make a great deal of sense. Perhaps you need you get to know the people better, Father," Pol counter-counter-replied.
"I agree with Pol, Belgarath. You need to understand the people around you," intruded a newer, elderly lady's voice.
"Oh come on. I've already gone through this 6 times through the ages, Poledra," Belgarath said.
"Grandfather, stop arguing. You'll loose," the young man said flatly.
"Stay out of this, Garion!" came Belgarath's irritated reply.
Slowly, their voices faded out of his mind.
Click.
Suddenly, Shinji was acutely aware of his surroundings, and remembered where he was supposed to be.
Then he decided rather abruptly, Screw that, and followed the strange group of people that had destroyed the evangelion.
He soon caught up and saw that the blue wolf seemed to have transformed into a woman, who also had a blue glow, and the gray wolf had turned into a rather old man. He got over that and asked them, straight out.
"Who the hell are you people!"
"That's a contradiction in terms. We don't come from Hell, lad. Demons come from Hell. We're humans, remember?" the being called Belgarath said expansively.
"What are you talking about?" came Shinji's dull reply.
"Demons. Its the first thing you learn about Magic. The skill of summoning Demons from Hell," the man, Garion, intruded.
"Okay...So who are you?" Shinji insisted flatly.
"Friends."
With that they all seemed to concentrate, then vanished, along with the sound of wind in the trees. Shinji was dumbfounded.
What the FUCK is wrong with the world today!
(A/N): And that's it! This is probably going to turn into a short story about how Shinji and Garion's crew save the day, Shinji grows a spine and all that. I haven't done any planning either, just a creative urge I had. So give me ideas, constructive criticism, and no need to post "This fiction sucks" in the reviews. Easy as 123.
(Oh and Fuchi is the username of a friend of mine who plays a game called MateriaMagica, look it up on Google, its a MUD. So it's nobody special.
...I think I'll kill her off, just to excercise my powers of the plot device. Muahahaha. Poor Shinji.)
Any other questions, I'll answer in the next chapter.
Dun dun dun If there is one.