CHAPTER TWO:BATTLE STYLE
Tristan finally made it back to the house at 1:00 AM where he found Shinji and Misato still on the couch, passed out. He continued through the house and hobbled over to where a bed was and collapsed. Some time in the middle of his sleep cycle, he felt someone flop beside him, but that was not as important as his sleep for the next day was.
When he awoke that morning at 7:00 AM, he saw the familiar form of Asuka Langley wearing a loose t-shirt and sleep pants beside him. He sighed as he stood up and stretched, noticing no one but himself was up. Asuka rolled over and continued to sleep, clutching a pillow to her well formed chest.
"Ah.. What an inspirational area!" Tristan said as he went out to the rather small back yard and practiced his Jeet Kun Do.
After practicing for a half hour, he wondered what exactly he was to do, so he went back inside and turned on the plasma monitor TV set, ignoring Shinji and Misato for the time being. He flipped through the channels and finally settled on the news.
"Yesterday, for the first time in seven long years, an angel attack struck Tokyo Three! The JSDF, as usual got their ass kicked, but what seemed to be a new Evangellon unit defeated it and saved the day! To the pilot of that defense robot, we salute you! Thanks to your skills, you saved everyone and didn't break anything like seven years ago!"
Tristan smirked and cracked open a can of his favorite beverage in the world, Red Bull open, chugging it down.
"In other local news..." The reporter carried on and Tristan got up to put the cases of Red Bull in the refridgerator, on top of the beer.
"Aack!" Tristan yelled as he saw the black and white thing down below him move. "What the hell is that?" as it got up and took out a beer from the refridgerator.
"Oh that's just Pen Pen," Misato said, yawning and grabbing a beer for herself. "He's my pet penguin."
"Ah! Cool!" Tristan petted him on the head.
"You better hurry to school!"
"WaitÐ School?" Tristan asked, slightly confused.
"Yes, back to college, TOKYO-3 UNIVERSITY!!" Misato said, chugging the beer. "The others are up now and you should probably give them a ride."
"Sorry, but my car only seats two, Misato."
"Just tow one of them behind you." Misato threw the can across the room and it flopped into the barrel.
"Fine, he can play in the jungle gym of my rollbar" Tristan said, rolling his eyes in disgust, then going back to his room, emptying out the box of his clothes.
Tossing aside the variety of KIKWEAR pants, he decided to wear his army green 40" wide at the bottom UFO's, with a plain black T-shirt. He put on his shoes which were of the OSIRIS brand, although they were quite beat. He knew he had to get some new ones soon, or else he would end up hurting himself via improper arch support. He saw Asuka tumble through the house wrapped in a towel, digging through the boxes of her stuff for clothing. She eventually pulled out a generic green strap top and some pants, which Tristan complimented when he saw her come out.
"Oh, Tristan, you are just so sweet!" She giggled.
"Heh, heh!" Tristan chuckled, "Don't I know! We'd better get Shinji or he's going to make us late for class! And you know what that means!"
"... Uh, no?" Asuka looked at Tristan a bit confused.
"That means they'll have to deal with... uh... I'll get back to you on that.." Tristan said, trying to think up of something so suave and sexually tittilating.
"I'm coming!" Shinji cried out as he ran down the stairs of the house. "My hair was just so imperfect!"
Asuka sighed and went back to admiring Tristan.
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Tristan drove very slowly on the way in to school as to not to disturb Shinji's spiky hair. He had carefully gelled it for that reason alone. Asuka, not quite sure what to do at this new college considering her degree was already earned, meekly followed orders, along with the ability to stay closer to Tristan.
"Tristan, the next turn is to the left... and... oh no!" Shinji said as the Mazda was boxed in by several black Nissan Silvias that look like they meant buisness. The one on the right of Tristan signalled him to pull over.
"It's the Yakuza! And they look angry!" Asuka said, pointing at the men in their dark sunglasses.
Tristan pulled over and stepped out of the car. "Can I help you?" he asked, not closing the door.
"You're passing through JOINT-EXPLOSION-DRIFT-YAKUZA turf! Give us your car and we might spare your lives!" The leader with the acne-scarred skin said.
"Hmm.. Well, I really do like my ultimately super kick-ass RX-7, but I will do this one thing," Tristan said, pointing at the mountain road ahead of him. "I'll drift against you down this mountain road and if I lose, well, you can have that redhead for your sexual pleasures over there, AND my car! But if I win, you have to leave us alone and give me respect!"
"Whaat?" Asuka yelled, but she was confident in Tristan's driving skills.
"... Hmmm," The Yakuza considered, as this 6' tall white kid could not possibly defeat his Silvia in drift-combat. And that red headed girl was just what his perverse sexual fetishes ordered. "Deal."
"Okay, just don't touch the goods until the end!" Tristan said, telling his two passengers to exit his car.
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At the start of the mountain, Tristan felt a slight breeze in the air. The smell of fresh ADVAN tires and exhaust fumes from his APEXi GT-SPEC exhaust-system filled the air with a synthetic taste to his pallette.
"The deal is, that you are to get to the end of the road as fast as possible past that pole at the end of the road!" The Silvia owner told him.
"Understood." Tristan said, getting back into his car and strapping himself in, glaring at the other driver.
One of the fellow gang members stood at the start and prepared the cars for the start. Tristan revved the 13B and knew that he was going to win. He didn't like racing the FD, as his real race car was back at home, but Asuka was on the line, so he knew that he had to win.
"GO!" The starter yelled, putting his hands down. The RX-7 lurched forward leaving the S13 Silvia in the dust. Tristan's mountain driving technique was superb. Truly both man and machine were well prepared for this race.
Tristan drove very fast and won by a large distance. He pumped his fists in the air as the S13 Silvia came to the end of the road behind his RX-7.
