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Fourth Impact Chapter 20: Courtesy In Japan
"So," Takoru drawled. "How goes the plan to get your brother and Misa-chan together?" Lilliko shrugged, glaring at the ground in front of her.
"My brother has managed to completely mess up every single opportunity that we give him." She told him. "And Misa-chan seems to think that it's fun to spite us."
Takoru smiled. "Maybe if we get them when they're asleep, strip them naked and lock them in a closet somewhere." He suggested. Lilliko continued to brood.
"That might be the only way."
Dai-syo, 16-year-old Chinese street-child and Second of Lillith's Chosen, stood nervously on the sidewalk listening to the wind. She had said to meet him in Kyoto, and so here he was, in Kyoto, without a clue where she was. He didn't have a clue where he was either. He kept getting a chill down his spine, as if she was gong to creep up behind him and scream in his ear. Americans like her were just liable to do that. He closed his eyes and listened, waiting for that telltale ripple that marked Lillith's Chosen. There it was. Behind him. Creeping up on him.
He spun around. It wasn't her. It was a boy, eastern European by the look of him. "And who might you be?" the boy asked in English.
"Dai-syo." He replied shortly.
"No surname?" the boy asked cheerily.
"None that I'm giving you." Dai-syo replied, stepping back to examine the boy. The boy was about his age, medium height, fair skin and hair. His eyes were black, like all of Lillith's Chosen.
"My name is Karles Sudermann." The boy said urbanely. "Sixth."
Instead of giving his own number, Dai-syo raised an eyebrow. "Why are you giving me all this information?"
"Because I trust you. You are one of Lillith's Chosen, after all."
Dai-syo turned. "That means nothing until I get to Tokyo 4."
"It meant something out in the desert." Karles replied. Dai-syo spun around, but the boy was gone.
"Hey! Dai-syo!" He turned again to see Samantha running towards him, heedless of the traffic. She landed on the sidewalk and looked him over. "You look shaken. Did you miss me?"
Lillith's Second Chosen didn't reply.
"Fine." Samantha pouted. "Be like that." She brightened. "Come on, I found this great ramen place down the street." She grabbed his arm.
"I prefer lo mein." Dai-syo told her. He didn't feel like eating.
"And I'd prefer to have someone to talk to." She began to walk off. Caught by her enthusiasm, and her vice-like grip, Dai-syo followed.
The place they entered was a small but elegant restaurant crammed into a street corner. Samantha ordered the biggest thing she could pronounce, while Dai-syo merely rolled his eyes and ordered some tea.
"So, how do you like Kyoto?" Samantha asked, her mouth full of noodles. He stared at her.
"Do you have to talk every single waking moment?" he asked her. She nodded, sucking the noodles in.
"I talk in my sleep too." She took another large and, in his view, terribly uncouth slurp of her noodles and began to chatter about what she'd done since arriving in Japan.
".but they said that the central generators still weren't working, so I had to cross by foot to-" he held up a hand to silence her.
"If you're going to eat and talk at the same time," he said, "then you ought to do it properly, at least here in Asia." She cocked her head at him, silent for once.
He got up and moved over to her side of the table, sitting down and picking up her chopsticks.
By the time she had finished, he had taught her to at least appear civilized when eating and talking. She would still be a crude American, but at least now she wouldn't offend as much when blabbing and stuffing her face simultaneously.
He still ended up rolling his eyes a lot.
He suddenly noticed that she had caught his hand at some point. "Samantha?" he asked, pointing at the offending member. She just smiled.
"I'm short one boyfriend." She told him. "My last one ran off screaming when he'd found out that I was one of the Chosen."
He raised an eloquent eyebrow. "I would have thought it was from your atrocious manners."
She chuckled. "Hey, I might be rude by your uptight eastern standards, but over in America I'm the politest thing in the country."
He sighed dramatically. "I'd hate to see the rest of your countrymen, then." He glanced out the window. "Has it really been a month since the First died?"
She nodded. "It's been a month and three days. It's been a month, two weeks and four days since the Fourth died mysteriously. A month, three weeks, and a day since the Ninth died."
He frowned. "Why did we only feel the death of the First that strongly? I barely felt the Fourth and the Ninth go."
She shrugged. "I don't know. I never met the two."
"Do you." he paused. "Do you think we should attack together? Maybe then we will have a better chance."
She thought for a moment, her lips moving unconsciously. "Perhaps that would be best." She nodded. "Yes, let's wait a while, then let's go. Perhaps by then we'll have a plan."
He noticed once again that she was holding his hand, and rather possessively at that. "So," he said slowly, drawing his eyes off her long, elegant fingers, "what's this about our parents?"
He blinked. She nodded again. "So that's why they burned it down." He mused.
"Of course." She replied. "Can't have a child of NERV running loose with a blade-shaped AT field."
"So much makes sense now." he got up. "Where are you staying?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I just got here. I was hoping that I could stay with you." his eyes grew wide.
"But-" she put a finger to his lips. "I could make it worth your while." She told him sultrily. He paused. They were both sixteen, they were old enough. He had lived long enough on the street to think himself responsible enough to handle it. She probably had too. But the idea still repulsed him for some reason.
"You can't just sell your body like this." He told her. She shrugged.
"My mother sold her mind and my father his soul to NERV. Selling my body isn't nearly as bad." He shook his head.
"No. I'll get us a room with two beds." He got to his feet, refusing to listen to her protests. Then he suddenly turned around to face her. "And if you start talking to me in your sleep, I'm kicking you out." She nodded, a look of false contrition on her face. He tried to glare at her, but her pose was so obviously fake that he couldn't help but smile.
"Come on, then." He said, offering his hand to her. "It will take a while to find a room for us in a city this big."
"Takoru!" Takoru deftly caught the ball and began to dribble down the field, weaving through the defense and making his way toward the goal. Two defenders encircled him and he passed the ball to a teammate, then dashed down the field to get in position. Sure enough, the ball flew back to him and he smashed it past the goalie into the goal. The whistle blew, marking the end of the game.
He changed out of his soccer uniform, chatting quietly with his friends. The happy atmosphere dissipated, however, when they went outside and were met by Lilliko.
"Great game." She said, oblivious to the glares Takoru's teammates were giving her. "Say, do you have some time? I've got a great idea of how to slip the noose around my twin's neck."
Takoru mouthed an apology to his teammates and nodded to Lilliko. "Why don't you come over to my house? I know that my siblings will be delighted to see you."
"Lilliko-san!" Takoru's younger sister bounced down the stairs and flew into Lilliko's arms.
"Good to see you too, Ami-chan." Lilliko picked up the four-year-old and placed her on the edge of the table. "I have to go plot mischief with your brother, but I promise to play with you later if you behave."
Amika nodded enthusiastically, sliding off the table and running off to tell her mother who had come over.
"So?" asked Takoru, "you want to come upstairs?"
She grinned at him. "And wade through that giant blender-explosion you call a room? Why, certainly."
They went up to his room. Takoru kicked some of his mess out of the way and they made their way to the windowsill, on which lay all of their top-secret plans for catching Misato and Adamu. Takoru's huge wolf-dog Esca promptly padded over to Lilliko, placed his head in her lap, and fell asleep.
"So, how about that thing I suggested yesterday?" he asked. She smiled cruelly.
"You mean the one where we lock them in a closet naked?" she flashed devious eyes at him, then shook her head regretfully. "I could get Adamu easily enough, but I'm not sure about Misato."
Takoru frowned. "I guess you're right." He sighed. "And it sounded so good too. It's just as well, though." He said. "Misato would have killed Adamu for being such a pervert, then tore through the door and killed us for the same crime."
"And Adamu wouldn't have reacted anyway." Lilliko added. "He has the organs and all but his brain seems to lack a few switches."
AN: More pointlessness. More random stupidity. One question answered, at least one more posed. Good news, however. I now have an incredibly vague idea of where this is going. Incredibly vague. That's all the news I'm giving you. Byes.
