Otaro: well this is a Parasite Eve ficcie that I decided to write.
Aya: Why about me? HAven't I been through enough?
Otaro: Uh? no!
Aya: Weirdo.
Otaro: Yes but you get help in this fic.
Aya: O wow a group of teenagers!
Otaro: Butt-kicking teens!
Aya: Awesome.
Otaro: I know isn't it!
Aya: Whatever.
Otaro: No. 9 can you please do the disclaimer?
No. 9: Yes.
Aya: What? What is he doing here?
Otaro: Doing the disclaimer.
No. 9: Otaro doesn't own Parasite Eve but she owns her own characters and this story. FLAMES WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU. R&R
Otaro: Thank you!
Summary: It has been three years since the New York Incident where Eve had almost destroyed the whole city. Now Aya is taking a break with her police work and moving into a new home in Los Angeles, California, far away from New York and her past. But now a new Eve has returned being forth a whole new evil and a whole new way to stop her. Can Aya and a group of distant teenagers help save Eve's new target?
Prologue
Aya's P.O.V
It has been three years now since the New York Incident where a crazed actress tried to destroy Manhattan, where I was currently stationed. I was right there when it happened, when it started, and I was right there when it ended. I felt bad for Melissa. Being control by Mitochondria and dying along with Eve. Eve that is what that…that thing called herself. She tried to reproduce, to carry on her evil. It mutated so fast and took on so many forms. I thought it would never die.
I can't stand to remember all those horrible memories. I can't even believe it actually happened. It took them a couple years to rebuild everything that was destroyed in all the few days that Eve was there. I now live in Los Angeles, far away from New York and all those bad memories. I want to forget everything, Eve, New York, everything.
I now live in a pretty big house, I'm single though. Still looking for 'Mr. Right', a person who I can trust, and someone to help me forget all those memories. I had cut my hair recently; it had grown long over the years down halfway down my back. It is now the 'usual', short; it reaches halfway down my neck. It's still blonde, I haven't had the heart to dye it, I'm just too used to it.
I'm doing fine in Los Angeles. I'm still unpacking my things. It's been slow, I haven't really met anybody, I've been inside. I'll try though, to forget. I haven't heard from any of my police partners in awhile. They must be very worried though because I just packed up my things and left, without a second thought. I don't regret it though. I just want to forget, and Los Angeles is the best place I could go. It's far away from New York. But now I'm just talking to myself and I should be unpacking. I don't even know why I'm writing these things down anyway. I'll probably burn this later. Oh well, I can't think about the future right now. Today is today. Until tomorrow.
Aya: Ew I keep a diary.
Otaro: Gotta prob?
No. 9: -gets flame thrower ready-
Aya: No.
Otaro: Good. Please R&R
No. 9: FLAMES WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU!