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Chapter 1: Rising Star

Abandoned city, 35th Street, Japan

A lone man of English descent, dressed to well to be there, equipped with shades, and had no hair leaned back against a black limo smoking a cigarette. Every few minutes he turned his head left to right, only to find himself, the limo, and his superiors and his coworker alone on the street by extension of the limo. He lifted up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a silver plated watch. It was Six-fifty-seven in the afternoon. That woman was running late. He reached into his pocket and fished out a fairly worn photo by now due to repetition.

It was of a purple haired woman of twenty-something in a tank top with the arms ripped off, wearing cut off jeans, and she was leaning forward just enough to reveal some of her bust. Waiting a good near two hours at this spot had long since destroyed any perverted enjoyment he and his coworker got from this picture. Even crooks called to let them know they were running late. Even they have standards. Of course to be fair they arrived one hour early to the appointed time as a matter of courtesy. A courtesy that apparently was not being returned in the man's opinion.

The man ran a hand through his non-existent hair and growled in annoyance. Time to let the other guy take over, he was out of cigarettes and he was not going to be standing to enjoy his last one. He reached for the door handle of the driver's cab when he felt it, a thump so loud it was reminiscent of a corpse landing without flopping yet louder and farther away. It was followed by another, and another in a steady beat. Several military helicopters flew overheard with the urgency only a helicopter can perform.

Great, two hours of waiting and they show up, or more accurately it shows up. He retrieved his hand and walked over to the passenger side of the limo. He bent down to eye level of the passengers and rapped on the window. The window opened fully and the man poked his head inside. "An Angel is comin' sir, ma'ams," He said quietly. He pulled out his head and walked back to the driver's cab as the window closed up behind him.

A resounding explosion caught the man's attention, one of the attack copters was destroyed... and heading straight for them. For a split second the bald man wondered if his coworker was paying attention, and was given his answer when the wheels of his boss' limo spun into action. He soon followed the retreating vehicle at a break neck sprint away from the oncoming wreckage.

Both he, the car, and more importantly his superiors were more than safe from the flame engorged behemoth that was a helicopter even should it explode in a twisted glory that was a explosion, shame that they didn't cause it. Once again the man's attention was robbed when a set of tires squealed to a halt. It was blue alpine that seen better days, and through the window he saw her.

A vain bulged out of his forehead as he gritted his teeth when the woman popped herself out of the car with a energetic greeting, "Hello, my name is Misato Katusragi, Captain of NERV. You wouldn't by chance have seen a young asain man here would you?" The man snarled like he had never snarled before, "You're fuckin' late! We've been waiting here a good hour for you to show your arse here and now you show up just in time for a fuckin' Angel to appear, what kind of timin' are ya runnin' on?!" The man screamed, revealing a heavy dose of a Scottish history in his Japanese dialogue. Misato snarled back and was about to say something when another explosion dominated the air. They both looked up to see a creature of black and white coloring towering above the city being attacked by several military helicopters.

"Forget it, drive, drive! We'll follow!" The Scottish man screamed as he yanked open the door and plowed right into the passenger seat. "You have anger issues," the driver said, a man of African descent with black corn rows for hair, dressed similarly to the first, and also wearing shades. "Oh shut up and drive damn it," the Scotsman growled.

"Seat belt," the driver said. Before the Scottish man could even think, he was slammed into his seat as the limo took chase over the Alpine Misato was tearing the streets up with.

XVX

NERV Parking garage, NERV H.Q.

Captain Misato Katsuragi knew she was going to catch hell for allowing unauthorized civilians to enter NERV, but she couldn't leave them out there, right? And they had, or at least knew where Shinji Ikari was, right? She shook her head as she waited for the limo to park itself. She scrutinized the pair that exited from the driver's cab when the task was done.

Two men, one white, the other black. The one she had the 'pleasure' of meeting first was already Scottish from what she could tell, and apparently had a temper if the yelling was an indication. The second man she couldn't really describe more other than having hair in corn rows unlike his partner. Both dressed in suits, tailor made from the looks of it, not remotely cheap. From the top of their buttoned up coats, she could tell they were wearing some sort of reddish-pink undershirt, but not much else to go on. What really caught her notice is that they scanned the garage and spread out from the limo. The only conclusion she could glean was that they were more than the hired help. Then the passenger door of the limo opened before she could draw more a more accurate conclusion.

