Vesa—well, good news and bad news go hand in hand. Most of the time, anyway. First piece of good news, I'm still on it. Second piece of good news, I'm still writing. One piece of bad news, you're on it too, its called, "Oxygen". Yep, weirdness is good. Especially when trying to pull something somewhat serious. Kinda. Not this though.
Arizosa—cool. Bushes are fun. *nods* but, how did you figure out that I was insane?
Ranshin—yep. Of course he'll be using them on people… what else would he be using them on? Romance… nothing sexual at least. I don't know beyond that. .;; but… heck, why just the knives?
D14852001—yep. Plot? Yeah. The plot. .;; traductions? What does that mean?
Nameless Reviewer—yep. Fire fun, paper burns, Shinji set many things on fire, no worries. ^_^
LitaJ—yep. Asked permission to do this actually. Poor itchie… grounded… *sighs*
Xeo—hmm… Asuka a Living Weapon would be definitely odd… *ideas run rampant throughout mind* NO! STOP IT! *six-inch wielder of the eleven-inch Lancea Logini chases away from computer, repeatedly bashing over head* I'M SORRY! I'LL NEVER TELL YOU TO STOP AGAIN! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! But, dementedness is goodness. I've already planned out the chap that covers EoE, and its going to be… nope, won't spoil it. ^_^
Katfum—I've actually run across it both ways. Yeah, but Shinji's not just a fourteen year old. The summary specifically states that he's a Living Weapon. And I know a thirteen year old who's rapidly approaching six feet. Hell, I'm not that much older than fourteen, and I'm about five eleven. 'tis not impossible. I used the nodachi because naginata was already used, and katana is just… overused, while I'm also going to use Wakizashi, and tanto didn't fit. So nodachi was the only weapon left that I knew of that fit… besides, it is his Weapon Name… and that's rather important. So… go read Blackened Sunrise by The Itch, and perhaps you shall understand. I make no bets though… but it is a very good fic. Despite being Harry Potter, even if you don't like it(Potter). I do wonder how D(Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust) manages his sword…
Señor Funkalicious—now, now, didn't anyone ever tell you not to ask someone for spoilers? ^_^ don't worry. It shall be explained sometime… maybe not soon, but…
Ienz—now, who said that Shinji-boy was depressed here? Hmm… yes, I did put, 'fairly major OOC Shinji' in the summary.
evaunit-01—nope. You are mistaken. You're forgiven. 'tis one of the shorter Nodachi, and yep, he has a very big bag. Besides, the Power has no concept of impossibility.
Disclaimer: … still not owning Shinji, NERV, Gainax, or Evangelion. Still not owning The Living Weapon either. Perhaps I shall incorporate Blades (which are mine) into this… *eyes glow* that would be… fun. ^_^.
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Ocean Red
Chapter 3: School Is Overrated… In the Danger Department
A Neo(n) Genesis Evangelion Fanfiction
By CrimsonNoble
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Shinji stepped out of his apartment. School wasn't a particularly dangerous concept… unless they had somehow obtained his list of offences from his old school. Even then, it wasn't so much threatening as uncomfortable. It was a long list.
As school wasn't exactly dangerous, he was going armed lightly. In other words, he was only armed with a pair of brass knuckles, and the pair of switchblades. His bracers and shin guards were a little too obvious. Just a little. Not by that much, but… besides. The shirts they had to wear were short-sleeved. Even so, any muggers who happened to be out would not enjoy messing with him. On the other hand, neither would a small army of any sort. Provided it wasn't an army of those like himself, of course. In which case, the ensuing fight would be entirely dependant on who was more insane.
His shoes weren't all that good for running, but they weren't the worst. Not by a long shot. So he started running. He wasn't late, in fact he was quite early… but there was never a bad time for training. His hands were still in his gloves, but that didn't really matter. The gloves weren't weapons, nor were they to protect his hands. They were to protect whatever he happened to be punching.
He whistled idly, this time a song by an American band, pre-Second Impact. It would have taken a lot to find anything from the band, as it was across an ocean, and so much devastation being wrought by Second Impact, had the Ancient One not been from America. It was such a cool song. Nice tune too.
Shinji's hands dangled tensely next to his sides. He would have to explore the… darker side of Tokyo-3 soon. It was an irresistible attraction to him, the risk, the blood, the flashing steel… the pain…
His smile stretched as images of fire, horsemen, and burning villages rampantly raged through his mind. The Ancient One had owned a weakling… admittedly, an old weakling, one that had lived in the same place as Genghis Khan, and often accompanied the renowned barbarian. The Ancient One had also used the nearly burnt-out Living Weapon to teach Shinji to lift people's memories. Ahh, the joys of being a Weapon…
Shinji's musings were interrupted as he arrived at the school. Tokyo-3 Junior High. 'Really original name' was his opinion on the matter, often accompanied by a roll of his eyes. Not much could be said about the building itself either. Plain brick. It would certainly have to be stepped on… accidentally, of course.