Fourth Impact Chapter 20: Courtesy In Japan
"So," Takoru drawled. "How goes the plan to get your brother and Misa-chan together?" Lilliko shrugged, glaring at the ground in front of her.
"My brother has managed to completely mess up every single opportunity that we give him." She told him. "And Misa-chan seems to think that it's fun to spite us."
Takoru smiled. "Maybe if we get them when they're asleep, strip them naked and lock them in a closet somewhere." He suggested. Lilliko continued to brood.
"That might be the only way."
Dai-syo, 16-year-old Chinese street-child and Second of Lillith's Chosen, stood nervously on the sidewalk listening to the wind. She had said to meet him in Kyoto, and so here he was, in Kyoto, without a clue where she was. He didn't have a clue where he was either. He kept getting a chill down his spine, as if she was gong to creep up behind him and scream in his ear. Americans like her were just liable to do that. He closed his eyes and listened, waiting for that telltale ripple that marked Lillith's Chosen. There it was. Behind him. Creeping up on him.
He spun around. It wasn't her. It was a boy, eastern European by the look of him. "And who might you be?" the boy asked in English.
"Dai-syo." He replied shortly.
"No surname?" the boy asked cheerily.
"None that I'm giving you." Dai-syo replied, stepping back to examine the boy. The boy was about his age, medium height, fair skin and hair. His eyes were black, like all of Lillith's Chosen.
"My name is Karles Sudermann." The boy said urbanely. "Sixth."
Instead of giving his own number, Dai-syo raised an eyebrow. "Why are you giving me all this information?"
"Because I trust you. You are one of Lillith's Chosen, after all."
Dai-syo turned. "That means nothing until I get to Tokyo 4."
"It meant something out in the desert." Karles replied. Dai-syo spun around, but the boy was gone.
"Hey! Dai-syo!" He turned again to see Samantha running towards him, heedless of the traffic. She landed on the sidewalk and looked him over. "You look shaken. Did you miss me?"
Lillith's Second Chosen didn't reply.
"Fine." Samantha pouted. "Be like that." She brightened. "Come on, I found this great ramen place down the street." She grabbed his arm.
"I prefer lo mein." Dai-syo told her. He didn't feel like eating.
"And I'd prefer to have someone to talk to." She began to walk off. Caught by her enthusiasm, and her vice-like grip, Dai-syo followed.
The place they entered was a small but elegant restaurant crammed into a street corner. Samantha ordered the biggest thing she could pronounce, while Dai-syo merely rolled his eyes and ordered some tea.
"So, how do you like Kyoto?" Samantha asked, her mouth full of noodles. He stared at her.
"Do you have to talk every single waking moment?" he asked her. She nodded, sucking the noodles in.
"I talk in my sleep too." She took another large and, in his view, terribly uncouth slurp of her noodles and began to chatter about what she'd done since arriving in Japan.
".but they said that the central generators still weren't working, so I had to cross by foot to-" he held up a hand to silence her.
"If you're going to eat and talk at the same time," he said, "then you ought to do it properly, at least here in Asia." She cocked her head at him, silent for once.
He got up and moved over to her side of the table, sitting down and picking up her chopsticks.
By the time she had finished, he had taught her to at least appear civilized when eating and talking. She would still be a crude American, but at least now she wouldn't offend as much when blabbing and stuffing her face simultaneously.
He still ended up rolling his eyes a lot.
He suddenly noticed that she had caught his hand at some point. "Samantha?" he asked, pointing at the offending member. She just smiled.
"I'm short one boyfriend." She told him. "My last one ran off screaming when he'd found out that I was one of the Chosen."
He raised an eloquent eyebrow. "I would have thought it was from your atrocious manners."
She chuckled. "Hey, I might be rude by your uptight eastern standards, but over in America I'm the politest thing in the country."
He sighed dramatically. "I'd hate to see the rest of your countrymen, then." He glanced out the window. "Has it really been a month since the First died?"
She nodded. "It's been a month and three days. It's been a month, two weeks and four days since the Fourth died mysteriously. A month, three weeks, and a day since the Ninth died."
