Seishoku Garasu Studios Presents…
The darkness of the night was oppressive. There was no getting around that fact. The moon had long sunk below the distant horizon hours ago, bathing the city of Tokyo-3 in a tight black embrace that seemed to choke any who dared exit their light drenched houses at this ungodly hour. Yet, through the murky haze of the pre-dawn mist a dark figure emerged, moving as silently as the wind. Swathed in black as he was, the color that just happened to perfectly match the darkness enveloping the shadowy figure, the only indication that he was present at all was the mists that silently drew from him as he moved.
Finally, after a few more minutes of creeping amongst the shadows, the figure moved in to the street, allowing for only a moments time the light of a nearby street light to illuminate his figure. At first guess, the stranger would appear to be a very short man, of perhaps early to middle teens with his perfectly sculpted face that was partially hidden behind a black mask that went with the outfit. But then, one would have to consider the current time and immediately dismiss that idea, because it was a school night. His body agreed with the earlier surmise, however, and bellied the age guess when it showed that beneath the tight black pants and the matching shirt was a scrawny body that seemed to be only able to support itself.
Should anyone have been watching the young man in that street light that night, they would only have caught a glimpse of his figure in the light. For as soon as he was done judging the building that was in front of him and then took a quick glance at a piece of paper drawn from a side pocket he stepped back into the comforting darkness to disappear from the eyes once again.
An Original Fan-Fic by Garasu…
As the small sign placed in front of the doorway confirmed, this building was indeed the address that had been scrawled in the small piece of paper the street light was kind enough to illuminate. The young man drew an oblong gun shaped object from the backpack that was strapped tightly behind him and aimed it with careful ease towards the roof of the building. A muffled explosion of sound and a few seconds was all that was needed before the figure could test the rope attached to the grappling hook and begin to scramble up the knotted length with a graceful speed that certainly did not agree with his scrawny body.
In a matter of minutes, the human spider was able to climb a ten story apartment building with nothing but a thin line of black rope. Soon he was retrieving the line one arm length at a time as he grimly gazed the distance to his next amazing feat of gymnastics. The small porch that was to be his goal was only three stories below him and off center of the main façade of the complex, which was the reason that he had to climb all the way to the top before he could descend to its darkened platform. As quickly and quietly as he could, the young soon-to-be vandal tied his rope to an outcropping of stone and gave a good yank to test the knot. A quick nod and grim smile was all he did before backing to the edge and jumping over.
Who ever had gone rappelling down the side of a mountain in the blackness of night would definitely know what the shadowy figure was feeling for those precious few seconds of free fall before the rope went tight under his hands. The grim smile widened as he realized that the distance that he judged from the roof was quite accurate for the pitch blackness of the night and he let go of the rope, only to drop a few feet and land on the target porch with the softest of noises.
The young woman sleeping soundly within the room next to the twin glass doors heard nothing as a wire was slid in between the doors and unhitched the simple locking mechanism. Moments later, the glass slipped soundlessly open and allowed the black swathed figure to enter the apartment unencumbered. The young man couldn't help but give a small stare at the sleeping beauty in front of him, clothed in what only appeared to be the white cotton sheets of her futon and a thin, flimsy sleeping robe. Her brown hair was cutely tossed over the side of the pillow and then swept carelessly away along the ground, the result of one too many turns in her sleep. Her alabaster skin positively glowed even with almost no light, and the sleeping robe was parted halfway down, giving the intruded a tantalizing view to the two round pieces of flesh that were hidden by the green material.
Silently, the figure sighed and shook his head. Business was business, and while the beauty of the young woman was quite fetching, he had a job to do. So with another shake of his head, he moved with practiced ease towards a drawer on the opposite side of the room. According to his information, and not to mention quite a bit of experience in these matters, the drawer that he was searching for was the top one. With an ever-widening grin, the figure opened the drawer to find the treasure he sought behind the piece of wood.
Quick as a flash he found the piece of cloth that he was searching for and resealed the drawer. Within moments the glass doors were once again shut and locked and the young man was quickly ascending the building again.
