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Extra warning: This chapter contains not-so-extreme graphic scenes, which might be sensitive to some of you. Puppyslayer advises you to take your medication before reading this.
The hostage taker formerly known as Tsurugi Kutaragi opened his arm wide and embraced the air of superiority granted from his drastic transformation.
"Four years, Shinji, I worked undercover for four bloody years just to get my sweet revenge. Do you know how much I suffered here as a teacher? Asshole students were bad enough but being called a pedophile by the faculty was the shit. Those hypocrites, they probably had more hidden camera in the girls changing room than I have pron in my computer."
Then Abdul Ahmed, the man formerly known as the history teacher of class 2-C took notice of a katana lying on a wall nearby.
"I hang on to my position here as an undercover for PETA, ceaselessly collecting information of the pilots placed here. First, it was Ayanami. My hate for that blue haired slut has no bound. You have no idea how much restrain a grown man got to exert to stop himself from masturbating all over the photos collected for purely scientific research."
The bounded mecha pilot stared on with abject fear as he observed the crazed men with a towel wrapped on his head, playing with the katana owned by Miss Yayoi. His anger was also bubbling, upon hearing the sort of desecration on his goddess of angst.
"Those dickweeds back in HQ used me like a dog, but I persisted. Get the hairs of Ayanami, they say. Retrieve her panties. Snap photos of her from every angle you can possibly imagine. Collect every single article used by her; tampoon, facial tissue, etc. All of it was done in the name of information gathering."
"They patted my back and stated that the evidence I brought back would destroy Nerv and put the mega corporations backing it into questioning. They told me I was moving the organization one step closer to the truth."
The man currently known as Abdul Ahmed cried a little and wiped his tears on his shirtsleeve.
"I was a broken man, Shinji. I lost my job and my precious little girl. It was all I had. These fucking assholes; they approached me and used me. Gave me a purpose. A mission. They knew what I wanted and they manipulated me. Told me it was for the good of mankind and all that sappy shit I never cared about until now. I mean, all those saving the environment bull crap was propaganda supported by shady politicians who were in bed with corporations dealing with highly inefficient alternative fuels."
"You do know that we're living in a world where everyone pretends to do good to screw you over, don't you?"
Shinji nodded reluctantly. "Yeah."
"Don't pretend to understand me, punk. I lost everything and these fucking buttlickers... they used my anger. They made me do things I couldn't imagine myself doing four years ago. They took away my honor, stripped my dignity away and left this empty shell here before you."
"First, it was just innocent photos of Rei in her school uniforms. Later, the order became explicit, and I was working overtime just to satisfy those ass kissers sitting behind their large desk. You work with Ayanami, you know how it is with her. Her beauty is a terrible thing. It destroys and inspires men to do great thing, at the same time. She corrupts everything she touches."
An ugly mask took over Shinji as the young hero creased his brow and snarled at the psychotic criminal.
"You misunderstood Rei."
"You're just in denial, kid. That's a sign of mental poisoning. You don't realize it and most probably never will, but she already had your mind under her influences. Sooner, your soul will fall to her grip too. She's addictive and I knew it too well. Years of vengeance harbored against Nerv mellowed after I was exposed to her. My trained focus slipped out of my asscrack like a bad case of diarrhea. My head was goddamned Pearl Harbor without Michael Bay. She destroyed me. Rei Ayanami is a monster."
Shinji spitted at his captor. "You will never say such things at Rei again. I will threaten you with severe bodily harm!"
Ahmed gripped Shinji by his chin and made the mecha pilot looked straight into his eyes.
"This is what exactly I was talking about, boy. Ayanami is a destructive goddess who turns man against man. She twists the soul of man and drives them insane. She is chaos to order. If you ever believed that you have a snowball chance in hell to love her, then Allah bless your cursed soul. She will take everything you had to offer her and dump it at her feet. If that is not humiliating enough, she will make you clean it up with your tongue and you will do it willingly," Ahmed said it in the exasperated tone of a desperate man eager to impart all his knowledge.
"You're insane!" Shinji cried as he tried to shut out all the insulting words at Rei.
"Words are she is not even human to begin with. However, those PETA scientist cooks up conspiracy theories fueled by anime and comics while stoned shit. They say she was made in a lab, cobbled together by body parts of Angels like some kind of modern Frankenstein. The other side of the geekdom claimed that she is some sort of interdimensional demon - like that crazy ghost who crawls out of your monitor and stab you in the face for downloading illegal MP3. It could be possibly true, if Rei works for MPAA and not Nerv," Ahmed pondered for a moment.
"You people are out of your damn minds!"
Shinji struggled against the bonds holding him back from unleashing his righteous anger to the rambling old man.
"I was out of my mind, kiddo. Until you came to this school, Shinji," the zany terrorist stroked Shinji's face softly.
"You saved me from my obsession with Rei Ayanami. You freed me from her icy clutch. You returned my passion for vengeance; to take everything from Nerv and deliver justice to the world."
The mecha pilot twisted his head to a side, as the old man got too close for comfort. The unwashed breath coming from his hostage taker was becoming too unbearable.
"Shinji, my dear, do you know about Sodom and Gomorah?" Ahmed said in a sweet tone.
A sweaty palm found its way on Shinji's heaving chest.
"You're just like a biblical angel, sent to Earth to save men from vile corruption. And look what happened to the angels sent to Sodom?"
The young boy breathed heavily as the creepy old man was practically on top of him.
"We raped them, Shinji."
A freezing chill went down his spine as Shinji felt a sloppy and wet appendage ran across his cheek and twirled around his ears. The intruding organ molested the fold in his ear before it retreated. It was the longest moment in his life and it ended with a trail of drool slipping down his neck.
"Get away from me, you sick fuck!"
Shinji thrashed wildly on the bed as the straps refused to give way to his burning anger. Heaven would have stood still in awe if Shinji was allowed to break free and enacted his vengeance on his captor. That was the only reason why the man formerly known as Kutaragi was still breathing.
"You will be the sacrificial lamb to the sins of man, Shinji. Your blood will cleanse the crime of man and give us salvation. Be proud that you are the chosen one, and accept your fate."
The mecha pilot only stared on the towelhead with a murderous glare. Shinji now knew what was hate. He also found out first hand that there are animals out there masquerading as humans. They deserved no rights to live and their fellow sympathizers should be executed as well, if not for being an accomplice, then at least for the crime of ignorance. Despite what civilized society told him all his life, there are many people who are not born with the right to live and should not be given a chance.
The environmental criminal stood with the unsheathed katana next to Shinji. The boy could see the shine on the well sharpened blade.
"After your death, Shinji. I will take Rei and escape from this place. We will live happily ever after in a remote island far away. There will be great sex and acts of debauchery the porn industry has no words to describe. Life will be so sweet." The words from the psychotic terrorist were all poison to Shinji.
"On second thought, I should also take that German girl with me. Bwahahaahah!"
"You will not take Rei from me." The words that came from the young boy were not his.
Ahmed's fantasy with the blue haired goddess took a hike as he stood in awe at the relatively harmless threat coming from the boy strapped on the bed. The criminal never had an encounter with Gendo nor heard the voice of the Nerv Commander, but if he had, he would experienced the same illogical fear that gripped him at the moment.
"Your threats are empty, boy. Now, prepare to die!"
The tip of the katana was aimed at Shinji's heart as the terrorist prepared to drive it straight down and kill his hostage.
It is a thing to wonder; if god really existed, and it was him that sent all the Angels, then could he just skip all the grandstanding and zap everyone who stood against him like the old school god from Old Testament? Why bother playing with the rules he probably created when he was drunk off his ass? Why send his soldiers to die because of some idiotic message he wrote when he was sitting in the loo?
God could have come out at the end of the world and say "People, there will be no fireworks and free flowing beer until the end of time. Now get the hell out of here. I don't care where, shoo" and just end it all. Put the chairs on the tables, switch off the lights, lock the door on the way out and be done with it. He is god, whatever he says goes. You're not going up to him with an army of lawyers and shove the Dead Sea Scroll in his face and demand that he keep his end of the bargain.
Well, people say God works in a mysterious way. But one thing you can be sure of; God has a hard on for a boy called Shinji Ikari.
Kablooieee!
The door to the clinic was blown apart, sending shards of wood pummeling towards the would-be executor with the fashionable headwear. Ahmed was caught surprised when the flying doorknob hit him in the face.
His grip loosened and the katana fell on a leather strap and bounced harmlessly to the floor. Shinji breathed in relief as the sword could have given him a serious piercing in his belly.
"Put down your weapon and assume the position!"
Shinji tilted his head upwards and recognized his savior. It was a particular Section Two agent who stood out among the men in blacks. For starters, he was a bald white man with an unshaven look that was so badass that he made Kaji a flaming homosexual. Second, he wore an open flannel shirt with a white-T underneath and still commanded authority like nobody.
"Mr Mclane!" Shinji shouted in excitement.
The tough agent stepped into the scene with a shotgun leading the way. The man eyed the creepy Japanese guy slowly getting up while rubbing his bloody nose. Then agent Mclane glanced at the pilot boy who was bound like a hog and confirmed he was safe and sound. He approached Ahmed and gave him a vicious boot in the face.
With the barrel of his gun still levered at the downed criminal, Mclane deftly removed the leather straps holding Shinji down. The mecha pilot immediately got up and caught his breath. There will be hell to pay.
Satisfied that his target was secured, John Mclane kicked Ahmed on the shoulder and rolled the man on his back.
"Who do you work for?" Mclane growled in a manly way that the French could only dream of.
Spitting some blood out, Ahmed appeared indignant. "I'm Abdul Ahmed and I want a lawyer. Now get off me."
The environmental terrorist knew his right and was briefed explicitly on the protocol when captured by authority. Nerv was responsible for one of the most powerful weapon known to mankind but the organization was not all-powerful. They still had to contend with pressures from the government, NGOs and media. This was the gift of civilization and Ahmed was all prepared to abuse it.
Mclane clubbed him in the face again, mauling his nose into a mess of flesh and blood. Ahmed moaned in pain as he covered his face with both of his hand to reduce blood lost.
"I don't have time for these bullshit. Tell me what I need to know. Who do you work for?"
Shinji answered with a cold tone. "He claimed he works for PETA."
The agent glanced back at the young boy standing behind him, nursing his wrist, and considered his words for a moment. He returned his attention to the old teacher again. With a wry smile, Mclane choked Ahmed, using his shotgun like a torturous chin-up bar.
"Ackkk, cough, garghh"
"Do you work for the dogfuckers? Speak!" Mclane pressed on with the new found information.
"Arghh, I don't know what you're talking about."
The burly agent pushed the shotgun upwards, pushing Ahmed's neck in the same direction. Well, they say, 'No pain, no gain.'
"Tell me what I need to know!"
Ahmed coughed wildly and looked like he choked on a fishbone the size of a whale. His eyes bulged out, threatening to go pop if the pressure keeps up. Both of his hands were stretched straight like frozen stick of branch. An unconscious smile appeared on Shinji as he looked at the comical way Ahmed's legs were twitching. He frowned as the agent let go.
"Cough... like the kid said, I worked for PETA. As in People Enabling Terrorist Activity. I'm not saying anymore than this."
Mclane slipped a free hand into his pants pocket and retrieved a special handphone that all S2 agents carried. The clamshell phone was flipped open in a smooth action that would have looked sweet on television. Three buttons later and the agent was connected.
"Mclane here. I got an enemy agent here working for PETA. No, not the dogfuckers. I know these people. Get a IED (Improvised Explosive Device) disposal team here, ASAP."
Shinji observed as the foreign agent contacted what he assumed was his superior officer. It seemed there was a conflict of interest.
"Listen, Fujiwara, I'm trying to do my job here and I can make do without your crap. The lives of the pilots are in danger."
"Find more information about this guy, Abdul Ahmed."
Mclane then turned to Shinji and asked him," What's his name when he is your teacher?"
"Tsurugi Kutaragi," Shinji answered with disgust as he looked at the pathetic form lying on the ground.
