Hey…Here's the 12th Chapter of Madness, pretty close after the 11th…It's just because I'm still in fanfiction writing mode…But don't worry, I'm not exactly neglecting my three other Evangelion fics, they too will be updated in time…
And have you been missing crossover? Or paragraphs that just make you feel dirty inside? Well, then you'll be just loving this chapter. :)
Meh, that's all…
Let's start the show!
Disclaimer: I don't own Evangelion or its characters. Gainax does, and they rock. Who else could create both Evangelion and FLCL!
Tokyo 3, Japan
NERV Headquarters, Commander's Office
Asuka Langley Sohryu stood in the dark, expansive terror that was the Commander's Office, trying not to flinch at the visage of apathy that was Commander Shinji Ikari.
She still felt odd calling him that, and refused to salute him, or at least avoided him like the plague so she would not have to. She hadn't really seen him much or gotten that close to him since the incident that she…no, she would not admit guilt, he was an idiot, and he would always be an idiot.
Yet she could still see the look on his face that she had given her on that day, his words still had a place in her heart, although she tried to deny it. So for these reasons she tried to stay away from Shinji, she had a new annoying roommate anyway…Kawuro.
She was not sure what she felt for the Fifth Child, at first he had simply been a miniscule presence, but she began to appreciate his presence on the days he was late or gone. He seemed to calm the room and he always knew what to say, as if he was a pure instrument of logic. So she tried to stay as far away from Shinji as she could.
Yet she had been called by Shinji in this instance, and one could not refuse a meeting request from the Commander of NERV.
She glanced towards his desk, trying to look away from his glowing, intimidating glasses, the light glinting off them from the dim lights, giving him an almost ethereal presence.
"Pilot Sohryu."
She barely managed to stop herself from flinching at surprise from his sudden, cold words. She would not respond though, she could never hear herself say 'Commander Ikari', it would be quite subservient, she simply hoped he would continue with what he had to say.
"Pilot Sohryu."
There it was again. He did not even deign to call her Second Child, he spoke of her coldly and without any real feeling, and deep down she felt, with remorse, that that was exactly what he felt of her, and that was how he would always feel of her, and perhaps that it had been her fault.
If only a little.
"Pilot Sohryu!"
The third time was only a bit louder, but coming from the Commander, it was quite perceptible, Asuka flinched again and then inwardly cursed herself for her weakness, she was no coward, she could not bow down to this fool.
The Second Child looked Shinji directly in the eyes, staring him down, although this was quite difficult since his glowing shades gave almost no glimpse of the cold cerulean eyes shielded behind them.
"Yes, Shinji?"
She spoke calmly with what she thought was an acceptable tone of distant professionalism.
Shinji simply continued to stare at her for what seemed like hours, making her shift uncomfortably, her legs a bit tired.
She spoke once more, calmly, but with a hint of exasperation and melancholy.
"Yes, Shinji?"
Shinji pushed his glasses back up the arch of his nose, sighing with what seemed like, to Asuka trepidation, disgust.
"You will call me, Commander, or Commander Ikari. That is my rank, as a subordinate you have a duty to address me with respect, read the NERV Charter."
He spoke coolly and mechanically, piercing into Asuka's patience and will.
"What…"
She shook her head and stared at him blankly.
"You heard me, Pilot Sohryu, to refuse is insubordination, do you comprehend?"
She clenched her fists and took in a breath of air, and it seemed for a few minutes that she had calmed herself down and she would be willing to compromise. The key word of course being, seemed.
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? THIRD CHILD!"
She yelled at the top of her voice, spitting out a large gob of mucus and saliva towards him, which landed precariously at the edge of his desk.
The Commander stood up, silent but foreboding and Asuka stumbled backwards from pure animalistic fear. She had lost control, and she had no idea what would happen now. The old Shinji would've flinched and apologize. But from what she had seen, this was definitely not the old Shinji.
Commander Ikari reached out, wiping the saliva off his desk with his silk gloved right hand, his countenance with a slight hint of disgust.
She took a few steps backwards, her hand shivering slightly as she clenched her fist. The Commander was staring straight at her.
