Disclaimer: I don't Evangelion or any of its characters.
A/N. This all takes place in the year 2026, 11 years after the series. So that would make the pilots all about 25 years old. In this timeline, Third Impact never happened. That's about all you need to know. Enjoy.
Red vs. Blue
Chapter 1
Japan has risen to become a world super power and joined the ranks of the U.S. and China. They have amassed an army with the greatest of technological superiority. All Evas have been "frozen" and, in accordance with the Berlin Peace Agreement of 2018, agreed to never be used again. All agencies linked to the Evas have since been disbanded.
Tokyo-3 has flourished with the economic growth in the last 10 years. Life has begun returning to normalcy. And the "Angle War" has taken its place among the pages of history without much thought.
Our story begins in the spring of 2026. It's a chilly night in downtown Tokyo-3. Outside a bar sits a woman in a leather jacket and jeans. She looks at her watch.
"He's late."
She got up and walked inside. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. In the upper corner of the bar was a TV mounted to the wall. A soccer game was taking place on screen. Behind her are a handful of people in small groups. All talking, all drinking.
She heard someone entering the bar. She turned to look. It was a man in a trench coat that walked in and began looking around. She turned her attention back to her drink. It wasn't the man she was looking for.
"So, you waiting for someone." It was the bartender. He was a kind looking gentleman in his 40's.
"Yeah, but he seems to… can you hold on a sec?"
Her cell phone was ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey, its me. Look, I don't think that I'll—"
"God damnit, Ikari!"
"Hey! I wanna be there tonight, but something came up."
"Like what!"
"Just some old stuff I need to take care of."
"Bullshit, you promised that we—"
"Asuka, look. I'm sorry, but tonight's no good. We'll do this another time.
"…"
"Asuka?"
"Aharrrrrr!" She gave the phone the finger and hung up.
"That the guy?" asked the bartender.
"Yeah", she said harshly as she reached into her pocket for money to pay the bill.
"Off to see him?"
"You bet", she said as she slammed the money on the bar. " Keep the change."
"Good luck", he told her as she walked out of the bar.
She waved without looking back and zipped up her jacket. She took out her keys for her motorcycle and started it up.
"Too many times have you had something come up. Not tonight!"
She put on her helmet and took off down the street. This night was just getting started.
A/N: Please, let me know what you think. I know it's not really that great, but I just didn't feel like writing anything really long or epic. Flames are welcome (there the most entertaining and sometimes they even include ways to improve your storytelling and writing.)