A long panted leg stepped out, followed by the owner of said leg. Misato stifled a gasp, it was a woman, a tall woman with European features she couldn't identify. She wasn't wearing heals and she was already standing about 6' 5". From head to toe she was dressed in a silk suit in a dark blue. She worn regular shoes, some sort of designer running shoe from the look of it colored in the same fashion as the suit but with a white stripe lilting along the side. Near the top of the woman's coat, Misato could barely make out a white undershirt with some sort of black tip peaking out. Other than height and her choice of dress, Misato noted her skin was somewhat pale, like someone who didn't go out much, she had a gold earring hoop piercing her right earlobe, and she had brown hair with blue eyes. She was actually familiar looking now that Misato thought about it, but she couldn't place her finger on her identity.

The woman stepped away when another figure stepped out of the limo, a man... no a boy actually, a boy dressed more ornately than the 'hired help' as Misato has taken to calling them. She had to stifle a gasp, it was Shinji Ikari, dressed in very expensive black cloths thought could have cost several thousand of dollars to even make. Save for a few items, he was dressed in all black, black pants, black leather shoes, black open coat, black vest, and a black undershirt. The exceptions to the rule were a neck tie tucked under the vest, and a scarf draped over his shoulders that was maroon; maroon on black, certainly a eye catcher.

He looked up at the titan of the group who merely nodded in return, and was rewarded with a smile from the boy. He too stepped away from the vehicle for a third figure to appear. Misato had to double take her appearance. There was a woman, in heels, that was Shinji's height. It was almost comical in her opinion if she didn't present herself as a business woman complete with a briefcase. Like Shinji, this woman was dressed in black. Unlike him, it was a business suit lacking a neck tie with a skirt instead of pants, and she wore her scarf in the same hue as the 'help's' undershirts as a choker on her neck. Like the taller woman, her skin was like someone who didn't go out much. Her hair was also brown, but the eyes were different; she was heterochromatic. She had a brown and a blue eye respectively from her left to her right.

Misato was so enthralled by the unique set of eyes that she failed to notice two presences off to her side, until one of them tapped her shoulder. Misato whirled on the offender in startled shock to find the annoyed look of one Shinji Ikari, with the giant of a woman standing right behind him equally aggravated as the boy. Misato smiled bashfully as she tried to diffuse the small amount of tension in the air, "Hello, I'm Misato Katsuragi. Captain of NERV, I'm here to escort you to-." Shinji interrupted her without remorse, "Would we also be an hour late or are we going to be there on time?"

Misato was taken aback by the hostility in the question. "Hey, I had a very good reason for being late," she tried to defend herself. Shinji narrowed his eyes to slits. "Said reason would be?" Misato was sweating a little. There was something off about this kid... "I was uh..." She gulped, truth was she too busy argueing with Ristuko Akagi over an old college affair when she realized she was late and she doubted Shinji was going to take such a excuse lightly. "I'm waiting," he replied tersely.

Misato decided to change tactics, hopefully it will get the kid to back off and knuckle him down. "It's not like you're dead or anything. What is your problem, do you always attack people who show up late?" He asked him heatedly. His reaction was not what she was expected. He took one step and got right into her face despite the height difference with two cold orbs that were eyes. "I like to live by a bit of a code. I can stand a few minutes of waiting past a due time, even hours if someone decided to send word that they were running late. But as I believe Louie the Eighteenth of France had once said or at least lived by, 'punctuality is the politeness of kings.' If someone refuses to be polite, I find myself a bit hard pressed to be polite back unless the situation demands it. Am I understood Ms. Katsuragi?" The captain couldn't stop herself from shivering. It was like she was being lectured by a ice cube with a temper; cold but heated at the same time. Perhaps she was hoping too much when she hoped he wasn't Gendo Ikari in his younger days...

The purple haired woman nodded meekly, mentally exhaling a pent up breath she was too afraid to physically breath out when the young Ikari backed off and allowed her to have her breathing room. She smiled nervously and gestured to a elevator at the end of the garage. "Shall we?" She asked with a iota of her original confidence. Without waiting for a sign of consent, she darted over to the call button and smashed her finger into it. when she looked back, she frowned at the converging group. She opened her mouth to object, but the combined glare of the young Ikari and the seeming bodyguard silenced Katsuragi.