No…
She could see his eyes now, he had stepped out of the glimmer of the high lights, and they affected her profoundly. They were still those same, deep, whirlpools of blue, but she could see a wave of other complicated emotions in them, apathy, hate, lust, compassion, kindness, all human emotions. Although she as she continued to stare at them, the compassion and kindness seemed to leave, along with the lust, leaving only a cold, hateful stare.
Within Shinji a tiny flicker of emotion arose from staring at Asuka's eyes, those eyes that he had worshipped only months before. But he crushed the gnat of feeling instantly, almost by instinct.
Asuka flinched and spoke waveringly.
"What do you want with me, Comm…Comm…Commander Ikari?"
Asuka instantly felt complete self-disgust, but she tried to smother it as much as she could with the thought that this was alright, it was just protocol, she was basically addressing him with the same cold rankings he now addressed her with.
Shinji remained standing and spoke, cold but with a hint of fatigue, fatigue that almost seemed like disgust, like he was tired of her.
"Well, it was a pertinent matter, and your outburst applies to it as well. I question your emotional stability, Pilot Sohryu; perhaps it will affect your piloting abilities. It has come to my knowledge that your synch ratios have been declining steadily the past few weeks."
Asuka barely restrained the urge to run up and punch Shinji in the face. He was doing this on purpose, she knew, she knew he had access to her files; she knew he knew how important piloting was to her.
That son of a bitch…I'll kill you…I'll…I'll
"…kill…you…"
Asuka whispered, luckily too low for Shinji to hear, but her face was perceptively flushed with anger.
He smirked, if ever so slightly.
"I will be watching you, Pilot Sohryu. I do hope that you will reach the expectations Sub-Commander Katsuragi seems to have for you, I on the other hand have no such illusions. Although I am Commander, I shall still remain in the role of the Pilot, from time to time, to command you directly from the battlefield, to account for any human error on your part."
Asuka growled quietly, like a cornered, wounded animal.
Human error! On my part! Does that mean you can't commit human error, maybe because you're no longer human…you idiot…you're no longer even human, you're a mechanical robot, or a monster…what have they done to you…
Asuka whispered quietly again, Shinji once again not noticing. Her voice wavered quietly with what seemed like sadness.
"…Shinji…"
"Pilot Sohryu, you are dismissed."
Tokyo 3, Japan
Misato's Apartment
Asuka entered the apartment, throwing her bags down on the ground, limping towards the couch and then throwing herself down on it. Her head landed on something soft, and she looked up to see the pale, odd face of Kawuro, having accidentally landed in his lap.
Dammit…I should look before I…
She stopped even thinking, staring into those red eyes, they were mesmerizing and strange, they seemed to pierce into her, and she flushed, it was like they were speaking to her.
She flushed a deeper shade of red.
I really should stop personifying male body parts.
Kawuro did not speak, staring at Asuka as their heads slowly closed the distance between their faces, as they approached within a centimeter of each other, he simply spoke warmly.
"…Asuka…"
It was then their lips met, a warm union, and she slowly responded. Asuka was too weak after her encounter with Commander Ikari to resist, and in fact, as she felt the sensation of Kawuro's tongue gingerly probing around in her mouth, she found that she did not want to resist.
She slowly responded, their tongues entwining in some obscene, wet tango, and smacks of moist sounds could be heard echoing around the room.
The door opened, the sound of Misato trudging into the room awakening both of them from their loving, Asuka quickly springing back and pushing Kawuro firmly away from her, blushing a deep red.
Misato simply walked past, the Sub-Commander did not look well. There were bags beneath her eyes, and she stared ahead blankly, she wasn't even drunk yet. If Misato had noticed the two Children kissing, she apparently hadn't yet registered or perhaps was too tired to even care.
The room was quiet as Misato sat down in front of the table, her back to Asuka and Kawuro, the crisp snap of a beer can being opened. Asuka simply fidgeted with her hands, trying to look away from Kawuro in faux disgust.
Meanwhile, the Fifth Child smiled, reaching out towards Asuka's cheek with his hand, smiling calmly with a bit of almost eerie aloofness.
