Well, mixed reviews about Chapter One…But it's not like I didn't see that type of thing coming when I was endeavoring to write something as odd as this…Does anyone know who Andre Young is?
Here we go.
Disclaimer:
I don't own the characters, real people, lyrics, whatever in this story, I really don't own anything, I don't even know why people put these disclaimers in, this is a bloody fanfic for godsakes.
Unknown Location
SEELE Committee
Gendo Ikari smiled a calm, collected smile as the light glinted off his glasses. A group of dark obelisks surrounded him, looming over him ominously, but he seemed unaffected.
"What is the problem?"
A voice came from one of the obelisks, commanding and authorative.
The problem we are addressing now has emerged already. The consequences are inevitable.
Another voice spoke up from yet another obelisk.
"Please understand that."
Gendo remained silent.
"We have no intention of creating a new god, Ikari. We advise you against your currently methods and plans."
Keele's voice spoke up, addressing Ikari.
"We advise you restrain yourself."
Suddenly, a snap of fingers. There was the sound of snapping fingers from the obelisks, and they slowly began to hover around Gendo. Sweat was dripping down the forehead of the Commander of NERV.
The snapping grew louder and louder, and the voices rose.
Keele spoke again.
"Your plans are irrelevant, Ikari. Do not attempt to utilize your son as a God"
Gendo finally let out a noise, chuckling.
Keele growled, speaking.
"You'll laugh. Yeah, now you all better dig this and dig it good. No matter who or what is eatin' at you, man you show it and you are dead. You are cuttin' a hole in yourselves for them to stick in a red hot umbrella and open it. Wide. You wanna live in this lousy world? You play it cool!"
Gendo smirked, talking in his monotone.
"I wanna get even."
"Get cool!"
"I want to bust."
"Bust cool!"
"I want to leave! These proceedings are but a farce, Keele."
"Farce
cool! Boy, boy, crazy boy! Get cool, boy. Got a rocket in your
pocket. Keep coolie cool boy. Don't get hot. 'Cause man you got some
high times ahead. Take it slow. The fate of destruction is the joy of
rebirth, yo! And Daddy-o, you can live it up and die in bed! Boy,
boy, crazy boy! Stay loose, boy! Breeze it; Buzz it; Easy does it
Turn off the juice, boy"
Gendo stiffened and the obelisks disappeared, leaving him alone, in his chair, his hands snapping slowly with great deliberation.
Tokyo 3, Japan
Misato Katsuragi's Apartment
Shinji stiffened against his bed. He hadn't slept for days, he couldn't. His SDAT could no longer soothe him, the music in it was no longer having an effect on him.
Maybe I should've kept those tapes…Nah…I…can't understand that type of music…it's not me…it's not right.
Shinji slowly crept out of his room and looked at the desolate apartment. Asuka was at Hikari's house, and Misato was out late with Kaji.
I wonder what kind of music Asuka listens to…
He slowly crept into Asuka's room, as the door was open, cringing at the thought of her ever finding out, possibly castrating him, or killing him, or both consecutively.
He peered about her room, and then his eyes fell onto two dusty tapes laying against her dresser. Apparently she had once had an SDAT before she had moved onto the more technological players.
Quickly slipping the first tape into his SDAT, he cringed at the burst of noise in his head.
"How do you get your
sleep at night?
How did you get your noose so tight?
Like
chewing on tinfoil, it's so much fun
Gonna be dead before your
gone"
Shinji quickly put the tape away, feeling quite awkward because of the awful noises that his SDAT had emitted.
Cautiously, he reached for the second tape and put it into his SDAT, pressing play.
"I'm so tired of
being here
suppressed by all my childish fears
and if you have
to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'cause your
presence still lingers here"
Shinji shook his head, putting both tapes away.
"For someone who seems so smart, she really listens to total shit."
Shinji's eyes bulged out as he realized the last word he had said, his language was getting way too forward these days.
He shook his head.