"Heh heh, that was all too easy." The figure chuckled and stuffed the prized piece of cloth in his backpack before retrieving his rope and disappearing down the side of the building again. This time heading for the street and the welcoming distance from the building, not to mention his own bed, from which he had been missing for far too long.
Panty Raider:
Episode 1: Because every "hero" needs an arch nemesis.
Few things in life are ever as reliable as the sun. The giver of life and energy to the pitiful sized blue planet that was caught within its mighty gravitational pull, and this morning was certainly not any different from any other. The welcoming chirps of the cicadas thrummed their good morning to the slowly wakening city, spreading their song further and further with every inch the golden light crept. Everywhere within the carefully clean limits of Tokyo-3 there showed evidence that life was once again returning from the dreary haze of night.
Except, perhaps, for one small apartment building on the outskirts of town. Ensconced within the only occupied apartment on the east façade and tucked under his warm covers, Shinji Ikari doggedly tried to defy the law of nature as he fought for every ounce of sleep he could. The young evangelion pilot certainly felt that he was within his rights to take an extra ten minutes of snooze time. After all, wasn't he the savior of mankind no less than four times within the past few months? And that was only counting the times that he had killed an angel by himself. If he included the times when he was assisted by his fellow pilots the number certainly would have accounted for some well deserved rest. Unfortunately, as most logical thoughts his brain had, they were violently disagreed with by a certain someone. A certain red-headed someone, who was the bane of his existence, the scourge of his waking hours – and certainly the star of not too few lovely dreams. The very same certain someone who was now casting a sinister shadow over his sleeping form.
"BAKA-SHINJI, WAKE UP!!!!"
Poor Shinji Ikari never stood a chance in hell.
"Arghhh! I'm up! I'm up!" The young man yelled, falling out of his bed with a satisfying thump.
Asuka Langly Sohryu, for all her trouble was very well rewarded. "And let that be a lesson to you, Baka-kun." She smiled evilly, leaning over her roommate's cringing form, who was still rubbing his head from the short fall. "No one and I mean no one, sleeps in when they have more important things to do. Like make breakfast and ensure that this starving beauty," Asuka thumbed her ample chest importantly, "has a proper meal for school."
Shinji, for all his nice dreams of the woman who was now beginning to retreat back outside of his room, glared at the object of his dreamy desire with something very close to spite. Then, when he was sure that the red headed devil was out of site, an evil grin crawled across his fate. The perfect revenge was at hand.
To his everlasting credit, Shinji managed to keep a straight face the entire morning as he addressed each and every one of his moody roommate's complaints calmly and rationally. Of course, calmly and rationally for Shinji meant an entire morning of apologizing for waking up so late and being late to exit from the bathroom, not to mention being late to start breakfast. Fortunately, however, everything was able to be done within a reasonable amount of time and soon the pair of youngsters were off to school, having barely said good morning to the late rising Misato Katsuragi on their way out the door.
"Geeze, Baka, what's with you this morning?" Asuka asked, noticing that her walking partner had just covered a yawn for the tenth time since they left for school that morning. "You went to bed even earlier than I did and yet you're still tired?"
"Oh, nothing I suppose. I guess I just didn't sleep to well last night." Shinji politely covered a yawn again and continued to stare at the ground directly in front of him, completely missing the slightly miffed look his red-headed partner gave him.
"Yeah, I bet you were up all night dreaming your little hentai dreams, weren't you?" Asuka shot back. Then she smiled satisfactorily as Shinji promptly blushed furiously. It didn't even matter if the little baka had actually been dreaming about something naughty, all it would take from her was a few simple words and he was putty in her hands.
"No!" Shinji shook his head violently, and then lowered his voice after Asuka gave him a quelling glare. "No, that's not it at all."
"Whatever, baka-hentai." Asuka couldn't resist that final shot as they arrived at the gates of the school and entered. Shinji sighed in relief when the temperamental German spotted her friend, Hikari, and ran off to join her instead, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
Hours later, Shinji sighed again as his professor began to draw upon his knowledge of second impact to regal the class with a compare and contrast of the socio-political structure of the pre-impact governments versus the Unified Nations government of the post-impact world. This was about the time that many others in the class began to drift off into their own blissful thoughts to occupy the half an hour until lunch. Shinji was, in fact, just about ready to the same when a strange barely audible buzz came from his back pack.