"Wowwie!" Shinji yelled, so obviously impressed by Tristan's impressive driving skills. "You won, Tristan!"
"Your skills are impressive, but you still lose!" The Yakuza yelled and had all eight of his men attack Tristan at once, but Tristan was way too fast for them all to see him move and he quickly broke the leg of the first man who attacked him with a well placed kick.
"Oh no! I cannot watch!" Shinji whimpered, covering his eyes.
"Throw me the tonfa's in the back, Asuka!" Tristan yelled while giving a flying reverse roundhouse kick to the head of another Yakuza.
"Yes sir!" Asuka yelled and threw them in the heat of battle.
"Hai!" Tristan jumped up in the air and caught them, bringing the first one down onto the top of the head of a Yakuza member. Tristan eventually beat all of them except the first driver that he went against in the beginning.
"You are as good in hand to hand combat as you are driving! Impressive!" The Yakuza member said. "But we are not to battle yet! Till we meet again, Tristan Delecour!" and he got back into his car, spinning the tires as he drove off.
"Wow! I didn't know you were so tough, Tristan!" Asuka said, running up to him. "Your bet of me was sure a gutsy move! I'm so glad you find my body worthy of betting!"
"Ha ha ha! Yes, but I knew that my car was more than enough of a deal!" Tristan said, and much to his chagrin, he got a peck on the cheek from Asuka.
"Thank you!" She said, going back to the car.
Shinji just sort of stood there and looked at the mountain road and the tire marks all over it.
"Well, we better get to class or else we'll be in big trouble!" Shinji said, worried that he might be missing some important information in whatever class that they were currently missing.
"Aye aye, Captain Shinji!" Tristan gave a mock salute and got back into the car, rocketting down the road to Tokyo-3 University.
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"We made it, finally," Asuka said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Tristan pulled the car into a parking spot and noticed a red and black 1986 Toyota Trueno Sprinter sitting in the lot. He ran up to it and admired it.
"Wow, wow, wow! This car is classic!" Tristan said, looking at the boxy styling of the car in comparison to his own sleek white RX-7.
"Oh, that's just Rei's car," Shinji replied.
"Wow! I will have to do some 'special teaching' for Rei then!" Tristan smiled and joined up with Asuka and Shinji.
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The three finally arrived at the class where the teacher was droning on and on about Second Impact and how it effected Japan's fishing industry. But after sitting down, Tristan felt like he was being watched, and admired. He turned around and looked behind him.
"Hello there!" a boy with skin almost as pale as Rei's, red eyes, and snow-white hair said to him. "What's your name?"
"My name is Tristan Delecour!" Tristan said, extending a hand. "What's your name?"
"Kaworu Nagisa!"
Shinji turned around and shrieked when he heard those two words together.
"I thought I killed you!" Shinji said, turning around to see the supposed final angel.
"Well, that was just my clone when it was under the control of the angels that you are battling now!" Kaworu explained, making various hand motions. "And SEELE is really bad!"
"Wow, I certainly am lucky to have you around!" Shinji seemed estatic to have Kaworu back around. Tristan, however, wasn't as trusting as Shinji, because Tristan is so good with everything.
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"I'm going to go back with Kaworu!" Shinji announced once the class was through. "We have a lot of catching up to do! And stuff."
"Make sure you respond to an Angel attack, even though I'll keep everyone in Tokyo 3 safe!" Tristan said to Shinji. "But I need to find that blue haired girl! Come on Asuka, we have to go find Rei!"
"Okay, Tristan!"
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Rei sat happily in the corner of the cafeteria with her freshly found Photek CD, Form and Function. After selecting the last track, she prepared herself for the beautiful concaphony of sound that was ALMOST as good as Tristan's latest CD, but she had to buy a new PROGRESSIVE TRANCE MEGAMIX CD since Tristan had just signed it the other day.
Just as she had started the track, who but the number one SUPERSTAR TRANCE DJ in the world, Tristan Delecour to show up in front of her.
"Umm... Hello?" Rei said, blushing while removing her ear buds. It was so embarassing to be listening to someone else's CD when the great Tristan Delecour was around.
"Do you drive the 1986 Toyota Trueno Sprinter," Tristan asked her. "you know, the red and black one out in the parking lot?"
"Yes, I do?" She said, wondering if this was pleasing Tristan and increasing her chances to sleep with him, or if her car was not cool enough and that Tristan would never even think of sleeping with her thus ending her purpose in life. She tried to think of what she was going to get instead of that car that would please Tristan's car knowledge.
"That is SO COOL! I will teach you how to drift it, among.. other things," Tristan said, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Oh joyous of joys!" Rei cheered internally as a fanfare went off in her mind. She knew she was on the fast track to success, but she also knew that she could not be too apprehensive to Tristan, as she needed to make sure she was looking perfect for when they were going to drift together.
"I would be more than delighted," She responded, pushing the stop button on her CD player.
"Great. I'll pick you up around 10 tommorow, as tommorow is a weekend and we will be partying tonight! You can come with us if you want!" Tristan said "I am DJing tonight at a local club for a benifit for more gas stations to open for our cars!"
"Wow, that certainly is a worthy cause, Tristan!" Asuka said, clinging at Tristan's arm, vying for his attention rather than him giving Rei all the satisfaction of Delecour's words.
"I know it is, Asuka, I know it is."
Asuka just merely hummed away.
"So see you at ten tommorow morning, Rei?" Tristan asked again.
"Off course!" Rei replied and smiled a little, JUST for Tristan.
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"Tristan," Asuka whined, "would you teach me how to drift?"
"Of course I would Asuka!" Tristan responded, "but we need to get you a car too! Maybe once my first car arrives, I will let you drive that one!"
"Oh boy, you mean you would do that for me?" Asuka asked with her eyes wide. Tristan was offering her his FIRST car?! She couldn't believe what a lucky girl she was.