//Mental note: check and see if there are any other schools in the city//
Satisfied he nodded agreeably to himself, and started to trot to the office. He needed to find out which class was his, after all.
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Let it be forever known that few things could make Shinji Ikari loose his patience. However, unfortunately, one of these was being forced to sit in a school office while they checked your transfer notes. As funny as said notes might be…
For example, one said, 'keep Ikari away from swimming pool', because he had once managed to put a hole in the filter. No one had asked how. It was just one of those things that Shinji did. One, of course, said, 'keep Ikari out of the chemistry lab'. Another, 'keep student away from sharp objects'. Stemming from the time that he had put a pair of scissors through the blackboard, barely missing a wide-eyed student. It hadn't been his fault, the scissors had been resting on the table, on the edge of a binder. He had stumbled, and slapped down on the part of the binder that was over the edge, in open space. The scissors had been launched through the air, and had gone through the blackboard. He was completely guiltless.
The list was fairly extensive, and school was about to commence before they finished the list. Shinji had long since stopped listening, preferring to toy with the various implements of pain on his person. Because implementing pain was far more interesting than a record he knew backwards. Now, he didn't know it forwards, but that was okay with him. It wasn't his job to know it forwards.
For unknown reasons various violent songs started playing in his head. The principal waved him out of the room, telling him that it was, "Class 2-A". Shinji scampered to the room. Damn, it had taken a long time to get that done.
He arrived, panting and out of breath, and entered. There were several more empty seats than he might have expected, and all of those were in the back of the class. Most notably, there was a ring around the blue-haired, crimson-eyed, alabaster-skinned girl he had seen in the NERV hospital. Shinji flopped down next to her. Amusingly, no one cared. Other than the fact that he was new, no one noticed him.
A disturbing thing happened when the teacher entered the room, a brown-haired girl with pigtails and freckles stood up, and bellowed over the class, "STAND! BOW! SIT!" The tone of her voice was so similar to the Old Man's that he obeyed immediately, without thought. Damn that bastard, too bad the bastard gene didn't run in the family… because it would have been really funny to see what the Ancient One would have made of someone like his father. Possibly quite gory, but that would not only have been funny, but would have given him something to do as well.
Shinji slumped in his seat, flicking open the laptop and logging on easily. He browsed the school rules, noting that they hadn't yet been updated to accommodate his somewhat… unique method of causing trouble. Trouble, mayhem, and madness he amended.
A window popped up. [Are you the pilot? Y/N]
Shinji stared at it. [Who are you?]
[Are you the pilot? Y/N] it insisted.
[No, I'm just someone who, by freak coincidence arrived on the same day the thing attacked and the other thing beat its ass down. And came to school a week later.]
[…]
[And besides, do you really think someone could pilot anything without prior training? How could I have had that if I just arrived here?]
[…]
[…] Shinji closed the window.
It popped up again. [So… that's a yes, isn't it.]
Shinji bashed his head against the keyboard, typing jibberish. [b hngb hgvb hgvb hg]
[Yes, he's the pilot boys!]
The next instant half the class was crowding around his desk. It was making him nervous, and when he was nervous… it was most definitely not a good thing. His control over the Power twitched. Cracks abruptly spread throughout the desk from where his fingers rested on it. The Saevrok in him was growing nervous. His fingers began to tap, making dents in the wood as the class's voices melded into one, distorted, not-understandable roar. And then, they were gone, the class rep having sent them all to their seats. His control returned, and he released the extra build-up of power from his tension into the desk. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten that the desk had cracks in it, and thus was surprised when part of it began to break off.
//Mental note: do not destroy desk//
The section was dangling by a good deal less than a millimeter of material, and in a moment of lucidity, Shinji remembered that, highly unluckily, he couldn't repair inanimate things on with the Power. The bell for lunch rang, interrupting his thoughts and surprising him so much that he let out the mixed hiss and snarl that was the trademark of all Saevrok. Though only one existed at a time, they were all literally identical, and the noise they made was unique.
He left the room, ignoring the ire he felt behind him. His stride carried him to the roof, where he turned to gaze out over the area.
Oddly, there were several trees next to the school, utterly still in the breezeless air. The heat felt good, yet made him slightly lazy, and would have aided in his digestion, had he eaten anything. Through the gloves, he felt the heat where he rested his hands on the iron railing, and his fingertips felt like they were burning as the bare skin rested on the seemingly molten metal. The sun beat down on the season-less country, dulling his senses.
So he didn't hear the boy approaching him until the Power alerted him to the fact that he was being attacked from behind. He reacted.
But more importantly, he reacted without thinking. His sidestep carried him away from the punch, and he drove a back kick to the attacker's leg. His foot cracked against the other boy's shin, and then retracted quickly. The enemy slipped, breaking his nose on the railing. Blood splattered the metal, distracting Shinji momentarily. Red blood… so pretty…
Lazily he reached out and grabbed the student by the collar of his tracksuit, casually lifting him.