Great,
he thought with a little more spite than he intended. Another job more than likely, though it does look like my reputation is beginning to do the advertising work for me. The young EVA pilot spared a grim smile for that fact before discreetly pressing a button on his laptop. Wonderful little program his friend, Kensuke, gave to him. Though Shinji could hardly imagine the reaction the young man would have for its use. It allowed him to synchronize his palm top with the school laptop in order to access the outside world wide network without the hassles of the school firewall all without even lifting the small device that Misato had given him for his last birthday out of his bag.Shinji brought himself back to the computer in front of him when a remote messaging terminal popped onto his screen. Then he noticed the messaging terminal ID. Yup, looks like another job. I'll have that money in no time; this makes two jobs this week! The young man let his personality settle to what he liked to call his "Ikari Business Mode" as he watched the message pop up.
riakfanYou are him, I assume?
Shinji regarded the message. Short and to the point… this didn't seem like the average hentai. He narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned as his fingers flew over the keyboard, typing his reply.
praiderYes.
Two can play this game.
Shinji thought happily, yet outside his demeanor remained cool and professional. In fact, if any of the other EVA pilots had been watching him at that moment, they would have swore that in Shinji's place sat a shaved, specless, Gendo.riakfan Excellent, I have a job for you. It needs to be handled…with the utmost haste.
Shinji raised his eyebrows fractionally at that last statement. A man in a rush. Must be something important. Well, if it's that important, then my fee just doubled. Shinji thought with glee, then typed out the message that he felt would be most appropriate for the situation.
praider Haste equals…quality assurances. I am a very busy man.
riakfan Understood. You shall be justly compensated for your time, over and above what I believe to be your normal fee structure.
Shinji smiled a little Gendo smile. Those around him unconsciously noted the temperature of the room drop.
praider Excellent. I will mail you the data for the accounts once the job is completed. The drop off point will be sent upon verification of payment. Do you have the data available?
riakfan Of course. The address is attached in the following packet. The package I wish delivered is LF36a-b. Is that within your scope?
Shinji smiled. The man used his own preferred code, and yet he knew he had not done business with this man before. Whoever this is certainly not the average Hentai. He's done his homework. Shinji did not worry, however. His actions while apparently well known in certain circles were certainly not noteworthy enough for anyone of any authority to seek him out. He was incredibly discreet in his endeavors, and knew exactly what he could and could not do. Well, father, at least you taught me something from our little meetings.
Shinji rapidly searched through the database of all the catalogues he had painstakingly memorized in order to make his job easier until he found the right object. Hmm, scratch that, riakfan is a hentai. Shinji sighed to himself. Sometimes it was almost pitiful the amount of business he got inside this "fortress against the angels." I guess there's just a lot of people looking to occupy their time…though why they would occupy their time with this disgusting business I'll never guess. But far be it for me to complain about easy money. Oh well, lunch period is about ready to begin, should get this over with. With his final thoughts and a quick verification that the received packed was, in fact, clean and legit, Shinji typed his final reply.
praider The package will be delivered by tomorrow. Good day.
With his final thought, Shinji didn't even wait to see if there would be a reply as the lunch bell rang. Silently, he closed his laptop and walked out of the room, a frown of concentration playing across his face. Certainly though, in his haste, he never noticed the curious stare from a person two rows back and one column over.
Asuka, for all that she pretended to be bored in class, was actually quite adept at picking out the moods and emotions of the class around her. Her keen blue eyes never missed anything, which was, generally, the reason why she was so adept at ripping insults at her fellow classmates. There was one person, however, that she never failed to watch from behind her pretense of lazy boredom. Perhaps, as most would assume, it was because he was her particular favorite target. Still others, almost pathetic in their number actually, would assume a romantic interest in the said target. Depending on her mood when asked, Asuka could go either way, or sometimes even both.
It was because of this intense scrutiny that the red head noticed the distinct change in Shinji's demeanor a half hour from the lunch bell. From her vantage point, she unfortunately couldn't see what the text was that he seemed to be typing across his screen and reading when replied to, but she could sense his mood darken immediately. Unconsciously, Asuka shivered when she noticed him do a fair impression Commander Ikari in one of his "good" moods.