"Yup! It should be arriving in two weeks or so!" Tristan said, and threw the car around the corner.
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Meanwhile at NERV...
"I just can't believe the performance and mixing skills that Tristan Delecour has!" Gendo said, putting on one of Tristan's CD's on his personal CD player. "It's too bad I didn't have a daughter because Tristan is the son that I always wish I had and Tristan could marry her and he could call me Dad!"
"But Gendo, don't you think you should have that meeting with SEELE now?" Fuyutsuki said, not wanting to interrupt the beautiful music that was being played.
"I guess so." Gendo said and went to the room.
"Hello Gendo," SEELE group members said to him. "The Unit 04 repairs are by far too expensive to keep up! You simply must cut the budget somewhere!"
"I assure you that the sixth pilot has the skills so that the evangelion will remain undamaged. We have developed a new shield to combat its weak points, and have created a set of tonfas that go along with Delecour's hand to hand combat style!"
"We hope you are not lying to us! Or we will make you pay dearly! We have our methods!"
"Me? Lie?" Gendo asked.
The SEELE team members dissapeared except one that remained as an audio only box.
"Gendo, this is the chairman of SEELE here, I want you to discontinue Tristan Delecour's service and dislocate him from the nation of Japan!"
"But why! Angels are showing up and we need the best pilots we can get!"
"Dooooo iiiiiit!" The voice commanded.
"No! Tristan is by far too much of an asset to NERV and Unit 04 is essential for saving humanity forever." Gendo said in return.
"Fine. You may expect... Dire consequences of this decision," The voice pillar dissapeared and everything was gone.
"Golly gee, Gendo, are you sure about that decision?" Fuyutsuki asked.
"What are they going to do? Cut our funding? It's not like we don't already make double what SEELE gives us with our marketing abilities."
"I sure hope you're right, Gendo!"
"Relax. I have everything under control!" Gendo said, pushing play once more on the CD player.
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Tristan Delecour drove back and started to unpack all of his equipment and clothing into his new room. On the wall he put his "2017 WORLD PROGRESSIVE TRANCE TOUR TRISTAN DELECOUR" poster up that he had signed himself "To: The best Trance DJ in the world, Tristan Delecour, who is just so sexy", along with a Mitsubishi poster of him winning the 2018 WRC along with his old navigator who was , along with the photo of him, his mother, and his father on the small desk that was provided.
"Oh Dad, I hope I am making you proud!" Tristan said, chewing at a fingernail. "I try so hard to please everyone!"
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After unpacking all of his things, Tristan went into Asuka's room and sat on a chair, watching her unpack various items that were all around her.
"Ooh that's cute," Tristan said, pointing at the dress Asuka was unpacking.
"You really think so?" Asuka asked, questioning the whole reason as to why he would like something so plain.
"Of course!"
"I am sorry that I ever doubted you!" Asuka said, continuing to hang up her clothing. She took a box of underwear and put it in a drawer.
"Are you coming to the gas station benefit club night? I'm pretty sure that EVERYONE will be there!" Tristan said with enthusiasm.
"Oh, I would not miss it for the world!" Asuka said, flinging her arms around Tristan. "You know I would never miss my favorite DJ, rally car driver, drifter, Jeet Kun Do expert, and gormet chef in the world!"
"Yeah, I know!" Tristan said as he smiled.
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After cooking a wonderful meal with all the special ingredients, Tristan figured it was time to go to the club to get ready. But the phone rang and he answered it.
"Hello?" He answered it. It was his old buddy, Timothy VanPatten, the only interesting person he knew, on the phone.
"Oh no!" Tristan said after he listened for a few minutes. "Dude, I have to go now... but I don't know if I can deal with the news! I'll talk to you later!"
Shinji walked in wearing a robe after taking a fresh bath. "What happened, Tristan?" he asked as Tristan looked very sad.
"My old girlfriend dumped me!" Tristan said, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm so... heartbroken and surprised at this!"
"Oh no! I am here for your condolences, Tristan!" Shinji extended his hand in an effort to show his trust.
"Thank you, Shinji, you are too kind!" Tristan said, wiping away his eyes. "Are you going to my super trance DJ show tonight?"
"No, me and Kaworu are going to go to the gardens," Shinji said with a smile.
"Wow, that's pretty cool, and stuff, I guess." Tristan mumbled, dissapointed that Shinji didn't want to hear his latest UPLIFTING REMIXES.
"But I'll make sure I go to the next one!"
"Right on!"
A small horn sounded outside and Tristan went out to look. A pale yellow and white Nash Metropoliton was in the driveway behind his RX-7, with the convertable top down and Kaworu in the front seat.
"What the hell?" Tristan blinked at the sight before him.
Shinji yelled out the window, "I'll be right down!"
Kaworu merely winked and shut off the engine. "Mind if I check out your powerful engine until Shinji gets ready?" he purred.
"Sure!" Tristan said, ripping of the Sparco hoodpins on the RX-7.
"Oooh a rotary!" Kaworu squeaked with joy as he saw the mess of vacuum tubes around the sequential Hitachi turbo's and the 13B. "I guess that means you can't stroke your pistons!" he said with a note of dissapointment.
"No, but you can put bigger apex seals in it!"
"Mmmm hmmm, boy I sure wish I could stroke your engine!" Kaworu said while turning to Tristan who was busy looking at the ignition coil.
"You can do that with Rei's!" he replied, not looking up.
"But she's not my type!" Kaworu whined.
"..." Tristan shrugged and put the hood back down.
"I'm reeaaaaady!" Shinji yelled as he ran down in a pair of black leather pants and a form fitting button down shirt, no doubt made by Armani or perhaps Vincent Valentino.