It must be because of him…what was his name…Andre Young
Shinji remembered the odd black stranger, they had only met for a few seconds, but the man seemed to always be conveying an aura of wisdom and euphoria combined.
And those tapes, the kind man had given them to him purely out of kindness. He had to…
I have to…I have to find them…
Quickly putting on a coat, Shinji burst out the door into the streets of Tokyo 3.
Tokyo 3, Japan
The Streets of Tokyo 3
Shinji sprinted forward, his SDAT rattling against his jacket pocket as he dashed towards the trashcan he remembered he had dumped the tapes in.
He let out a yelp as he noticed the trashcan had been recently dumped and settled against a wooden bench, his heads in his hands.
I'm so closed up I wasn't even willing to learn about new…
A voice broke him from his mental beration.
"Lookin' fo these, son?"
And there, standing over him was the large, wizened black man, who had called himself Andre Young. He had an odd amused smile on his face.
"Uh…yeah…sorry…but how?"
Andre smiled.
"I feel ya man, I feel ya, ya might have some edgy shit goin' on in there, thinkin' this nigga is whack and shit, but you gotta deal. Cuz, ya kna? I mean, you feel me? You gotta 'stand, man, rap is music of the soul, you rip out the rap just like the flow of yo soul."
Shinji stared at Andre, not entirely registering anything he had said for the past minute.
Young chuckled.
"Aight, check it out."
Andre started tapping against the ground, slowly into a slow rhythm, and nodding his head along with it.
"Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still"
Shinji actually found his foot tapping to the beat, but controlled himself, looking up curiously at Andre Young, who smiled sardonically.
"You try, man."
Shinji shook his head, smiling shyly.
"I can't."
"Aww, come on man, you can do it…Come on, just believe!"
Andre started to tap his foot against the floor again, and making a beat with his mouth, something that amazed Shinji as he struggled with his mind to express his feelings in words.
"Uh…I've…got…"
"Come on, Shinji!"
Andre continued supplying the beat while Shinji nodded his head along with it and closed his eyes, speaking out, finally with a smooth tongue.
"Yo, I've got zero friends, a world of enemies, no love,
The damn people here just need me to take out the angels from above
Need me for this, need me for that, then just dump me into the gutter like a goddamn rat!
Well, I'm about to crack, there's a breaking point,
a thin red line, pulsing in my mind,
gonna go berserk, gonna make it hurt, gonna bring the hurt,
to that red-haired twerp, and my father the jerk.
Pain is everywhere, love is fleeting, they just want me to get into an Eva and deliver a beating. Or receive one, I'm seething, if they make me get into that goddamn fucking Evangelion I'm going to fucking…Nothing rhymes with Evangelion."
Andre looked on at the young boy, blinked, and then cocked his head in disbelief.
Shinji looked at him shyly, the rage and euphoria that had accompanied his burst of energy now gone.
"Was that good?"
Andre broke out of his thought and cocked his head again.
"Uh…yeah, sure…that was pretty ill for a first try, I suppose. Here."
Andre passed him the tapes that Shinji had thrown away.
"Check that stuff out, and don't you throw that shit away again, or I'm gonna put a cap in your ass."
Shinji's eyes were bulging and he seemed to twitch in fear as he accepted them.
Andre chuckled nervously.
"Uh..don't trip…I was just kidding man…You know, like a joke? Just playing."
Shinji nodded nervously and grabbed the tape, slowly making his way back towards Misato's apartment, occasionally looking behind him.
Andre sighed and sat against the bench. That had made him rememember days of past, of that twerp Marshall, of all the money they had made. Of everything.
This kid could be the exact thing I need to make my comeback!
Yeah…it's pretty weird…and you may all think it's a waste of time, or utterly retarded…but it didn't take me too long to write, and I have big plans for it in the future as the character develops. MC SHINJI IN THE HOUSE! o.O
As for the next chapter
Bono, guns, Asuka, oh my!