"Formerly known as Tsurugi Kutaragi. Upload it into my PDA. Quick. There are lives here to be saved, Fujiwara," the bald agent pressed.
A slight pause.
"What do you mean the database is being updated? You guys are always doing something with the database at crucial moments."
Shinji cocked an eye at the interaction taking place.
"Last week, it was Soyuz crashing into our satellite. Then the ISS (International Space Station) got in our way. What now, clowns from outer space?" Mclane shouted into his phone as his request for information was stalled.
As the agent closed his phone and planned to resume interrogation, Shinji stopped him. He remembered clearly all those ugly truth said to him, but he wanted confirmation. The mecha pilot needed to know if this was all a bad joke taking place and in reality, his teacher was just a little cranky because he accidentally stabbed him in the eye. The good guy in Shinji came back as rational thought returned to his head.
"Is he... is Kutaragi really a terrorist?" Shinji wanted to believe his old teacher was not a psychotic criminal hellbent on hurting the pilots and destroy Nerv.
The tough, bald man in open flannel shirt frowned in disapproval and shoved a finger at Shinji.
"Damn it, Shinji, you can't be throwing around terms like 'terrorist' just because these guys have alleged ties to alleged terrorist organizations, and were allegedly connected to an activity that might be considered by some to be terrorist in nature!"
"This is a fuck up political correct world we are living in, Shinji. By associating a Muslim with acts that could be terroristic in nature, you could piss off the whole Muslim community. We need their support in this war against the Angels and we shouldn't do anything that could undermine the effort to maintain a solid relationship with them."
The mecha pilot listened with his mouth agape at the lecture, which seemed a little shocking considering the action that was taken by Agent Mclane moments ago. His brain was still processing the bits of information assaulting his mind. It was obvious Misato needed to give him more training on this type of issues.
"Mr Mclane, but Kutaragi is just a old man with a new Arab sounding name and a towel on his head?" The confused boy pointed at the moaning old man.
The big burly man put both his hand on Shinji's shoulder and assumed a softer stance compared to his earlier lecture. The pilot looked at the agent and wondered for a moment if his life wouldn't be so screwed if someone as strong and knowledgeable as Agent Mclane was there to guide him. Well, he just had to be satisfied with a beautiful drunkard called Misato.
"Shinji, it shows how ignorant you are when it comes to foreign culture. You're as insensitive as a hygienic conscious hobo. Nevertheless, ignorance is also strength."
"If this towelhead here is a Muslim, then we have to handle him with extra care, do you understand?"
Shinji nodded quietly.
"For example, a Muslim must never be interrogated by beautiful females because their religion strictly forbids it. And they cannot be allowed near canines because dogs and puppies are creatures of pure evil. We usually use bears to intimidate them, or rabid raccoons when we are all out of bears. It works either way."
Shinji nodded again and had a question to ask.
"I know what you want to ask. No, there is no religion out there that strictly stated that the worshipper must only be interrogated and tortured by good-looking women. I spent some time searching the database and the only thing that came close was this cult in the 7th century that allowed the worshippers to be fucked by dogs if they choose trial by fire."
"That is nothing close," Shinji sound annoyed.
"It's better than nothing to some people."
"So, if Kutaragi is not a Muslim then is he not subjected to any kind of special rights?" Shinji folded his arm and stared coldly at the terrorist of unknown religion lying on the floor.
"What did I tell you, kid? There any many alternative religions out there and you got to respect all of them because they are our brothers in this war against Angels and we shouldn't do anything that could undermine the effort to maintain a solid relationship with them."
The pissed mecha pilot felt like unloading some firearms at the moment before screaming in frustration like his favorite western artist. It would do well for his anger management because Shinji was at boiling point at the moment. However, Shinji was just satisfied slapping himself in the head.
"Ok, I get it Mr Mclane. You can stop the whole - working with people of other creed and race right about now. Answer my question, if Kutaragi is just an ordinary Japanese citizen then is he subjected to our laws? Nerv laws."
Ahmed chose the moment to interject. "Hah, in your dreams, Shinji. I will be charged in an International court for being an armed combatant of a foreign country. My organization and all the liberal medias will be putting pressure on those pansies judge and I will be released in no time. Bwahahahaah!"