"Nice shirt!" Tristan said, as he had a full Emporio Armani suit in the closet along with his other clothes.
"Thank you! Shall we, Kaworu?"
"Oh, but of course!" Kaworu replied and led him over to the Metropoliton. "Until next time we meet, Delecour-chan!" Kaworu called out and drove off.
"Such a strange one! I find him oddly appealing for some reason..." Tristan started to think before he was interrupted by Asuka's howling.
"WHO TOOK MY LEATHER PANTS?!"
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The club was packed as Tristan pulled in his specially reserved parking spot where only the VIP's can park. He noticed that Rei's car was there, along with Ritsuko's jeep and Misato's Renalt. Did they all want their gas too?
Walking through the back enterence alone (He made Asuka go through the line as he had to concentrate on the mix session he was about to throw down HARDCORE STYLE), he checked out his library of records that he brought along. All matched to BPM, and ready to knock down the show.
The show currently had some LAME DJ up, and his set was nowhere near as good as Tristan's, nor were his mixing skills. Tristan waited patiently as the retard finally finished his poorly choosen set, and then Tristan walked up, with a hush in the crowd. He pushed the vocoder button on his setup and uttered one word. "Hello."
The entire audience threw their hands up in the air and cheered as Tristan started off the set with another fresh and hot UPLIFTING INFINITY TRANCE TRACK that everyone loved.
As the night progressed into the morning, Tristan began to slow the set down and the crowd responded.
But something was not right.... Tristan felt it in the crowd and he searched it. He checked his cellphone and saw the manager was signalling it was time to end. Tristan put on one last BLISTERING TRANCE ZYGOTE TRACK on, and called it a night.
But something was stilll not right. As the track faded to the close, there was no applause, only silence. The crowd cleared and there was only one man standing in the middle of it. It was OAKENFOLD, and he was wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki's.
"I CHALLENGE YOU, DELECOUR!" Paul Oakenfold, former superstar DJ yelled.
"No you can't!" Rei yelled from the crowd and threw herself at Oakenfold. He tossed her to one side and she collided into a bunch of people.
"You send women after me, Delecour?" Oakenfold yelled, demanding to seek his title back. "You are pitiful! Show yourself!"
"Here I am, Oakenfold!" Tristan yelled, preparing for the ultimate battle right then and there.
"Triistan is just so brave!" Asuka said to a random club goer.
"He certainly is!"
Tristan ran down from the podium and lept into the circle. The bodyguards of the club laid unconcious from Oakenfold's combat skills, but Tristan knew that he was much more agile than them. He crouched into the traditional mantis position and sized Oakenfold up. This was not going to be an easy battle.
"You don't deserve the title of Best DJ in the world!" Oakenfold hissed as he lashed out a fist at Tristan. "SEELE wants you dead!"
Tristan merely dodged it easily and kept circling Oakenfold, waiting for the perfect position to apply his backhand fist against his face. The moment was drawing near and he struck Oakenfold square in face with his reverse backhand. Oakenfold shook his head and stepped back, not ready for the absolute power that Tristan had. Oakenfold kicked at Tristan, but Tristan was too fast and dodged that too.
"THIS IS THE POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP, OAKENFOLD!" One of them yelled.
"Tonight is not the night!" As Oakenfold ran out the exit into the night.
Tristan considered following him, but the fallen form of Ayanami made him rush over to her side.
"I'm sorry I could not defeat him, Tristan," She wheezed out, holding her ribs. "I'll be fine in a few hours."
"Well that's okay, just make sure you're okay for tommorow's lesson, or do you want me to cancel?"
"No, I wouldn't miss it for the world!" She meekly smiled at him as he helped her back up.
"Until then, Ayanami, Until then," Tristan said as he let her go out to her car.
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As they were driving back to the house, Asuka stared at Tristan in a sense of awe. He was just everything to her now, and she needed to let him know that night.
As they pulled into the driveway, Asuka coughed lightly and Tristan looked over. "Something wrong?"
Asuka looked to the stars and sighed. "Tristan?"
"Yes, Asuka?"
"Do you like me?" She asked as Tristan shut the car down.
"Of course I like you. You make my pants stiff when you're in your plug-suit!" Tristan smiled.
"Oh good, I thought you didn't!" She declared with a happy note.
"Well how could I not?"
"Right!" Asuka reaffirmed her ego and exited the caged RX-7 with ease and dignity. "I had a really nice time, Tristan."
"Hopefully it will be the first of many, if not for that bastard Oakenfold!"
Asuka kissed Tristan and entered the door, dragging him lightly by the hand. "Come on, let's get inside," She said, taking note of his dislike for Oakenfold.
"Mmm hmm." Tristan said in agreement.
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After Tristan took his shower, he re-entered his room only wearing a towel. He dropped it and put on his pajama bottoms and went to his bed to sleep. He got in it when he felt another body beside him and the hand wrapping around his side.
"Oh, Tristan, I cannot hold back my love and heart for you anymore! Will you make love to me, Tristan?" Asuka asked passionately.
"Well, when you put it that way, sure!" Tristan responded and the two of them had the best sex ever.
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"Wow, for a virgin, you were pretty good!" Tristan remarked to the post-orgasmic blissful Asuka that Tristan had put her in with his perfect sexual technique.
"Yeah..." Asuka said woozily, as Tristan put his bottoms back on. He got up and started to walk out the door. "Tristan?"
"What is it, Asuka?" Tristan didn't turn around to her as he was deep in though.
"If I don't see you before Easter... Have a nice one, okay?" Asuka said with her eyes half open.
"Yes, Asuka." Tristan exited the door for a drink of orange juice before he decided that he too would join her in sleep.
"Oakenfold, someday... Some day you will be defeated! And so shall SEELE!" Tristan vowed. He went back into the bedroom and went to bed with Asuka in his arms.