He does it too well,
she thought once she finished rubbing her delicate white hands against her arms for added warmth. It's just too damn scary. But I guess he is his father's son, no matter how he may deny it. Still, I wonder what caused him to imitate his dear father. Asuka screwed her eyebrows together and continued watching the young pilot until he seemed to conclude his conversation just as the lunch bell rang. Her piercing gaze followed the young Ikari out the door before she grabbed her own lunch and followed the rest of the class. I'd better keep an eye on that baka, just in case. This could be bad news, or at the very least good black mail material. The latter thought put Asuka in an immediate good mood."So Shinji," Kensuke put in, coming into the conversation for the first time that afternoon. "How are you getting along with the she-witch?"
Shinji stopped suddenly and regarded his friend thoughtfully. They had just been discussing the various merits of each female in class, or at least he listened while Touji filled him in on the "juicy details," when Asuka was suddenly brought up. He really didn't know why they kept bringing the German girl up when they were discussing available girls, but he supposed that in the extreme sense, Asuka could be considered "available" if one also just happened to be a masochist. Then there was that other implication that his friend implied. The married couple thing. He hated the notion (as much as spending various nighttime pursuits with Asuka appealed to his inner self), that he was constantly teased about this, couldn't they find better targets?
"I…we're…I mean… we're fine." Shinji finally managed to bumble out, all the while blushing from the variety of images his imaginative brain supplied him with. In a moment, however, his attitude from earlier returned and he smiled a little evil smile. Much to the shock of his erstwhile companions "In fact, I'd say we're about to get real "hot" pretty soon.
Touji promptly dropped his lunch and Kensuke's mouth hit the floor as they both stared at their young companion.
"What do you…?" Touji's confused outburst was silenced by Shinji's finger in front of his face, in the universal signal for patience.
"5…4…3…2…1…0." Shinji counted down the seconds on his watch in the following silence. When his mouth uttered the word zero, he looked up and towards the tree that Hikari and Asuka often sat under during this period. Sure enough, the other two stooges looked over to where their friend was intently staring and got an immediate reward for their obedience.
"MEIN GOTT! BAKA-SHINJI YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!"
The pair watched in rapt fascination as the so-called red devil stood up suddenly and began coughing loudly, then ran off towards the school.
"Did I actually see fire coming from her mouth?" Touji asked, looking down at Shinji who all the while was smiling innocently. If he hadn't been looking directly at his friend he would have missed the young boy's soft comment.
"Looks like Devil Girl finally found her flame." Shinji sighed sadly and looked up at his friend's wide-eyed stares. "Oh, sorry. She just woke me up rather unpleasantly this morning. I'll make it up to her later." The young man said by way of explanation, then shrugged.
"Whatever, man. Just remind me not to get on your bad side," Touji commented, much to Kensuke's agreement. The rest of the lunch period was spent in silence as the three finished their food and two of the three stooges contemplated the sudden "new side" of their friend.
Despite the fact that he knew the red head deserved the small practical joke that he had played on her at lunch, Shinji still couldn't help feel bad nor worry immensely for his own safety as he watched her angry, jarring steps on the way back home from school. She hadn't even said a word to him yet, and it didn't look like she was about ready to start anytime soon, even for a simple insult.
Man, she can certainly hang on to anger for a long time,
he thought as she added another huff to her movements and then stormed up into the elevator of their apartment building. Of course, with the mood that she was currently in, Shinji wisely chose to take the second elevator rather than risk close proximity to his dangerous roommate. In all likely hood she was probably just waiting for them to get out of the public spotlight before she exacted her revenge. To that thought, Shinji could only cringe. If it was something Asuka didn't want to do in public it probably meant something very bad and very painful for him.Surprisingly, though, when he reached his destination the door to their shared apartment had already been unlocked and Asuka was nowhere to be seen. Shinji blinked as he regarded to seemingly empty apartment. This was new. Asuka not wanting to exact revenge for the humiliation that she had gone through at his hands? A quick glance down her side of her hall, however, revealed that she had already gone into her room and was very likely fuming to herself. Shinji just shook his head; at least this gave him time to prepare his make up present.
