Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Evangelion. I only own anything that comes out of my deranged mind.

Author's Notes

1) Hey folks. It's me, Ama no Murakumo! I decided to start another story. Yes I know, you guys probably think I'm nuts…but I don't care!

2) I got the idea for this story after reading the Detective Ikari series. I figured I'd try my hand at a grown-up Shinji story.

3) This note is for those readers that are used to my Gendo-bashing obsession: Don't worry! I plan on beating the crap out of him in here too.

Let's get this show on the road, people! On with the story!

Back With a Vengeance

By Ama no Murakumo

Chapter 1: A Letter From An Old Friend

"Are you sure about this, Shinji?"

"Relax Hisoka. When have I ever gotten us in-?"

"You finish that sentence and I swear I'll shoot you."

Running his hands through his unruly hair, the second man looked to his companion with an exasperated expression. Shaking his head, the man's eyes locked back in front of him as the pair made their way through the abandoned factory they were searching.

To anyone who didn't know the two men, one would probably think they didn't get along too well. That was a load of bull. Shinji Ikari and Hisoka Antares, easily the best investigative officers in the Nagoya-2 Police Department, were closer than brothers. Of course, that just meant they tended to argue a lot since they knew how to push each others' buttons.

Shinji was the younger of the two, but he was easily the stronger. After the Angel Wars had ended, the young man had left Tokyo-3 for the port city of Nagoya-2 with no intention of going back if he could help it. His training as an Eva pilot had given him a rather lean body, and he worked hard to keep it that way. His 5'8'' frame was packed with muscle and his brown eyes had a hardened look to them, evidence of his time in Tokyo-3. Still, he had managed to make himself happy in the 10 years he had been here.

Hisoka was much taller but nowhere near as physically powerful as his younger partner. No, Hisoka preferred to fight with his mind, which he used to great advantage. His raven-black hair was completely unkempt, though it wasn't for a lack of trying. It just stayed that way. His eyes, however, were a bright but calculating electric blue, a memento from his Russian father. He had been raised in Osaka by his Japanese mother after his old man had left the two without any word, and still kept traces of his old hometown's accent. He had met Shinji in the police academy, and the two instantly hit it off. Soon they were inseparable. After the academy, they had fought tooth and nail to be assigned as partners, eventually forcing the chief to give in after their probationary periods had expired.

Right now the two were investigating a lead that the Black Angels, a powerful gang in the city, were running drugs out of this factory and by god; they would scour every square inch of this place if they had to!

The two soon came across a door held shut by an electric lock. Shinji looked to his partner and grinned. "I believe this is where you come in, bro," he said, moving to the side and holding a flashlight over the lock.

"Indeed. Your idea of a solution would be to blow the damn lock off," Hisoka replied, bending down and opening the locking mechanism before typing a sequence of buttons at incredible speed. A loud BEEP signaled that the man had successfully hacked his way through the lock. Smirking, he opened the door, keeping his hand on his service pistol.

He would later wish he had brought some of Shinji's more…destructive toys.

Blinking, the two found themselves staring down no less than a hundred thugs, all armed to the teeth with assault rifles. The only thing that kept them alive was the fact that the goons were too stunned to realize they had been found out by the cops. Shinji stared at Hisoka with an annoyed look.

"This is why I wanted to bring the Gatling gun, but noooo, you told me we wouldn't need it," he exclaimed. Then all hell broke loose.

Hisoka slammed the door shut, re-locked it, and the pair ran like bastards as they heard the gangsters pounding and firing at the walls trying to get out. Once they were behind some crates, the younger man glared at his raven-haired companion.

"Now what we do, genius? There's no way I can beat those guys on my own! There's a fucking army of them!" Shinji yelled, wishing that his partner was more gung-ho.

"Shinji I'm a statistician, not a damn street brawler!" Hisoka countered. His job officially was to assess the risks associated with the department's assignments, but there was a problem having Shinji as a partner: The young man always found some ways to make the worst-case scenarios of a situation happen, and he did it without even trying!