He frowned. "Why did we only feel the death of the First that strongly? I barely felt the Fourth and the Ninth go."
She shrugged. "I don't know. I never met the two."
"Do you." he paused. "Do you think we should attack together? Maybe then we will have a better chance."
She thought for a moment, her lips moving unconsciously. "Perhaps that would be best." She nodded. "Yes, let's wait a while, then let's go. Perhaps by then we'll have a plan."
He noticed once again that she was holding his hand, and rather possessively at that. "So," he said slowly, drawing his eyes off her long, elegant fingers, "what's this about our parents?"
He blinked. She nodded again. "So that's why they burned it down." He mused.
"Of course." She replied. "Can't have a child of NERV running loose with a blade-shaped AT field."
"So much makes sense now." he got up. "Where are you staying?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I just got here. I was hoping that I could stay with you." his eyes grew wide.
"But-" she put a finger to his lips. "I could make it worth your while." She told him sultrily. He paused. They were both sixteen, they were old enough. He had lived long enough on the street to think himself responsible enough to handle it. She probably had too. But the idea still repulsed him for some reason.
"You can't just sell your body like this." He told her. She shrugged.
"My mother sold her mind and my father his soul to NERV. Selling my body isn't nearly as bad." He shook his head.
"No. I'll get us a room with two beds." He got to his feet, refusing to listen to her protests. Then he suddenly turned around to face her. "And if you start talking to me in your sleep, I'm kicking you out." She nodded, a look of false contrition on her face. He tried to glare at her, but her pose was so obviously fake that he couldn't help but smile.
"Come on, then." He said, offering his hand to her. "It will take a while to find a room for us in a city this big."
"Takoru!" Takoru deftly caught the ball and began to dribble down the field, weaving through the defense and making his way toward the goal. Two defenders encircled him and he passed the ball to a teammate, then dashed down the field to get in position. Sure enough, the ball flew back to him and he smashed it past the goalie into the goal. The whistle blew, marking the end of the game.
He changed out of his soccer uniform, chatting quietly with his friends. The happy atmosphere dissipated, however, when they went outside and were met by Lilliko.
"Great game." She said, oblivious to the glares Takoru's teammates were giving her. "Say, do you have some time? I've got a great idea of how to slip the noose around my twin's neck."
Takoru mouthed an apology to his teammates and nodded to Lilliko. "Why don't you come over to my house? I know that my siblings will be delighted to see you."
"Lilliko-san!" Takoru's younger sister bounced down the stairs and flew into Lilliko's arms.
"Good to see you too, Ami-chan." Lilliko picked up the four-year-old and placed her on the edge of the table. "I have to go plot mischief with your brother, but I promise to play with you later if you behave."
Amika nodded enthusiastically, sliding off the table and running off to tell her mother who had come over.
"So?" asked Takoru, "you want to come upstairs?"
She grinned at him. "And wade through that giant blender-explosion you call a room? Why, certainly."
They went up to his room. Takoru kicked some of his mess out of the way and they made their way to the windowsill, on which lay all of their top-secret plans for catching Misato and Adamu. Takoru's huge wolf-dog Esca promptly padded over to Lilliko, placed his head in her lap, and fell asleep.
"So, how about that thing I suggested yesterday?" he asked. She smiled cruelly.
"You mean the one where we lock them in a closet naked?" she flashed devious eyes at him, then shook her head regretfully. "I could get Adamu easily enough, but I'm not sure about Misato."
Takoru frowned. "I guess you're right." He sighed. "And it sounded so good too. It's just as well, though." He said. "Misato would have killed Adamu for being such a pervert, then tore through the door and killed us for the same crime."
"And Adamu wouldn't have reacted anyway." Lilliko added. "He has the organs and all but his brain seems to lack a few switches."
AN: More pointlessness. More random stupidity. One question answered, at least one more posed. Good news, however. I now have an incredibly vague idea of where this is going. Incredibly vague. That's all the news I'm giving you. Byes.