END CHAPTER TWO
Tristan finally made it back to the house at 1:00 AM where he found Shinji and Misato still on the couch, passed out. He continued through the house and hobbled over to where a bed was and collapsed. Some time in the middle of his sleep cycle, he felt someone flop beside him, but that was not as important as his sleep for the next day was.
When he awoke that morning at 7:00 AM, he saw the familiar form of Asuka Langley wearing a loose t-shirt and sleep pants beside him. He sighed as he stood up and stretched, noticing no one but himself was up. Asuka rolled over and continued to sleep, clutching a pillow to her well formed chest.
"Ah.. What an inspirational area!" Tristan said as he went out to the rather small back yard and practiced his Jeet Kun Do.
After practicing for a half hour, he wondered what exactly he was to do, so he went back inside and turned on the plasma monitor TV set, ignoring Shinji and Misato for the time being. He flipped through the channels and finally settled on the news.
"Yesterday, for the first time in seven long years, an angel attack struck Tokyo Three! The JSDF, as usual got their ass kicked, but what seemed to be a new Evangellon unit defeated it and saved the day! To the pilot of that defense robot, we salute you! Thanks to your skills, you saved everyone and didn't break anything like seven years ago!"
Tristan smirked and cracked open a can of his favorite beverage in the world, Red Bull open, chugging it down.
"In other local news..." The reporter carried on and Tristan got up to put the cases of Red Bull in the refridgerator, on top of the beer.
"Aack!" Tristan yelled as he saw the black and white thing down below him move. "What the hell is that?" as it got up and took out a beer from the refridgerator.
"Oh that's just Pen Pen," Misato said, yawning and grabbing a beer for herself. "He's my pet penguin."
"Ah! Cool!" Tristan petted him on the head.
"You better hurry to school!"
"WaitÐ School?" Tristan asked, slightly confused.
"Yes, back to college, TOKYO-3 UNIVERSITY!!" Misato said, chugging the beer. "The others are up now and you should probably give them a ride."
"Sorry, but my car only seats two, Misato."
"Just tow one of them behind you." Misato threw the can across the room and it flopped into the barrel.
"Fine, he can play in the jungle gym of my rollbar" Tristan said, rolling his eyes in disgust, then going back to his room, emptying out the box of his clothes.
Tossing aside the variety of KIKWEAR pants, he decided to wear his army green 40" wide at the bottom UFO's, with a plain black T-shirt. He put on his shoes which were of the OSIRIS brand, although they were quite beat. He knew he had to get some new ones soon, or else he would end up hurting himself via improper arch support. He saw Asuka tumble through the house wrapped in a towel, digging through the boxes of her stuff for clothing. She eventually pulled out a generic green strap top and some pants, which Tristan complimented when he saw her come out.
"Oh, Tristan, you are just so sweet!" She giggled.
"Heh, heh!" Tristan chuckled, "Don't I know! We'd better get Shinji or he's going to make us late for class! And you know what that means!"
"... Uh, no?" Asuka looked at Tristan a bit confused.
"That means they'll have to deal with... uh... I'll get back to you on that.." Tristan said, trying to think up of something so suave and sexually tittilating.
"I'm coming!" Shinji cried out as he ran down the stairs of the house. "My hair was just so imperfect!"
Asuka sighed and went back to admiring Tristan.
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Tristan drove very slowly on the way in to school as to not to disturb Shinji's spiky hair. He had carefully gelled it for that reason alone. Asuka, not quite sure what to do at this new college considering her degree was already earned, meekly followed orders, along with the ability to stay closer to Tristan.
"Tristan, the next turn is to the left... and... oh no!" Shinji said as the Mazda was boxed in by several black Nissan Silvias that look like they meant buisness. The one on the right of Tristan signalled him to pull over.
"It's the Yakuza! And they look angry!" Asuka said, pointing at the men in their dark sunglasses.
Tristan pulled over and stepped out of the car. "Can I help you?" he asked, not closing the door.
"You're passing through JOINT-EXPLOSION-DRIFT-YAKUZA turf! Give us your car and we might spare your lives!" The leader with the acne-scarred skin said.
"Hmm.. Well, I really do like my ultimately super kick-ass RX-7, but I will do this one thing," Tristan said, pointing at the mountain road ahead of him. "I'll drift against you down this mountain road and if I lose, well, you can have that redhead for your sexual pleasures over there, AND my car! But if I win, you have to leave us alone and give me respect!"
"Whaat?" Asuka yelled, but she was confident in Tristan's driving skills.
"... Hmmm," The Yakuza considered, as this 6' tall white kid could not possibly defeat his Silvia in drift-combat. And that red headed girl was just what his perverse sexual fetishes ordered. "Deal."
"Okay, just don't touch the goods until the end!" Tristan said, telling his two passengers to exit his car.
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At the start of the mountain, Tristan felt a slight breeze in the air. The smell of fresh ADVAN tires and exhaust fumes from his APEXi GT-SPEC exhaust-system filled the air with a synthetic taste to his pallette.
"The deal is, that you are to get to the end of the road as fast as possible past that pole at the end of the road!" The Silvia owner told him.
"Understood." Tristan said, getting back into his car and strapping himself in, glaring at the other driver.
One of the fellow gang members stood at the start and prepared the cars for the start. Tristan revved the 13B and knew that he was going to win. He didn't like racing the FD, as his real race car was back at home, but Asuka was on the line, so he knew that he had to win.
"GO!" The starter yelled, putting his hands down. The RX-7 lurched forward leaving the S13 Silvia in the dust. Tristan's mountain driving technique was superb. Truly both man and machine were well prepared for this race.
Tristan drove very fast and won by a large distance. He pumped his fists in the air as the S13 Silvia came to the end of the road behind his RX-7.