Sometimes Hisoka wondered if the guy was disaster-prone…after hearing about Shinji's adventures during the Angel Wars it sounded like a logical explanation. Suddenly, he got an idea!

"Hey Shinji…"

"Yeah?"

"You still have a couple of those grenades that you swiped from that Yakuza boss, right?" he asked, praying to whatever god was out there that his partner had the requested items.

"Sure I do, but what are we gonna do with eight grenades?" Shinji wondered.

"Simple," Hisoka replied, sneaking his way up the crates and wrenching a section of vent off the ceiling before continuing, "Let's toss those babies down the ventilation shaft to right over their heads. It'll collapse the roof on top of them."

Shinji looked like a kid at Christmas. "Hisoka you're a fucking genius! Wait a minute though…didn't the chief say not to bring these guys back as corpses?"

The other man shrugged. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, it's not like we have much of a choice against a number that large." Shinji couldn't argue with that.

"In that case…BONZAI!!" he screamed, scrambling up the crate pile and pulling the grenades from his bag before tossing them as hard as he could down the shaft. When he reached the last one, he yanked out the pin and the pair grinned as they watched it roll towards its friends.

High-fiving each other, the two barreled their way down the crates and out of the factory. They silently thanked their maker that the grenades wouldn't go off for thirty seconds. As they charged out the front door, they escaped into their police cruiser before gunning it outta there. As soon as the vehicle started moving…

BOOM!

The two plainclothes detectives could only stare at the bonfire they just created. The entire factory had gone up in flames, a good third of it blown out by the force of the explosion. Hisoka looked at Shinji.

"What the hell were those things? Tactical nukes posing as grenades?"

"No clue. Maybe they had an armory in there or something…" Suddenly the two felt a twinge of fear.

"Chief Kazekawa isn't gonna be very happy with us," Shinji said.

"Oh hell…" Their heads slumped over; the partners silently drove back to the precinct office, hoping to catch their boss on a good day.

(Nagoya-2 Police Station: Chief Daisuke Kazekawa's office)

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU TWO THINKING?!" Shinji and Hisoka flinched. The chief was definitely not happy with them for their little escapade earlier. Hisoka stepped forward.

"We're sorry chief, but there was a small army of the guys waiting for us and we had no other choice. Besides, it was my idea to begin with." Kazekawa turned on the older detective.

"Yours!? Detective Antares, I would have expected better judgment from you! What the hell did you get that degree from Nagoya-2 University for? To wipe your ass with?"

Shinji stood up and put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Chief I understand that you're upset, but we really didn't have any other options. Those goons were about to break the door down and blow us to bits, and Hisoka's idea was the best we had with the equipment we were armed with at the time."

The chief simply sat down and took some deep breaths, gulping some water as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Staring back up the two, he leveled a fierce glare at them and replied, "Be that as it may, Detective Ikari, you guys have been the cause of more than 85 percent of the damage done to this city since you partnered up."

"But we get the job done, sir." Wrong thing to say…

"I know! But that doesn't give you two an excuse to trash half of my city!" Hisoka was feeling bold at this point.

"Come on, boss. We know you love us like the sons you never had." Kazekawa glared at him.

"Antares…when you and Ikari pull shit like this, I love the two of you like a duel case of syphilis and herpes."

"Ouch. You really know how to hurt a guy's feelings, sir." The chief rubbed his temple.

"Just shut up, you two. As punishment, I'm putting you both on indefinite probation and ordering the two of you to get the hell out of Nagoya for a while. At least three weeks."

The pair cringed. 'Damn…we really fucked up this time.'

Before their boss could rip them a new one even further, the chief's secretary came in with an envelope.