The door opened and they piled in. The 'hired help' standing in front of the only means to enter the car, Shinji and the tall woman in the middle, and Misato standing shoulder-to-shoulder of the heterochromatic woman. Just as the doors were closing, Shinji spoke up again before they began their descent into NERV. "Before I forget Ms. Katsuragi, I do not go by Ikari these days. My name is Shinji Loren."

XVX

NERV elevator, thirty minutes since arrival

Dr. Ritsuko Akagi glared at the descending numbers of the floor numbers. Once again Misato got lost, with the Third Child in custody no less. The Third Angel was on the warpath with them in it and Misato. Got. Lost. Since she wasn't here to glare at, the various elevator components had to do for now. Ritsuko had long stopped counting the times she had to hunt down the sometimes moronic captain when she couldn't locate her destination.

She smirked as an idle thought crossed her mind. "Her dead body would get lost down here if given half a chance should we bury her at the Geo-front," she thought.

XVX

Unknown NERV Corridor

Misato couldn't shake off the smoldering glare from Shinji, now joined by the business woman while the rest were simply annoyed. "Anyone care to bet if it took days before anyone finds our bodies as they wither away into nothing?" The Scotsman 'asked' loudly. "You need anger management," the dark man said with a slight grin. It got wider when he heard the grumble of "shut up" from the bald man. "I'm tempted to say twenty euro if this continues," Shinji grumbled.

"Now, now. I do believe Captain Katsuragi is doing her best to transfer us to wherever we are suppose to be," the business woman said politely with a sickly sweet smile. It made Misato shiver when she saw it. Having a ill tempered mini-Gendo was bad enough for her, but this woman was like icing to that particular cake; she may not be as intimidating but she was something else.

They stopped when they heard the "ding" of a elevator, accompanied by the click of high heels. Seemingly coming out of the wall in the dark corridor, stepped a blond haired woman wearing a lab coat and a diving suit. The minute she spotted the purple haired captain, she saw red and angrily clicked to Misato without regard of Shinji or his entourage. "How come every time you step into NERV I have to stop what I'm doing just to retrieve you?" Ritsuko growled at her long time friend. A snicker from someone drew her attention to the group which enticed her to angrily perk up an eyebrow at them. Her eyes widened when she recognized Shinji but not the group of... civilians. For a moment she was at a loss for words before she rounded on Misato once more with another growl, "Care to explain what is going on?"

Misato scratched her cheek nervously, "Escort service?"

Ritsuko pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, "Fine, whatever. Let's just get Shinji down to the Eva cages. If you would follow me Mr. Ikari." She made her way to the elevator without batting an eye at the group. Her mind was set of letting Section Two handle the extra guests should it come to that.

"Loren," Shinji said as he stepped into the car with his entourage a few seconds behind him.

"I'm sorry?" Ritsuko looked at him quizzically. Shinji smiled softly at her, "I'm Shinji Loren, not Ikari. I'm sure you understand Ms. Akagi."

Ritsuko felt her heart stop for a moment and Misato stiffened. They both knew she didn't give him or anyone else in the car her name. While Misato was drawing her own conclusions, Ritsuko was morbidly understanding to a degree at the hidden message. "I don't blame him for taking another name," she thought to herself. Seems Gendo was not as well hidden as he thinks he is. It was almost liberating in a strange way for the dyed blond doctor.

XVX

Eva cages

"Ding."

Ritsuko and Misato took the lead on the catwalk above the lake of red liquid the minute the doors opened. Followed by the two men, then by Shinji, then followed by the two women of his group. "It's dark," stated the Scotsman. Without warning the lights flooded the room in translucent light.

To the entire group's credit, the most they did when they came face to face of an enormous armored face was stare at it. "Meh, I seen scarier."

Three sets of eyes turned to the Scotsman while Shinji and the two women stared at the hulk of metal.

Misato was the first one to speak, "I'm actually kind of curious, what could be scarier than a giant mechanical behemoth?" At this the Scotsman cockily grinned, "Fools and marriage do not blend well together."