With that pleasant thought, the young man entered the kitchen and donned his favorite apron to begin preparing dinner. He was going to have to eat a bit early tonight anyway if he wanted to properly plan and execute the job tonight; though on the bad side it looked like he was going to miss some sleep once again. Shinji at least hoped he could have caught up at least a little bit before he was forced to go out again.
No such luck, I suppose.
Shinji shook his head of those thoughts and lent his mind to more productive things, like making sure that the dinner he was now fixing didn't burn. It had to be absolutely perfect in order to have its proper effect.Twenty minutes later, it was apparent that Asuka still wasn't willing to give him the time of the day, which in retrospect, was something he considered and indeed counted on. So the young pilot loaded all the items on a small tray and carried them over to the still firmly closed door.
"Asuka?" Shinji knocked politely. When an answer wasn't forthcoming he knocked again, this time a bit louder. "Dinner is ready. I think you might like it tonight. Do you want to come out?"
Still no answer. Shinji sighed. It wasn't like he expected her to answer anyway. He unfortunately had a job to prepare for though, so he had no time to stand here and wait to see if she would come out. In all likely-hood she was probably listening, waiting for him to move away from the door to come out. It was just the way that the red head fumed, and Shinji, by this time, was used to it. With that, the young man left the tray carefully by the door, so that she would be able to see it once she finally decided to come out and left for the safety of his own room.
Indeed, the young EVA pilot had been quite correct in assuming that Asuka was waiting for him to leave, for as soon as his door softly, but firmly, closed she opened the door and looked down. There she found a tray, lovingly organized with a small red rose on the left side with a little card sitting over it. To the right was a plate with two huge smoked sausages with a heaping helping of sauerkraut and a side of au gratin potatoes. Asuka's face remained frozen in shock until a familiar scent reached her nose that she immediately recognized.
"Beer Basted," she said softly and let her facial expression collapse into a soft smile that spread even further when she read the card that sat over the rose: "Next time, just a firm shake would do," written in Shinji's usual neat hand writing. Asuka couldn't help but keep the smile plastered on her face as she brought her dinner into her room, shutting the door behind her. This time, however, with a lot less anger than before. "Baka."
Just a few feet away from the now happily sated red head, inside the neighboring room, Shinji sat and regarded the computer screen directly before him. Though the address that he received from his client was certainly legit, the location left a lot to be desired. Apparently, the apartment was in one of the many high rise buildings that existed within the inner city. Indeed, it even was one of the many buildings that were important enough to rate being pulled into the geofront during an angel attack.
Hmm. Looks like this person is fairly important.
Though Shinji really didn't care who it was. That was one of the many things that he endeavored to keep secret between himself and his clients. He did not want to know names or circumstances; all he needed was location and security data so that he may have an accurate picture on the feasibility of the job.Despite the location of the apartment and the somewhat difficult looking way to enter it without being seen, the data that had been provided by his client was amazingly detailed. It contained the password to the only alarm system within the room and the exact location of the item in question. It even listed the fact that tonight the resident was on a late shift and wouldn't even be home until late tomorrow morning, which made the young Shinji even gladder that he had chosen to do this tonight. The only obstacles now were what specific time would be easiest for him to exit his own home unnoticed. Misato, he knew, wouldn't be back until the wee hours of the morning, and after the dinner he just slipped Asuka; she probably would be passed out very shortly after exiting from her nightly ritual soaking.
Even as he made the plans on what time to leave he heard the familiar sliding of the bathroom door and the ruffling that indicated a bed was being occupied. A mere few moments later, soft snores were heard from his neighbor's room and Shinji took that as a sign that it was safe to leave. As quietly as he could, he slipped over to the other side of his room and dressed quickly in the black clothes that would work to conceal his movements. Then over to a special hidden drawer at the back of his closest for a few gadgets that would make any spy proud. With his gear safely stowed away in his black backpack and the mask already pulled over his head, Shinji slipped out of his room and headed over towards the twin glass doors barring the exit to the porch.
Quiet as a cat, Shinji opened the doors and slipped outside, barely daring to breathe as he passed the small window that would be right outside Asuka's room. When he was sure it was safe and nobody was below him, the rope went over the ledge and Shinji neatly lifted himself over the ledge out down into the blackness of the familiar night.