Asuka let out a whimper and then a growl of pure aggression, slapping Kawuro's hand away and slowly standing up.
Kawuro simply smiled warmly with a hint of disappointment.
"You try to avoid personal contact of people even in touching. Why are you afraid?"
"Afraid! Who the hell do you think you are, Fifth Child? Get out of my face!"
Asuka scoffed and stomped off towards her room, fuming with anger.
I hate him…I hate everyone…I…can't…stand it anymore…
Tokyo 3, Japan
NERV Headquarters, Commander's Office
Ritsuko Akagi stood in front of the Commander, speaking in monotone. He nodded every few sentences.
"…So Unit 00's repair is almost complete. The other copies of Rei are in good condition, and Unit 02 is at 90 optimization."
Shinji smirked as he steeped his hands in front of his face.
"Indeed. That is splendid, Dr. Akagi."
Ritsuko shuddered at the perverse similarity between Shinji and the former commander. There had always been a slight physical similarity, but there had always been an emotional asymmetry. Now there was an eerie Gendo behind the desk, only younger and a bit more aloof, if only in a mocking way.
"That is all, Commander."
"Splendid, I would like a service from you, however, before you leave."
"And what is that, Commander?"
"Well, I've simply got this cut on my knee, it seems deep and its been odd the past few days, I fear it may be gangrenous."
Ritsuko shook her head and smile absentmindedly.
"Why don't you just go to the medical ward, Commander?"
Shinji smirked, staring coldly at Ritsuko.
"You are here, are you not, it would be convenient for both of us."
Ritsuko finally nodded in subservience and slowly stepped towards Shinji, walking past the desk as Shinji carefully exposed his left pant leg.
She stood a few inches from him, carefully peering at the cut on his leg.
It seemed quite inconsequential, and Ritsuko stifled a little chuckle, it was quite shallow.
"It'll be fine."
Shinji's voice rolled off his tongue, smooth and nefarious.
"Is it now?"
"Huh?"
Ritsuko let out a shuddering moan as she felt Shinji's smooth gloved hand slowly caress her thigh, but she quickly slapped it away and stepped back, flushing, her voice clearly startled and angry.
"W-What do you think you're doing!"
Shinji simply stood up to face her, he had been growing taller these days, Ritsuko noted, being deep into puberty.
He smirked and got closer to her, she could feel his warm breath on her face.
"I am quite aware of the service you gave my father, Dr. Akagi. It appears to have been quite…satisfactory…"
Akagi let out a gasp and stepped back another step.
Yet Shinji approached again, his breath tickling her neck.
"It would be quite convenient to continue this relationship, would it not, Ritsuko?"
Akagi shuddered as her back hit Shinji's desk. She could simply sidestep, but she stayed there with her behind against the desk, paralyzed as Shinji's smooth probing hands worked their way up her legs, caressing them thoroughly, his lips laying warm kisses upon her neck.
"No…uh…Shin…uh…"
Ritsuko Akagi finally succumbed completely to the feelings surging through her body, as she felt Shinji's hands fumbling with the buttons of her shirt.
The Day After
Tokyo 3, Japan
Tokyo 3 Public School
The classsat nervously in their desks, most of the students in the class were either nervous and silent, or chattering and hyper.
The boys were for the most part, quite nervous and silent, the new incarnation of Shinji Ikari in this new school year was vaguely menacing, his gaze alone could turn one's knees into jelly.
The girls for the most part felt the same sentiment about Shinji's gaze, except that their knees were shaky with teen longing. He had grown, not an enormous amount, but perceptively, he had a more mature, threatening look to him, and he looked quite smart and captivating in his dark clothes.
There were exceptions to these two conditions however.
Kensuke and Toji were quite worried about Shinji. They hadn't spoken to him for months, and he had simply brushed past them that morning, ignoring them with a cold look on his countenance. Kensuke was still trying to get him to respond to his computer message, and Toji seemed to be scowling.
Asuka and Class Representative Hikari were practically the only two girls in the class not swooning over Shinji. Asuka simply had a cold distant look on her face, and would shake her head in resentment whenever she heard the chattering of the other girls in the class about how chic Shinji looked.