"What is going on here?" A voice sternly boomed into the room from above. All eyes turned to the source despite the speaker system that transported the question. Standing above them all was one Gendo Ikari staring down at them from a observation deck, not one shred of humor could be found on his 'angered' face. But what the Scotsman was said was inadvertently true for the Loren group, they seen scarier; they were neither impressed nor intimidated by Gendo.

"I do believe we were having a conversation right up until toy rudely interrupted, Mr. Ikari." Ritsuko and Misato turned to Shinji, he never averted his gaze from the Eva when he spoke. Gendo narrowed his gaze on the boy who was his child. Neither said a word to each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"So Dr. Akagi," Shinji finally spoke up, earning the blonds' attention. "Since Mr. Ikari is not going to speak, would you be so kind as to explain the purpose of this meeting?"

The doctor was about to comply when Gendo intercepted her reply heatedly, "You came here because I have need for you." The boy sighed and rubbed his temples. "I asked the good doctor here, not you," he announced. He turned to Ritsuko and asked, "If you would."

Gendo clenched his jaw. He was just ignored in favor of Dr. Akagi. He all but crushed the button of the intercom to the cages. "I gave you your answer," he almost snarled. He observed Shinji as he sighed and asked Akagi to continue and clenched his fist as well as his jaw. The reports said he was weak willed, spineless, desperate. Yet here was someone, dressed like he was going to a meeting, effectively ignoring him in favor of one of his peons. This was not in the scenario.

XVX

"So the long short of it is, this is the only weapon you have against the Angels. And you want me, someone with no knowledge in regards of NERV let alone the Evas, to pilot this mechanical behemoth against them." Shinji stated, his attention back on the purple giant. "Mrs. Keel."

Like she was prepared for this, the business woman produced a set of documents from the briefcase and handed it to the blond. At first she stared at the papers, baffled as to what it was until she began to read more and more of it. She frowned as she flipped from page to page. Misato looked over her shoulder, and creased her brow in confusion. "What is this?" She asked. Ritsuko glanced up at Gendo and grimaced. "It's a contract for payment of services, provision of lodgings of their choosing, compensation for meals, and..." She sucked in a deep breath. "Access to any relevant weaponry/tools blueprints and schematics that will be used during the time up until the contract is concluded."

She clamped her eyes shut and braced for the storm that was to come, she was not disappointed.

"What?!" Gendo barked from his roost. "If you are not going to pilot this, then say so, don't make such ludicrous demands to get out of this! You're not the only person who can pilot the Eva you self centered little bastard!" Gendo roared. "Ah, love from a family. I feel so fuzzy inside," Shinji remarked sarcastically. The African man leaned over to his partner and whispered, "Congratulations, you're not the only one with anger issues." He grinned when he got a growl in return.

Their attention shifted to the same elevator they came from when it dinged. As soon as it opened out came two medical attendants with a injured young girl, roughly the same age as Shinji, on top of a gurney heading straight towards the Eva.

If it was suppose to affect Shinji, he shown no signs of concern. "Well," he said casually, "Looks like you have things under control. Mrs. Keel." Without another word he walked toward, around, and past the trio without regard other than space as the identified Mrs. Keel collected the contract. A set of actions soon mirrored by the entourage, much to the shock of Ritsuko and Misato. Even Gendo went bug-eyed. This was the boy he had so many reports on? The child waiting for the last man to enter the elevator, not once looking at the group at the cages, was Shinji Ikari? The doors closed with a click that was as quiet as a funeral knell. This was not part of the scenario.

XVX

Elevator

"Nemnogo besserdechnaya iz vas, ne tak li?(*)" The giantess finally spoke.

Shinji silently let loose a pent up breath and looked at the door wearily. "YA ne budu etogo otritsatʹ. No nekotorym lyudyam
nuzhno uchitʹsya oni neyedinstvennyye, kto mozhet derzhatʹ mir v zalozhnikakh.(*)"

Not a single word was spoken during the whole ride from that point.

XVX

Parking garage

Easy money. All they had to do was carry a gun and intimidate people. When push came to shove, they were allowed to kill people off. Anyone who worked for NERV's Section Two were typically only good at one thing, hurting people. Or as the case may be now, to kidnap someone. Twenty guys vs. five people tops, it was easy money in its purest form aside from just standing around.

