A Song for Valkyrie
A/N & Disclaimer: Okay, this fic is AU, and some people can get OOC at times. Yada yada yada, I don't own anything except my original characters - meaning CJ and her creepy family. Oh, yeah, and the Gear CJ uses is supposed look like EVA 03 from Evangelion, with silver markings instead of white. Damn, I love Eva. Oh, and I FINALLY freaking fixed the paragraph problem after four tries.
Chapter One: Prelude CJ Strikes!
Jessiah Black was absolutely plastered, as usual. He and his allies from the war with Deus were in an upscale bar in the large city of Zeltennia, drinking the one-year anniversary of their victory. Billy Lee Black, the eldest child of Jessiah, was calmly drinking tea and eating sushi when his father began picking a fight with a stranger.
"What're you lookin' at, punk!?" he demanded, his words slurred.
"Dear God, not again," Billy mumbled. Sigurd Harcourt nodded, sharing his sentiments.
Bartholomew Fatima watched with interest, finally standing up to aid Jessie. A little tipsy himself, he stumbled over to the older man's side and sized up their opposition.
After several minutes of hurling insults, Jessie threw the first punch, landing it in the other man's stomach. His enemy was about to retaliate when a booming voice interrupted them.
"GodDAMN it, Ruka! How many freakin' times do I hafta tell you to quit gettin' drunk and gettin' into fights?!" a girl of no more than seventeen shouted. "You're such an idiot! Come on, we're going home!"
"I'm not drunk!" the young man, only about twenty himself, slurred. He'd stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of her voice.
"The HELL you aren't!" was her furious reply. "Leave those people alone and get over here!"
"Yikes," Elhaym Van Houten murmured. Rico Banderas nodded in agreement.
"Ah, CJ! I was only -" he began, but the girl known as CJ cut him off.
"I don't want to hear it! Christ, I'm your sister, not your baby-sitter! I can't watch out for you and work at the same time!"
"Give me one good reason why I should let these people talk trash about me."
The girl, a little less than five feet tall, stormed over to him. He backed away, falling over a chair and landing on the floor. "Because I'm telling you to come home and I'll pummel you if you don't," she growled in a low, angry voice, shoving her face in his. She stood and turned to Jessie and the others. "I'm sorry for any inconvenience this IDIOT may have caused you," she said sweetly, kicking her brother at the word "idiot," the only word in which she said with an enraged tone.
"That's okay, my father was the one that started the fight," Billy said in reply. "He gets aggressive when he's drunk."
"All my brothers do, too," she laughed, running a hand through her short, boyish hair, which was the color of fresh snow. "I'm the only one in the family with sense enough to stay away from booze," she growled, glaring at her older brother, who was still on the floor. "Anyway, let's go, Ruka!" She grabbed him by the ear and yanked him to his feet. She dragged him through the bar and out the door, cussing all the way.
"That was scary ..." Fei Fong Wong mumbled.
"That guy must've been six and a half feet tall!" Elly exclaimed. "Why was he afraid of someone as short as her?"
"She's scary, that's why," Fei answered.
"I could've taken him," Jessie grumbled.
"That girl must have been an albino," Citan Uzuki observed. "Her eyes were blood-red."
"Yeah, creepy," Maria Balthasar agreed.
"What a rude girl," Emeralda Kasim put in quietly.
Suddenly there was a large crash. Half of the north wall of the bar caved in, revealing the foot of a Gear. "What the -?" Billy demanded, knowing that the Gears had ceased functioning after the battle with Deus. "That's impossible!"
"Shut up and MOVE!" Jessie exclaimed, grabbing his son's arm and pulling him out the door.
The small group watched helplessly as the Gear rampaged through the city, destroying buildings and shooting civilians. Just when all hope seemed lost, another Gear appeared.
It was tall and slender, with an oddly shaped head and unusually long arms. It was pitch black, save for metallic silver markings on its throat, arms and legs. "I'll give you one chance to surrender," a familiar voice offered.
"It's that chick!" Bart said incredulously. "The scary one!"
"Fei's Kim, Fei's Kim, I'm scared!" Emeralda whimpered, holding onto Fei's arm. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder, watching in awe.
The enemy Gear lunged forward, throwing a punch at CJ's Gear. She grabbed its fist. "You guys just don't know when to quit, do you?" she laughed, ripping its arm off and throwing it outside the city limits. "Get the hell outta my town!" She then gripped its head with both arms, pivoted on her heel, and threw it as far as she could.
"Whoa," Elly remarked, Bart and Fei nodding in agreement. The Gear knelt and the albino girl jumped out of the cockpit.
"Miss Schreient! You've saved us again!" an elderly man exclaimed, running up to shake her hand.
"Thank you so much!"
"Yes, bless you!"
CJ scratched the back of her head and laughed, blushing a little. She obviously didn't know how to react to the attention.
"Schreient ..." Citan murmured, tapping his index finger on his left cheekbone. "That sounds familiar ..."
"Well, no duh, there was a Schreient in Jugend, idiot!" the drunk Jessie growled. "That's gotta be his kid!"