Shinji frowned in disgust and anger as he realized what the weasel said had truth in it. The world he lived in made no sense at times. Why does a terrorist who committed crimes in his homeland get to have a trial in some yuppie country full of white people? What logic does it make to have representative judges from other countries giving their 2 cents on a criminal who committed crimes in Japan and killed its citizens? Is it even possible for a judge from some backwater country in Africa to feel the same pain as a proud citizen of Japan when the said judge was in bed with genocidal dictators?
Then the mecha pilot studied his hand - the pair of limbs that was instrumental in the destruction of giant monsters called Angels. It was so simple when it was just he and the Angels. Enemies were meant to be destroyed with the most direct and effective method. Misato was given this responsibility to ensure the total annihilation of these creatures called Angels. Nerv did not give the monster a chance to surrender or negotiate. Shinji knew there would be only one outcome when an Eva engages an Angel. It was pathetically ironic that dealing with a human could be so troublesome compared to fighting monstrous entities hellbent on the destruction of mankind.
The angry pilot knelt down next to Ahmed and pulled him up by the collar. The oldman, despite bleeding all over his face still had a cocky look. Shinji promised himself to remove this dirt from existence if he kept it up.
"Do you really mean it when you say you will take Rei... away from me?"
Blood slipped down his neck as the man formerly known as Kutaragi spoke. Some strength seemed to have returned to his frail body as he supported himself with his elbow. Shinji figured it would make the torture more entertaining if the old man was up and about.
"You believe a mortal like you can please Ayanami? She's a goddess. A man would only burn himself by loving her. She is like a nuclear furnace to a moth. You will destroy yourself, Shinji."
It was Mclane turn to look confused at the whole scene. He knew the old man was referring to the first pilot but why was he talking about her in such a manner, that he didn't have a clue about.
"Don't you understand? I'm saving you by taking her away from everyone. You weaklings would be corrupted by her charm and unearthly beauty. You do not stand a chance, Shinji. I'm doing you a favor here," the lunatic with the bloody face ranted.
Picking up the katana that was getting restless on the floor, Shinji gave the terrorist an ultimatum.
"Make my day."
A/N: This chapter is made to be intense, and so if you feel crept out reading the scene where Kutaragi/Ahmed is doing something nasty with Shinji, then I've achieved what I set out to do.
There are quite a number of Rei and Shinji fics out there - but if you look carefully, it is always about how Shinji alone thinks that she is a goddess of sort. I don't mean to bash these fics because there are good stuff among them and I have not even decided if I wanted to write R/S.
Anyway, I decided to put perspective into hyperbole here. If Rei is really that crazy beautiful, wouldn't she attract all kind of people, especially creepy psychos like Kutaragi? So, what would Shinji do if he sees himself as a true believer against the horde of heretics going apeshit over his goddess? Would he stand against the wave of unwashed heathens and cut them down as he sees fits or would he cower in shame and live without the grace of Ayanami?
This is one long ass scene and I'm not done with it yet. Looks like Hikari wouldn't be getting some action until the next chapter. There will be females in the next chapter, I promise. I know you people are already getting sick of bloody and sweaty men with all the macho posturing.
Adam Kadmon: That's why school should ban dangerous stuff like pens. More stabbity action to come.
Rusty Knights: Hmm, Shinji will most probably head home and engage Asuka in Mortal Kombat pit fighting style.
Hououza: I hope you're still sane after this chapter.
SephirothV16Six: There, I got it right this time. There will be the LH chicks and Naru will be a slut… somewhat.
Andrew Joshua Talon: Heh, but Sups couldn't be running a 'shady' inn now, could he?
Next chapter: The trip to Hinata Inn has to wait. Shinji found out that 49 percent of the remaining earth population was against the war with Angels. He also found out that their opinions mean shit if Rei Ayanami was endangered by their retarded policies. In other news, Gendo realized that his useless and pathetic son was actually more trouble than he was worth. Furthermore, there were not enough babes working in the Geofront Maximum Security Wing.