(A/N) Hidy Hi, FFN seems to have mangled this chapter the first time around, so here's my second go at it.

Disclaimer: I've decided that a new approach is probably in order to gain ownership of Eva, I have taken a small chunk of change and instead to use insider trading to accumulate a massive fortune. Large enough eventually to just go and buy Eva from Gainax, avoiding the unsightly mess usually associated with my attempted break-ins.

A Day In The Life Of

The Great Chase

The day had darkened considerably, blue skies surrendering their place to grey storm clouds in the interests of pathetic fallacy. The group of children continued their self-imposed charge of finding and subduing Asuka before any serious harm could be done. Of course many denizens of Tokyo Three have died over the course of this particular rampage, yet none of them where what could be considered "Main Characters", as such, it was measured as inconsequential, and may well be written off as collateral damage.

Aoba had died, however his death had little to do with the second child's massacre. He had in fact failed once too often at his attempts in the creation of bathtub toast. The man was after all considered to be, by many of his colleagues, in possession of a full six-pack, but lacking that little plastic thing which holds it all together.

Shinji was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole plan that they had conceived, the realisation that they had in fact chosen him to be the one to get close to her while the remaining members of his group hid behind a rock. Why this seemed like a very good plan in the first place was a thought long gone. He began to hope against hope that perhaps she had calmed down or, failing that, had made her way to a different city where he no longer felt the obligation to act.

You see, when it comes to matters involving Shinji, there is only one thing he is more adverse to than placing his life in danger, that being to argue with someone. This particular defect of sorts, was probably a rather large contributing factor to his very involvement in the Eva project altogether. Resigning himself to his fate, this individual fate being somewhat akin to that of a sacrificial lamb, he continued on the path.

Looking of to his side he noted that Rei had replaced her treasured "smashie" with a somewhat more effective chainsaw, "Just in case." she had assured him. This was yet another decision he had agreed to before which was beginning to seem, all the more, like a bad idea. How he continued to get himself into these situations was a mystery to the boy, although a sneaking suspicion told him it most likely had something to do with the aforementioned invisible audience observing him. They must, he concluded; take some sort of visceral pleasure in witnessing his suffering. What a strange group of people this invisible audience must be.

Touji, feeling somewhat under-represented in this particular story, had decided to have an internal conflict of his own, in an attempt to garner attention for himself. This particular conflict however was still originating from Touji and as such, had little impact upon the course of this fic, so it was quickly dismissed.

The ragtag collection of student from the class 2A, which was the official team name they had come up with for themselves. For those out there who would in all likelihood wonder why they actually needed a team name, or for that matter, why it was so very long. The concept behind it you see, was a brainchild of Touji's and as with most concepts which simultaneously involve the word Touji as well as the word Brain, or any synonym thereof, was a bit off kilter.

Digression aside, the ragtag collection of students from the class 2A found themselves coming upon a clearing in what could loosely be referred to as the urban jungle of Tokyo Three. Coming upon a clearing is not a rather magnificent occurrence in and of itself. What made this specific clearing worthy of note was that, as far as most of the children could recall, there used to be a school there. Or to be more precise, their school used to be there.

Off in the distance, the children noticed an odd looking Gaijin staring into the rubble, the reason behind his being there probably due to some form of guilt on the part of the author for not including the cameo character as much as he probably should. Hikari felt a disturbing sense of dread as Largo began to open his mouth. Not wishing to be confronted with the odd speech pattern the man possessed, her mind still not even comprehending how it was possible for her to hear this utterly ridiculous language.

"D00d, 5w337."

Thus concluding the necessary written space to constitute a cameo, he returned once more to the obscurity that "being off screen" provided. Kensuke, while being a smart-ass may be his favourite past time, stating the obvious was, if nothing else, a close second.

"I think Asuka's been through here."

The crew decided to ignore Kensuke's comments, one of the few actions they have taken that garnered unanimous consent. As luck would have it, just as they where beginning to feel they'd lost all hope of finding the girls trail once more, as small ray of hope arrived. The form this hope had decided to take being a thin trail of destruction leading away from their location with a mushroom cloud a ways down it. Having once more regained the trail, they began to jog in its direction.

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-A few minutes later.

"I could've sworn their school was here."