"Um, wait a minute ..." Sigurd began, but gave up and sighed as his old friend dashed off to the girl's side.
"Hey! What's your dad's name?!" he demanded loudly, pushing his way up to her. She merely stared at him for a moment, blinked, and then turned to resume a conversation with a nearby adult. "He~~ey! Don't ignore me! I asked you a question!"
"And you asked it rudely, too," she snapped, frowning at him. "I only answer questions if they are asked politely."
"Who the hell are you to talk about polite?! You were yelling at your -" Jessie began, but noticed she was talking to someone else already.
"For God's sake, Father, let me handle this," Billy sighed, walking up beside Jessie. "Excuse me?"
CJ turned and smiled sweetly. "Yes, cutie?"
Billy rolled his eyes and continued. "My father would like to know the name of yours."
"That's your dad? A drunk old rube like him?" she demanded, wide-eyed.
"Hey!"
"Sadly, yes," Billy replied. "So what is your father's name?"
"Gustav. Why?"
"I knew it!" Billy's father shouted, pointing at CJ.
"I knew you were Gustav's kid! You act just like him!"
"Is that so?" she mumbled.
"How is the old bastard? Still sellin' Gear parts?"
"Actually, he's dead," she replied matter-of-factly. "He kicked the bucket when I was a little kid."
"Oh," was Jessie's embarrassed reply.
"My God, Jessiah, you're raising such a ruckus!" Sigurd scolded as he and Citan rushed up.
"I was sure she was Gustav's kid!" Jessie announced.
"Ah, I truly am a man of many talents."
Billy and CJ rolled their eyes in unision. CJ put her hands in the pockets of her baggy tan cargo pants and looked at the three men. "How do you know my dad?"
"We attended Jugend with him. He was our senior by a few years," Citan explained.
"CJ, when's dinner?" a young man with bleached-blonde hair asked from the small crowd.
"Whenever you cook it!" she snapped. "I haven't cooked for you a day in my life, and I ain't startin' now!"
"Okay ..." he sighed as he walked off.
"Who was that?" Sigurd inquired.
"Another one of my big brothers. I have four of 'em."
"Um, now to the important question ... why does your Gear work?" Billy asked politely.
She looked at her Gear, then turned back to Billy, confusion written across her face. "'Cause it has fuel in it. What are you, stupid?"
Ignoring her comment, he continued. "Our Gears stopped working after Deus was killed. So did most others, but not yours or the one that just attacked."
"Really? Well, your Gears must just suck." She turned and left, leaving a bewildered Billy behind.
A/N & Disclaimer: Okay, this fic is AU, and some people can get OOC at times. Yada yada yada, I don't own anything except my original characters - meaning CJ and her creepy family. Oh, yeah, and the Gear CJ uses is supposed look like EVA 03 from Evangelion, with silver markings instead of white. Damn, I love Eva. Oh, and I FINALLY freaking fixed the paragraph problem after four tries.
Chapter One: Prelude CJ Strikes!
Jessiah Black was absolutely plastered, as usual. He and his allies from the war with Deus were in an upscale bar in the large city of Zeltennia, drinking the one-year anniversary of their victory. Billy Lee Black, the eldest child of Jessiah, was calmly drinking tea and eating sushi when his father began picking a fight with a stranger.
"What're you lookin' at, punk!?" he demanded, his words slurred.
"Dear God, not again," Billy mumbled. Sigurd Harcourt nodded, sharing his sentiments.
Bartholomew Fatima watched with interest, finally standing up to aid Jessie. A little tipsy himself, he stumbled over to the older man's side and sized up their opposition.
After several minutes of hurling insults, Jessie threw the first punch, landing it in the other man's stomach. His enemy was about to retaliate when a booming voice interrupted them.
"GodDAMN it, Ruka! How many freakin' times do I hafta tell you to quit gettin' drunk and gettin' into fights?!" a girl of no more than seventeen shouted. "You're such an idiot! Come on, we're going home!"
"I'm not drunk!" the young man, only about twenty himself, slurred. He'd stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of her voice.
"The HELL you aren't!" was her furious reply. "Leave those people alone and get over here!"
"Yikes," Elhaym Van Houten murmured. Rico Banderas nodded in agreement.
"Ah, CJ! I was only -" he began, but the girl known as CJ cut him off.
"I don't want to hear it! Christ, I'm your sister, not your baby-sitter! I can't watch out for you and work at the same time!"
"Give me one good reason why I should let these people talk trash about me."
The girl, a little less than five feet tall, stormed over to him. He backed away, falling over a chair and landing on the floor. "Because I'm telling you to come home and I'll pummel you if you don't," she growled in a low, angry voice, shoving her face in his. She stood and turned to Jessie and the others. "I'm sorry for any inconvenience this IDIOT may have caused you," she said sweetly, kicking her brother at the word "idiot," the only word in which she said with an enraged tone.
"That's okay, my father was the one that started the fight," Billy said in reply. "He gets aggressive when he's drunk."