Hikari was also quite disgruntled, by Shinji, by Asuka, but especially by the fact that she had already called for everybody to 'Stand! Bow!' and 'Sit down!', nearly ten minutes ago, yet the class's new teacher had not yet arrived.
Their former teacher, Mr. Kimura, had been thrown out after the discovery of a camera he had planted in the girl's locker room, and Hikari still shivered at the thought of the manic pervert staring at them all in their underwear.
Hikari groaned.
Where the hell is this Onizuka guy!
Tokyo 3, Japan
Tokyo 3 Public School Cafeteria
Mr. Eikichi Onizuka grinned as he stood in front of the cafeteria layout, different types of food lain everywhere, he was a tall, muscular young man, who some would inevitably label as a 'punk' or 'slacker', with strange bleached hair, and a cheap looking white suit with a colorful shirt.
He chuckled as he pushed his tray around, the lunch lady staring at him with an odd look on her face.
"Kickass, free food with the gig…It may look disgusting, but whatever…"
He peered at the food selections and his eyes widened in complete shock.
"Excellent! Curry and rice! With croquettes and coleslaw on the side! And they're crab crème croquettes! My favorite!"
He brought his face within inches of the entrees, peering at them as he raved.
The young lunch lady spoke uncomfortably, a few drops of sweat dripping on her brow.
"Uh…Sensei? Could you not put your face so close to the food? Hello?"
Onizuka's head jerked up lightning fast.
"Oh baby, that smells good! There are perks to this, after all! At least I don't have to worry about eating…"
The lunch ladies chuckled uncomfortably as Onizuka began serving himself extravagantly.
"Okay, I want an extra-big portion of that, not those little baby serving sizes they give you at the beef bowl stands!"
Onizuka seemed to be everywhere at once, quickly pointing at an old janitor eating in the corner as he continued to put food on his tray.
"Hey you, if you're not going to eat your croquettes, I'll take 'em! Be right there! Save 'em for me. Don't give 'em to anyone else!"
The janitor grumbled crankily, and continued to eat at a snail's pace.
Onizuka groaned and was about to accost the man a bit more when he noticed the desert area.
"Yes! Oh, man, my favorite period! Lunch period!"
Suddenly a hand grabbed Onizuka by the shoulder, jerking him back.
He turned around to stare at a well-dressed man, with a large vein throbbing in his forehead.
"Hey! What do you…Argh? The Principal? Hungry or something?"
"Well…yes, but that's not what I came here to talk to you about…You do realize this isn't lunch, even if that is your favorite period or not."
"Huh?"
"This is first period! Your class is waiting! Eikichi!"
The principal's lip shook with anger.
Onizuka chuckled and slapped the man on the back.
"Don't worry, I'll deal with them fine, I've got experience, they won't be able to stand up to the Great Teacher."
The principal calmed down and sighed.
"Yes, I suppose. Although let me warn you, this is a very special class. There are three Evangelion pilots within this class, as well as the Commander of NERV himself, their safety along with the rest of the students is quite essential."
The principal paused and looked at Onizuka out of the corner of his eye.
"Please don't do anything rash Onizuka, we've had enough trouble here being a high school in a practical war zone…We don't need more."
Eikichi grinned confidently, adjusting his already loose collar.
"Relax, relax. I can handle a few kids. Check it out."
Onizuka crossed his arms and squinted his eyes.
"Hey peeps, how's it going?"
Onizuka pulled out a cigarette and stuck it loosely in his lip.
"Yo. Homies!"
The principal fidgeted nervously as Onizuka stuck a can of soda in his mouth, precariously holding it there with an extremely comical simian face.
"Or even this! It's a class of retards, right?"
"Err…no."
"Don't even worry about it. Believe in me. I'm used to hanging with dim wits. Trust me, Mr. Principal. I know what I'm doing. They haven't met Mr. Onizuka, teacher."
The older man sighed as Onizuka walked off, but not before turning around and smiling.