A thug swatted the open palm of his hand to get a good idea how much harm a nightstick could do. He winced and shook his hand in a effort to numb the pain. The others were inconsequential, but the kid wasn't supposed to be harmed. They should be more than adequate to do the job.

Everyone itching for a bloodbath turned to the elevator when that familiar "ding" sounded. Without a order, they charged the elevator screaming at the top of their lungs. War cries turned to screams of fear when that caught a good look at one of the 'hired help' on his knee aiming that thing at them. The agents of Section Two only had one question in all the panic, "Where did they get a RPG?"

XVX

Stairwell to the garage, a moment before the assault

Gendo marched up the stairs with a snarl. He was not going to be stopped by some punk in a fancy suit. Villain or devil, he will get what he wants. He will not share. He will not bow to some upstart.

Not far behind him trying to keep pace to the single minded power of a rage influenced man was Misato Katsuragi. Unlike Gendo, she was ascending the stairs for a different set of reasons. Who was that bastard that was willing to let an injured girl fight in his stead? Granted Gendo was the one who made the demand, that ultimately it was a bluff, but the kid could have at least gave pause to his decision. He so selfish that if he was denied something, he would turn away? She was going to have words with the little-.

"BOOM!"

Misato's heart froze, even Gendo paused and looked up. That was not an Angel attack. Gunfire and screams filtered into the stairwell. The both of them made a mad dash to reach the top of the stairwell. Gendo slammed the door open and blanched.

Not a single Section Two agent he sent ahead survived. Several were in a burning heap while those that survived the blast were gunned down as they fled. Gendo looked around and froze when he spotted the African standing on top of a car with a prepped RPG aimed at him. He didn't dare turn around when he heard the scuffle of a running pair of feet sliding to a frozen stop. For a brief moment he considered ordering the captain to stop them, but he knew better... no one under his employ had the stones to face someone in the advantage that Shinji's man was in.

He gulped and inwardly roared in indignity, but he had little choice. Rei Ayanami, the injured girl was not remotely capable of piloting Unit 01 in her current state. If he used her, it was a guaranteed failure, and all his ambition, his plots, his time and effort spent into the project, it was all for not; he had to... negotiate with his... son.

Shinji was strolling to the limo he rode in nonchalantly, followed closely by the large woman, and the woman known as Mrs. Keel. Gendo suppressed the very real urge to snarl at Shinji, he leveled a glare at the boy, "Get rid of the clause for the knowledge of the Evas and you have a deal."

Shinji stopped and looked back with a smug smile. "Do you honestly believe you are in position to make demands?" Gendo glared at him. "Twenty-five million per Angel slain, expenses paid for lodgings and meals anywhere in the city." Shinji continued to smile. "Tempting, but you're still trying to avoid my terms." With a gesture of the hand, the limo roared to life.

Gendo growled in his throat, "You are aware that if NERV falls, the world will soon follow it under the Angels' might." Shinji slowly started walking toward the limo, Mrs. Keel long since reached the door to the passenger side. "Everyone dies Mr. Ikari, question is what is one willing to pay to stay alive." Gendo could swear he saw the devilish smirk on his son's face despite him facing the opposite way from him.

A resounding boom thundered throughout the garage. Shinji looked up and smiled, though the only ones who knew that particular fact was the company he kept. Gendo clenched his fists till they were drained of blood. He outright glared at his son as the veins in his neck bulged. He did not want to lose to anyone... Unfortunately to get what he prized above all others, he would have to lose. He'd have to give up one of NERV's darker secrets. "Fine," he growled through clench teeth.

Shinji grinned. "Mrs. Keel, if you would handle the details..."

A/N: First of a kind! For awhile this idea more or less possessed me despite writing Assassin, the Warhammer/Naruto story.

To give everyone fair warning, I am probably not going to update this for awhile due to my preference to finish Assassin, and even then I already have a story lined up. I will update it eventually, but it will most likely be on a whim for awhile.

Sorry to string you along like that but I thought it be best if you knew as opposed to being semi-promised. Hope you Enjoyed it!

Following are translations to the Russian conversation in the elevator, I only know English so I had to use a translator on the web to do this. Yay Google!

A little heartless of you, is it not?*

I won't deny that. But some people need to learn they aren't the only ones that can hold the world hostage.*

Monkeybandit2, making off with your attention! No refunds.