"Wowwie!" Shinji yelled, so obviously impressed by Tristan's impressive driving skills. "You won, Tristan!"
"Your skills are impressive, but you still lose!" The Yakuza yelled and had all eight of his men attack Tristan at once, but Tristan was way too fast for them all to see him move and he quickly broke the leg of the first man who attacked him with a well placed kick.
"Oh no! I cannot watch!" Shinji whimpered, covering his eyes.
"Throw me the tonfa's in the back, Asuka!" Tristan yelled while giving a flying reverse roundhouse kick to the head of another Yakuza.
"Yes sir!" Asuka yelled and threw them in the heat of battle.
"Hai!" Tristan jumped up in the air and caught them, bringing the first one down onto the top of the head of a Yakuza member. Tristan eventually beat all of them except the first driver that he went against in the beginning.
"You are as good in hand to hand combat as you are driving! Impressive!" The Yakuza member said. "But we are not to battle yet! Till we meet again, Tristan Delecour!" and he got back into his car, spinning the tires as he drove off.
"Wow! I didn't know you were so tough, Tristan!" Asuka said, running up to him. "Your bet of me was sure a gutsy move! I'm so glad you find my body worthy of betting!"
"Ha ha ha! Yes, but I knew that my car was more than enough of a deal!" Tristan said, and much to his chagrin, he got a peck on the cheek from Asuka.
"Thank you!" She said, going back to the car.
Shinji just sort of stood there and looked at the mountain road and the tire marks all over it.
"Well, we better get to class or else we'll be in big trouble!" Shinji said, worried that he might be missing some important information in whatever class that they were currently missing.
"Aye aye, Captain Shinji!" Tristan gave a mock salute and got back into the car, rocketting down the road to Tokyo-3 University.
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"We made it, finally," Asuka said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Tristan pulled the car into a parking spot and noticed a red and black 1986 Toyota Trueno Sprinter sitting in the lot. He ran up to it and admired it.
"Wow, wow, wow! This car is classic!" Tristan said, looking at the boxy styling of the car in comparison to his own sleek white RX-7.
"Oh, that's just Rei's car," Shinji replied.
"Wow! I will have to do some 'special teaching' for Rei then!" Tristan smiled and joined up with Asuka and Shinji.
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The three finally arrived at the class where the teacher was droning on and on about Second Impact and how it effected Japan's fishing industry. But after sitting down, Tristan felt like he was being watched, and admired. He turned around and looked behind him.
"Hello there!" a boy with skin almost as pale as Rei's, red eyes, and snow-white hair said to him. "What's your name?"
"My name is Tristan Delecour!" Tristan said, extending a hand. "What's your name?"
"Kaworu Nagisa!"
Shinji turned around and shrieked when he heard those two words together.
"I thought I killed you!" Shinji said, turning around to see the supposed final angel.
"Well, that was just my clone when it was under the control of the angels that you are battling now!" Kaworu explained, making various hand motions. "And SEELE is really bad!"
"Wow, I certainly am lucky to have you around!" Shinji seemed estatic to have Kaworu back around. Tristan, however, wasn't as trusting as Shinji, because Tristan is so good with everything.
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"I'm going to go back with Kaworu!" Shinji announced once the class was through. "We have a lot of catching up to do! And stuff."
"Make sure you respond to an Angel attack, even though I'll keep everyone in Tokyo 3 safe!" Tristan said to Shinji. "But I need to find that blue haired girl! Come on Asuka, we have to go find Rei!"
"Okay, Tristan!"
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Rei sat happily in the corner of the cafeteria with her freshly found Photek CD, Form and Function. After selecting the last track, she prepared herself for the beautiful concaphony of sound that was ALMOST as good as Tristan's latest CD, but she had to buy a new PROGRESSIVE TRANCE MEGAMIX CD since Tristan had just signed it the other day.
Just as she had started the track, who but the number one SUPERSTAR TRANCE DJ in the world, Tristan Delecour to show up in front of her.
"Umm... Hello?" Rei said, blushing while removing her ear buds. It was so embarassing to be listening to someone else's CD when the great Tristan Delecour was around.
"Do you drive the 1986 Toyota Trueno Sprinter," Tristan asked her. "you know, the red and black one out in the parking lot?"
"Yes, I do?" She said, wondering if this was pleasing Tristan and increasing her chances to sleep with him, or if her car was not cool enough and that Tristan would never even think of sleeping with her thus ending her purpose in life. She tried to think of what she was going to get instead of that car that would please Tristan's car knowledge.
"That is SO COOL! I will teach you how to drift it, among.. other things," Tristan said, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Oh joyous of joys!" Rei cheered internally as a fanfare went off in her mind. She knew she was on the fast track to success, but she also knew that she could not be too apprehensive to Tristan, as she needed to make sure she was looking perfect for when they were going to drift together.
"I would be more than delighted," She responded, pushing the stop button on her CD player.
"Great. I'll pick you up around 10 tommorow, as tommorow is a weekend and we will be partying tonight! You can come with us if you want!" Tristan said "I am DJing tonight at a local club for a benifit for more gas stations to open for our cars!"
"Wow, that certainly is a worthy cause, Tristan!" Asuka said, clinging at Tristan's arm, vying for his attention rather than him giving Rei all the satisfaction of Delecour's words.
"I know it is, Asuka, I know it is."
Asuka just merely hummed away.
"So see you at ten tommorow morning, Rei?" Tristan asked again.
"Off course!" Rei replied and smiled a little, JUST for Tristan.
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"Tristan," Asuka whined, "would you teach me how to drift?"
"Of course I would Asuka!" Tristan responded, "but we need to get you a car too! Maybe once my first car arrives, I will let you drive that one!"
"Oh boy, you mean you would do that for me?" Asuka asked with her eyes wide. Tristan was offering her his FIRST car?! She couldn't believe what a lucky girl she was.
