Chapter 1 - Shinji?

He could see from the back of his eye the thug following him down the dark ally, It was fight or flight time and the adrenalin had already started to pump he had finally had enough. He took his deck of silk cut from his pocket and placed it between his lips; he then turned around calmly his deep blue eyes looking at his attacker.

"All right squire?" Was the phrase uttered before his silver Zippo clicked open, he brought it to the tip of is cigarette and inhaled the ammonia laced with benzene, he blew the smoke out in a thin line as his Zippo slammed shut. Taking another draw faced with the thug that had been following him for about ten minutes now, the man carried a small black combat flick-knife which had a rather malicious looking half-serrated blade.

"All right kid hand over your goods and this won't get messy." The thug's intimidating tone was enough to send shivers down his spine, but he couldn't back down, not after he had began the act, if he did he would just prove once again how worthless he was. He stood his ground bravely and a small grin now adorned his face, he forced himself to remain calm as the attacker began closing the gap between them with his knife arm extended, he saw the boy's grin and then though that this was not only going to be easy "pickin's" but might be a little bit of fun teaching this kid some respect for his elders.

"Kid I don't have all fucking day" the five-foot-ten man extended his left hand as he drew his knife closer. He was getting closer and the boy knew this was going to hurt but his fate had been decided, fight it would be until the last drop. He took a final draw of his cigarette before pinging it behind the thug.

Yea in his fifteen years of life, this was probably one of his stupidest ideas to date, 'but hey you just can't break character' were the thoughts repeatedly thumping in his mind as his face suddenly contorted to a madman's grin, he ran into the attacker punching the man full force in the gut making him drop his knife. He quickly kicked it away but could not carry on the onslaught before the thug could get an almighty sucker punch to the face. The boy stumbled back half dazed half desperate another one of those and it was game over.

He stepped forward once again receiving a sharp kick in shin, 'goddam steal-toe boots' was the only thing lingering in his mind as he fell to his knees in front of the attacker who was about to 'coup de grace' the boy with another kick in the face. But before said boot could connect with the boy's temple instinct kicked in, and he trusted his fist with all his might against the attacker's crotch.

All the poor thug could do was grunt as his balance faltered, he stumbled backwards, giving Shinji enough time to dive at his prone position and get him on the deck before he could recover. The thug fell backward as Shinji rugby tackled him, like he had assessed earlier he would lose if the fight carried on.

"You little bas.." The thug could not finish his sentence as a sharp crash made his world go black… Shinji held the smashed bottle in his hand's slight stains of blood could be seen in its crudely made edges, he just stared at the bloodied bottle for a while and then threw it away, he knew the man was still alive yet he was still frightened and confused by the situation 'In character' he reminded himself as he stood up still shaking a bit from the excess adrenaline. As he looked around he saw was that knife that the man had dropped. He walked over to it, still pale, as disturbing thoughts crept through his mind. He grabbed the knife and walked over to the unconscious body… and then next to the body he saw his silver Zippo with the hellblazer logo on it, as he picked the familiar object up once again he grinned as he placed another cigarette into his mouth.

The Thug woke up with what could be called the mother of all hang-overs. That blow to the head was not the most pleasant of occurrences but at least he was alive, He sat up and looked in front of him "If I see that little psycho brat again I'm gonna…" he heard a click and trued around, and he saw the very same kid sitting on a wooden crate smoking a cigarette cleaning his finger nails with his knife. A cocky grin plastered on his face as he looked at him straight in the eye and said

"Go on, Finish the sentence mate" The thug looked dumbfounded; the kid looked like he had it all under control, and with all the crazy things that had been happening in Tokyo-3, he simply concluded that this kid was either a nut case or worse a nut case with a gun.

"Come on me ol' china, you should really finish ya bloody sentences?" Shinji allowed the pre-meditated dialect flow like silk though his lips, he took another draw from his smoke and blew it in the direction of the thug.

"I spared yer life, ya owe me one sunshine… Tell ya what, get the fuck outta my site, if I see ya again ill redecorate me bloody living room with your intestines… got that son?." This finally did it for thug, he was dealing with a dangerous nut case who thought he was English. A couple of yen and a fistful of pride would be too big a gamble if his life was on the line. With a panicked look in his eyes the grown man ran away from the boy down the ally, and once he was out of sight Shinji breathed out.

Yea he had taken a bloody scary gamble, his hear was racing faster than a bullet but then again he had all the aces up his sleeve. He had a weapon, he had the element of surprise and he also had about six section-two agents with their guns trained on the attackers back.

He closed the knife and stuck it in his jacket pocket, taking a final draw from his last smoke on in the deck he pinged the filter against the wall as he walked away, leaving behind; broken glass, an empty cigarette pack and a shit lot of attitude. As he walked down the rest of the way to the convenience store he once again turned from Spike the hellblazer, to a slightly stronger version of Shinji Ikari.