"If you have a problem with me… say it to my face, because attacks from behind aren't very sportsman-like at all." Shinji smiled at the look on the boy's face, a bloody mix of terror and hate. "Yiss, hate me… fear me… and stay away from me!" Shinji slammed the boy backward into the railing, so he took the bar to his lower back. He turned, and started back into the building. Stupid little boy… weaklings were amusing.
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The entry plug slammed into the Eva, a rumble echoing through the cylinder. LCL poured into the tube, almost smothering Shinji as he sat contentedly in the seat. He took a deep breath of the liquid, letting it "saturate" his lungs. Take two pints and call me in the morning.
It was cold, which was really all he was thinking at the moment. Very cold… so cold… Shinji's eyes slid shut, shivering slightly as his body attempted to warm itself.
The LCL energized, sending a pleasant shock roiling through his body, warming him nicely. His eyes popped open, widening impossibly large for a moment before the shock faded and he took another deep breath of the fluid. He attempted to make a sentence. He failed. What came out was more along the lines of, "Ou muh loge?" Which was supposed to be, 'How much longer?'
"What was that Shinji?"
Having figured out how to talk in the LCL, Shinji repeated, "How much longer?"
He saw the smirk flicker briefly across Katsuragi's face. Not good. "Oh, no more than about three hours…"
Shinji glared at her. Katsuragi shivered involuntarily beneath the danger hidden in his eyes. "Most of which will be spent in training in use of the prog knife and the pallet rifle." Shinji snickered at that. Them, train a Living Weapon? It was… beyond funny.
His eyes glazed vaguely as he resigned himself to a fate of boredom. This would be… irritating.
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Shinji flopped into his bed. It wasn't that the tests at NERV had been hard, quite the opposite, but they had been so dull… he glared at the ceiling. At least the rest of his stuff had come, and of course the first thing he had done was set up the computer. Because computers were fun, and besides that, his e-mail needed checking. Of course, he didn't have the DSL connection he'd had with the Ancient One, so he was reduced to a mere 112k modem.
The computer made a sort of ping-binging noise signaling that it was, at last, connected. A new record, one hour.
'Dachi.
Hey, blown anything up yet? Hope not, wait a few until I get there, wouldja? Just kiddin', feel free to blow up anything in the meantime. Keep a log though, so you can tell me exactly what it was, mmmkay? Keep the fire antics to a minimum, Ye Olde Revered One is being evil… says if you choose to burn your school down he'll be the one to exact revenge. That wouldn't be fun, would it? Well, funny…
That's it for now, but if you've been breaking your desk again…
Shuri'
Shinji smirked. Classic Shuriken, no respect for secrecy, confidentiality, or privacy. 'Twas a bit annoying all the same.
He settled his fingers on the keyboard, and thought for a bit, preparing his reply.
Shuri'… yep. Several things. Big ones. Heh… my lighter disappeared somehow; do you know how that could be? My desk is in one piece… mostly.
Ye Olde Bastard, aka Rokobungi is off checking my grades… so keep the nick to min until I give the okiies? Yeah. Violence stay small too, keep the Ancient One in mind when thinkin' bout Rokobungi. Keep thine darts to thyself, and get thine ass over here!
'Dachi
Perfect. Much of it seemed like unintelligible jabber atwixt two friends… but held meaning. His wristband had stayed on (except for the one incident), his e-mail was being screened, no one knew his Weapon Name, and if she wanted to talk about 'sensitive subjects', that she should come to Tokyo-3 to do so. Suitably messed up.
The send button was clicked, and his reply was sent. She would be here… obviously. Shuriken didn't let him get away with anything… without being in on it. Perhaps he would get her into Unit-01… then again, to do so would be worthy of execution for crimes against the state. Well, he'd just have to keep her away… until he didn't want to.
He lifted the straight sword, and flicked his wrist, dropping a switchblade into his palm. The flash of silver was all that was visible before he began once again to dance.
It just wasn't the same without a partner…
End ChapterA/N: "Americanized Anime pisses me off. The companies will never keep it long enough to have it make sense, the dubbing is mostly horrible, and they usually edit all blood and language 'til it's presentable to Mormon toddlers. Adult Swim is canceling Bebop in favor of Lupin III (which the Lupin series is not bad in itself...but why cut Bebop?) and Trigun in for Reign (the arguably worst anime, with exception to Hamtaro, Pokemon, and Yu-gi-oh.)" ~Ovandian
Now, it should be, "American Bastardized Anime pisses me off. The networks never keep it long enough to make sense, unless its something that doesn't make sense in the first place, in which case they will show the entire thing, the dubbing is horrible enough to change the entire plot, and they edit all blood and language until it is presentable to Mormon toddlers." I'm not happy now. They ditched TRIGUN for REIGN? *is very angry*
Anyway… can anyone tell me what happens between the squid-angel and the diamond-angel? I'm afraid I don't have the first DVD of NGE… so I'm pulling it from the two manga I have of it. Flame, praise, question the utter bizzarity of it, don't if you don't want to.