"Yup! It should be arriving in two weeks or so!" Tristan said, and threw the car around the corner.
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Meanwhile at NERV...
"I just can't believe the performance and mixing skills that Tristan Delecour has!" Gendo said, putting on one of Tristan's CD's on his personal CD player. "It's too bad I didn't have a daughter because Tristan is the son that I always wish I had and Tristan could marry her and he could call me Dad!"
"But Gendo, don't you think you should have that meeting with SEELE now?" Fuyutsuki said, not wanting to interrupt the beautiful music that was being played.
"I guess so." Gendo said and went to the room.
"Hello Gendo," SEELE group members said to him. "The Unit 04 repairs are by far too expensive to keep up! You simply must cut the budget somewhere!"
"I assure you that the sixth pilot has the skills so that the evangelion will remain undamaged. We have developed a new shield to combat its weak points, and have created a set of tonfas that go along with Delecour's hand to hand combat style!"
"We hope you are not lying to us! Or we will make you pay dearly! We have our methods!"
"Me? Lie?" Gendo asked.
The SEELE team members dissapeared except one that remained as an audio only box.
"Gendo, this is the chairman of SEELE here, I want you to discontinue Tristan Delecour's service and dislocate him from the nation of Japan!"
"But why! Angels are showing up and we need the best pilots we can get!"
"Dooooo iiiiiit!" The voice commanded.
"No! Tristan is by far too much of an asset to NERV and Unit 04 is essential for saving humanity forever." Gendo said in return.
"Fine. You may expect... Dire consequences of this decision," The voice pillar dissapeared and everything was gone.
"Golly gee, Gendo, are you sure about that decision?" Fuyutsuki asked.
"What are they going to do? Cut our funding? It's not like we don't already make double what SEELE gives us with our marketing abilities."
"I sure hope you're right, Gendo!"
"Relax. I have everything under control!" Gendo said, pushing play once more on the CD player.
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Tristan Delecour drove back and started to unpack all of his equipment and clothing into his new room. On the wall he put his "2017 WORLD PROGRESSIVE TRANCE TOUR TRISTAN DELECOUR" poster up that he had signed himself "To: The best Trance DJ in the world, Tristan Delecour, who is just so sexy", along with a Mitsubishi poster of him winning the 2018 WRC along with his old navigator who was , along with the photo of him, his mother, and his father on the small desk that was provided.
"Oh Dad, I hope I am making you proud!" Tristan said, chewing at a fingernail. "I try so hard to please everyone!"
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After unpacking all of his things, Tristan went into Asuka's room and sat on a chair, watching her unpack various items that were all around her.
"Ooh that's cute," Tristan said, pointing at the dress Asuka was unpacking.
"You really think so?" Asuka asked, questioning the whole reason as to why he would like something so plain.
"Of course!"
"I am sorry that I ever doubted you!" Asuka said, continuing to hang up her clothing. She took a box of underwear and put it in a drawer.
"Are you coming to the gas station benefit club night? I'm pretty sure that EVERYONE will be there!" Tristan said with enthusiasm.
"Oh, I would not miss it for the world!" Asuka said, flinging her arms around Tristan. "You know I would never miss my favorite DJ, rally car driver, drifter, Jeet Kun Do expert, and gormet chef in the world!"
"Yeah, I know!" Tristan said as he smiled.
---
After cooking a wonderful meal with all the special ingredients, Tristan figured it was time to go to the club to get ready. But the phone rang and he answered it.
"Hello?" He answered it. It was his old buddy, Timothy VanPatten, the only interesting person he knew, on the phone.
"Oh no!" Tristan said after he listened for a few minutes. "Dude, I have to go now... but I don't know if I can deal with the news! I'll talk to you later!"
Shinji walked in wearing a robe after taking a fresh bath. "What happened, Tristan?" he asked as Tristan looked very sad.
"My old girlfriend dumped me!" Tristan said, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm so... heartbroken and surprised at this!"
"Oh no! I am here for your condolences, Tristan!" Shinji extended his hand in an effort to show his trust.
"Thank you, Shinji, you are too kind!" Tristan said, wiping away his eyes. "Are you going to my super trance DJ show tonight?"
"No, me and Kaworu are going to go to the gardens," Shinji said with a smile.
"Wow, that's pretty cool, and stuff, I guess." Tristan mumbled, dissapointed that Shinji didn't want to hear his latest UPLIFTING REMIXES.
"But I'll make sure I go to the next one!"
"Right on!"
A small horn sounded outside and Tristan went out to look. A pale yellow and white Nash Metropoliton was in the driveway behind his RX-7, with the convertable top down and Kaworu in the front seat.
"What the hell?" Tristan blinked at the sight before him.
Shinji yelled out the window, "I'll be right down!"
Kaworu merely winked and shut off the engine. "Mind if I check out your powerful engine until Shinji gets ready?" he purred.
"Sure!" Tristan said, ripping of the Sparco hoodpins on the RX-7.
"Oooh a rotary!" Kaworu squeaked with joy as he saw the mess of vacuum tubes around the sequential Hitachi turbo's and the 13B. "I guess that means you can't stroke your pistons!" he said with a note of dissapointment.
"No, but you can put bigger apex seals in it!"
"Mmmm hmmm, boy I sure wish I could stroke your engine!" Kaworu said while turning to Tristan who was busy looking at the ignition coil.
"You can do that with Rei's!" he replied, not looking up.
"But she's not my type!" Kaworu whined.
"..." Tristan shrugged and put the hood back down.
"I'm reeaaaaady!" Shinji yelled as he ran down in a pair of black leather pants and a form fitting button down shirt, no doubt made by Armani or perhaps Vincent Valentino.
"Nice shirt!" Tristan said, as he had a full Emporio Armani suit in the closet along with his other clothes.