Katsuragi residence

"Where is that idiot, it's his turn to cook today" Asuka complained bitterly as Misato was trying to ignore her sipping her beer quietly, its not that she was an alcoholic but more that she enjoyed a cold one after a hard days work, and today's little screw ups had certainly got her in a foul mood. The tests that had taken twice as long due to a malfunction in the sync-system and she also had to reply to half a dozen damage reports not to mention Ritsuko's whining about her tardiness and her sex-life. All of these things were pissing her off and Asuka was certainly not helping, beer was all that was keeping her sane during these stressful times.

She was aware that Shinji was taking an awful long time to get back from the grocery store two blocks away, he should have been able to do the trip three times with the time he was taking. She just concluded that he was trying to find the perfect cabbage or something, besides if anything did go wrong section two would be on it like a pack of wild dogs and protect him with their lives if need be.

"Come on Misato please let's order something I'm starving." The red-headed thorn kept insisting, the door opened and the missing member of the Katsuragi Clan arrived. Shinji took off his shoes and ungraciously left the grocery bag on the corridor he began his trek to the bathroom when…

"Where do you think your going dumpkoff… you're not going to leave that bag there are you?" Asuka looked at the grocery bag and glared at the back of Shinji's head as he walked towards the bathroom he replied in venomous tone "I'll do it in a second Asuka" his voice relaxing a little trying to imitate his normal tone "I… need to wash my hands… meat packet… leaking." It was a stupid reason in Auska's mind, especially since when she picked up the bag it was not leaking at all; she just shrugged and walked back to the kitchen as the bathroom door slid shut.

"Well Misato, it seems the third has finally reached a new level of stupid." Said Asuka in a mater-of-fact tone "He is now hallucinating that he bought meat… ewww he is probably jerking off over the counter girl" she clumsily rummaged through the assortment of vegetables and fish. Misato just sighed not really giving a dam anymore the red-head had annoyed her to oblivion and she was just too tired to care, she was happy enough trying to tune out Auska's yells and screams and continue enjoying her cold beer.

Inside the bathroom he thanked the heaven's that Auska had the attention span of a termite, he needed time; time to apply the anti-swelling cream, to clean the blood stains that he had on his shirt, take a shower and, get changed and to apply some make up so his room mates wouldn't see the horrible bruise that was forming on his face.

All seemed normal (well as far as normal goes in Misato's little day-care) yet for some reason Shinji had been changing, she wasn't sure if it was for the better or the worse but something was different about him; he was more talkative, more alert, he had started sticking up for himself (much to Asuka's annoyance), his synch ratios had been improving steadily throughout the last couple of weeks.

It was hard to pinpoint the moment he started to change but it seems it might have been round about the time of his birthday, he had gotten the normal clichéd gifts like cello strings, a couple of tapes and some money but between all that junk Kensuke had got him something different it was three thick graphic novels by the name of Hellblazer and a silver Zippo lighter with the insignia of the main character of the graphic novel engraved on it. It seems Shinji became obsessed with the graphic novels he read them over and over again. He bought the rest of the graphic novels of Hellblazer it even got to the stage where he would lock himself with the books for days, he sometimes also tried to use the persona of the main character, even a week after he started "his little experiment" got him into a bit of trouble as he boldly told the teacher "nice bloody lecture squire" and he was punished with clean-up duty for a couple of weeks.

Shinji was musing as the cold water hit his skin, thinking of all the events that had happened since he put his little experiment into play. He smiled at himself as he remembered the faces of Asuka and Misato when he gave them a part of his charm… He had been trying to avoid showing any of the people he interacted with on a regular basis that new side of him, he might of slip up here and there but he kept all his relations separate from his alter ego. But now that his experiment was becoming a success he though "Maybe just maybe, I should take things up a notch". He began thinking of all the dire outcomes that could befall him if he were to break out of his new role of "Spike" would Asuka ever find out what he was planning on doing next time she pissed him off was just a test he would feel the whole nine hells on earth, hell if he succeeded he might have the same fate. But a couple of bruises more was no big for his reward in the form of Asuka's face, and besides he was used to pain ever since Asuka moved in. "Well time to rock and roll." He turned off the tap dried himself put on his "new gear" he had picked up a couple of days ago, styled his hair with the wax he had bought in the grocery store and now he was ready to make them see a new side of Shinji Ikari.

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Hey there I am Xatar and this would be the first chapter of my first ever fanfic. Woohoo! Anyway I would like your feedback as long as it's constructive I really want some whiney little shit (here now referred to as WLS!) telling me my work sucks and not even bothering to tell me why... Yea I know it sucks cock thanks for telling me but why did you think it sucked big mondo cock? that's what I want to know and don't play the spelling andgrammar game with mecause not only do I have dyslexia I have also ADHD so suck on that you pretentious cunts... anyway please R&R and tell me what you think and where I could improve it. And if there is any error in the text, PM me and ill get it sorted ASAP...

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P.P.D thanks to DemonicRage for proofreading this chapter all the money I invested in purchasing him of the Canadian slave market really paid off.

P.P.P.D Ok I have revised/re-written the chapter :p I need more proof readers, It seems that my last proof readers mysteriously evaporated? Don't look at me, you can't prove anything!