Misato having recently agreed to take Ritsuko and Maya to the most likely place Rei would be at the time, was beginning to feel just a tad deflated. Here she was, right where the school should've been, only to find it was gone, her apartment was on fire, but worst of all, she'd lost her buzz about twenty minutes ago. What started off as a good day was quickly becoming a nightmare. She of course also felt a twinge of sadness as to the current state the city she called home was in, but it was yet to fully sink in. You see, although her buzz had long ago left her, Misato was, as many refer to it as, Perma-drunk. Maya broke in.

"Do you think Rei did this?"

"No, no, it wasn't Rei."

Misato spun about in an effort to question the old doctor as tohow exactly she knew that, only to find Ritsuko spinning a small bit of red hair between her fingers. She quickly knew what she meant. Asuka, Misato decided, was so grounded after this.

"I think Rei might be following her though."

"Well come on let's go then, we have to get to Rei before she does any damage."

The trio of women looked about for the most likely path that they would have taken, quickly finding the path of scattered debris the children had just taken, they returned to Misato's car and sped off.

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Shinji and company, while not the official name, it is however much shorter, seemed to be making good headway towards Asuka, the difference in time between seeing and hearing an explosion was shortening considerably. There was however one possibility they had not accounted for, Asuka backtracking. And just as Murphy would have told you, since that was the one scenario they had not anticipated, that was the scenario which was to take place. They stopped dead in their tracks as they saw Asuka running by them, sporting a telephone poll as a colossal bat.

"Stand very still, hopefully she won't be able to see you."

Shinji was about to spin towards Rei to ask her why in the hell it would work when he realised that he, in fact, didn't exactly have a better idea. So standing very still he shut his eyes tightly, finally opening them a crack he noticed that all of his companions had long ago run off, leaving him behind with a very irate Asuka standing in front of him. He then heard Kensuke whisper.

"You where right Rei, it did buy us time to get away."

Shinji was really starting to dislike his friends.

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In his lab, PenPen was hard at work, putting the finishing touches on his doomsday weapon. How the penguin managed to fit a study, lounge as well as a lab inside the fridge is a process far too complicated to be conveyed in written word. So complicated was it, that it could only be expressed in the abstracts available to the Penguin language. If you do truly wish to know, the way is Wark Wark. Wark, WarkWark. Wark Wark. Amazing isn't it. If you wish to know how PenPen managed to get his hands upon a doomsday device of significant power, however, it was FedEx.

Taking out the blueprints he was beginning to become quite frustrated with, he looked them over once more. Feeling quite discriminated against, they where written out in 34 different languages, not one of them being Penguin. An idea came to the Penguin as he realised he knew of one person capable of helping him construct this, they could perhaps create a mutually beneficial relationship; he did after all have opposable thumbs as well.

It was time to get help from Gendo.

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Gendo was seated at his desk, having not much better to do with his time, his attempt to steal plans from the penguin having been met with failure and the "Instrumentality" backup plan being more of a waiting game. He had discovered long ago that all one really has to do to retain their position as supreme commander of all of NERV, was to remain seated with their hands plied before their face and look pensive. Needless to say, Gendo was becoming quite good at this.

Interrupting Gendo from his thoughts was a steady beep from the general direction of his personal fax Machine. Reading the fax in question he smiled as he donned his coat and walked out of the base.

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Private Fax From:

PenPen the destroyer

To:

Gendo- Evil genius Extraordinaire.

Subject:

Proposal

Attention Gendo, I have noted that you are currently incapable of reading penguin; I unfortunately cannot read Human, although for reasons unbeknownst to myself I appear to be capable of writing it. As such, I would like to propose a ceasefire of our current hostilities as well as a partnership. Our combined efforts could easily bring any plan of ours to fruition.

Do not respond to this Fax, meet me in the following Location (Location Edited for viewing audience)

Sincerely:

PenPen the destroyer, (official notary seal.)

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(A/N) Some of you probably noticed that this is my return to the overly descriptive writing style. I could probably give you a huge explanation for it, but the truth is this is just how the chapter came out this time and to be perfectly honest, I prefer it this way. It's just more fun to write.

Also, to all the people who review this, I know since I tend to update pretty frequently I won't get reviews from all of you for each chapter. (You guys do, I presume have this mythical concept called a life.) But for those of you who, when you do read, give a little feedback to me, thanks.

Finally thanks to Rioes for pre-reading, you manage to save me a lot of time editing, which I now have free for writing another chapter to have you suffer through. Also I've been added to my first C2, huzzah

One last thing to note, there are now officially two chapters left after this one, let the countdown commence.

Don't worry; I'll shut up now.

Have a good one eh.