"Thank you! Shall we, Kaworu?"
"Oh, but of course!" Kaworu replied and led him over to the Metropoliton. "Until next time we meet, Delecour-chan!" Kaworu called out and drove off.
"Such a strange one! I find him oddly appealing for some reason..." Tristan started to think before he was interrupted by Asuka's howling.
"WHO TOOK MY LEATHER PANTS?!"
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The club was packed as Tristan pulled in his specially reserved parking spot where only the VIP's can park. He noticed that Rei's car was there, along with Ritsuko's jeep and Misato's Renalt. Did they all want their gas too?
Walking through the back enterence alone (He made Asuka go through the line as he had to concentrate on the mix session he was about to throw down HARDCORE STYLE), he checked out his library of records that he brought along. All matched to BPM, and ready to knock down the show.
The show currently had some LAME DJ up, and his set was nowhere near as good as Tristan's, nor were his mixing skills. Tristan waited patiently as the retard finally finished his poorly choosen set, and then Tristan walked up, with a hush in the crowd. He pushed the vocoder button on his setup and uttered one word. "Hello."
The entire audience threw their hands up in the air and cheered as Tristan started off the set with another fresh and hot UPLIFTING INFINITY TRANCE TRACK that everyone loved.
As the night progressed into the morning, Tristan began to slow the set down and the crowd responded.
But something was not right.... Tristan felt it in the crowd and he searched it. He checked his cellphone and saw the manager was signalling it was time to end. Tristan put on one last BLISTERING TRANCE ZYGOTE TRACK on, and called it a night.
But something was stilll not right. As the track faded to the close, there was no applause, only silence. The crowd cleared and there was only one man standing in the middle of it. It was OAKENFOLD, and he was wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki's.
"I CHALLENGE YOU, DELECOUR!" Paul Oakenfold, former superstar DJ yelled.
"No you can't!" Rei yelled from the crowd and threw herself at Oakenfold. He tossed her to one side and she collided into a bunch of people.
"You send women after me, Delecour?" Oakenfold yelled, demanding to seek his title back. "You are pitiful! Show yourself!"
"Here I am, Oakenfold!" Tristan yelled, preparing for the ultimate battle right then and there.
"Triistan is just so brave!" Asuka said to a random club goer.
"He certainly is!"
Tristan ran down from the podium and lept into the circle. The bodyguards of the club laid unconcious from Oakenfold's combat skills, but Tristan knew that he was much more agile than them. He crouched into the traditional mantis position and sized Oakenfold up. This was not going to be an easy battle.
"You don't deserve the title of Best DJ in the world!" Oakenfold hissed as he lashed out a fist at Tristan. "SEELE wants you dead!"
Tristan merely dodged it easily and kept circling Oakenfold, waiting for the perfect position to apply his backhand fist against his face. The moment was drawing near and he struck Oakenfold square in face with his reverse backhand. Oakenfold shook his head and stepped back, not ready for the absolute power that Tristan had. Oakenfold kicked at Tristan, but Tristan was too fast and dodged that too.
"THIS IS THE POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP, OAKENFOLD!" One of them yelled.
"Tonight is not the night!" As Oakenfold ran out the exit into the night.
Tristan considered following him, but the fallen form of Ayanami made him rush over to her side.
"I'm sorry I could not defeat him, Tristan," She wheezed out, holding her ribs. "I'll be fine in a few hours."
"Well that's okay, just make sure you're okay for tommorow's lesson, or do you want me to cancel?"
"No, I wouldn't miss it for the world!" She meekly smiled at him as he helped her back up.
"Until then, Ayanami, Until then," Tristan said as he let her go out to her car.
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As they were driving back to the house, Asuka stared at Tristan in a sense of awe. He was just everything to her now, and she needed to let him know that night.
As they pulled into the driveway, Asuka coughed lightly and Tristan looked over. "Something wrong?"
Asuka looked to the stars and sighed. "Tristan?"
"Yes, Asuka?"
"Do you like me?" She asked as Tristan shut the car down.
"Of course I like you. You make my pants stiff when you're in your plug-suit!" Tristan smiled.
"Oh good, I thought you didn't!" She declared with a happy note.
"Well how could I not?"
"Right!" Asuka reaffirmed her ego and exited the caged RX-7 with ease and dignity. "I had a really nice time, Tristan."
"Hopefully it will be the first of many, if not for that bastard Oakenfold!"
Asuka kissed Tristan and entered the door, dragging him lightly by the hand. "Come on, let's get inside," She said, taking note of his dislike for Oakenfold.
"Mmm hmm." Tristan said in agreement.
---
After Tristan took his shower, he re-entered his room only wearing a towel. He dropped it and put on his pajama bottoms and went to his bed to sleep. He got in it when he felt another body beside him and the hand wrapping around his side.
"Oh, Tristan, I cannot hold back my love and heart for you anymore! Will you make love to me, Tristan?" Asuka asked passionately.
"Well, when you put it that way, sure!" Tristan responded and the two of them had the best sex ever.
---
"Wow, for a virgin, you were pretty good!" Tristan remarked to the post-orgasmic blissful Asuka that Tristan had put her in with his perfect sexual technique.
"Yeah..." Asuka said woozily, as Tristan put his bottoms back on. He got up and started to walk out the door. "Tristan?"
"What is it, Asuka?" Tristan didn't turn around to her as he was deep in though.
"If I don't see you before Easter... Have a nice one, okay?" Asuka said with her eyes half open.
"Yes, Asuka." Tristan exited the door for a drink of orange juice before he decided that he too would join her in sleep.
"Oakenfold, someday... Some day you will be defeated! And so shall SEELE!" Tristan vowed. He went back into the bedroom and went to bed with Asuka in his arms.
END CHAPTER TWO