"Besides, they're kids, right? Candy from babies, man. Just watch how Eikichi Onizuka, 22 years old, puts them in their place."
And with that, Mr. Eikichi Onizuka, otherwise known as GTO, Great Teacher Onizuka, stomped off towards his class, fifteen minutes late.
Tokyo 3, Japan
Tokyo 3 Public School
Class Representative Hikari and most of the class were startled from the door opening, startled out of their half-sleep stupor. Even the girls who had been chattering about how attractive Shinji was had gotten bored, and most of the class had drifted into the state of half-consciousness or half sleep.
Except, surprisingly (or perhaps not) Shinji Ikari. He seemed to be staring towards the front of the class as he had been since he had arrived in the morning, his hands steepled in front of his face, his glasses glimmering mysteriously from time to time. Although one could not truly be sure, his hands and glasses shielded his face from detailed view, he could simply be a sound sleeper.
Hikari stared at the aloof young man wearing shades as he walked in with a slight strut.
"Uh…Mr. Onizuka?"
Onizuka seemed to ignore Hikari for a moment, instead taking another puff from his cigarette, the smoke billowing around him.
He strutted around behind his desk confidentially, taking a spit on the ground, another puff, glancing at various students, his glances lingering a few seconds longer on the female students, and knocking a few errant papers off his desk.
He swaggered towards the blackboard and put out his cigarette on it, letting it drift to the floor. Then he swiftly grabbed a piece of chalk and began writing slowly, taking his time to spit casually in between letters.
When he was finally done, the board read, "GTO" in large expansive white chalk letters.
Hikari and the rest of the class stared in confusion.
"Huh?"
Rei continued staring out the window.
Asuka simply shook her head and scoffed.
Shinji seemed somewhat unfazed, although if one were to look closer, they would notice the wavering smirk behind his hands.
Eikichi Onizuka grinned, spinning around and addressing the class in a loud voice as he adjusted his sunglasses.
"What's happening, cats. I'm your new homeroom instructor, Great Teacher Onizuka. Good-2-no-u. All y'all cool? Don't mess."
Onizuka took out another cigarette as the class simply stared in confusion.
"Uh…sir, cigarettes aren't allowed in the classroom"
Hikari pointed out, breaking the silence.
Onizuka seemed suddenly quite uncomfortable, speaking in a quieter tone.
"They're not? Ah…er…sorry."
"Would you mind extinguishing it, sir? Here's an ashtray?"
"Oh…ah…yeah, excuse me."
Onizuka stared at the class, at the dormant faces of most of the kids. Toji simply had a gruff grin on his face, Hikari was looking at him with an uncomfortable smile, and a certain redhead's nose was wrinkled in disgust.
His eyes finally fell upon on a student, eerily quiet, staring straight at him from behind his hands, with odd glasses, white gloves, and a very foreboding quality about him.
Onizuka spoke quietly to himself, somewhat out of it.
"Something is definitely weird here…"
Hikari's kind but nervous voice broke his monologue.
"Sir. We're waiting for you to call roll."
"Huh? Oh sure. I'm sorry."
Onizuka proceeded to warily call the roll call, everyone apparently present, and then stood in silence.
"Uh, sir? Could you start soon? The period will be over soon…"
It was the authoritave voice of Hikari.
"Uh…yeah, what were you studying before?"
"Well, Second Impact."
The rest of the class nodded with a bored look on their faces.
Onizuka stared at them and then chuckled, breaking the tension.
"Well, Hikari, is it? The rest of the class doesn't seem too into getting back on that morbid track again, we can resume that tomorrow, I bet, anyway, like you said the class is almost over, besides I have a pretty cool story to tell you guys, one that I tell every class I'm with, it's really pretty spooky."
There were murmurs of pleasure and high-fives among the majority of the students as the previous curriculum had been quite monotonous and excruciating.
So, Onizuka began.
"A long time ago, one of the older bikers in the gang I was in told me this story. It was a scorching day, smack in the middle of the summer. I think it was out in Isezakicho over in Yokohama. There were rumors of this shop that made the best shumai dumplings you've ever had. But they were supposed to be made with human flesh."