"Hey boss sorry to interrupt, but Shinji's got a letter. The post said he was informed that it was important. It's from Tokyo-3…"

Blinking, Shinji took the envelope and, with apprehension, slowly opened it. Taking out the piece of paper inside, Shinji's eyes widened. He recognized the neat and organized handwriting immediately: Rei Ayanami was contacting him after all these years. Despite his promise to never return to Tokyo-3, he knew that Rei was the only person who could get him back there. His feelings for the girl made sure of that…

Dear Shinji,

I am not sure if you will bother to read this, as I was told you never responded to any of Major Katsuragi or Pilot Sohryu's letters. If you are reading this, then please listen: Commander Ikari has finally gone insane. He turned NERV into his own personal army and took over all of Tokyo-3. Section-2 has become an execution squad, killing off anybody who opposes the Commander.

A couple high ranking members of NERV were killed in Gendo's initial attack, including Lt. Aoba and Sub-Commander Fuyutsuki. Major Katsuragi and I have gathered others who disagree with the new regime to try and overthrow him, but we don't have the manpower or resources to last must longer. Dr. Akagi and Lt. Ibuki have joined us as well and with their help, we took and hid Unit-01 in the mountains surrounding the city. Asuka escaped the carnage with Unit-02 and went into hiding. We don't know of her location at the moment.

I am requesting your help, Shinji. With you, we can activate Unit-01 and hopefully begin a counterattack. Also, I have to confess: I have regained the memories of my second incarnation and can remember everything that you did for me during the Angel Wars. I found that I enjoyed your company immensely and think that I may have feelings for you.

Please come, if for no other reason than to let me see you one last time. It would give me closure before the Commander finds us and finishes us off.

With love,

Rei Ayanami

Shinji was furious! His father took over Tokyo-3 and was killing anybody in his way? Good grief, he knew the old fart was a loon but this was over the top! And Fuyutsuki had been killed as well? Hearing this, Shinji felt dejected. The old man had been somewhat of a grandfather to the former Third Child and had even told Shinji a couple stories about his mother. Crumpling the letter in his hand, the young man lifted his head and vowed to return and fight the demons that had been haunting him ever since his exodus from the fortress city.

Hisoka noticed the look in his partner's eyes and asked what the letter had said. Shinji looked to his friend and told him about the situation in Tokyo-3. The older man's eyes bulged. He figured things were a bit chaotic over there, but not this! Steeling himself, Hisoka gripped Shinji's hand.

"I can already tell you're going, man. And if you think you're going alone, then you've got rocks in your head! I'm going with you," the black-haired detective said as Shinji's eyes widened once again.

"Are you crazy? Do you have any idea how psychotic my father is?!"

"Personally, I don't give a shit. You're like a brother to me, which makes this my fight as well. Besides, somebody's gotta try and keep you out of trouble." Shinji grinned at this.

"The key word there is try, Hisoka…but thanks for the help. I'll feel better knowing that you're watching my back," the man replied. Turning back to the chief, the two brothers-in-arms told him of their plans to go to Tokyo-3. Kazekawa just waved them off.

"Whatever. Just don't come back until I've called for you or else I'm gonna blow your god damned dicks off." The pair flinched. They knew for a fact that the chief would carry out that threat.

Looking back to each other, they grinned and took off out of the office, heading straight for the department armory.

"GUN RAID!!"

"HERE WE COME, TOKYO-3!" The secretary looked at the chief with a worried look.

"Sir, are you sure about letting them run off like that? Do you think they have enough tact to stay out of trouble?" Chief Kazekawa laughed and looked at the woman.

"A barrage of N2 mines has more tact than those two. They'd probably leave more of the city intact after it was over, too."

Tokyo-3 isn't gonna know what hit it…

Well that does it for Chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it. Hisoka Antares is my own OC and thus I own his ass. I figured to give somebody to act somewhat as a foil to a trigger-happy Shinji.

Next time on Back With A Vengeance, Chapter 2: The Return of Shinji Ikari. Shinji and Hisoka arrive in Tokyo-3 and hunt down the Resistance. What happens when Gendo discovers the group and tries to finish the job he started? Keep reading and find out for yourself.

Send those reviews my way, guys! I wanna see what you guys think about this. Hopefully you all like it cause I have a good feeling about this story. Catch you all later!