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Everything's painted in sepia colours in this office. Must be the cigarette
smoke, staining the once-white walls. Not that I smoke any more, of course.
Those things'll kill you.
The window has a great view of this dirty little town. The snow falls, but that
can't even cover the filth. This town... She's a bitch, but I love her. That's
why I'm still here. Can't let go. Maybe if I clean up these dirty streets she'll
go straight, but it's doubtful. Still, there's hope. There's always hope. Otherwise,
why bother?
Captain Kaworu stared out that window, casting his gaze over the people below
him when the call came. He picked up the old phone (it had been here since even
before he'd inherited the office), and after a few moments murmured conversation,
slammed it back into its cradle. He sat back and glared at the ceiling like
it had personally called his mother a fat, stupid whore, and slammed his feet
onto the desk. Another day, another job...
The plastic window on his door clattered, a hand wearing more gold than could
possibly be considered tasteful knocked urgently. "Captain Kaworu sah,
dere's bin a murda! Captain Kaworu sah! Dey killed da mayor stone-cold dead!"
The door flew open and Captain Kaworu, officer of the Law strode purposefully
out, ignoring the figure beside him. The man began to protest but a single look
from Kaworu's steely, shiny, massive and oh-so-kawaii eyes silence him,
and Kaworu walked off out of the building.
They called. Said that -BOTSCHAFTER- were finally on the move. Been so long,
I almost forgot she existed. Hid herself out of the public eye, I guess. After
so long, I wonder if she's still after the same thing. Of course she is. That
thing, everyone who knows about it desires it above all else. She said she'd
never rest until she holds it. Christine, and that damned Belldandy Keychain.
A legend searching for a myth, it was too romantic to be true. She'll have to
be stopped, and the only person who can clean up this mess is me, Kaworu Nagisa,
protector of justice, true friendships and wuv.
The car's engine roared into life, and Kaworu began his drive to Tokyo-3. If
anything was going to happen, it'd happen there. It always happened there.
Sunny Tokyo-3, California. Devastated for the most part, ever since the last secret actions of the even-more-secret organisation -BOTSCHAFTER-, who secretly controlled both SEELE and NERV and countless other secret puppet organisations with Germanic names in capital letters. It was all very, very secret. Kaworu parked his car at the side of the road beside the signpost that marked that this wasteland used to be a city. He'd walk in through the ruins. It'd be a little more surreptitious that way. It'd been so long. Too long. He wondered if Shinji was still around, and what he'd say if he saw that Kaworu was still alive. Yeah, like a little decapitation would kill him.
The Belldandy Keychain. The throne of the soul's little chain that flushes away the excrement known as pain and suffering when you pull it down, so to speak. It was hidden here, he knew it, and Christine must know it. Maybe in Lilith's egg, the Geofront. Only one person knew, and that person was the one that had hidden it there, that boy who could do no wrong, who could pilot an Eva with a 500% synch rate and not be dissolved. The one whom girls swooned over. The boy who could save the world or destroy it, if given the chance. That boy.
The Self-Insert.
The story had been set in motion, the mechanics of the plot turning, and not even the black thread of Fate tangling in the cogs could stop it. The relentless march of the plot could not be stopped by anything. Nobody could change that. The only chance was that summoning such a being as the Self-Insert could perhaps throw the plot's -plausibility level- enough to cause a different, but no less inevitable end. There was only one way to bring him to Tokyo-3, and such a way brought with it a hefty price. It would be a Tesco Value bargain compared to the end in store should Christine get her hands on that Keychain.
Kaworu's path forced him to clamber up hill caused by a huge skyscraper that had fallen. As he climbed, he began to see what he knew he would dread: A huge crucifix explosion was unfolding. -BOTSCHAFTER-'s plan had already been put into motion, and it was now a race against time to steal away Christine's prize before she claimed it.