Despite physical appearances otherwise, Shinji had gotten to be quite in shape during the few months he had been performing his services. As a result the half an hour jog from his apartment building to the targets building was a bare physical exertion, only making him sweat from the few times he had to use the covering shadows of alleyways and other buildings to avoid the occasional car. Fortunately, as this was in the newer, and hence, richer area of the city, the many establishments that avoided curfew and stayed open twenty-four hours were few and far between.
Shinji thoroughly enjoyed his silent jog to the site. He enjoyed the familiar blackness of the night that surrounded him and protected him, making it appear as if only a runaway shadow was slipping amongst the streets rather than a human being. He was enjoying his jog so much in fact that he almost missed the building that he was after, and only stopped himself after he noticed the plaza sign set in the concrete a hundred feet after the entrance. Shinji took advantage of the sign's shadow to familiarize himself with the various entrances and exits for the apartment complex as well as to catch a quick breather.
It appeared as if the complex was fundamentally simple. Each apartment had its own small porch, and each porch ascended vertically for about fifty stories or so. According to his data, the apartment he was looking for was facing the street he was now on and only a mere ten floors up. If he read the schematic of the building correctly, the specific complex of rooms should be the third from the left, so when he found the correct room that fit the data, he grimly began climbing directly up the face. It wasn't very hard to do, especially for one that was used to such clandestine activities. Each porch contained a wire railing that was only about his height away from the top of the previous railing. It was no matter to the young man at all to reach up and lift himself up to the next railing, pausing only a few minutes to reset his lifeline just in case.
Once Shinji reached the targeted porch, he slid up to the glass doors and looked inside, visually confirming several artifacts that would verify that this was indeed the apartment he was looking for. With the confirmation done, he set to work opening the door. The alarm was quite simple, mainly because of the location of the building, and consisted of a trigger that would set off the alarm only if glass were broken or if the code was not entered within twenty seconds of any door being accessed. Windows were to be avoided because they triggered the alarm regardless.
With an audible snap, the lock on the porch doors slid to the unlocked position and Shinji quietly opened the door and ran over to the control console and entered the date that was provided by his client. He held his breath for a moment as the code was confirmed and smiled when at last the blinking red lights switched to green. With no danger of triggering the alarms, Shinji finally allowed himself to glance about the small dark apartment. It was almost fanatically neat, with no furniture showing any sign of any wear. There were plastic figurines of cats decorating most of the loaded bookshelves and even as he stood there, regarding the many thick tomes devoted to subjects as wide as advanced programming to romance novels, Shinji felt something small and furry begin to rub up against his legs.
The young man started for only a few seconds until he saw a small black cat come into his view and regard him silently from the top of the couch.
"Hello there," Shinji smiled softly and scratched the cat's ears, much to the furry creature's delight. The young man had always loved any kind of animal, and it seemed as cats, especially this little one, were fast becoming one of his favorites. It certainly beat some of the times his clients neglected to mention that the target owned a dog.
After a few more pets, Shinji walked away from the little creature and began to search for the location that contained the object he was after. After a few moments of fruitless searching in the usual places, Shinji finally found the item tucked safely away in the bottom of one of the drawers in the bedroom. He could only smile and blush lightly when he removed a pair of leather panties cut in the bikini style.
"Yup, this is definitely LF36a-b." Shinji said to himself as he tucked the undergarments into his backpack before his imagination about who would wear such things could overtake his mind. "They certainly must be uncomfortable though," the pilot mumbled to himself before resetting the alarm and then walking over to the doors that led to his freedom. "Still, I can help but feel like I know the owner of this place."
Shinji spent no more time talking to himself as he closed the doors and made sure they were locked before once again disappearing into the darkness from whence he came. Another night another substantial deposit of money into his bank accounts, ensuring that the item he was wanting was slipping ever closer to his grasp.
***
praider The item was recovered with minimal trouble, the data you graciously provided was… invaluable.