"All my brothers do, too," she laughed, running a hand through her short, boyish hair, which was the color of fresh snow. "I'm the only one in the family with sense enough to stay away from booze," she growled, glaring at her older brother, who was still on the floor. "Anyway, let's go, Ruka!" She grabbed him by the ear and yanked him to his feet. She dragged him through the bar and out the door, cussing all the way.
"That was scary ..." Fei Fong Wong mumbled.
"That guy must've been six and a half feet tall!" Elly exclaimed. "Why was he afraid of someone as short as her?"
"She's scary, that's why," Fei answered.
"I could've taken him," Jessie grumbled.
"That girl must have been an albino," Citan Uzuki observed. "Her eyes were blood-red."
"Yeah, creepy," Maria Balthasar agreed.
"What a rude girl," Emeralda Kasim put in quietly.
Suddenly there was a large crash. Half of the north wall of the bar caved in, revealing the foot of a Gear. "What the -?" Billy demanded, knowing that the Gears had ceased functioning after the battle with Deus. "That's impossible!"
"Shut up and MOVE!" Jessie exclaimed, grabbing his son's arm and pulling him out the door.
The small group watched helplessly as the Gear rampaged through the city, destroying buildings and shooting civilians. Just when all hope seemed lost, another Gear appeared.
It was tall and slender, with an oddly shaped head and unusually long arms. It was pitch black, save for metallic silver markings on its throat, arms and legs. "I'll give you one chance to surrender," a familiar voice offered.
"It's that chick!" Bart said incredulously. "The scary one!"
"Fei's Kim, Fei's Kim, I'm scared!" Emeralda whimpered, holding onto Fei's arm. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder, watching in awe.
The enemy Gear lunged forward, throwing a punch at CJ's Gear. She grabbed its fist. "You guys just don't know when to quit, do you?" she laughed, ripping its arm off and throwing it outside the city limits. "Get the hell outta my town!" She then gripped its head with both arms, pivoted on her heel, and threw it as far as she could.
"Whoa," Elly remarked, Bart and Fei nodding in agreement. The Gear knelt and the albino girl jumped out of the cockpit.
"Miss Schreient! You've saved us again!" an elderly man exclaimed, running up to shake her hand.
"Thank you so much!"
"Yes, bless you!"
CJ scratched the back of her head and laughed, blushing a little. She obviously didn't know how to react to the attention.
"Schreient ..." Citan murmured, tapping his index finger on his left cheekbone. "That sounds familiar ..."
"Well, no duh, there was a Schreient in Jugend, idiot!" the drunk Jessie growled. "That's gotta be his kid!"
"Um, wait a minute ..." Sigurd began, but gave up and sighed as his old friend dashed off to the girl's side.
"Hey! What's your dad's name?!" he demanded loudly, pushing his way up to her. She merely stared at him for a moment, blinked, and then turned to resume a conversation with a nearby adult. "He~~ey! Don't ignore me! I asked you a question!"
"And you asked it rudely, too," she snapped, frowning at him. "I only answer questions if they are asked politely."
"Who the hell are you to talk about polite?! You were yelling at your -" Jessie began, but noticed she was talking to someone else already.
"For God's sake, Father, let me handle this," Billy sighed, walking up beside Jessie. "Excuse me?"
CJ turned and smiled sweetly. "Yes, cutie?"
Billy rolled his eyes and continued. "My father would like to know the name of yours."
"That's your dad? A drunk old rube like him?" she demanded, wide-eyed.
"Hey!"
"Sadly, yes," Billy replied. "So what is your father's name?"
"Gustav. Why?"
"I knew it!" Billy's father shouted, pointing at CJ.
"I knew you were Gustav's kid! You act just like him!"
"Is that so?" she mumbled.
"How is the old bastard? Still sellin' Gear parts?"
"Actually, he's dead," she replied matter-of-factly. "He kicked the bucket when I was a little kid."
"Oh," was Jessie's embarrassed reply.
"My God, Jessiah, you're raising such a ruckus!" Sigurd scolded as he and Citan rushed up.
"I was sure she was Gustav's kid!" Jessie announced.
"Ah, I truly am a man of many talents."
Billy and CJ rolled their eyes in unision. CJ put her hands in the pockets of her baggy tan cargo pants and looked at the three men. "How do you know my dad?"
"We attended Jugend with him. He was our senior by a few years," Citan explained.
"CJ, when's dinner?" a young man with bleached-blonde hair asked from the small crowd.
"Whenever you cook it!" she snapped. "I haven't cooked for you a day in my life, and I ain't startin' now!"
"Okay ..." he sighed as he walked off.
"Who was that?" Sigurd inquired.
"Another one of my big brothers. I have four of 'em."
"Um, now to the important question ... why does your Gear work?" Billy asked politely.
She looked at her Gear, then turned back to Billy, confusion written across her face. "'Cause it has fuel in it. What are you, stupid?"
Ignoring her comment, he continued. "Our Gears stopped working after Deus was killed. So did most others, but not yours or the one that just attacked."
"Really? Well, your Gears must just suck." She turned and left, leaving a bewildered Billy behind.