Shinji of Gaul
I OWN NOTHING!
Ch. 1
Little Shinji Ikari was crying his eyes out near the beach. His mama was gone and his papa didn't want him anymore. As he sat there sobbing, a strange glow suddenly appeared around him and he vanished.
The next thing he knew he was floating in a vast white void but around him he could hear voices talking about him. "So this is the one to save this world? Not much if you ask me?"
That stung for the little boy it seemed that no one wanted him and he was unimportant even if they didn't know him. But what was it the voice was talking about 'save the world'?
"Now Tuetautus, you know better than that. This boy has incredible potential he just needs the right environment to grow up in then send him back and watch him corncob the bastards who want to end the world." Shinji blinked at that. Right environment?
"Mister, what's going on? What are you talking about?"
The second voice chuckled, then grew into a huge belly laugh. "Lad, you are to be a great hero for you world. However, you'll never be one, if you grow up where you are now. We'll take you somewhere else to live and become strong."
"Wait I'm going to be a hero? Cool!" Shinji said, forgetting his fears.
As Shinji was in awe of what the second voice had said, the first spoke up again, "I Teutautus, god of thunder and god of war will be your patron, as all warriors are. When you are sixteen years of age you will go home to fulfill your destiny." There was another flash of light and little Shinji was gone.
Tokyo-3
The city was in shambles, the Angel Sachiel was tearing the city apart, the tanks and airplanes sent at the colossal beast succeeded only in irritating the brute.
At a train station sat a young man, but what a man! Standing at a fraction under six feet, he towered over the average Japanese. He was also heavily muscled and wore his brown hair shoulder blade long. Across his arms and chest up to under his chin were spiraling tattoos of a rich blue color. Across his lip was a scraggily moustache that promised to grow out in less than a year. His clothing was odd as well, a pair of plaid trousers of light blue and green, and a cloak of the same color across his shoulder which was pinned by a silver broach. His shirt was a light brown and was completely sleeveless which showed off the tree trunk arms and broad shoulders as well as the tattoos. He had a small pack over his shoulder and was looking at a photograph of a woman with purple hair and quite a nice figure. "Sweet Daghda! I wouldnae moind t'see what was oonder tha' outfit! Makes up for th' bastard haulin me ass oot heare, almost." He exclaimed in a guttural accent.
A month ago he had been returned back to his aunt and uncle's home. Their memories had been tampered with and they had been made to think that they had sent him away again to an acquaintance of theirs. A week before today his father had sent one word to his home of three weeks. 'COME.' Shinji had stared at the message for over a minute before voicing his opinions. Animals started running away and the bark of trees literally started to peel. One old woman three miles away had a heart attack.
As he warily looked around at the strange yet vaguely remembered surroundings he swore he saw a blue haired girl near the station. His eyes made contact with her's and a strange feeling went through him as if he was at the tribal Samhain ceremonies in the sacred grove back home.
As he was about to talk to the girl, there was a flock of doves that flew past that distracted him and when he turned back the girl was gone. He looked around for the girl and couldn't find her. He dismissed the encounter as the side effect of that damned Sooshee he had been eating. He would kill for a cut of pork or beef or maybe some venison, "Oh wonderful venison, roasted for hours, slathered with honey and herbs." While Shinji was in his food porn fantasy he failed to notice until they were right over him a pair of fighter planes that roared over his head. He ducked involuntarily, shrieking curses that would make a trucker blush.
A moment later a car screeched to a halt next to him. Inside was the woman from the photo, Misato Katsuragi. She looked at him in slight confusion, then said "Are you Shinji Ikari?"
"Aye." Shinji answered.
"Then hurry up and get in!" She shouted.
Shinji grudgingly got into the hunk of metal and screamed when she tore off through Tokyo-3. "Dammit woman, are ye tryin' t'get us killed?!!!"
Misato snapped back, "Well sorry, but were kind of in a hurry!" She took a moment to look over the kid and was still surprised at what she saw. He looked nothing like the commander and was completely different from what she had expected. He looked like some sort of barbarian but what kind she had no idea.
"So what's with the getup?" She asked.
He looked at her funny and replied, "What are ye talking aboot? Back hoome, evarywone dresses loike this." Misato stared at him. He saw this and replied, "Whare ah groo up. Ah onle came bach t'Japan a moonth ehgo." When she asked where he had been he clammed up and wouldn't answer her. Before she tried asking again there was a huge boom and Shinji stared out the window in shock and shouted, "what by Daghda's balls is tha'?"
"That is what your father is fighting." Misato answered.
Shinji raised an eyebrow and then said "Really? Ah hope the thing steyps on t'bastard!"
Misato sweat-dropped at this opinion of her leader even if she slightly agreed with him.
As they tore through the city Misato suddenly swerved to dodge a falling piece of building and rolled the car. "Dammit! Shinji help me push the car over." She snarled as they dragged themselves out of the car.
Shinji towered over the woman and made her feel a bit small, he glared for moment then shrugged and said, "Alroight, though I doan' ken why ye're getten soo worked oop over a hoonk ov metal." Shinji walked over toward the car squatted down grabbed the edge and stood up, the car immediately righted up.
Misato stared at the young man in shock, "Strong…." She mumbled. But before they could get back into the car there was another roar and Misato stared in shock. "Oh shit! They're dropping a N2 bomb. Hit the deck!" She tried to knock Shinji to the ground with a flying tackle but was about as successful as a bird hitting a window.
Shinji then grabbed the dazed woman around her waist and carried her under the crook of one arm but backwards which did give him a nice view of her lower half of her hourglass as a certain corner of his mind did note but was quickly shoved aside as he threw her into the car and lunged in after her the explosion rocked the earth itself as if Daghda's club was hammering the earth.
When the explosion stopped, Misato found she was under Shinji in a very compromising position. Shinji grinned a lecherous grin when he realized their situation. "Wiell now, this woz ah little earlier then oye expected, boot hey, Ah'm not coomplainin'!"
Misato snarled and punched him in the short ribs to get him off. He did quickly enough and she then looked the car over to see the damage and started cussing a blue streak about the state of her car. "And I still had 33 payments for that car dammit!"
Shinji scoffed at her antics mumbling, "It was just a hoonk oov metal!" Misato cry of exasperation could be head for miles if anyone was there to listen.
End of ch.1
So what do you think, how will this version of Shinji handle Tokyo-3 and its insanity. I'm thinking that the world will never be able to handle two volcanoes like Asuka or Shinji and the fights will be fun to make. First battle next chapter.