The man known on the 'net as Riakfan smiled as his employee confirmed that the job had been indeed completed. Just as fast as was promised, as well. It was quite a testament to this raider's business sense, in his opinion. Now if only he could find several people within his own organization that were this talented.
riakfan Excellent. I received your account numbers and have already wired the payment to them, plus an extra bonus for your timely handling of the event. Do you have the pickup location?
praider Of Course. I just received confirmation of payment. The drop off point is the post office on fifth street, box 323. The combination is 45-62-105. Your bonus is…appreciated and most generous. It was a pleasure doing business with you.
riakfan Likewise.
With the conversation ended, Gendo Ikari shut down his private terminal and leaned into his joined hands with a small grin. "That will certainly teach Dr. Akagi to steal my chibi Unit 01 boxers."
With his quiet comment, Gendo went back to contemplating the geofront outside of his office window. Wondering, not for the first time during this panty raider business where he could find an agent such as that enterprising gentleman.
***
"Achoo!"
"Bless you."
Shinji turned towards Kensuke and gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks."
"So anyway," Kensuke continued once the interruption was finished ensuring that he once again had his fellow stooge's attention. "Have you guys heard of this new guy that's running around town?"
When the young war otaku received complete and utter confused looks from both his companions he leaned closer in to his two friends.
"I've heard rumors about this new guy that calls himself by the name of "panty raider." Apparently, for a price he'll fetch a clean pair of anyone's panties as long as you supply a proper address and a few additional snippets of data."
Touji looked skeptical of his friend's admission, Shinji just looked plain disgusted.
"Oh come on, Kensuke, you can't possibly believe that someone would be that perverted do you?" Shinji spoke up, giving his friend a tolerant glare. "Why would anyone even want to keep such an item when they can purchase them themselves?"
"Shinji!" Kensuke regarded his friend with mock consternation. "It's not just any old pair, you know! It's a pair of your dream girls! They hold sentimental value to certain people."
"Humph, if you ask me, it's still pretty perverted to me." Shinji looked up and away from his friend, trying to hold off the smile that threatened to crack his face in half. Fortunately before his friend could get in another word edgewise, the final bell rang and all the students were released from their classroom, finally free to pursue their own interests after a long day of listing to yet another second impact lecture.
Once the three friends said there goodbye's and left in their separate directions, a familiar red head stepped out of the classroom, instantly finding the retreating back of her roommate. "Humph," she huffed as Shinji left the school building and headed off in the direction of their home. "For once, I agree with that baka. That's just plain sick."
Though, as she thought about it more and more, Asuka began to get the beginnings of an idea in here head. Obviously, this 'panty raider' was a man, maybe even around their age. After all, only someone that young could be so willing to provide such a perverted service. If she could somehow find out who this person was, then maybe she could turn him in for a good amount of humiliation. If at the very least, she should consider stopping this hentai before she herself was the target. It was only a matter of time before someone requested something intimate of hers, and the idea of any hentai fondling her panties, even when she wasn't occupying them was sickening. With the force of conviction that Asuka was famous for, the plan began to hatch in her mind, and she planned it out the entire trip home. It was time for this hentai to meet the wit of Asuka Langley Sohryu.
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Author's Notes:
Heh, heh…don't ask. Just don't ask. This fic is the direct result of three things: staying up too late reading too many EVA fics, waking up too early for work, and an extreme boredom that I only seem to encounter sitting in the office with not enough to do. Make no mistake, this is not slapstick humor or anything like that, I just can't seem to write things like that, it actually has a plot, or something that I like to call plot anyway that I'm definitely imagining in my mind's eye. However, I really have no plan besides a few more main points to get across, especially this thing that Shinji's saving up for and his motivation for doing this. Besides the fact that it's just so frighteningly weird for Shinji of all people to go slipping into people's houses after their panties and doing it for a price! Not to mention the first meeting of the panty raider to Asuka's character. Heh heh, and the cat and mouse game that ensues afterwards. That should be fun. Not to mention playing with their real life counterparts. ::chuckles:: We'll see where this goes when the mood strikes me. We'll see you again in the Panty Raider, episode 2: Roter Teufel strikes!Also, a big BIG Arigato goes out to my personal bit..I mean pre-reader Sam Grayston, who graciously volunteered to look over this little travesty for errors. Arigato Gozaimasu Sam-san!