A few nervous looks appeared on the girl's faces, the collective brows of the class becoming sweaty. Ikari and Ayanami of course, simply continued to stare off in space, while Asuka was looking at her feet.
Onizuka continued, twisting his face dramatically to make it look scary.
"Now, my friend was from the neighborhood but he'd been around, understood a bit of the world, and he didn't believe the rumors. He just wants some good shumai. So he buys nine and takes them home."
Onizuka took a flashlight out, from God knows where and put it on under his chin, making his face look slightly comically demonic.
"Now…this is…where things get strange. Walking down this dark, wet street, my friend suddenly feels uneasy, paranoid…lie someone's following him. He looks around and he doesn't see anyone. But that feeling just won't go away. He's being watched. He's almost sure of it."
Toji let out an audible gulp, eyes widened, like most of the other boys other than Shinji, who simply continued to stare off into space.
"Pulling it out of the bag, he lifts the lid slowly…"
Onizuka squinted his eyes threateningly.
"And one of the shumai…is missing. He's scared a little at first, but then he thinks about it and realizes that the shop owner must have just counter wrong. The shumai must have been missing from the start. He keeps walking, whistlin', skippin', but when he gets to the next corner he feels that urge come back and he opens the box again. Now, there are two missing."
The class collectively gasped.
"By now, my friend's really scared, so he starts running home. The close he gets to home, the calmer he feels. He figures he'll just check again. Like maybe he was hallucinating the whole thing. Now there are four missing altogether. Two had vanished at once! The poor guy screams! AAAAAAHH! He's scared out of his freaking mind. He peaks in the box again and not one shumai remains. They are all gone."
Onizuka's face grew even more intense as he continued.
"What's happening! Where'd they all go! What kind of evil force is doing this? His heart is beating so hard he can feel every pulse straight down to his feet! And that urge comes back, he needs to look again, he needs to face the ghosts that are haunting him. He tears open the box, to look one more time…and you know what he saw!"
The entire class sat at the edge of their seats, except for the three Children.
Onizuka's face slowly twisted back to normal and he smirked, continuing.
"He saw nine shumai, all stuck to the lid. As he had been walking they had bumped around in the box and stuck to the underside of the lid."
The class stood silent for a few minutes as Onizuka peered around for dramatic effect and then broke into random chattering.
"What kind of story was that! That's dumb!"
"It was cool 'til the end!"
"Can we hear another?"
"Sorry, that's class for today, not bad for the first day, huh?"
"Awwww…"
The class descended into hushed chatter as they waited for the bell of dismissal to ring, the girls chattering about the weird new teacher, and then falling back on the familiar topic of Shinji, while the boys looked aloof and chuckled with Onizuka.
Asuka was talking to Hikari loudly in disgust.
"Who does this idiot think he is? He's like a wannabe…Kaji…"
Asuka's eyes watered at this accidental reference and Hikari put a warm hand on her shoulder, rubbing it.
Rei Ayanami was not peering out the winder for once, instead, staring intently at her Commander.
Meanwhile, Commander Shinji Ikari stayed in the exact same posture he had been sitting in, except now there was a small, curled smirk dancing on his face as he peered, coldly amused, at the new teacher.
Well, that was the 12th chapter, as you can see there's some crossover here for you guys, and you'll know it if you're GTO fans…That new teacher is of course, GTO himself, and some of you may recognize his famous "Dumpling Ghost Story". :)
Well, this is going smoothly…as for the next chapter…There will be more crossover, some death, some death, and some more death.:)
Here's a preview:
Detective Conan Edigawa stared through the murky window, hefting himself up as high as he could through the window he could see the apartment. It was sparse and empty, there was little furniture and there weren't many other items, a few panties strewn on the ground, and one apparent occupant. A young blue haired apparently teenage girl, sleeping on the couch. She was apparently fully naked, but there was a blanket on her from the belly button down.
Conan blushed and averted his eyes at the sight of the girl's chest.
Dammit…I'm supposed to be seven years old but I've still got the soul and the mind of a 15 year old boy…this could be difficult.
Well, that's it…see you next time…ehehhe…
